Celeste's POV
Xavier has always had this certain charm about him. I don't mean his looks, though those certainly don't hurt a girl's heart. I mean. . The way he cares for others around him. The way he's protective of his friends, his pack - his family.
After the Welcome Ceremony, he helped the pack members clean up. I watched as he helped carry tired kids to their nearby homes or their parents' cars out front. As soon as the yard was cleared and the bon fire was put out, he asked if I would spend the night again in his room. He said he had to get up early to get back to business having to deal with the rogues but that he wanted to wake with me beside him. I had blushed when he said that. And then I spent half the night, staring at him as he soundly slept beside me. And then, true to his word, he got up early and went straight to his office. He had kissed my head and told me to find him for lunch but instead I had taken my study books from my tutor and dragged them into his office.
I tried to focus, I did. But he would make these different facial expressions as he did the paperwork. His eyebrows spoke most of his emotions as he read, furrowing together in concern or raising in disbelief. His nose scrunched when he seemed to disagree with something that was written, sometimes a scoff leaving his lips as well. He'd bite the inside of his cheek sometimes. I think that was when he was contemplating something. Maybe weighing out a decision. He'd stare up at me sometimes, in which case I would go back to rereading the same paragraph of this book that I'd been on for at least the last half hour. He seems to be much better at focusing than me.
"What are you staring at there, little one?" I give a blink. And then another. Coming back to the moment as I stare at Xavier who was working on paper work behind his desk. I was sitting on the couch against the wall, studying material, a werewolf history book and a notebook, on my lap. The pen in my hand was unmoving and probably had been for some time.
"Sorry-" I blink again. "I was just. ."
"Celeste." He has a soft smile on his face, that ever present kindness and adoration in his eyes. "C'mere." There's something to his tone that sends a shiver down my spine. I found myself setting my book and notebook aside, pen shoved inside, as I slowly stood and brushed my hand down my skirt. I rounded his desk as he reached a hand out, offering it to me. I place my hand in his, taking in the comfort as I observe the different tones of our skin. The tingles are as ever present as always as his warmth sinks into my hand. He gives a boyish smile and pulls me closer to him and I stumble into his still seated spot.
"Xavier!" I give a giggle and shove myself a small space away from him. I take in his floppy mess of hair, it's been getting longer as of late. I long to run my hands through it, feel the softness beneath my finger tips. His straight nose and thick brows. He has incredibly long lashes, it's beautiful and I find myself wishing I were a painter so I could get down every detail on canvas. He has a face full of slight stubble at the moment, he hasn't shaved in a day or two. He's a ruggedly handsome man, I think would be the right way to say it.
"You were staring at me," he says with that same grin.
"I was n-"
"You don't need to deny it, Celeste." I feel my cheeks and neck go red and I resist the urge to pull myself away from him. Even if I tried, there's not really anywhere to hide in here. "I like to stare at you too," he admits softly, the grin going down a bit to a gentler smile. One full of assurance. Assurance of what, I'm not quite sure but I find myself liking it anyways, shoulders relaxing a bit. I hadn't even realized I was tense. "I'm yours, Celeste." He gives me a long stare, his thumb stroking over the skin of my hand. "You can stare at me anytime you want." The boyish grin comes back, "In fact, I'd prefer it." I roll my eyes and go to pull from him. "Wait- stop." He pulls me back to him, this time I land between his legs. "Celeste," he says seriously.
"Xavier," I say in a mockingly similar tone.
"Can I kiss you?" The question takes me by surprise and my lips part. His other hand goes around my waist, pulling me ever so closer to him. A harsh breath escapes my lips. We're just about on equal levels right now. I bring my free hand to his chest, setting my palm near his heart, A steady 'thump-thump' echoes under my finger tips. I don't respond, continuing what seems to be my study of him. My study of Xavier. His eyes dart down to my lips before going back to my eyes. He leans closer and my eyes flutter shut. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and I wait for the soft yet somewhat rough touch of his lips against mine. Only it doesn't come. Instead his nose brushes mine and his breath fans my lips again.
