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glidinglight) wrote2022-01-14 08:43 pm
glidinglight) wrote2022-01-14 08:43 pm
"I don't even remember why we're fighting"
[ Lumine had had about enough.
What had begun as a fun romp through Liyue that was meant to relieve some of the stress she’d built up dealing with nonsense over in Sumeru was not providing the desired relaxation she had anticipated. She was bruised, she was tired, she was pretty sure that she had sprained a finger at one point during the day, and even though the sun was getting ready to set she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
And now?
Now there was Childe’s bullshit to deal with.
She didn’t know what his problem was, but they’d been fighting for a solid hour now. And not the fun kind of fighting. Even Paimon had taken off for the Wangshu Inn halfway through. She clicked her tongue and let out a puff of air. ]
You know what? I don’t even remember why we’re fighting. But it doesn’t really matter, either.
[ She spun on her heel and started walking away from him. He could go jump into Dihua Marsh for all she cared. ]
What had begun as a fun romp through Liyue that was meant to relieve some of the stress she’d built up dealing with nonsense over in Sumeru was not providing the desired relaxation she had anticipated. She was bruised, she was tired, she was pretty sure that she had sprained a finger at one point during the day, and even though the sun was getting ready to set she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
And now?
Now there was Childe’s bullshit to deal with.
She didn’t know what his problem was, but they’d been fighting for a solid hour now. And not the fun kind of fighting. Even Paimon had taken off for the Wangshu Inn halfway through. She clicked her tongue and let out a puff of air. ]
You know what? I don’t even remember why we’re fighting. But it doesn’t really matter, either.
[ She spun on her heel and started walking away from him. He could go jump into Dihua Marsh for all she cared. ]
no subject
... Or so she thought. Lumine hasn't ever been fully sure how, exactly, to define their relationship. Some days they have sparring sessions that feel like real life-or-death duels; other days they go fishing together and talk about how Tuecer and Tonia and the rest of his family are doing. That mercurial, unpredictable nature has been the hallmark of their "relationship," such as it is, in her mind. But there's still always been a line that they've never crossed that at least assured her of what it wasn't.
Until today, that is.
Moments before his lips meet hers, she's trying to object. ]
Don't--
[ Unfortunately, Childe isn't in any mood to listen. In fact, this is the whole point, isn't it? To prove to her he can do whatever he wants to her. And unfortunately, that instinct to try to tell him no works against her; she's left herself wide open, as it were. She tries to draw back, to squirm her head in some direction that he can't follow, to free her wrists from his grasp. But she's stuck.
She squeezes her eyes tight, trying to fight the feelings of humiliation and frustration and, maybe worst of all, confusion. ]
ugh sorry for taking forever
Or maybe he expected her to melt right into his kiss like a girl in some romance novel and be desperately kissing him back now like she's wanted to do so since they first met instead of struggling to get away.
(How fucking stupid for him to even consider that. He'd laugh out loud if he wasn't busy with his mouth over hers. Is he just backs off now, though, he'll look weak and insecure, but he also doesn't want her so damn tense that he can't tell if she hates it or really hates it— which is exactly what is happening right now.
A low hiss escapes him even as he slowly eases up on the kiss, his lips, teeth, and tongue shifting from full out cruel aggression like this is a punishment being served. Without a word he relaxes it into something a little more gentle.
...Not that gentle, though. Childe can't be what he isn't. And he's selfish and greedy to a fault, especially when it comes to having this girl's undivided attention. That desire starts building rapidly into something more sensual and he'll take advantage to pin her against the wall again only so he can press his body against hers and get a taste of that delicious friction. He's testing the waters, seeing if he can get her to relax any or coax her into accepting it. As much as he now has the sudden desire to do all sorts of things to her, he won't let himself go that far without her consent. Just enough to—
—He'll pull back from the kiss abruptly, realizing that him trying to force her into accepting him just by continuing to kiss her against her will is not much different from fully violating her. Panting heavily, Childe licks his lips to get any leftover taste of her lips that he can before it disappears, looking off to one side. He needs to move back from her and give her space, but it's becoming obvious that it's more difficult to separate their bodies now that he's gone and gotten a taste. ]
... [ now would be a good time to apologize, but his stubborn side refuses, insisting she deserved this for provoking him in the first place. ]
never worry, good tags are worth waiting for <3
This is her chance. If she strikes back now, she could get him off. Bite his tongue or his lip, knee him, dig her fingernails into the sensitive under-skin of his wrists--teach him a lesson about mistreating girls. She is acutely aware of this.
No one could be more surprised than herself that she doesn't jump at it. That instead she allows him to continue to kiss her, to grind against her, to keep her arms pinned high as the lines of his lean muscles press in against her curves. Further still that she lets it go on so long that her lungs begin to burn and her head begins to feel dizzy. So long, even, that she begins to kiss back.
