daylight

Blue. White. Orange.

A curious yet harmonious set of colors decorates the spacious living room, like diving into warm waters to spot the vibrant sea life hidden underneath. Delia smiles as she sits on the plush carpet of what she supposes is now Mina's home too. The sharp scent of acetone and toluene barely compete with the scent of paint that permeates the lush place. Even so, it's lovely. Even so, the air and the light streaming through the tall windows carry the refreshing salt of the sea with them.

Such a peculiar combination.

She carefully swipes glossy blue polish onto Mina's fingernail, and when Delia looks up the sunlight dances across the amber of her friend's eyes. It fits right in, with the madness of the artist's place, like the glimpse of a pearl. She recalls inviting Mina to one of Rafayel's exhibitions, recalls her flushed cheeks after their meeting, and Delia's questions seem silly all of a sudden. But she trudges forward anyway.

"So… What has it been like to move in with him?" Delia asks, examining the blue paint on Mina's nails over the wooden table. Three done, plus the time it took to prep for it. That's how long it took her to breach the subject.

A smile as vibrant as the sun spreads on Mina's face, the kind that lights up her whole being. "It's been amazing."

The amount of happiness contained in such a simple statement eases something in Delia's chest, like a knot she didn't even know existed was suddenly untied, and she can breathe easier. "It.. has?"

"It's like… living with my best friend?" If possible, Mina's smile grows even larger and her eyes gaze around the room, like she can picture him walking in it. "We have so much time to spend with each other, and not worry so much about making our schedules line up. At the end of the day, I know I'll be walking back home to him."

The statement tugs at Delia's heart, striking a golden chord of a dream she's kept under lock and key.

"It's not scary?" Her voice is hesitant when she asks. Mina pauses, and those amber eyes drift back to hers with the kind of clarity Delia pretends to have. A weak smile tugs at her lips as a small chuckle falls. "Sorry, silly question, right? But did you… ever worry about him seeing you so…"

"Vulnerable?" Mina adds and the word hangs in the air for a breathless moment, there's a gentle smile on her lips that makes Delia want to run. "Lia... I know you've been hurt before, better than anyone, but it's time to give him a real chance, isn't it?"

She blinks, not quite catching the message. "What do you mean?"

"You and that stupid fishie are alike sometimes."

"Are we?" Delia grimaces.

"Don't look at me like that, what I'm trying to say is... You can't second-guess his love forever."

Delia stills, memories flooding back of times where she'd braced for impact. How she'd prepare for the worst whenever she showed Xavier a glimpse of her heart, or how deep her feelings truly run. She still does, even after all the time they've spent together. It's second nature for her to expect the sting of the thorn rather than the sweet scent of the rose. How many times had she wondered if he'd leave? If he'd think she's too much? If -

Mina reaches across the table, the sudden warmth wrapping around her hand bringing Delia back to reality. To sunlight, and the promise of a precious thing if only she's bold enough to take it.

"Hey…" Mina's voice is soft, yet that underlying mischievousness keeps it from sounding patronizing. "It annoys me when Rafayel keeps things from me… but it's because it hurts that he doesn't trust me with them. If you still can't trust him with your heart, are you really together?"

Delia takes a deep breath, staving off her anxiety. "I guess I… didn't think of it that way before."

"Hmm… If he breaks your heart he's dead meat anyway." Mina concludes with a wink, and the tension slowly eases out of Delia's shoulders.

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There was before and after Xavier, but she can't recall what the before was like anymore. She only remembers numbness and then the ease of him fitting into her space, like much needed water flowing into the dry patches of her soil to bring in life and nourishment she'd convinced herself wasn't missing.

Even on a train ride home she finds him: in the sound of the piano playing through her earbuds, in the cherries inside a stranger's grocery bag, in the glimpse of blue announcing the next station. A pink manicured nail toys with the bracelet dangling on her wrist —golden, delicate and adorned with star-shaped charms. He'd gifted it to her not long after his birthday, while his apartment was still being repaired, simply tied it around her wrist as they watched a movie in her living room. Delia's fingers had been sticky with caramel from the popcorn, untidy red curls escaping from her bun after she'd been using his shoulder as a pillow. Her white shirt had a stain from the afternoon coffee. Xavier had smiled as he held her wrist up to admire it, satisfied with his work.

