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modern au shenanigans!!
[ from here.
zhongli will be happy to know that things are, in fact, hygienic. save perhaps for the dirty dishes. like as not her trash needs to go out, also..
nevertheless! she knows very well that he is teasing, but she falls for the fake guilt trip regardless, quickly taking the few steps between them to throw herself against his back, her arms winding tight around his middle, and as she presses her face into his coat, she smiles. he feels warm and familiar, and already she is so thankful that he agreed to see her tonight, despite his rather considerable workload. ]
Please. Don't think you're getting out of this so easily!
[ how long has it been since last she'd been able to see him, anyway? they keep in contact daily, but they're both so damnably busy that it's difficult to find the time, despite the fact that they live in the same city. the end of semester crunch is quite brutal. lumine laughs, light and musical, and she would hook her chin over his shoulder if not for their substantial difference in height - instead she nudges her nose to his shoulderblade. he agreed to keep her company tonight, there's nothing he could say or do to get himself out of it, now! her voice softens. ]
No matter how cute you are when you pout. Are you upset that I greeted the food before you?
[ she's just so hungry. ]
zhongli will be happy to know that things are, in fact, hygienic. save perhaps for the dirty dishes. like as not her trash needs to go out, also..
nevertheless! she knows very well that he is teasing, but she falls for the fake guilt trip regardless, quickly taking the few steps between them to throw herself against his back, her arms winding tight around his middle, and as she presses her face into his coat, she smiles. he feels warm and familiar, and already she is so thankful that he agreed to see her tonight, despite his rather considerable workload. ]
Please. Don't think you're getting out of this so easily!
[ how long has it been since last she'd been able to see him, anyway? they keep in contact daily, but they're both so damnably busy that it's difficult to find the time, despite the fact that they live in the same city. the end of semester crunch is quite brutal. lumine laughs, light and musical, and she would hook her chin over his shoulder if not for their substantial difference in height - instead she nudges her nose to his shoulderblade. he agreed to keep her company tonight, there's nothing he could say or do to get himself out of it, now! her voice softens. ]
No matter how cute you are when you pout. Are you upset that I greeted the food before you?
[ she's just so hungry. ]
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here she is now, smiling, holding him, telling him she's glad. his head is light from the wine and his heart full and heavy in his chest, beating incessantly towards her. he doesn't regret this—not in this moment, not for the blissful, affectionate look like the one she offers to him. it's a look he's always wanted. ]
You are more than I deserve.
[ he says it quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. in his tipsiness, he has half a mind to pull her up onto his lap, relieve the ache in his back, and kiss her breathless. it sounds as if she might let him. ]
It's my hope as well that you won't awaken and regret this tomorrow. ...And if you don't, then I will have to accept how I wasted so much time withholding my feelings for you. I'm not certain which would be worse to endure.
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[ if anything, she hardly deserves him. zhongli is an incredible man, smart and strong and wise beyond his years, with a great, gentle heart full of kindness. lumine is only a girl, silly and reckless, with a messy life and a chaotic streak. she's unbelievably fortunate that he would return her feelings. it still feels dizzying, like a dream.
he hardly has to make the choice to kiss her breathless, for lumine is boldly leaning forward again to seek his mouth with hers, her arms around his shoulders tightening so she can pull nearer to him. she speaks only between long kisses. ]
Silly man.. you talk like this is the worst thing that could happen to you.
[ a light laugh bubbles up against his lips, and lumine slips one hand into zhongli's dark hair, drawing her fingernails against his scalp as she shifts to face him more fully. her free hand moves to his shoulder, leveraging her weight to press him back and down into the comfortable sofa, if he'll allow it. ]
I won't regret it. You don't know how long I've wanted this.
[ longer than she wants to admit, for how foolish she feels for having held back at all. ]
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despite his spoken reservations, zhongli doesn't resist her heavy kisses. he breathes in sharply the moment she presses their mouths together, the sweetness shuddering through him. he tilts his head and, unable to pull away, he answers every kiss, brows knitted in his effort. her laugh is a clear bell in his ears, buzzing against his lips, and he can't help smiling.
the drag of her fingers in his hair nearly reads as wanting. she pushes him down slowly and his body obliges, sliding his legs onto the couch as he turns to lie down. his gaze flickers to hers, half-lidded and darkened as desire pulses in his body. he knows what happens when someone's lowered against a couch. he hadn't imagined this happening so soon, but does he mind? she wanted this for so long, she says. he feels heady with affection and wine. she could do anything to him.
his hands rest on her thighs before he can think to move them elsewhere. his bright, amber eyes search her face, curtained by her pale, yellow hair. ]
Then I will regret all of that time wasted while I wanted you just as much. I can only hope to make up for it.
