Xavier continued towards the bedroom, an elbow swinging out here and there to get them in without hurting her. He wouldn't let that happen now - or ever. As he kissed her, he hoped that she understood that - even without words. No matter what his other plans were, no matter what he had done or been accused of, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He'd fix things as best as he could. He would just do it in his way.
The door to the bedroom was kicked shut behind them, dinner long forgotten. He tore his lips from hers long enough to tug at her shirt, pulling it up and between them if she allowed it. But even that break of contact - after everything - was too long without his lips on hers and he recaptured them soon after.