[ Sinking down to the pillows makes it much easier to continue kissing her without worrying about bending his neck at an odd angle. He shifts, hovering over her as one of his arms rests near her head to support his weight. The soft slide of their tongues together isn’t uncharted territory for him, but pressing close like this certainly is. Wei Wuxian is careful in the way he adjusts himself to keep his robes from getting too in the way as he straddles her hips and his hair falls forward in a curtain surrounding their faces.
But the position is the least important thing to him—what matters much, much more is the softness of her lips and the taste of strawberry cake and coffee on her tongue as they push together, all intermingling with the feelings that kissing her like this stirs within him. ]
[ She'd already known at the party just how overwhelming this could be with him. At least with that she's not caught off-guard by how much her head is spinning as she relaxes back into the pillows with a quiet sigh into the kiss. He feels so warm like this, all but surrounding her as she chases the faint bitterness of the coffee on his tongue, her heart racing faster by the second.
She doesn't even realize she's trembling a little until she lifts her hand to trail her fingers through his hair where it tumbles around them both. It's enough to finally make her break the kiss for breath, turning her head to nuzzle at his jaw so he doesn't read anything negative into her brief pause. ]
[ His breath fans out warm against her when they finally part, and he lifts his chin up so she can more easily nuzzle against him. It's such easy, warm affection that Wei Wuxian finds himself soaking it right up. ]
I can only be shy to an extent, can I?
[ There comes a point where his feelings trump all hesitation he might feel otherwise. For someone like him, his desire for most forms of intimacy are directly tied to his feelings. ]
It turns out that you aren't so shy yourself.
[ Though her hands are shaking, and while he doesn't think it's him that's the problem, he wonders if she's nervous being this close. ]
[ There's no criticism in his voice, so she gives that a little smile and presses a light kiss to his jaw. She wishes she could steady herself faster — she's overwhelmed, not scared — but he's so warm and soothing that she can just bask in that for a moment until it subsides. ]
I don't feel like I have anything to be shy about with you, maybe. Am I wrong?
[ He's being so careful with her already in the way he holds himself, bracing his weight off of her. Absentmindedly, she traces her palm down his arm to feel the tension in it through the layers of his robes. ]
[ He closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips when she kisses his jaw. ]
I'd like to think you have no reason to be.
[ Underneath her hand, his arm is solid with muscle, although it isn't bulky in any real sense and instead toned with the sort of muscle that extensive practice with archery and swordsmanship lends to.
Wei Wuxian turns, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek and then to her jaw too. ]
[ It's nice, how happy he is to be touched. And how free he is with the affection in turn. She laughs softly and tips her head up into his kisses, happy to encourage more of that. ]
Then I won't be. I trust you. ...I feel safe with you.
[ Even she knows it had been too early to write that about him when she'd penned the first letter to Medea. But now it's true beyond any doubt. She gives his arm a light squeeze and finally brushes her lips against his again. ]
[ He knows that people feel safe with him, that they trust him, but knowing and hearing it are two separate things for Wei Wuxian. His heart practically soars at those words and it draws a small smile to his lips, even as they'e pressed against Psyche's.
Wei Wuxian pulls back just enough to smile at her before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then next to her mouth, and then towards her jaw as he starts a trail along her jawline. They're soft presses of his lips against her skin, almost experimental but with a sureness behind them that leaves Psyche no room to think he's hesitant.
If she trusts him, then he can trust her to tell him what he should and should not do, so for now, he'll do what feels most natural. ]
[ She can feel that little smile against her lips, and it leaves her smiling still as starts to explore. Her skin feels hot everywhere his lips brush; each touch is soft, sweetly earnest, and she tilts her head as he moves to offer him more room. ]
You're so gentle...
[ But confident in a way that says that he's comfortable with her, too. It's a bit late now to tell herself she doesn't feel a rush of emotion at the thought. She just closes her eyes against it and reaches up to thread her fingers through his hair, letting it slip past her palms. ]
[ She’s so warm against his lips that it’s nearly intoxicating, and all he can do is take what she gives him, filling up that new room with more kisses. He tries lightly nipping at her skin and soothing it with his tongue in the hopes that she likes it, because he’s otherwise worried about leaving marks, having the distinct feeling that Psyche might freak out later if he did.