[ one of his hands slides up to her side, fingertips dipping beneath her shirt to smooth over her skin. soft and lithe, as he had expected. ]
You are so beautiful. [ he murmurs, suggesting that he thought this exact phrase thousands of times before. and he did. he cranes his head forward to kiss her again, closing her lips between his. ]
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when you think about something for so long, that thing begins to feel both close and distant at once, like an old memory it can dance out of your grip like flowing grains of sand. it becomes a strange, idealized thing that can feel unattainable, a dream that will turn to smoke once you grab for it.
but this is real. he is real, and here, beneath her hands. the taste of his mouth is still on her lips. it isn't a dream or a silly fantasy - he feels for her the same things she has felt for him for so very long; it's enough to make her heart tighten painfully behind her ribs. he says such sweet, impossible words that lumine cannot help but laugh, the sound like a breath between their mouths. they might be half-drunk, silly with wine, but that does not make this any less real or valid. her feelings for him will not burn away with the alcohol.
zhongli is so tall he takes up nearly all of the sofa, but lumine is thankfully smaller - there is more than enough room for her to settle herself comfortably in his lap. her knees press to either sides of his hips as she leans down and into him, her arms coiling around his shoulders, her head tilting to once more capture that perfect angle to slot their mouths together.
there are a hundred things she wants to say, all of the things she has held behind her teeth for so long - but rather than speak them she says them instead with the roll of her body, and her slim fingers slipping into his dark hair. she says them with her teeth sinking gently into the tender flesh of his lower lip. she says them in the way she breathes, low and rough between warm, deep kisses. he's flooding her senses, until all she can feel and smell and taste is him. ]
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his head is pillowed by her arms, and her seeking hands are slowly undoing the tight ponytail against his head. he makes no move to correct it, opting instead the cant his head into her kiss, reciprocal and obliging and parched. he squeezes her thigh, the other hand sliding up her back, gathering her shirt beneath her arms. his fingertips skate the clasps of her bra.
when she bites into his lip, his mouth comes apart from hers in a shaky, shuddering breath. she bears down on him, her chest dragging against his, and immediately his body reacts. he feels that growing warmth between her legs and his hands itch to touch her, his mouth seeking more than kisses. he groans again softly, curling his hips upward to meet her movements.
he runs his nails up her thigh and then both hands reach to deftly open the back of her bra. with that undone and hanging from her shoulders, he gathers the back of her hair in his fist and raises her chin. he tips his head to one side, pressing an open-mouthed kisses down her throat, tasting salt. his other hand is at her waist, sliding down until he's able to grip her ass through her fleece pajama pants. ]
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this should come as no surprise to her, really, when she thinks about it. he's the most attentive person she knows, perceptive and vigilant - he reads her body like a book, reacting so easily to everything she does. it's so very easy to become lost in him, in the scent of his skin and the feel of his strong hands, in the heat of his mouth.. she's dizzy, far more drunk on him than she could be on any wine.
his hips rock gently up and into hers, and lumine feels her body tighten with hot anticipation, a little bolt of pleasure needling between her thighs. they're moving quickly, but she hardly minds; this is an itch that has long since needed to be sated, something they have both ached for in passive silence for far too long. zhongli's hands feel hot against her bare skin, and she chances a soft whine when his mouth finds her neck, tipping her chin further back to offer him the tender column of her throat, while her hands work quickly at the buttons of his shirt. one by one they open, until she is able to slip both hands inside and smooth them over his abdomen, palms hot and searching. ]
We should..
[ she starts, then gasps, her hips rolling more firmly down into his lap, feeling the shape of him through her flimsy pants. ]
Come to bed with me.
