whenever you share a serving of fries with xavier, he never eats the smaller, crunchier ones. he passes them to you instead, and you take them, munching on them happily. you enjoy feeling the crunch when you bite down on them, and they're always more flavorful. you always wonder why he doesn't like them, but you never get around to asking. one night, when you order takeout for dinner, he gets himself some fries with his meal, and he offers to share with you, but you decline - you're not really feeling like fries that evening. you notice that he's not sectioning out his fries like he usually does - he just eats them all indiscriminately, including the small, crunchy ones.
"hey, i thought you didn't like the crunchy ones."
xavier blinks at you. "huh? i do. i like them a lot."
you frown. "then why do you pawn them off to me every time we share fries?"
he grins at you. "because i know you love them. and as much as i like them too, i like seeing you enjoy them more."
you getting all giggly and shy right when xavier goes in for a kiss but he just smirks and lets out an amused huff before cupping your cheeks with both hands and just going for it... but he's screaming and clawing at the walls inside his head because he thinks that you're just so fucking adorable
Xavier’s voice drifts across from the living area and into the kitchen. You hear him stand up from the sofa, his slipper-covered footsteps padding on the floor. He makes his way to where you are, chopping a carrot up on the counter.
“Stir-fried noodles. Just relax, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Mmm,” he hums as he comes up behind you. His arms snake their way around your waist, enveloping you in a soft embrace. “It smells good already.”
“I haven’t even started cooking anything yet!” you laugh, slicing another piece up. “So I have no idea what you’re smelling.”
He presses his chest up against your back, his arms squeezing you. He peppers kisses into the exposed skin of your neck, and you giggle reactively, suddenly feeling ticklish.
“What?” he murmurs against your skin. “I have a meal right here in front of me. Can’t I appreciate how good it smells?”
With that, his kisses grow more intense, his lips finding purchase on every available inch of your skin. You suck in a deep breath, your vision going blurry as your heart rate picks up. His teeth graze your skin as he suckles at the crook of your neck, and you gasp, flinching slightly.
“Xavier,” you gasp, slightly breathless. “You’re distracting me.”
“Hmph,” he chuckles in between kisses. “Good.”
His teeth lock onto your skin, taking you by surprise. You gasp again, more violently this time, and your hand slips – your finger takes the place of the carrot you were chopping. The knife clatters as it falls to the counter, and you yelp, your good hand immediately cradling the injured one.
Xavier instantly releases you and spins you around to face him. His hands grab at yours, his eyes alight with concern.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry! Let me see, let me see.”
You allow him to inspect the cut with you. It’s on your index finger, quite shallow, but blood wells up from the opening on the skin.
You frown at it, then sigh. “It’s fine. Let me just wash it.”
“Hold on,” he murmurs. He leans down, lifting your hand to his mouth. He places his lips onto your cut, sipping up the blood from it. You feel his tongue run over the cut momentarily before his lips part from your finger with a soft smooch.
You stare at him, your breathing shallow, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering restlessly.
“There we go,” he whispers, looking up at you through his pale lashes. His steely blue eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his stare making you sway on your feet. “I kissed it all better.”
mc getting harrassed by a random man on the street and her gearing up to kick his ass when xavier steps in between them and the man taunts him like "oooh tough guy, what are you going to do huh? save the damsel in distress?" and xavier just goes "i'm just here to make sure she doesn't actually kill you because that's going to be a lot of paperwork for me."
you and xavier having a massive argument and it ends up with him storming off and you seething... so in the midst of your annoyance, you purchase a lumiere body pillow online (you want to yell at it and squeeze it instead of taking it out on xavier). you and xavier make up on the same day and you forget about it entirely. it's placed on backorder and the delivery keeps getting delayed, but all the updates for it get sent to your spam inbox, so you never see them.
weeks later, you're cooking for xavier at your place. your doorbell rings, and you hear through the intercom someone yell "delivery!" you ask xavier to answer the door, and he does. he lugs in a sizeable box, just a little bit shorter than him. "what's this?" he asks you. you shrug. "i dont know. why don't you open it?"
he takes a pair of scissors and opens the box. it's something big that has been vacuum sealed. curious, you walk out of the kitchen and into the living room and watch as he tears the wrapping up. the thing starts to inflate itself a little and unfolds - it's the damn life-sized lumiere body pillow. lumiere is pictured on it, in his uniform and mask, lying on a bed, smirking at you. your heart drops. you start to stammer out an excuse.
"xavier, i can explain–"
"you sicko. you pervert."