Something about the memory, the gentle smile that tugged at just the corner of his lips in a gesture so small you'd miss it if you didn't know where to look, makes her throat burn and her eyes sting. She looks up at the artificial light of the train, blinking rapidly.

You can't second-guess his love forever.

When the train stops she picks up her bag and follows the stream of passengers out the door.

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She's writing about him again; weaving the blue of his eyes and the warm silver of his hair into her words and routine like a spell for good fortune.

Delia taps the back of her pen against the white paper of the journal to the rhythm of the song, an absent-minded hand runs through the soft orange fur of the kitten resting on her lap. Many nights have been spent like this, in the golden night-light of the small desk in her room and the chill breeze streaming through the window. Just Apollo for company and warmth while her mind wanders.

Thoughts are messy, if she lets them swarm around her head for too long they'll sting just like wasps in a frenzy to protect their nest. She's no writer, but if she doesn't reach for language to make sense of what she fears it might consume her entirely. Even then, it's more of a release than a way to understand. Things will escape her anyway, just like they've been doing for so long until Mina pointed it out.

To trust him… Funny, how she'd trust him to catch her if she jumped from a seven-story building. She'd trust him with her time, her home, her body, even her unfiltered thoughts past midnight when she can't sleep.

But not with the wounded part of her heart.

And maybe it's time to.

Maybe she can unlock that box of wishes she dare not look at too closely lest she be blinded by the light, maybe it's time to stop trying to figure out what every look of his means and simply -

A familiar hand presses against her shoulder, stopping the scrape of the pen in her surprise. She forgot he was still at her place.

When she turns to look at him, Xavier's hand slides against the soft cotton of her hoodie until it settles on the side of her neck. His eyes are the deep blue of a night full of possibilities, dark and enticing, immediately setting her heart aflutter. Xavier's thumb moves against her neck in an electric caress, like he can see the jump of her pulse. Before she can even think to take her headphones off or ward off his sudden intensity with hasty questions, he leans down to capture her mouth, and the world falls away to music and his lips.

There's only the wet, insistent slide of his tongue against the seam of her lips until she opens for him. It moves, hot and hungry against her own, and she can't hear the sounds he must be pulling out of her —just the rift of the guitar, the steady drums that now move too slow compared to her pulse, and the melodious voice of the singer.

Cosa mas bella que tú Cosa mas linda que tú Única como eres.

She grips the edge of the table like a lifeline, white-knuckled as she wills herself to stay still in his fervor. An anchor, against the dark pull of his gravity. Apollo doesn't even stir, but the kitty is just like her it seems — far too clueless and trusting where this side of Xavier is concerned.

His tongue slides against the rooftop of her mouth, the firm grip of the hand on her neck keeping her in place to his pleasing, and a shiver runs up her spine along with a whimper she can't tell the volume of. He tastes of mint, and she knows he used her toothpaste again.

By the time Xavier finally pulls away the drums have stopped and the song is fading out to the harmony of the chorus. Gracias por existir. Delia's breaths come heavily and when she dares to open her eyes again, she's met with the same intense blue, now framed by rosy cheeks. His silver hair is outlined in the warm night-light and his thumb caresses her pulse like he's reveling in her reaction.

But then he moves closer again, to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Oh.

Oh.

She's brought back to that tender night where she'd been too hasty in her want, where she couldn't decipher the look in his eyes nor the gentle kiss he pressed to her forehead before asking her to sleep. But this time she can, and her eyes sting all over again as she finally tears her headphones off.

"W- What… What was that for?" She asks, a little too high and breathless.

"I just wanted to kiss you," He answers simply.

She's in an oversized hoodie and kuromi pajama bottoms. She wiped off all her make up as soon as she got home and bathed, and she hasn't combed her hair yet. It takes everything in her not to get up and wrap herself around him.

Later. She silently promises to herself as she takes his hand and laces their fingers together.

"You're really unfair interrupting my train of thought like that."

Xavier huffs, that small smile curling the corner his lips telling her more than he would in words. He presses his forehead against hers, and she'd be lying if it wasn't enough to throw the small plan forming in her mind out the window.

