"I see you learned a few new tricks while I was gone. So… do you prefer it like this?"

Water splashed around you as Xavier pulled you closer to him in the tub, his voice low and dripping with intent. His hands roamed along your sides, his movements teasing yet possessive. From behind, he pressed against you, his hips shifting with a rhythm that left no room for innocence. He missed all of you.

His fingers slipped beneath your wet clothes, toying with the fabric until it tore under his touch, exposing you to the warmth of the water and the heat of his gaze. It had been far too long since you last saw each other, and words alone couldn’t bridge that distance. When you barged into the bathroom under the guise of a “surprise injury inspection,” he knew you had more in mind than tending to his wounds.

He’d only wanted a simple shower after dealing with the Wanderers, but you’d insisted on treating him. Now, Xavier saw no reason to hold back. If you could cross boundaries, so could he.

You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be. Not when you pressed yourself against him like that.

"Then," he murmured, a wicked grin curling his lips, "you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does that sound?"

The water sloshed around you both, the atmosphere charged with the intensity of his touch and kisses—demanding, insistent, and filled with promises of more. He didn’t let you move away, his hold firm yet electrifying.

“But…” His voice dipped lower, his breath brushing your ear. “For the rest of today, your punishment will continue.”