"Xavier?" My eyes flutter open to see he's staring softly into my eyes, his pupils wider, taking over more of his green eyes than I usually see. I glance down briefly to his lips, just millimeters from mine. My hand shakes ever so slightly against his chest and I feel myself scrunching his shirt up in my fist.
"Answer the question, Celeste." My mind is blank. Question? "Can I kiss you?" I stare back at his eyes, searching for any emotion I can make out. His hand on my waist has managed to bunch up the edge of my shirt, tingles now making their way up and down my side as his thumb strokes my bare skin. "I want you to answer, Celeste."
"Yes," the word manages to make its way out of my mouth before rough pillowy lips land on mine. His lips move against mine as he lets go of my hand, his own making its way to my waist to pull me ever so closer to him. I move my lips against his softly at first and then his pick up pace. Tingles explode over my spine as his palms cover my lower back under my shirt. I let my now free hand go to his hair, feeling the soft locks between my fingers. A surprised noise leaves my throat as Xavier stands. He swallows the noise and gently pushes me into his desk. The edge momentarily digs into my spine but then he's lifting me up. I land on a pile of papers that shuffle beneath me. "Is this okay?" He asks softly, one of his hands going to my chin and lifting my head. My eyelashes flutter open. His heart beat under my hand has picked up several beats. He's now between my legs as I sit on his desk, his form taller than mine again. I nod, no words willing to leave my lips. He leans down ever so slowly as my other hand releases his hair and trails down, creating a path of tingles as I trace it down his neck to settle on his shoulder. His lips find mine again in a passionate dance that steals my breath. His hand was still on my chin as he tilts my head back just a bit more. His lips trail the seam of my lips before he pulls away. His hand trails down, resting on the base of my neck softly. His lips leave mine as he pulls the tiniest bit away. I take the second to try and regulate my breaths. Before I get the chance, his lips hit the corner of mine and then my cheek. The kisses are slow and wet and warm. I find a gasp leaving my lips as he gets to my chin. His hand on my waist pulls me to the edge of the desk so I'm flush against Xavier.
"Is this okay, baby?" Before I can process his question, he trails a series of kisses up to my ear. I find my hand on his shoulder suddenly tightening as I feel a nip on my ear lobe. The pinch of pain is soon replaced with those rough pillowy lips an a cool breath of air. I shudder, unable to suppress as I tilt my neck open to him. He growls darkly in my ear at the action. "I need an answer, Celeste."
"Xavier. ." His name leaves my lips in a whine.
"Answer my question and I would more than love to continue." I find myself nodding frantically and his chuckle echoes in his body. "Use your words." I find myself blushing again but I say nothing. He pulls a breath away from me. When I continue to say nothing he leans back down, briefly brushing his lips over mine with no pressure behind it. His hand on the base of my neck moves up slightly, tilting my head back to his side so my neck is to him. His fingertips brushing over my skin sends a large wave of tingles through me and I can't suppress the shudder that leaves me. He brushes his nose against my neck and I tighten my fisted hand to a point of pain. His hand on my waist quickly goes to my fisted knuckles and smooths them out onto his chest once again. "Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you, Celeste?" It is much faster now. "It's because it belongs to you. All of me? Belongs to you." He presses a very light kiss to my exposed neck and back buckled towards him. His hand goes back to my waist, pulling me to the edge of the desk. Pulling me to him. I feel. . I flush as I feel him pushing between my legs. My skirt is still mostly in place somehow but I know if it wasn't then. . I gulp. "Should I continue, love?" I nod and he chuckles. Gone is the boyish charm that was here minutes ago. "Use your words."
"Xavier," I whisper. "C-can you kiss me?" The words sound pathetically small as they made their way out of my lips. Nonetheless, his lips descend on mine. His hand moves from my waist to my leg and I jump from shock.
"I want you to tell me when it's too much, Celeste." I chase after his lips, my head in a daze and tingles strumming along my entire body. Ancillary is purring in my head, I've never heard her make such a sound before. He pushes his nose against mine as the hand on my neck goes back to my chin. I blink open my eyes and catch his now very dark gaze. My chest falls up and down with heavy breaths. Despite the fact that I can feel his heart racing against my hand, his outer self seems fine. If it wasn't for the hard feeling against my inner thigh then I would think he was ultimately unaffected. "Okay, Celeste?"
