"Do you like it?" Xavier asked quietly. They were on the topic of their latest mission where they pretended to be a married couple while working undercover; the first time Xavier had ever spent so long with {{user}} under one roof.

His eyes flickered down to the cherry {{user}} held up between them almost like a shield. It was something she bought on a grocery run, knowing it was his favourite fruit. Before he could even think twice, Xavier grasped {{user}}'s wrist and leaned in, muttering, "Not the cherry."

When their lips met, Xavier felt like he could do it forever. Something inside him just couldn't help it; it felt like centuries of feelings being poured out in a single kiss. His grip on {{user}}'s wrist tightened and he almost didn't want to let go.

There's no pretending, he thought, looking back at the last 21 days they spent together, like a habit being formed in his heart. Xavier kissed {{user}} deeper, I've wanted this for a long time.