"What's unfair is that I'm here and he's still hogging all of your attention," He whispers.

"Xavier."

He pouts in that exaggerated way of his that speaks of anything but innocence, and she laughs. Loud, delighted, cheeks still heated.

Right, she doesn't have just one clingy cat to deal with now.

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[To: Star<3] 2:00am -> star…

[To: Star<3] 2:00am -> we need a girl's day

[To: Star<3] 2:00am -> and I need a new lingerie set.

[From: Star<3] 2:01am -> SAY LESS

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A few days later Delia shakes her head as she enters the bathroom and locks the door, her reflection beams an exasperated smile back at her once she looks up at the mirror.

One long knock on her door, followed by two short ones had announced his arrival a handful of minutes ago. What greeted her as soon as she opened the front door was a giant bouquet of roses, a strawberry cake in a delicate container, and blue eyes resembling those of a kicked puppy staring straight at her. Dread twisted in her gut for a moment. She shouldn't have temporarily blocked his account, or set his personalized notifications to silent.

So... he thinks she's mad. All while she was planning something for him. Exasperation, guilt, and joy swirl in a messy storm inside her. Maybe she's a little cruel, for relishing the small moments where he shows her he cares just by his reactions.

Delia huffs as she pulls off her shirt, the elegant white and black bag from the shopping trip waiting by the counter. It'd be easier to show him than to explain.

She hopes the slice of cake she cut for him can ease some of his worry in the meantime.

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Citrus and rosy sweetness swirl around the sleek bathroom as Delia runs a perfumed comb through her red curls. Her heart races as she checks her reflection, yet not even the bright white light can dim the sparks dancing in her eyes. She takes a breath, setting the comb down to tug at the lacy set on her body one last time to make sure it sits in place before she exits the bathroom quietly.

She pads her way over the cold wooden floor, her friend's words echoing in her head again.

It's time to give him a real chance, isn't it?

When she steps into her room and carefully nudges the door closed, Xavier instinctively turns in her direction only to freeze in place. In his surprise, he lets go of Bunbun and the white bunny falls listlessly on the bed next to a peculiar formation of plushies. Fluffy Thistle, Fairymare, Snowy Fox, and Space Kid all sit on a neatly arranged circle, and a giggle falls from her lips. Delia's hand draws up to cover her mouth when his blue eyes widen and Xavier takes a step back, a red flush quickly coloring his ears as his eyes roam over her barely clothed figure.

"Were you consulting the plushie council?" She asks, tone laced with mirth.

"They were going to help me figure out why you were mad…" He scratches his cheek as he sits on the bed, and she laughs, because of course he would. Of course he'd find some roundabout way to get answers.

"You…" She can barely contain her laughter, shoulders shaking, and any other day she'd worry about ruining the look she spent the better part of an hour meticulously forging in the bathroom. But not today, not after that kiss a few days ago, not after the hopeful bud blooming in her chest at last. Xavier moves as if to get up, but she shakes her hand. "D-don't. Stay there, please."

It takes her a handful of seconds to regain her composure, and when she does there's a too-wide smile still plastered on her face as she starts to make her way to him.

She takes each step slowly, doing her best to let him see — the flowly, nearly see-through babydoll that only comes down to her breasts, the matching embroidery on the lower piece, the red on her lips and pink on her nails. When she shifts, there are flashes of what lies underneath the sheer fabric. Xavier swallows, gaze boring into her, and she has to hold back her laughter again when the lights in the room flicker before turning all the way off.

Only the fairy lights adorning the pink walls remain, casting the room in a soft glow. As soon as she's close enough, she sits on his lap in one fluid motion, arms finding purchase around his shoulders. Xavier's mouth parts as he meets her gaze, yet his hands reach for her waist to balance her. A gesture so sweet and instinctive warmth floods her chest.

"Do you still think I'm mad at you?" She teases.

"Probably?"

She laughs, free and amused. "Try again."

He scowls, but his hands adjust their grip on her hips, holding her more firmly. "Then why..."

"You're too smart. I thought that if you saw the brand name in the background of a post or something, you'd put it all together…" Delia explains as she runs the pads of her fingers along his jawline… then up to the pretty flush that spread to his cheeks. "But I forget you can be a dummy when it comes to me." She giggles, "I just didn't want to spoil the surprise."

