Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 32: For You?

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Celeste's POV

I giggled as Xavier's hand ran light trails up and down my side, swatting his hand away. His nose brushed my temple as he pressed little kisses to my cheek bone. "Xavier," I 'protested' lightly, "I'm trying to watch the movie."

"Well, I'm watching something better than the movie," he gave me a look up and down. I shoved at his shoulder.

I turned back to the TV, leaning into Xavier's chest and pulling his blanket up my legs. He gave one last kiss to my temple before leaning back, pulling me with him. I held up a piece of popcorn which he leaned slightly forward to eat from my fingers, a crunch resounding in my ears. I ate several pieces of the butter covered popcorn as the girl on the screen waited for the male lead to get in her car.

It felt as if Xavier was busier and busier every day. When I woke in the mornings, he was no longer downstairs to have breakfast with me. Instead, he was already busy in his office or on a patrol of the territory. I try to do my studying in his office still, but some days he would be on phone call after phone call; talking to one Alpha or another about the rogues or defense strategies. I would leave if the phone calls went on for too long, not being able to focus on my work. I want to focus on my work. I want to feel on the same level as Xavier in terms of education but I know it will be years until we are. I'm proud of the work I've put in and how far I've come, but Xavier had 12 years of dedicated education and he learned outside of that as well. The books he does choose to read in his free time are huge and contain words that confuse me. Sometimes, I took lunch to his office, if I couldn't get him to leave it. I would make him set his work aside and talk to me. I like to listen to him. His voice is soothing in ways I never thought possible. Sometimes, he tells me stories of his adventures and silly things he did when he was younger. Part of me longs for a regular upbringing while the rest of me knows that I can't go back. My past is my past. There is no changing that and it has made me who I am today.

I cherish moments like this. Xavier took my hand after dinner and asked what I wanted to do tonight. I told him the truth, with a blush lighting up my face and neck. I just wanted to be with him. He had smiled a warm smile, eyes twinkling as his hand trailed my cheekbone. He leant forward, pressing his lips softly to my forehead and said, "That's exactly what I want too." He then pulled a bag from the pantry, putting it in the microwave until little pops filled the kitchen. He poured the popcorn in a bowl and took my hand again, pulling upstairs to his bedroom where he put on some movie that seems sweet so far. To be completely honest, I was having trouble giving my attention to the movie. I was just so grateful to have him with me. I sunk into him, enjoying the sparks that ran where our skin met.

When the bowl of popcorn was gone and put onto one of his bedside tables, I turned myself more into him. I played with a button on his shirt pocket while my cheek rested above his heart, its steady beat lulling me into a relaxed state. His hand played with my hair with one hand while the other rested on my back.

The main character of the movie gave a speech, the man giving his response as fireworks went off behind them. I think the movie ended but I didn't bother to turn my attention anywhere but Xavier's steady heart and the silly little button between my fingers. Xavier let go on my hair, setting his hand with the other on my back. He tightened his hold on me. Our legs, that were tangled together, also tightened and he crushed me into a full body embrace. "Stay with me tonight," he encouraged.