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Synopsis:
What does MC and Xavier do after kissing in front of the fountain?
CW:
Fluff, Kiss, Vanilla, Semi-NSFW
Writer Notes:
This is written the day after Xavier's birthday (Celestial Message) trailer release, so this is not a canon event.
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We kiss under the soft, shimmering light of the fountain, its cascading water creating a gentle melody that syncs with the rhythm of our hearts. The cool mist from the spray clings to our skin, blending with the warmth of our lips as they press together. Around us, the world blurs, fading into this moment.
I start to feel embarrassed as a crowd gathers, drawn to the fountain. Footsteps approach, growing louder by the second.
But despite the curious onlookers, I don’t want to stop kissing Xavier. My face flushes red under the attention.
“Xavier…”
He doesn’t pull away, continuing to kiss me softly. I lean my head back slightly, avoiding his next kiss.
“It’s getting crowded,” I murmur, my eyes flicking to his lips, trying to avoid his gaze.
He chuckles softly, his face just as red as mine. He gently puts me down.
“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” he says, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the fountain, wrapping his arms around me.
Suddenly, a soft, blinding light appears, and the air feels thin for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, we are standing on the balcony of my apartment.
“Wow, so this is what it feels like to be Xavier, coming home at midnight after saving Linkon City,” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, usually it’s not this loud, or I’d wake my neighbor.” he replies with a sly smile, his gaze lingering on me.
The quiet atmosphere of the apartment contrasts with the park earlier, the stillness making my heartbeat louder in my chest.
I poke Xavier’s nose, trying to break the silence. He blinks, but his eyes stay locked on mine.
Slowly, he leans in, his lips nearing mine again, his arms tightening around my waist. Caught off guard, I lean back, blushing.
“Hm?” He tilts his head, looking confused.
“Xavier…” I bite my lip, avoiding his gaze, feeling awkward and a little regret. I smile shyly. “Happy birthday.”
He lets out a soft smile. Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms again. My hands hold on to his shoulders.
“Thank you. This is the best birthday of my life,” he says, carrying me inside. “And I’ll look forward to more days like this with you.”
He walks across the room and stops in front of my bed.
“You should rest,” he says softly. “I’ll put you to bed, then I’ll head upstairs.”
My heart sinks a little.
“Wait, are you leaving now?” My hand cups his face, searching his eyes.
He looks confused. “You… don’t want me to?”
I caress his face, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Once, twice, then three times. As I play with his face, my fingers brushing against his back of the neck.
He tenses slightly but loses his balance, and we both fall onto the bed. My face lands on his chest.
“Umph…” I groan, trying to prop myself up, pushing against his chest.
As he raises himself to lean, he grabs my chin, tilting my face toward him.
“You forgot how ticklish I am there,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
He caresses my chin, his thumb brushing my lips.
“Now I’m angry…” he teases.
“Uh oh, should I be worried?” I play along.
He brushes my hair from my shoulder and trails kisses from my shoulder up to my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
“Now I’m getting my revenge,” he whispers into my ear.
I grip his arm tightly, trying to stifle the the sensation in my body. I’m just as ticklish in that spot.
While my lips are unoccupied, I say, “This suit must be making you sweaty… let me help you take it off.”
I gently push his chest, breaking his lips away from my neck. I slide his suit off, letting it fall to the floor.
“What now?” he asks, breathless, his chest fastly rising and falling beneath his shirt, his gaze sharp.
I play with his tie, remove it, and slowly unbutton his shirt from the top. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady.
My fingers graze his chest. “You can breathe easier now,” I tease.
He catches my wrist, bringing my hand to his lips.
“I was breathing just fine,” he says, kissing my palm. “But you… you just took my breath away.”
He rolls quickly, pinning me beneath him, landing kisses I can’t resist.
His hand slips under my dress, his fingers brushing the edge of my underwear. Caught off guard, I try to stop him, but it’s too late.
“Xavier…” I gasp, my heart racing. I hear the sound of a zipper.
Suddenly, the light in the room dims, almost as if it’s drawn to him. It flickers, then vanishes into his hands.
“Huh? Did you—”
Before I can finish, his warmth envelops me, his breath hot against my skin, his hand pressing on my thigh.
“Mh…” I manage, lost in the sensation of him.
We melt into each other in the dark room, our bodies entwined. I can’t see him, but I feel everything—every inch, every breath, every touch.
“You’re the best birthday present,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers entwining with mine.
And I know then—I’ll long for moments like this with him, not just every year, but as often as life allows.
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