Xavier grunts, brows furrowing further as her words sink in. Those familiar clouds of temper gather around him, but his eyes travel down her curves again as if of their own volition. They move past the delicate dark straps on her shoulders, down to the scattered red embroidery of cherries that doesn't do much to hide what's underneath the semi-sheer fabric. This close, there's no hiding the way the darkness of his pupils swallows the beautiful blue of his irises. Delia's smile deepens.

"Do you like it?" She asks.

He answers by nuzzling into her shoulder. Hot breath fanning over her skin as he exhales, seeping under it and traveling all the way down to pool in her gut.

"So you were preparing this," Xavier whispers, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Parted lips leave a trail of fire behind as he works his way up her neck, and towards her ear where his teeth tug at the sensitive lobe. Delia's eyes fall closed as his thumbs caress her bare hips. "I'm not sure if I should be mad… or feeling like the luckiest man in Linkon." She shudders as sharp teeth sink into the tender skin of her neck, painful yet pleasurable. "But I can show you how much I like it."

He holds her gaze, blue eyes reminiscent of the twilit night sky — needy, hungry — right before his lips crash into hers. It doesn't take long for his tongue to slide into her mouth, dizzying as he swallows every sigh he pulls out of her with each precise swipe of it against her tongue. She could spend forever kissing him like this and trembling in his hunger. But she slows her own kisses, draws him to a slow tempo until she breaks away for air.

"Xav..." Delia rasps and he whines, her fingers tug at his silver locks to keep him from following after her mouth. She pants heavily, forehead pressed to his, and in her stupor she can only think of one word to explain. "Slower."

"Why? I've missed you and…" Xavier pouts and he pulls her closer by the hips to press her down against his lap. A moan falls from her lips as the hardness of him drags along the thin fabric of her underwear. "I'm already like this. Look what you do to me, starlight."

She huffs a smile, letting go of his hair so she can caress his neck. She can't resist another indulgent, slow roll right against the bulge in his pants. The heat and the weight of him pulling up memories of him sinking into her, making her just a little bit impatient.

"You… You really do like me, huh?" Delia's voice is equal parts anxious and awestruck when she speaks. Xavier blinks, as if she just said something that should be obvious, but she cups his cheeks and holds his gaze.

"The other night… and other times before that… even when I'm not trying to look pretty…" She swallows as she searches for the right words. Something uncharacteristically shy in her voice as her eyes roam over disheveled silver locks, perfectly reddened cheeks and bright blue eyes. An expression that mirrors her own. "You.. you look at me just like you're looking at me now."

Xavier's confusion gives way to clarity, and his eyes shift to the side almost shyly. "You look pretty all the time, when you were writing in your journal I wanted... your attention," He holds her gaze again, as if confronted. "Is it bad to look at you like this? You -"

She interrupts him when she leans in to kiss him, slow and deep, chasing the sweetness of the cream and strawberry on his mouth with her tongue. She bites down on his lower lip when she finally pulls away. "So this is what that look of yours means."

His eyes are hazy, drunk. "It is."

And he kisses her again, hand sliding up her back as she keens. Like this, yes, show me. He ruts up against her and she slides her hands over that stupidly temping black turtleneck, and all the way down to his belt. His kisses grow even more feverish when the metallic click of her unbuckling it fills the room for a small second. She smiles against his lips, slowing the kiss again as she pulls back, hand snaking over his underwear.

The answering groan makes her heat flutter around nothing. He's hard, and hot against her palm, even through the fabric of his boxers.

"Xavier… Lingerie is for taking your time," She grabs his wrist, guides his elegant hand to slide over the dip of her waist and up her back, then slowly down the creamy expanse of skin again and over her hip bone. A little shiver runs through Delia, nipples hardening under his touch, and his throat bobs. Xavier's eyes are half-lidded when he tears them away from her chest to meet her gaze.

The look in his eyes is intoxicating as she slides his hand up her stomach. Involuntarily, she clenches around nothing again. She has the urge to guide those warm, musical fingers of his down and down to the tingling ache building between her legs. But she guides them along the delicate waistline of her undergarment instead and to her lower back… then to her ass. "Hah... like this. Slow... So you can savor me. All of this. Us."

