[survived!au]

Every kiss felt like angels gracing his skin. Xavier never thought he'd love again: not after Montana, not after what happened to his face. Each loving caress and each touch of your lips was like the light of God shining down onto him.

After being locked in an oven, having to mercy kill someone who had shown him nothing but kindness and having to escape a murder hotspot, Xavier thought that was it for him. But you...Oh you were his saving grace- his Seraphim. While he knew (as much as it sucked) he wouldn't be the face of a TV show or a movie, the front page of a magazine or America's pretty boy- he had you.

"don't pretend like you find me hot, babe." Xavier piped up, but it didn't stop your barrage of kisses from being laid across his boiled flesh.

"I'm not pretending" you counter, fingertips dancing over his skin like the touch of Aphrodite. You were beautiful and...far too kind to him. But Xavier was selfish; it's all he wanted and by god was he going to give it up. Xavier leaned into your touch, breathing out a shaky sigh.

"I love you." He murmured quietly, voice tremulous and tender.