The poor plant is going to be bald by the time Xavier’s done trimming it, he’s taking his frustration out on it. A slight pout plays on your lips as you gently kick his butt to make him turn, expressing your concern about taking his anger out on the plants.

“Where should I put it then?” Turning back to face you, he set the shears down as slid one hand up your thigh. This is like the last time he was angry, so you pulled out the idea that calmed him down last time.

“Don’t use the same trick twice. It loses its effectiveness.” Yet with that being said, he still lifted you in his arms. Your hands tracing along his chest before a slight nip of his ear in the form of a punishment for not telling you how to help calm him down. Yet, even as his body tensed and his breath grazed your ear, your feet touched the floor before you were swiftly turned and pinned to the window.

“Didn’t you say I shouldn’t take it out on the plants? What exactly did I do wrong?” Strong, calloused hands caged you in, adding to his chest pressed against your back. Your fingers reaching back to touch his chin to ask if he’s mad.

“I’ve only pretended not to be.” Breathless kisses are pressed to your shoulder, trailing up your neck. Every now and then a bite would make its way into the mix as his hips pressed against yours. “Usually I can calm down quickly, but that depends on who I’m with.”