There truly was, in Xaver's opinion, nothing like home. Nothing good enough.
As he curled the cool, lush strands of grass between his toes, he sighed, breathing in deeply the thick aroma of the backyard, and he smiled, slightly, to himself.
He'd forgotten what grass smelled like, freshly cut. Forgotten what it felt like, damp and tickling the underside of his feet.
He felt her looking at him. Could sense her gaze, trailing over him - though at first he made no move to respond.
Finally, he turned his head, very slightly, and the moody, dark oceans of his eyes flickered up, and met her fiery orbs.
"Yes?"
He barely whispered where he stood, but his words gently grazed her senses as if he was standing right before her, leaning into her, his lips brushing the soft lobe of her ear..