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“You’ve made such a mess, starlight.”
The words barely register as you come down from your high. Labored breaths and cloudy thoughts are all you are at the moment when Xavier looks at you with a smug smile and soaked, ruined lips.
“Bold of you to say,” you retort softly, to which he responds with a laughter so melodious it wakes you up from your reverie.
With little kisses on your cheeks and sweet nothings accompanying the marks on your skin, Xavier begins to sit up. Little whines escape your lips, seeking the warmth of his skin and the love in his gaze, but he chuckles and assures you that he’ll be back.
“I’m just going to grab a towel, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Then we’re going to watch a movie.”
A movie? Sleepiness creeps up on you, but you’re not passing up a chance to watch some cheesy romance and talking to Xavier about the cute scenes. Maybe you could even rile him up with a remark or two, but with how tired you are…
Oh.
Your exhaustion disappears when you catch a glimpse of Xavier’s back as he bends down to grab your clothes off the floor.
Bold red scratch marks color his skin, the artwork a testament to your love. You have to blink to register that yes, they look like the remnants of shooting stars and yes, you were the one who’d placed them there.
Possessiveness wells up in you. He is yours and yours alone.
“Xavier…”
He turns around, his arms holding all of your clothes and even the heels you had worn when you came to his apartment. “Hm? Do you need anything?”
You.
You shake your head, smiling. “No. It’s okay.”
He tilts his head, suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything more. In what seems to take only a second, clothes are neatly folded and placed on the nightstand, your heels are… somewhere, and Xavier comes back from the restroom with a towel in hand and snacks in the other.
“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, starlight.”
But when he bends down to place the bags of chips on the floor, the sight of his back becomes clear again, and you realize you wouldn’t trade this view for anything.
“Xavier, does it…” you turn to your side as though the darkness of the room doesn’t already hide your blush. The only light seeping in is from his bathroom, but the door basically hides it all. “Does your back hurt?”
“Not really. I mean, I got good exercise out of this.”
“No! I meant-” You bury your face in your hands, shyly trying to dodge the conversation you had initiated. “Nevermind.”
“Oh.” You can hear the realization in his tone, amusement creeping in soon after. “Are you talking about the marks on my back?”
So much for dodging the conversation.
But your star doesn’t make fun of you or make you feel even more embarrassed. Instead, he gently pries your hands off of your face, and with a smile, he murmurs, “It’s okay. I liked being marked like that.”
“Hm?” You succumb to the softness of his hand as he cups your face. Sleepiness becomes more of a losing battle now that you’re so relaxed.
“You should do it more often, but…” Xavier rubs the back of his neck. “Only if you want to, of course.”
Tiny sparkles of light surround his body as he clears his throat sheepishly.
There are no words to be said to that, your answer only coming the next time you make love to him. The only sounds for the rest of the night are your soft affectionate whines as Xavier cleans you up and the comfort movie he puts on before you both head back to bed.