the quiet darkness of the bedroom is perfectly still, lit only by the silvery moonlight filteringg in through the window. you’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, finally letting out a sigh, a little tired after attending the hunter’s association annual banquet.
xavier is standing right in front of you. he’s already unbuttoned the collar of his white dress shirt and rolled the sleeves upto his elbows, looking breathtakingly handsome in the dim lighting. before you can say anything, xavier slowly drops to his knees onto the rug right between your feet.
“xavier?” you whisper, blinking down at him. “what are you doing?”
he dosen’t answer with words, instead, his long pale fingers reach out and gently wrap around your ankle, his palm warm against your skin. xavier slowly lifts your foot, his thumb brushing over the strap of your heel. with a slow careful movement, he unbuckles the strap and slides the heel off, setting it on the floor. he does the same thing to your other foot, freeing you from the right pain of your rather uncomfortable heels.
but he dosen’t stand up right away.
xavier stays kneeling on the floor, looking at you through his messy bangs. his clear blue eyes are now hazy and full of intense affection. he holds you bare ankle in his large hand, his thumb tracing a slow heavy circle on the bone.
“does it hurt?” he asks quietly, his voice deep and soft. “you were standing in those for three hours.”
“a little,” you admit, you heart suddenly doing a happy flip. “but it’s better now.”
“good,” xavier whispers with a small smile.
then he leans forward and presses a soft, firm and warm kiss to the inside of your bare ankle. your breath catches completely. a sharp yet sweet shiver shoots up your leg. his soft and tousled hair brushes ticklishly against your skin, warm breath fanning over it.
“xavier....” you gasp out, face burning hot. “what was that for?”
“just because,” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with cozy drowsiness. “you looked very pretty tonight.”
you both stand up, with his massive frame looming over your until your back presses against the solid, cold door. he dosen’t drop his gaze. his warm hands slide around to your back, his slender fingers easily finding the metal zipper of your gown.
“you were too far away from me the whole time,” xavier whispers, his breathing slow and steady. “everyone kept talking to you.”
“i was standing right next to you,” you laugh quietly, putting your hands on his broad shoulders. “you wouldn’t let go of my hand.”
“still too far,” he insists softly. with a slow steady pull, he slides the zipper down. the fabric of your dress parts easily,and the cool air of the room hits your bare skin, instantly replaced by the heat of his palms resting flat against your waist.
“xavier...” you whisper in the dark. “the dress..”
“mhm?” he breathes, leaning down until his nose brushes your jawline. his lips graze the soft skin of your ear, his thumbs rubbing your sides. “the formal clothes are uncomfortable anyway. don’t you want to take them off?”
“yes, but—”
“shh, no more talking,” he says smoothly voice dropping to a soft, cozy register that makes your knees completely weak. he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth, teasing the seam of your lips.
“let’s take them off.....and stay right here in the dark.”
