Whatever he can do, I can do it better | Xavier x Reader
A/N: (3/4) @lovelynim mwah ♥
Summary: you don't need a neighbor baker when you have a jealous boyfriend.
Words: 1.1k
Your nose woke up before the rest of your body.
An aroma began to fill the room. Sweet and buttery. The scent was unmistakable; someone was baking something delicious. It lingered in the air, gentle yet insistent, making its way into your dreams until your brows furrowed and you stirred beneath the covers.
You open your eyes to pale light filtering through the curtains, the room bathed in soft gold. The spot beside you was empty, sheets slightly rumpled and already cooling.
For a moment, you lay there, listening to the silence and tranquility.
No alarms, no rush. Just winter break.
Then, faintly, you heard sounds of movement in the kitchen. A cupboard opening, and the low hum of the oven.
You smiled, getting out of bed and feeling a shiver run through your body as your bare feet touched the cool floor. You followed the scent down the hallway to the kitchen.
Xavier was standing at the counter.
He was still wearing his pajamas, or at least part of them. His pants hung low on his hips, and his torso was covered only by an apron with a shooting star sewn across the chest. There was flour on his fingers and a tiny bit on the tip of his nose that he clearly hadn't noticed yet. He looked focused, careful, reading something on his phone as if it were all the answers of the universe.
For a few seconds you stared at him, and your gaze wandered without your permission, following the gentle lines of the muscles beneath his skin, the way his shoulders shifted as he moved. There was even a speck of flour on his side, and you found yourself mesmerized by the scene before you.
Your body moved then, pulled by his very presence, until your arms were around his waist, and you were trying to see what he was looking at over his shoulder.
He didn't even flinch. Xavier glanced at you over his shoulder, a soft smile grazing his lips. "Good morning," he said in a soft voice. "And Merry Christmas."
You chuckled softly. "Merry Christmas, Xavier… What are you making?"
He hesitated, just a fraction. "A surprise," he said gently.
You hummed and took a long breath, inhaling the delicious aroma filling the kitchen. "It smells delicious. I didn't know you were such a good baker," you said with a smile, kissing the back of his ear.
His ear turned red, and he cleared his throat. "Well, we don't need any silly baker, do we?"
You furrowed your brow gently; you recognized that tone, but why—turning to the table, you noticed a basket full of bread, adorned with a red ribbon. You raised your eyebrows, surprised.
"And what's that?" you asked curiously.
Xavier drummed his fingers on the counter, glancing at the basket for two seconds before turning away again, shrugging.
"Charlie came by early to drop that off. A Christmas present or something," he explained, as if it were the most insignificant thing in the world. "I insisted it wasn't necessary, but he was stubborn."
You hummed, unwrapping your arms from around his waist, but he stopped you, wrapping them again around him. "You don't need to look at them... they're bad."
"Bad?" You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Xavier nodded. "Mhmm. They smell strange and are... hard. We need to get rid of them soon."
You almost laughed, but stopped yourself just in time, nodding gently. "Ah, I see. So that's how it is," you said, looking at Xavier's profile. "So, you decided to bake bread yourself?"
He smiled and nodded. "That's right. Nothing like freshly baked bread, don't you think?"
"Wasn't Charlie's bread freshly baked too—"
"So, what time will we open the presents?" Xavier interrupted. "After breakfast?"
You chuckled. "You're changing the subject."
Xavier removed some flour from his apron, his expression calm... too calm. "Me?"
You chuckled, leaning into him as your hands slipped through the openings of his apron. Your fingers moved absentmindedly against his stomach as you hummed softly, tracing small lines against his skin.
Xavier inhaled sharply, sucking on his stomach and you smirked, pausing your hands momentarily.
"Xavier, Xavi... could it be that you are... jealous of Charlie?"
"That's ridiculous," he replied instantly, almost like a petulant child. "Why would I be jealous of Charlie?"
You giggled. "That's what I'd like to know," you said softly as your fingers retraced every curve of his abs and the rim of his navel until your fingers suddenly dug into his ribs, clawing at the spot.
Xavier flinched and squealed, helpless laughter slipping free before he could stop it. He tried to trap your hands as he bent over the counter, but he couldn't get them out from under his apron.
"Wahahait!" he laughed, squeezing his arms to his sides as best he could to prevent you from going any further up his ribs. "Tihihihi- Tihihickling is nohohot fahahair!"
"It is fair if you are being irrationally jealous over a baker," you said with a smirk, your fingers moving viciously against his ribs.
"I- I ahaham n-nohohot- ahahaha!"
You chuckled. "It's Christmas, Xavier... you can't lie."
"Ihihit's ChrihihstmaAHAhas!" He talked back. "B-Behehe Mehehercifuhul!"
That made you laugh. "Nah, sorry. I will tickle you until all the jealousy is out of your body—ah, an opening!"
"STAHAHAP!" Xavier cackled when your hands were suddenly under his arms, fingers wiggling against the creases of his armpits. "Plehehease! I cahahan't!"
"You can't what~?" you teased, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "C'mon, just admit that you are jealous... but I might keep tickling you if you are, you know?"
Xavier was nearly in hysterics as you kept tickling his armpits, he tried to escape, but no one could escape Linkon's number one hunter.
"Slohohow dohohown! It's too muhuhuch, I-"
You both jumped when you heard the oven alarm. You stopped tickling Xavier with a pout and gave him some space to check the bread.
The poor man approached the oven, trembling slightly and breathing heavily, his lips still quivering in a small smile as he took the bread out.
The aroma was exquisite, and the bread looked so fluffy it almost seemed unreal. The golden crust made your mouth water and your stomach rumble.
"That looks so good," you said, peeking out from behind him.
"It does," Xavier replied, placing it on the counter. "I told you we didn't need a baker."
You laughed behind him. "And I told you you were jealous."
Xavier turned around, his eyes warm and amused. His arms wrapped around you, his nose touching yours.
"Hmm... maybe just a little," he admitted, giving you a kiss on the lips.
Christmas morning, you think, couldn't get any better than this.
