His Raven | Wednesday + Xavier

Chapter XV

"So, this was all a set up?" 

"Yes."

They all laughed as they walked out of the building. This time, the front door. 

'I should have known better, whenever you laughed when normally you would've been Cowardin." 

"Hey!" 

"No sense in denying the truth Enid." 

Enid huffed and folded her arms; Ajax tried his best to keep a straight face and pulled her into a side hug. 

Xavier looked down to Wednesday, "Although, they usually keep it pretty easy going, I had to tell them to bring in real pigs' blood." She looked thoughtful. "I enjoyed it." 

"I'm glad." Xavier smiled and put his arm around her waist as they walked back to the train station. 

      Enid and Ajax flirted with each other at the table while Wednesday and Xavier got the paint and plan situated.

"Okay Vincent," Wednesday rolled her eyes, "Let's just do it." 

Xavier chuckled and shook his head, "Alright," His paint strokes came naturally and effortlessly. Wednesday felt a burst of pride in her chest, which she was not use to. To think that he was hers and he was an artist with vision, he on his own was a feast for the eyes.

 She didn't realize she was staring until he looked down at her, the lust in his eyes reflected her own. He put the brush back and walked up, taking her face in his big hands and bringing her lips to his. She softly grabbed his arms, loving being this close to him. 

Xavier deepened the kiss, causing her body to crave him once again. 

"Do you guys need privacy?" 

Wednesday pulled back, feeling embarrassed. "Shut up." 

Xavier didn't care, she could still feel his gaze burning into her face. She sighed, silently frustrated. Without looking at him, she grabbed her own brush and started painting little strokes, basically just doing a second coat on what he already done. 

Xavier chuckled to himself and got an idea. 

He walked up to her, hands on her hips. "I wanna paint your face," 

Wednesday felt his warm breath on her ear and shivers consumed her entire body. She was about to say something snarky until she realized what he meant. "My Mona Lisa." 

Her eyes went wide as he started hugging her from behind and leaving wet kisses down her neck. "Xavier." 

"Yes?" 

"If you want to paint then I suggest you stop right now." 

"Or I could take you right here in this courtyard." 

Wednesday wondered what got into him, but the burning in her lower stomach made it clear she didn't mind it. 

She gasped, feeling his hand grabbing her breast. She mentally cursed at him and threw the brush down. 
"We'll be back later," She quickly told the two who were in their own little world at the picnic table and Wednesday grabbed her mates' hand and fast paced to her bedroom. 

Xavier smirked, loving the effect he had on her. He fixed himself, fully aware he was definetly effected by her.