"xavier, please–"
"a body pillow? seriously?"
he picks up folded piece of cloth that was also in the box. it unfolds – it's an alternative pillowcase, where lumiere is just in his underwear and mask. you gape at it, while xavier shakes his head at you.
mmmm mornings with xavier must be heavenly... waking him up with soft kisses, him groaning and blinking drowsily at you... you telling him that both of you have to be at work soon, but you can't resist leaving more kisses on his bare chest... him being all cheeky and asking if you can help take care of his morning wood, and of course you oblige, and soon he's thrusting up into your mouth... but then he tries to get you up on top of him and you go "xavier, we have to leave for work soon" and he goes "let's make this quick then"... he's trying his best to get you to finish together so you help by using your fingers on yourself and you manage to succeed.. you slump over on to him, both of you breathing heavily... and he grins at you before going "now that we're all sweaty, wouldn't it be nice if we took a shower together? we can save time too that way."
xavier trying on your girly underwear for shits and giggles thinking it'll make you laugh, and he parades around the house in front of you in your lacy bra and panties, teasing you about him looking better in them than you do... and all you do is stare at him in silence and he takes that as you being angry goes "oh no i'm sorry, i might be stretching them out, i'll take them off"... and before he can go back into the bedroom, you all but tackle him to the ground and growl, "absolutely not. they stay on."
You hear the front door close gently, and it's immediately followed by the shuffle of heavy footsteps heading towards you. You look up from your phone, which you had been scrolling mindlessly on for the last hour, to see Xavier, still in his uniform, standing at the end of the sofa.
Before you can greet him, you see his knees buckle, and he falls face first onto the sofa, his face just landing next to your thigh, his long legs dangling from the arm rest.
You gingerly place your hand on his head, your fingers finding their way into his light hair.
"Xavier," you whisper his name, trying to stop him from falling asleep.
He grunts, the few syllables he tries to say muffled by the leather of the sofa. Then, you start to hear him snore.
"Xavier," you say, a little louder, giving the hair in between your fingers a soft tug.
He rolls his head to the side. "Tired," he mumbles, his eyes closed. "Sleep now."
"I know," you say, starting to get up from the sofa. "But you're still in uniform. Can you at least take a quick shower, get into some comfortable clothes and then go to bed?"
He gives you no answer. Instead, another soft snore escapes his lips, and you roll your eyes to yourself, before walking off.
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"Xavier! Xavier, help!"
There's a beat of silence before you hear his rushed, heavy footsteps.
The door to the bathroom swings open, and you see Xavier, one hand gripping the handle, and the other the doorframe.
"What-"
Before he can say anything else, you rise from the side of the bathtub, and reach for his arm, pulling him into the bathroom. You close the door, and lock it behind you, preventing him from attempting escape.
Xavier stares at you, then his eyes flicker towards the bathtub, then back to you. You motion with your head towards the tub, which is covered in bubbles, with small tendrils of steam rising from it.
Xavier, having sensed your plan, sighs. "Are you serious?"
You press your back against the bathroom door. "Deadly. Get in the tub."
He shakes his head. It's dim in the bathroom, with only a few candles lighting the room, but you see a shy grin tug at the corners of his lips.
Wordlessly, he starts undressing, and you realize that you're still in the room with him. You inhale sharply, hoping that he doesn't notice, but his eyes meet yours, and he smirks.
"Are you going to watch me get naked?"
You immediately spin around, nose pressed against the door, hoping that he didn't see the flush spreading across your cheeks. You hear him chuckle as the last of his clothes fall to the ground. He lets out a soft hiss as he steps into the tub, and you hear the water splash at the sides of it.
"Oh... oh my..."
There are another few splashes as he submerges himself, and you turn again to see Xavier's head just slightly peaking out from the bubbles. He dunks his head into the water, then rises out of it again, his hair plastered to his forehead. He glances at you and gives you a drowsy grin.
"Thank you. This is heavenly"
You nod, and you turn to head out of the bathroom, but Xavier's arm shoots out of the tub and his soapy fingers wrap around your wrist. They're slippery, but his grip is tight.
"Can you... can you stay with me a little bit?"
You take a deep breath in before you give him a smile. "Of course."
You kneel at the edge of the tub, watch as his eyes start to flutter shut again. You reach for the shampoo bottle on the bathroom counter, pop it open, and squeeze some of it into your palm. You then shuffle around to the end of the tub where Xavier's head is, and you rub your hands together, producing some foam. You reach for his head, your fingers finding his hair once again. Xavier lets out a drawn out groan, which causes heat to spread across your cheeks, but you say nothing, and you continue massaging the shampoo into his hair.
You hear him start to snore again, and this time, you can't bring yourself to wake him up. You admire the small droplets of water that have formed on his eyelashes, the warm feeling going from your face to the pit of your stomach. His forehead is covered in suds, but you can't resist - you press your lips lightly against it, murmuring into his damp skin.
