Intimate Friends

Four

Fortunately, the rest of Dakota's funeral went without issue or outburst. The obviously well-paid priest gave a nicely written eulogy full of false facts about the young man, a few who were close to him testified of his generosity and care for the community, prompting Amira to hold in a snort at the thick layer of lies they put on a dead man's image. Once it ended and people started to file out, the Lectors and Xavier stood out front and waited for their car to come around. As it did Francois and Amira got in first, followed by Xavier and Jonathan before they took the ride to the house in relative silence aside from idle conversation. When they were home and in their respective rooms, the first thing Amira did was unzip the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, stepping out in her heels and underwear just as Xavier closed the door behind him.

"Are you that tired of your dress or is that your way of saying you don't care if your brother's rooms are near each side of us?" he said as his eyes trailed her curve riddled form, having to adjust his pants just from looking at her half naked.

Amira smirked over her shoulder before unclasping her strapless bra and tossing it in his direction before she spoke.

"Actually, I'm ready to get out of this makeup and get changed. I believe we have a house call to make, my love."

With those words she sauntered into her bathroom and removed her makeup followed by taking her hair out of its updo and fluffing it out, the blood red tresses coming just past her shoulders without being straight. Walking back out into her now empty room, she picked up her dress and placed it in her hamper before crossing into her closet and pulling out a black two-piece legging set. Removing her lingerie and stockings she pulled the dark fabric over her body before grabbing a pair of black socks and walking back into her room to find Xavier lounging on the edge of her bed in his own changed clothes, a simple black long-sleeved shirt paired with black sweats and matching Jordans and his favorite Cuban link platinum chain tucked into the collar. He looked at a long box in his hand with contemplation, just barely acknowledging Amira's presence as she reached for her own sneakers and put them on her feet.

"Mimi...you ever thought about kids?"

Amira damn near broke her neck looking at the tall demon on her bed and stood up, stretching slightly as she gave a moment before her answer.

"What about them?"

"Like having them. Do you want kids?"

"X, we've talked about this. We both agreed we wanted our own kids down the road. Far, far down the road."

"Yeah, but not too far. I don't plan to be gray with toddlers, woman."

"...you plan to go gray one day?"

Xavier smirked at his bondmate with a pause. "Maybe, who knows?"

Amira rolled her eyes and began to walk over to him as she spoke. "Alright old man, we'll see. What's that in your hand though? You gripping it kind tight."

The young man chuckled and met her gaze as she stood between his legs before placing the rectangular box in her hands.

"Open it."

Amira raised a brow but opened it as her curiosity had the best of her, amber-hued eyes widening at the sight of a platinum 4mm Cuban link chain with a diamond 'X' in the middle. She looked up at him prepared to ask a question but was met with a nervous grin as Xavier pulled his own chain from under his shirt, revealing the matching 'A' that rested against his heart. At this point, the girl was rendered speechless but the silence was broken by him clearing his throat.

"Do you like it? I got it a little smaller than mine, the 4 instead of 6, but I wanted us to always have a piece of each other no matter where we are."