He squeezes the plump flesh of her ass, eyes wide, before he runs his hands up her back again. His fingers dip under the small baby doll as his hands circle her rib-cage. Xavier caresses the underside of her breasts with his thumbs in a teasing graze, and she arches as her breath begins to quicken in response. Something dark flickers in his eyes, like he's memorizing every reaction he can draw out of her.

"Good boy. Ah -" Her praise melts into a moan when he places a kiss right at the base of her throat, his hands slide back down to her hips and guide her to rock right against his bulge again.

"Delia..." Xavier takes his time as his hands continue to roam, fingertips lighting a fire across and under her skin as his hips lazily rock to meet the sway of her own. Adoring knuckles trace the swell of her breasts before his thumbs circle her pert nipples. "I'm in the palm of your hands right now."

"Yeah, like that." Her voice grows high, almost musical, as her fingers tighten in his hair so she can pull his head back to savor his hazy gaze. "You've always been a good learner."

She leans closer, lips ghosting against his as she simply sighs into his mouth. Xavier chases after her lips, but she keeps him in place, and smiles when silver brows furrow in frustration.

She licks along his bottom lip, cunt pressing directly against his erection, and she's rewarded with a moan. It's only then that she kisses him properly, allows his tongue to dance with hers. His thumbs continue to tease her nipples, and she mewls into his mouth as she grinds against him. The long, hard heat of him distinguishable even through the fabric driving her a little wild.

"You're so beautiful..." He mumbles, and his panting against her lips is the only warning she gets before his hands lock around her hips, urging her to move more quickly.

"Shh… Xavier, wait."

"Delia… Please," He practically chants her name, over and over. She'd never paid much attention to it before, not until she'd heard it uttered from his lips — the softness of the first syllable, the loop of the l, the way it ends on a sigh. Ah. He continuously drags the heat of him against her core. The friction separated by the thin fabric of their underwear that grows wetter with every movement, too much and not enough all at once.

"Mmm.. S-slower."

"If this is a reward for me, then shouldn't I get to do what I want?" Xavier's voice is laced with an intensity that thrills her. She's caught between pushing their underwear aside to let him slide into where she's aching, or prolonging what they both need so desperately like she initially wanted.

As she weighs her options, head clouding further with each drag of his clothed cock against her, Xavier falls back on the bed. His thrusts grow quicker, wilder as the position allows more contact. She leans forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder, as he pulls little whimpers from her mouth with each jolt of pleasure.

Delia mouths at his neck, lips locking on the base of it as she sucks, and his grunts only push her further towards desperation.

"Del… D-don't.."

She pays the warning little mind, teeth and tongue marking his vulnerable skin. She's about to give in and ask him to properly fuck her, when he speeds up desperately, rhythm faltering. Right before he falls still with a moan. Her eyes widen, lips detaching from his neck with a wet sound as he keeps her pressed up to him. His head falls back against the soft pink sheets, and his mouth parts around her name as his hips jerk in small, overwhelmed thrusts.

"Did… did you just -?" Delia smiles a little incredulously, leaning up on her elbows to gaze down at him. He whines when she experimentally grinds against the wet mess of his underwear. "You want me that much, Xavie?"

"I do," Xavier's usually soft voice is rough around the edges, the red painted across his cheeks frames his blue eyes like the first glimpse of stars as the sun sets. He leans up to press a kiss to her lips, thumb caressing her hipbone. "All the time."

"I'm not done with you," She warns.

"I hope you aren't," He whispers, and the little exhale he gives her, lips quirked up at the corners and eyes alight with challenge, makes her consider punching him instead. He must see it, for his hands draw patterns up her sensitive back to derail her thoughts. "This way… I'll last longer for what you want to do."

And damn her body for answering so easily to him.

"I don't know what I want to do with you first." She whispers.

Xavier laughs a breathy, dangerous, low thing as his hand slides up to her neck, pulling her closer.

"You can start here…" His lips find hers again, soft yet hungry as he explores her mouth leisurely like he will truly follow her lead. She kisses him back just as indulgently, but the feverish heat he'd built up in her still singes her skin. Her hand travels down the dark, soft fabric of the turtleneck that does barely anything to hide the taut muscle lying underneath, to tug his underwear out of the way. There's the sting of his bite on her lip when she slides her fingers up the spent length of him.