And that, of course, is when he finally pulls back. ]
...
[ She's quiet, save for the sound of the air coming in and out of her lungs in harsh gasps. Why didn't she shove him away? Why did he stop being vicious? Wasn't the point of this to punish her? ]
Did you have enough yet?
[ She hates the breathy sound of her voice. The way she's still obviously panting. The slight tremor running through her body. She should sound venomous. A few moments ago she'd felt like he'd trampled all over her dignity. Now she's not so sure. If she's lucky, he won't notice the change in her. ]
<3<3
... oh except he is, especially when she asks that question to him in that breathless tone, her panting enough he can feel as well as see the rise and fall of her shoulders and chest in earnest. with her letting him be flush against her, with her not struggling even as he has her hands tied helpless above her through the use of his own strong grip.
Through his own panting he looks finally to her face, she'll notice the clear flush in his face, too. Is she baiting him? Doesn't she know if she goes down this road he's going to have his way with her? The friction from the grinding of their bodies (and she has a fucking gorgeous body under those clothes, he knows it, felt it, still feels it.) Strong lines of lean muscle but not to the point of it ring her feminine physique. Soft curves that his hands could run over and worship for hours, and really a perfect set of breasts pillowed up against him with him not having separated from her. If he wasn't hard against her before he's getting there now after all that, and he expects her to get the hint when she feels him halfway there ul against her inner thigh in their position.
Still he doesn't pull away. (Because he's fucking stupid.) Because she's definitely going to push him away before he has to make a decision. (Because he's had fantasies of having sex with her after an intense battle and her enjoying every second of it— and he wants to know just how wrong his fantasies are from the reality.) Because he's not going to do anything to her unless she wants him too. Which she doesn't. Surely. ]
What if I say no? [ he intends for it to be and sound more aggressive than it comes out. It ends up sounding like he's requesting permission rather than challenging her to not call it quits. It's sounds as if he's absolutely going to seduce her if she wants him to, so she might as well let him know.]
What if I say it's a stupid question because I'm never going to get enough of you?
. . .What if I ask you, have you had enough? And you realize you haven't...
Just. [ he punctuates every word as his eyes roam the length or her body trapped helplessly against him. Lumine deserves to feel good, though, it won't be enough if she doesn't agree and he tries to do anything. ]
Like. [ he can blow off everything as complete lies made just to get to her if she doesn't want it. Even as he's slowly inching to kiss her again if she lets him, finishing his question but giving her now time to reply as he seals their lips together. ]
Me?
now it's my turn to apologize for the long delay
She tries to avoid looking at his eyes. She doesn't know what she'll see there--what she wants to see. It could all be a ruse, after all. A moment of--sweetness, dare she say?--so he could laugh in her face if she bought it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd managed to make her halfway believe he wasn't so bad just to have the rug yanked out from under her. There isn't anywhere safe to look, though. His body's too close, obscuring her field of vision, the same way his body has invaded her personal space.
There's a funny thing about bodies though. You can lie with your mouth all you please, try to feign indifference or anger or whatever emotion serves you at the time. But a body that's aroused? That's an honest thing. And just like his, hers is following through, heating and dampening between her thighs as her nipples pebbled from stimulation.
Lumine swallows, hard, trying to keep her breathing under control. Her thoughts are in a dozen places all at once: fizzling over the way he feels pressed up and grinding into her; chewing on the worry that this is all still an ugly ruse somehow; calculating the fact that someday his beloved Tsaritsa might become your enemy and put you right back into the aim of his bow sight; distantly fretting that even if somehow, everything all works out and he doesn't claw her beating heart out of her own chest then she will be the one to reach inside and pull his out because she knows she can't, won't, stay in the end.
It's a bad idea. No matter how tempting it sounds in her ears, it's bad. Even if the way he presses up against her just right sends a sliver of lightning dancing up and down her spine is--it's a bad idea.
But she makes the mistake of making eye contact with him again. He has always had such beautiful, ruthless eyes: you would think, being so blue, they might remind her of the sky or the sea. But what they really remind her of is the lightless depths of space where the stars don't dare shine, of the freedom she once had, the thrill of the journey, to dare to do what should have been impossible. Of course they would be enchanting. Maybe she could get away with blaming them for what she does next.
She leans forward with her whole body, pushing against the restraints of his hands, trying to finish his sentence off before he can complete it. Even if he grapples with her for control now, she's going to persist. If this is happening, really happening (it's really happening) then she's not going to just be a passive, limp doll. She wants to feel him, and she's not going to give up until he lets her hands go so they can both press against the back of his head and neck. ]