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she finally touches his bare chest, pleasure burning beneath her searching hands. the anticipation is palpable, gathering hot between their moving bodies, heating their breath. lumine gasps for him and moves her hips, and it's the most arresting sound in the world. it's all he can do to register what she's saying. ]
You don't know how much you're asking of me. [ he mutters to her ear, cheek pressed to her jaw. his hips roll upward, pressing himself directly in the cleft between her legs, squeezing her ass and bearing her down. it's so hot. but he has to consider her, what she wants. (maybe this couch isn't worth ruining.)
his hands finally slide away from her and he slowly lowers his hips back to the couch. he begrudgingly turns his head away from hers, resisting temptation as he focuses on moving to her bedroom. ]
All right.
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it's not so easy for her to move away either, especially not after that exquisite roll of his hips that has her body on fire, but the bedroom isn't far.
shifting out of his lap at last, lumine slips her hands into his and tugs, leading him up to the loft above the kitchen area. her bedroom isn't much different from the rest of her home, looking thoroughly lived in, but she'd had the decency to pick up her laundry before he arrived, and make the bed. a small, brown dragon plush sits atop one of her pillows - a gift from him.
lumine's hands slip out of his own as she backs up toward the bed, and her fingers snag the hem of her tank top, peeling it away from her body and over her head along with her bra, in one fluid movement. cool air rushes against her too-hot skin, coaxing goosebumps to rise, but her eyes remain firmly fixed on his face while she takes his hands again and pulls them to her body, guiding them up the plane of her belly and over her firm breasts. ]
I've thought about this for so long..
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then her hands slip from his, and he watches as she backs up towards the bed, coming into full view. his eyes are fixed on every inch of exposed skin, trailing upward, savoring the soft curves up to her neck. he swallows. he feels like he has a lifetime's worth of hunger and worship in him.
his eyes raise to hers as she takes his hands and guides them upwards. he fingers splay outward, closing over her impossibly soft chest, nipples pushing to his fingers. his eyes come half lidded, and a shudder rolls through his body as she mutters between them. the moment the last words leave her lips, zhongli cants his head and closes his mouth over hers, deep and wanting. he lets go of her breasts, and instead he wraps his arm around the middle of her back, the other hooking around her thighs, just beneath her bottom.
he lifts her up to him, her mouth lifted higher than his as they kiss. he walks them towards the bed and lays them down on top of it carefully, bare chests melded together. he murmurs as he guides his hips between her legs, a little breathless. ]
You are already so much more than I imagined. And I've imagined you this way many times before.
[ he kisses her again briefly. ]
Tell me what you've thought of us doing together. I will do anything for you.
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it is dim up here, lit only by the ambient light from downstairs, and the moonlight that drifts in through gauzy curtains, laying a dusty silver light across the room. it's enough to see him by.
and he looks good. moonlight clings to his broad shoulders, laying in his hair, half-loosened from its ponytail, lighting the edges of his handsome face.. how could she have been so fortunate? zhongli could have anyone he wanted, anyone in the world, no one could resist those striking eyes, or his smooth, oaky voice, or his patient heart. he has so much to give, and he wants to give it to her. he asks her what she wants, and lumine's face flushes hot. she was not lying when she said she'd thought of this before - more times than she wants to admit, if she's honest, and a hundred different ideas flicker into her thoughts. lumine isn't demure by nature, but this is zhongli, one of her closest, dearest friends; she can't help but feel a little shy. ]
I..
[ she starts, then hesitates - but what is she afraid of? he wants her just as much as she wants him. she must be herself. she must be bold. ]
I've thought of your hands all over me.. and your mouth, kissing down my body.
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he draws back, and instead of immediately continuing on where they left off, lumine is staring at him with those eyes like clear gems, shining with moonlight. the warmth of the lamp in the other room barely creeps over the edge of the bed, lighting her shoulder and the outline of one arm; the moonlight refracts from her hair, traces the delicate features of her profile, outlines her collarbone and the curves of her chest. her hair splays out against the pillow, and when her cheeks darken, zhongli's chest squeezes with fondness. he did this to her. it's still unbelievable. anyone would fall for her. her brightness was a beacon that could bring any heart home. and yet she still chose him.
even unsure, her words send a shiver, his mind already conjuring images and sensations. he kisses her softly and murmurs to her lips. ]
I was already intending to do just that.
