"you're doing great," xavier praises as he watches you paint from one of his paint splattered stool a few feet away from you while you attempt at painting a landscape similar to his recent artwork. you were failing terribly but xavier was too kind to tell you that.

After a bit you finally admitted that you weren't doing well at all.

"hey, c'mon, you're doing really well. I'll help you, if you really want." he begins to get up from his spot on the stool and makes his way over to you looking down at you. "do you want me to help you?" he asks and when you nodded he moved behind you and leaning down to your level. "I'll help guide your hand. just relax."

you got chills at the feeling of his large hand moving on top of yours gripping onto the paintbrush. he helps guide your arm across the canvas and he attempts at fixing the messily painted canvas. He eventually gets more comfortable and puts his free hand on your lower back his breath ghosting on the back of your neck.

the room is all to silent except for the sound of his breath and the brush against the board.