"Ah, ah, ah." She admonishes with a smile, pulling away from the kiss to sit back on her heels.

He's every star in the universe glimmering at once.

Xavier has always been breathtaking, but the sight of him lying on her bed— tousled starlit locks, red cheeks, a slight sheen of sweat and subtle glow on his fair skin— is a secret garden only she holds the keys to. She doesn't quite know how she acquired it, all she knows is she'd do anything to keep it.

"You're so pretty when you're flushed," She means every word, smile deepening when she gets the reaction she's expecting: a frown, the downward turn of his lips. "What? You can say that to me, but I can't say it to you?"

His hands slide over the soft skin of her thighs and squeeze. "Maybe I should remind you how I was making you feel when I said that."

"Hmmm… Maybe. Doesn't make what I said any less true," She quips back, laughter in her voice before her gaze travels down to the heat of him in her hand. Heavy, red, sticky with cum, and hardening again under her touch. "This, too, flushes so prettily."

Blunt nails dig into her thighs when she pumps his length, his answering moan driving her to stroke again. Xavier's chest heaves as she pumps him, arching on the bed as pre-cum beads on his tip. She can't resist reaching for it, index finger grazing the red tip before she brings the white, creamy drops to her mouth and the salty taste of him fills her tongue.

"You wanna taste me, baby?" He asks, gaze locked on her mouth. She sucks on her fingers deliberately slow, savoring the darkened blue of his irises just as much, before releasing them with a pop.

"I do… You've been so good to me." She admits as she tugs at his dampened shirt, pulling it out of the way and off him before she hovers over him. Delia holds his gaze as she takes the length of him in her hand again. "Such a pretty cock, fits so well, makes me feel so good all the time."

She strokes him, placing innocent, tender kisses over his face and lips that belie the movement of her hand.

"Then... Ah... It's unfair like this," He retorts.

A calloused hand travels up her inner thigh before it decisively slides under the delicate undergarment covering her core. Skilled fingers tease her bud for a tortuous second, before sliding lower to part her soaked folds.

She moans against his mouth as the pad of his finger teases her entrance. He holds her gaze as he pushes the digit forward, slides it in with barely any resistance.

"Look how soaked you are, starlight," His voice rough, airy. She bites her lip at his comment, and a second finger joins the first. "I like it... I like you so much."

She spreads her legs a little further, allowing him more access as she leans down to kiss him, needy and sloppy, while his fingers work her into a frenzy. There's that dark gravity of his again, one that threatens to consume yet paint her in light. His lips her undoing and her anchor, and the length of him on her palm a scorching reminder that he's right there with her, lost amidst the immensity of what they feel. A jolt runs through her when he presses his palm against her clit.

"Ahn.. Xavier...."

"Yes?"

She can't do anything but feel him, pump the hard, wet heat of him. Keen through the thrill of his fingers sliding against her sensitive walls, taste the sweat on his collarbone, relish the grunts that fall from his lips.

"Delia," He calls out to her too, and his darkened gaze more than anything is undoing her.

It's a slow, perfect torture, the way they continue to indulge in each other as the tide crests into a frenzy underneath the want to make the moment last longer. Xavier pushes his fingers in and out… in… and out... lazily stroking her sensitive spot with precision. The slick sound of her arousal loud in the room as his tongue licks into her mouth in a mimic of his fingers.

His other hand draws up to cup her breast. "You're so sexy,"

The words take her aback, drawing a breathless laugh out of her. It feels like a triumph, getting him to say something like that. "So are you.. I... "

Delia leans back, freeing her arms from the cramped position. Xavier frowns at the distance, but she gently pulls his hand away from her cunt despite his protests. His eyebrows furrow in confusion until she pushes the soaked lace of her underwear to the side, her other hand caressing the tip of his cock.

"Wait... there's -"

She shakes her head. "I want you like this today."

Xavier blinks, sucks in a sharp breath.

She grinds herself up his length, eyes falling shut for a second as she coats him in her arousal. He's so close to where she's aching. "Can I?"

