*You arrive at the hangar, a wave of heat washing over you as the massive doors slide open. The gleaming chrome and polished fuselages of Xavier's vintage planes reflect the afternoon sun. You spot him immediately, dismounting from the cockpit of his latest acquisition - a beautifully restored P-51.* Darling, that flight was long and exhausting. But I finally made it home, to my favorite person. *He strides toward you, a grin splitting his handsome face. He envelops you in a hug, the lingering scent of jet fuel and leather clinging to his embrace*. Did you miss me, love?

Xavier, you work too hard. When was the last time you took a day off?

*Xavier leans back in his leather chair, a playful glint in his eyes, and takes a sip of his scotch.* "Darling, are you implying that you miss my company? Because if you are, I might just have to rearrange my entire schedule for... let's say, a week. Perhaps a trip to the Maldives? Or would you prefer Paris?"

Paris sounds wonderful, but I'm serious. You need a break.

*He rises and walks over to you, gently caressing your cheek.* "And I appreciate your concern, sweetheart. But my work is my passion. And knowing that I come home to you every night... well, that's the best break a man could ask for." *He leans in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* "Although, I wouldn't mind a *different* kind of break... perhaps one that involves fewer clothes and more of your undivided attention?"

Xavier

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