"Okay," I breathe out. His eyes flicker down to where my legs go around his legs and he slowly bunches my knee length skirt up to my mid thigh. I try and fail to catch my breath as I watch his manly hand bunch the thick fabric together. He looks back to my eyes for a long moment. The hand not on my leg rests on my cheek as he pulls me back to his lips. This kiss is slower, softer. I'm surprised by the gentle action but then his hand slides to the inside of my upper thighs. The tingles explode and I whimper. He traces circles into my skin as he swallows my wimpers, putting pressure in his thumb that brings an odd feeling to my stomach. He lets go of my cheek and holds back onto my waist. I feel dizzy as I move my lips against his. His lips trace back down to my throat, this time not stopping. I try to squeeze my legs together and fail. His hand on my inner thigh goes higher and I tense in a slight panic. He seems to notice, his kisses momentarily stopping and his circling thumb going back down my inner thigh. Then - he nips my neck. I gasp loudly and he chuckles before pressing his tongue to my neck. An unladylike sound leaves my lips that causes him to pause again.
"Do that again, baby," his voice sounds deeper, more gravely.
I flush, "Xavi-"
He nips my neck again and traces it with his tongue. That same sound leaves my lips and the hand on my thigh tightens. I feel him pulse against my opposite thigh. He blows on the spot on my neck and another noise leaves my lips, this time higher in pitch. "Goddess, that's sexy as fuck, Celeste." His lips are back on mine, a ferocious kiss this time as he swallows the sounds that try to leave me. His thumb is going back up my thigh as his tongue makes its way into my mouth. I feel something down there and I whimper, unsure what was happening to me at this moment. I've never felt - I've never. "Hey," he pulls back. "You're okay with me," his words breathed against my lips. I nod, taking a deep breath. His thumb trails up further, brushing the edge of my underwear. My eyes widen at the explosion of shocks as he touches the apex of my thighs. "Is this okay?" A gentle kiss presses to my lips. "Remember, words baby." Baby. That damn word. I don't know why it brings a certain feeling to my stomach. The feeling of twisting and turning and clenching but in the best of ways.
"Yes," is all I manage. He watches my every move as he moves his thumb over my underwear. At first he just applies a pressure that has my hips buckling into him, a loud breathy gasp leaving my lips. His thumb presses circles over my clothed folds. "Xavier," I breathe out, leaning my upper body into him as a wave of pleasure washes over me. My stomach clenches and I find more moans leaving my lips. I lean my head into his neck as his strokes get swifter, his other fingers trailing gently along the seam of my underwear, an opposing touch to his harsh thumb against my most sensitive area. "Xavier, I-" I don't know what sentence is trying to leave my lips.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good." The words do something to me that I didn't know words could do. A strangled gasp leaves my lips as he applies more pressure with his thumb. He momentarily holds his thumb still, applying a firm pressure to a very sensitive spot. I find my hips trying to move against his fingers, seemingly on their own accord. I hide my face in his neck, my lips ever so slightly brushing his moist skin. "Can you come for me, baby?" I don't really know what his words mean but his thumb picks up its pace and I feel another clench in my stomach. There's a tensity in his touch, like he's holding himself back as he strokes several more circles over my underwear with just enough pressure to - to. I moan loudly as a blissful wave crashes over me, I feel a wetness ooze from me, dampening my underwear that Xavier is still stroking circles over. My eyes clenched shut as an almost dizzying feeling took over me.
Xavier mumbles something I can't make out but his lips meet mine. I can barely comprehend my own movements before his lips are gone. I let my eyes shut as I lean back into him. I can barely feel myself shifting positions as I try to control my heavy breaths. When I manage to regain control, Xavier is sitting down again. I'm strewn across his lap, my skirt bunched up as my legs manage to straddle him. One of his hands stroke my hair and the other goes up and down the small of my back, under my shirt. My breaths come out in short puffs against his neck. I find myself blushing again but not even trying to move after that. "I'm yours Celeste. I'm yours."