"Fuck, Delia." He grasps her hips, keeping her close. "Fuck, of course, baobei."

She trembles at the nickname that slips out without much thought and guides him to her entrance. She lowers herself slowly, teasing. Her chest heaves as his tip begins to breach her. There's the evident flex of his abdomen as he tenses in pleasure, the bruising pressure of his fingers on her hips. Down, and down as she savors each inch of him entering her. A drawn out moan of his name falling from her lips when she sinks completely, ass flush against his thighs.

"Fuck," He curses again, hands flexing on her hips.

Delia braces her hands on his stomach and begins to move, circling and fluttering around each hot inch of him. "Hnng… You fit… So good."

"And you're so… Soft. So warm." His thrusts start out slow and deep, as she continues to grind on him. The drag of his cock against her walls making her tremble in pleasure. "Yeah… just like that, keep going."

"I …" She braces herself, hips moving faster against him as her need builds.

His eyes roam over her curves greedily, the way her breasts move underneath the sheer fabric, the way he sinks inside her. His gaze, as much as the pleasurable length inside her, steadily drive her towards the edge.

"If you … look at me like that... I can't."

Gravity flips on her and she squeals as he rolls them over. Xavier hovers above her, pressing his hips flush to hers as he drives himself deeper and her mouth parts around a silent moan. "Look at you like what?"

Xavier mouths at her neck as he thrusts, slow, hard and insistent. Over and over.

"L-like... I-"

"Like I've wanted to do this all day?" He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips as pleasure, heat and sweat spread all over her body. "Because I have."

Xavier picks up the pace, relentlessly driving his cock against her sweet spot. "Fuck, I am so lucky."

Delia arches against the bed, nails scratching down his back as she seeks more of him, too lost in him to say anything other than yeses and his name.

"Look at you, my Delia."

She blinks up at him, calves pressing down on his lower back as if she could possibly draw him closer, merge them together. The room a symphony of their moans and the slick movement of him inside her. Each thrust sending warmth and pleasure through her limbs. "More Xavier… More."

"L-look at you, you're a dream come true." Dark blue eyes drift down where he's sinking into her, and whatever is stripped bare in that expression, drives her to cup his cheek to guide him to her mouth again.

He kisses her and his movements slow, as if tasting her demands all of his attention. But then he's pulling away, lips trailing down her neck and sucking a bruise into it.

"Ah…!"

"I love you so much, and you still don't believe me." Delia's eyes widen as he mumbles against her skin, hips picking up in an unforgiving pace as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. "I'll show you, then."

She bites her lip in an attempt to contain the sounds she's making, but it's useless when his hand snakes under her and up her back, pulling her up and closer to him. Her head hangs back, mouth open around a scream as the position drags him against her clit too.

"Yes… Like that… How… could I want anything else?"

The words, along with the intense pleasure, drive her to bite her lip again, blinking back emotion from her eyes. He moves, hard and insistent, relentlessly pushing her towards pleasure until it finally snaps. He whines right against her ear as she flutters around him, heartbeat loud and fast and so close to hers she can't tell where he ends and she begins. And then he stills, hips moving slowly against her as warm, sticky fluid flows into her. She shudders at the feeling, walls milking him as if asking for more.

And maybe she's lost her mind because she wants more.

They lie, panting on the bed before his mouth slots against hers again, sensual and unhurried. Her head feels like cotton, a cloud drifting in a starry sky, but he pulls away too soon.

"Turn…" He mumbles against her lips, and she blinks up at him in a daze. That small, satisfied smile is back on his lips when he catches her expression. "That's better… My temper is almost gone."

"Temper?"

"I was alone all day…" His hand runs over the dip of her waist, and it's only when he grinds against her again, drawing a gasp out of her, that she feels it.

He's still hard.

Delia's eyes widen as Xavier carefully pulls out of her, and the rush of their release trickling out brings an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. His eyes stay fixed on the spot, gaze dark and heavy as she flutters around nothing. She tries to close her legs in reflex, but firm hands hold them open as he continues to stare.

"X-Xavier…?"

Dark blues slowly drag over her curves to meet her gaze, making her breath hitch before he flips her. Her stomach hits the sheets, and soon after the snap of lace and elastic echoes in the room, as the pressure of her underwear suddenly disappears.