[ he lifts and eases her further on the bed, enough for him to stand on his knees. he sits up enough to finally peel the shirt from his shoulders and drop it on the nightstand beside him.
then he leans down, holding her waist, gently rolling the seam of her pants down to the middle of her hips. he kisses her chin, slowly closes his mouth over her throat, down her collarbone, and over the middle of her chest. his hands slide up her arms and down again to her supple chest. his fingers close again, the weight giving in between his fingers. he swirls and flicks and softly pinches her standing nipples. ]
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but before she can appreciate him too much, zhongli is lowering himself down, and beginning his work.
he's a sweet, attentive lover, and it isn't long before lumine is lost in the sensation of him. his hot, soft mouth moves over her skin, and his fingers and thumbs work her nipples so expertly that she cannot help the sounds she emits, soft little cries of pleasure as the heat in her belly moves directly south, pooling between her thighs. it's so much and yet not at all enough.
she wants to touch him, to feel every inch of him, to learn all of the shapes that she has only ever looked at before. lumine's hands begin to rove, tracing fingertips down the nape of his neck where she unclasps his ponytail and sets the tie aside, allowing his long hair to spill free. and then her hands are moving over his shoulders, palms gliding over hard muscle and bone and tense sinew; his skin feels so hot beneath her touch, impossibly warm and painfully soft. then her hands are moving further down his back, tracing the curve of his spine as far as she can reach, before dragging her fingernails gently upward.
her hips shift, rocking upward, and lumine crooks one knee between his legs, her thigh pressing upward against the hard heat she finds there. he's making her feel so good, she wants so badly to return the favor. ]
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he's dreamed of coaxing these sounds from her mouth. every gasp and every clipped and desperate whine is another bolt of desire through his body. he kisses the middle of her chest, the plush skin of her breast, the rim of her nipple. his hair fans out behind him, the tail of it slipping down his back. her searching hands are warm and adoring, and he groans softly as she drags her nails upward, his back and shoulders curving to meet it. the lines burn beautifully against his back, and coupled with her knee pushing against his building erection, zhongli can't help the shudder down his back.
he closes his mouth over her nipple and his tongue slips down to meet it, swirling and flicking and savoring. once, he gently runs his teeth along the length of it before taking it past his lips again, sucking softly. her skin tastes sweet and clean, just as he'd imagined. he moves to meet the other one, and his freed hand slides beneath the hem of her pants, running his fingertips in a line down between her legs. ]
I wanted you for so long. [ he says it again against her breast, fingers pushing at her clit. ] I believed I could never possibly want you more. And yet, seeing you this way... If the choice was mine, I would never leave from here.
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[ a simple enough solution, as far as lumine is concerned. she no more wants him to leave than he desires to go - she could keep him here, always, pressed close to her body, the taste of his mouth lingering on her lips.
zhongli's touch is nothing short of expert. the heat of his mouth against her breasts is as captivating as it is pleasurable, and she can't help but watch him as he works, enjoying the lovely view of his lips and tongue laving her skin. he looks beautiful in the moonlight, the far lamp's glow illuminating his face in warm yellow light just so, just enough. how could she have gotten so lucky?
and then his hand slips down the front of her pajama pants, and lumine's eyes close at last, her head falling against the soft pillows when his fingertips press warm and seeking against her clit. her hips twitch upward, aching for more. ]
That's.. that's..
[ good, she wants to say, but the words are lost in a soft moan of pleasure. it's been awhile since she's been touched like this, since she allowed anyone so close, and she's never wanted it nearly so much as she does right now. lumine's fingers slip into the hair that falls like a curtain down his back while her thigh presses harder to his cock, grinding against him in a slow, deep rhythm. as nice as it might be to lie back and allow him to ravish her, lumine thinks she has spent enough time playing the pillow princess. her body pushes up against his, urging him to sit up. ]
I want to touch you.
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I will.
[ the space beyond her bed and surrounding their pocket in time stops existing all at once. the buzz of alcohol in his mind is slowly subsiding, and still his body pulses with want as she pants and whines. he knows she's watching him, and for a moment he presses his cheek to her breast and raises his narrowed eyes to hers, running his tongue over the length of her nipple.
her back arches as her head pushes back. the jolt of her hips slips his hand down, against the wet and damp heat between her legs, seeped over her underclothes. his erection already half-hard at the eager grind of her thigh, almost painful yet achingly good. he wants desperately to strip them both and run his hands over every beautiful curve, against the smoothness of her thighs, over the notches of her hips. at the same time, he wanted to take that wetness in his mouth, pry her open with his tongue, push himself inside and make her his alone.
