Magi

The sunset colors could not compare to anything you've ever seen. Not when you see them through Xavier's eyes, filling your heart with yearning, just like the night sky is enveloped in stars on a good night.

The clouds danced around the warm colors, a hypnotizing performance, but there you are, looking at him. Nothing else mattered, the side of his lips got stained in whiped cream as he munched on the cupcake nonchalantly and you couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly. He notices your attention was drawn towards him so his eyes naturally turned right to look at you, his head moved in delay.

"Is there something on my face?" He said in his usual low voice, his hand moves lazily on his face to find whatever made you giggle.

You scoffed for a moment, not making a move, letting him suffer a little, then you decided to move your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb caressed his skin till it found it's way to the whipped cream to rub it off his lip, your hand withdrew, now bringing it on front of your face, sucking the cream off your thumb, your eyes never let his. A small gasp escaped his lips, then a smile.

"Oh, I think there's something on your face too."

He placed his hand behind your head and leaned forward, his figure cast a shadow over you, covering the sun a veil.

Time moved so slow but yet so fast in this exact moment. On one hand you could notice and see every microexpression, his eyelashes lowering gracefully. On the other, you have no idea just when his lips touched yours, firstly it's a soft gesture, which, of course, does not take long before he sinks deeper into your mouth, devouring you, pushing you back.

The clouds kept moving, however the world around you has stopped moving, his kisses are not frequent but when he kissed you he manages to make you feel like nothing else matters. You hummed while returning the kiss with the same passion and longing, it's almost as if you could get separated any time, feeling that fear drove you insane and ignited your flame, your hands sloppily searched for him, feeling his cheeks, his hair, his neck, wrapping around him like a blanket.

You broke the kiss in synch, looked at each other. Both with the same question in mind. "Here?". You simultaneously looked left and right, the scenery seemingly empty of people. And right when you thought he'll kiss you again he just pulled away and sat on the bench as if nothing happened just now. Oh how his teasing pissed you off. You pouted. He just smiled calmly and finally spoke again.

"You just had some cream on your lips."

You swear you could smack him right now. However you held back. You sat straight and pinched the side of his stomach.

He didn't seem to mind but flinched nonetheless.

"What did you do this for?" He protested.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Suddenly a mother with her two children passed by, he closed his eyes in satisfaction and he slurped on his Boba tea.

You rolled your eyes.

"I saw them too. Don't give me that." You played cool even tho your heart was hammering against your chest still. How does he keep cool like that? You wanted to tease him.