"Xavier, I bought this set today -"

But her protest melts into a cry when his hands hold her hips up and he slides in again, setting a slow, deep pace. Delia buries her face on the sheets as he moves. Too much. Her body's still too sensitive from her climax, her skin hot and sweaty, but she can't help sinking back into him. She must look a mess.

"A perfect little mess just for me."

Delia bites the silky sheets in an attempt control her sounds as he moves inside her. But his arm snakes under her body, hand traveling up her belly and towards her upper torso to pull her up. His chest presses against her back, and a strong yet gentle grip on her chin draws her eyes to him.

"No, keep saying my name, baobei"

"S-Shen Xinghui," She whispers it, holding his gaze as she deliberately uses his native tongue. The groan it draws out him makes her shiver around him, his thrusts desperate and unrelenting still. "H-how are you still hard?"

"I have so much love to give you," He answers, voice low and dangerously soft as his thumb caresses the line of her jaw. "Will you let me?"

"You're a bully."

Xavier laughs, low and sharp, and he angles his hips to hit that spot again. "I think you like it."

She can't help her moan, nor the pleasure building dangerously fast again. "Please, don't stop."

"Here?" Xavier asks innocently as his other hand travels down to her sensitive clit, she clenches around him when slender fingers begin to toy with it. He hisses as he sets up a hard pace, the slap of his skin against her filling up the room.

"A-ah- Xav-"

His cock sinks into her over and over as his fingers draw tight circles over her clit, she can barely breathe let alone process what he's saying. "You want it right here? Let me fill you with it again?"

"Then cum with me," He asks before his lips meet hers, the look he gives her is branded into the back of her eyelids as hot, white pleasure crashes over her. She can't kiss him back, just breathe from the air he gives her as she comes around him.

"P-please." She begs, the continuous slam of his cock inside her addictive.

"Ah, you're squeezing me." He moans, hips stuttering yet insistent until he stills, joining in her pleasure. She moans his name again as he spills inside her. One.. two… slow, deep thrusts as if making sure he spills it all inside. His index finger gently circles her bud through the aftershocks. Almost painful, almost too much as her thighs shake.

They stay in place, breathing mouth to mouth, until they catch their breath. Once she opens her eyes, she's met with such a bright, mischievous blue she can't help the giggle that springs out of her lips.

"Baobei… You're amazing." He says it with that boyish smile that never fails to set her heart aflutter so she leans in to press a kiss to his lips.

Delia protests when he carefully pulls out of her so they can lie on the bed. Her legs still tremble as she turns on her side to hold him, trying to pay no mind to the mess trickling down her thighs. He seems to be just as needy, as his arms wrap around her to bring her close.

"Please don't block me again." He comments, making her freeze in surprise. "I promise I won't snoop on girl's day..."

She giggles, hands running through sweaty silver locks.

"I'm not sure I believe that but okay, want to hear something silly?" She asks, committing the image of him to memory. The mess of his hair, the sweat on his skin, the red painting his cheeks, and… the specks of light floating around her room.

"What?"

"There's cherry delight in the fridge. I got it to apologize for temporarily blocking you." She explains. Xavier blinks, and she can almost see the gears turning in his head, before he huffs out a laugh.

"I love you cherry much." She adds, with a kiss to his nose.

He must've lost control of his Evol again, as not even the fairy lights remain. It's only through Xavier's own gentle glow, and the specs of light that dance in the darkened space like stars, that she can catch the expression in his eyes. Her smile widens as she files away the information to tease him with later.

Delia's fingertips trace his cheekbone adoringly as they lie together, and his calloused fingers draw patterns on her arm. He leans in to kiss her, but it's more like the press of his smile against hers, a sharing of their joy.

"I think of you every time I see cherries." He says.

"Hmm… good."

"And strawberries."

She chuckles, "Oh?"

"And tulips."

"Xavier," She protests, but she can't hold back her giggles. What he means is as clear as day even in the dim light, just like it was that afternoon on the train back home. "Say it properly."

"I love you, too." He answers, finally, and she tucks the soft cadence of his voice into the delicate parts of her heart with the same reverence and tenderness he uses to brush a damp, red lock of hair out of her face.