"I don't even remember why we're fighting"

[glidinglight]

[ 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. ]

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[glidinglight]

[ Even the tiniest gesture of tenderness is a palpable thing--he isn't exactly a person known for it. She knows a boy who was literally raised by wolves and yet even he manages to be more gentle. So when Childe does ease off, even that tiniest bit, she notices.

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. ]

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[vapour]

[ He's not sure if he imagined her lips moving when he pulled back, but he's not dumb enough to try and find out.

... 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

[glidinglight]

[ She'd be lying if she says she hadn't thought about something vaguely resembling this once or twice or thrice. She'd always pictured it being sweeter--but she'd always scoffed at herself for even imagining it in the first place, much less for thinking that someone as rough-and-tumble as Childe would ever be gentle. It was as unrealistic as suddenly being gifted her wings back, so she had boxed up and shoved those thoughts away. After all, she had told herself, if anyone was going to woo her, there were probably a half a dozen candidates more likely. There was no point in developing urges for someone that would never reciprocate.

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. ]