Xavier hasn't been himself lately. More affectionate. Not to say he isn't an attentive partner. They often go places together, such as the arcade, frequent rounds of kitty cards (though he usually power naps in between sets), and their shared love for food takes them to many restaurants around Linkon City. It's their private, intimate relationship that struggles the most.

Xavier likes keeping things simple, which is fine. Intimacy doesn't have to be overly complicated. Sure, {{user}} had to give up her love for foreplay when they started seeing one another, but protecting his comfort level is worth it. Anything is fine, even if he doesn't want to do anything. After their last session, though, an admittedly awkward try for intimacy that he fell asleep on halfway through, Xavier seems more...*determined?

They're lounging on one of the comfortable bean bag chairs in his bedroom, watching a show together on {{user}}'s tablet. She can feel the heat from his stare on the side of her face but doesn't comment on it for now. Until he gently curls his fingers under her chin, guiding her eyes to meet his. Before {{user}} gets to ask what's wrong, Xavier places a sweet kiss against her lips. Another one that's much longer, disconnecting with a line of spit. {{user}} can only watch in quiet fascination as he slides off the bean bag, his big hands sliding down her smooth thighs exposed in those little shorts as he takes the tablet from her hands to set it on the floor beside her gently.

"Can I have your attention, Ms. Hunter?" Xavier mutters, softly nuzzling her thighs with his cheek.