she could have anyone at all. zhongli is too pragmatic not to think so. he's seen the many facets of her, deserving of love: bright and even-tempered, witty and cunning, caring and sweet. he knew how she preferred cocoa over coffee, hot weather over cold, sunflowers over roses. she doubtlessly shared her bed with other people who might have wanted her just as much. he had reckoned with it for so long, and one thought rises and is quickly pushed away: they had only talked about their wants. would he still have to share her after all of this was over? could he bear that?
when she arches up against him, he obliges her and sits back onto his knees, his hands slipping away from her skin to settle on her knees. beneath him, she is at her most beautiful, flushed with want.
the words run electric down his body. greed building in him, unfamiliar yet irresistible. if she allows it, he leans down again to slide his fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head and drawing her forward. ]
Lumine. [ he whispers and tilts his head to kiss her deeply, the pressure in his chest demanding it. ]
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how foolish she had been for waiting so long, for being afraid to risk their beautiful, perfect friendship. ]
You're perfect..
[ she speaks as her hands move over his broad shoulders and down his chest, over sleek planes of muscle that she'd only ever dreamed of touching, that she'd imagined the feel of when she was feeling particularly indulgent on a night alone. she touches him with something almost like reverence, as if her fingers are mapping every inch of him, gliding down his abdomen, circling his navel, dragging along the deep dips of his hipbones that guide her lower. lumine's eyes are on his as she carefully unbuttons his trousers and slips her left hand into them, beneath the band of his underclothes and down.
she wants to watch his face, to see his expression twist up with pleasure as she at last palms his cock, learning the weight and shape of it, feeling him fill out against her hand. lumine's breath catches, her nose nudging alongside his own, just the feel of him alone is thrilling and exciting. she can feel her body tightening with anticipatory heat, and lumine can't help but kiss him again, her tongue tracing his lower lip, seeking entrance, while she whispers against his mouth. ]
You feel perfect..
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his thoughts could run further, but her careful and searching hands preoccupy him as they map the planes of his skin. his own fall to her thighs, and one seeks up her hip and to the middle of her back, bare and smooth, a perfect curve against him.
pleasure shocks through his hips as she takes him in her hand. he inhales sharply, his hips and stomach tensing as she works him to full hardness. his eyelids fall closed, his chin lifts, and his mouth comes open as she sidles her nose beside his. her breath skims over his lips, and he can feel the infuriating, teasing graze of her lips near his. he seeks it before she finally kisses him hard.
he wants her beyond measure. his fingertips dig into the flesh of her thigh as he leans up to kiss back, to meet her tongue with his. instead she whispers to him. perfect. even unclear, it rang like a beautiful bell in his ear, summoning him when he had once been asleep for so long. it doesn't matter what "perfect" means as long as it's him, as long as it's what she wants.
zhongli tilts his head and kisses her chin, beneath her jaw, down to the base of her throat. his hand slides over her breast, cupping and squeezing, pinching her nipple between the lengths of his fingers. heat coils between his legs; he can't help his groan as he he raises his hips upward to her touch. ]
Don't tease me. Not after so long.
[ he murmurs, brushing his lips over the side of her neck. his thumb draws circles over the head of her nipple. he slips his free hand beneath the elastic of her pajama pants, down to the damp heat between her legs. he presses his fingertips against her and runs a slow, deep line up to the head of her clit. ]
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his words bring a smile to her face, her lips quirking against his even as she laughs, soft and breathless, against his mouth. ]
Take what you want, then.
[ she says, even as his hand slides beneath her panties and down, down to where she wants him most. her thighs part further, an involuntary reaction to his seeking fingers, and when his fingertips slide against her clit she moans, low and wanting, the sound muffled between their lips. pleasure sparks and blooms, spilling over her like hot water, and lumine's hips rock gently forward, her hand on his cock squeezing. she thumbs at his tip, collecting the moisture there to better lubricate the tight strokes of her hand. ]
I'm yours. I'm all yours.
[ as if her slickness wasn't evidence enough of that, his exploring fingers will find that she is already sinfully wet for him. her thighs tense, and lumine regretfully drops her hands away from him so she can hook her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants and panties both, to begin shimmying them down her hips and thighs.
she's watching his face all the while, her pupils wide and dark, searching his own. ]