But he huffs out a soft laugh against her neck when she says that, a smile on his lips. ]
Should I be more rough with you?
[ He can certainly do that, but he’s gotten the impression that she likes gentle. ]
[ Her fingers flex a little in his hair each time he nips at her skin, and she jolts up a tiny bit against him with a low gasp that definitely doesn't sound disapproving. The fact that she can heal small marks doesn't guarantee him security from future freakouts, but it's certainly not at the top of her mind at the moment. But his laugh makes her laugh in turn, squirming a little as his breath tickles her neck. ]
I like it that you're gentle. You don't need to worry that I'm fragile, but...
[ But this is nice. She rubs her cheek a little against his hair, hiding a smile there. ]
[ They’re pressed so close that Psyche simply squirming against him because she’s ticklish makes his heart rate skyrocket, and he has to hold back a gasp. ]
There’s something nice about gentle anyway.
[ Even though Wei Wuxian is the kind of person who is up for just about anything at all with the one he likes, he can still be more than happy with simply enjoying someone else’s presence.
He turns to chase after her lips, wasting no time in sliding his tongue between them to taste her again. ]
[ Hmm... she's not completely oblivious to that restrained reaction. She leans up to kiss him, making a soft noise of happy agreement against his lips. And then, with just a hint of mischief, she arches up against him as she slides her hands over his shoulders to trace the front of his robes.
Maybe for just the moment she's completely forgotten where they are, or that anyone else could walk in. Teasing him a little bit is hard to resist. ]
[ Luckily(?), Wei Wuxian doesn’t care where they are. It’s not like anyone is around anyway, so he isn’t embarrassed when he gasps sharply. He laughs softly, giving her another peck on the lips. ]
Ha… there’s that mischievous side of you.
[ Her hands feel nice against his chest, warm and affectionate, and he’s sure that she can feel his heart pounding in his rib cage. But even so… he grins. ]
[ She probably shouldn't look so pleased with herself, but... coming from him, that definitely sounds like praise. She gives him a very demure kiss in return and then a grin. ]
Here? And you're calling me mischievous?
[ It's clearly him. But she runs her hands carefully down his chest again, feeling the strength beneath her palms and the way his heart races. She touches her fingertips finally to the sash she thinks fastens it. Indecision... ]
I'm surprised you still wear all of these when it's so warm here...
He reaches down, a hand hovering over Psyche’s in case she needs help. ]
You know, it’s cooler to wear more layers in the heat. [ But getting used to it is a big enough hurdle on its own. He tilts his head, his tone conveying only concern for her as he asks: ] Are you unsure?
If she went out, I never know when she'll be back.
[ He makes a fair point. Even if Psyche can well imagine Waltaquin giving her the stare of catlike indifference and saying something like "pay me no mind"...
She gives a soft laugh, brushing her hand against his palm before she starts carefully trying to work her fingers into the fabric. She might need a little help, but also she just likes his hands. ]
I should be asking you. Aren't you the one who's going to be embarrassed if someone comes by?
[ He really, really won't. That's just how he is. There are multiple layers on him, so all she'll initially do is slightly push off that topmost, thickest layer. ]
Besides, you're doing this with me. I think embarrassment would also extend to you as well.
[ There's so many robes, help. But if anything that seems to relax her a little. She grins, leaning up to bump her nose playfully against his as she starts doing battle with that first layer in earnest. ]
[ Wei Wuxian helps her out, pulling his sash off and tossing it to the side so he can shrug that first layer off. Then he sits back and motions for her to move to the side. ]
I didn’t think we’d end up like this, so how could you have thought to bring one?
[ He laughs, wasting no time at all in closing the distance between them again, straddling her hips as he allows some of his weight to press down on her. ]
The plan really was to eat cake.
[ Believe it or not, he does actually have innocent intentions most of the time. ]
[ And then he started saying sweet things and making it impossible to ignore everything she's been trying to ignore for at least a week.
She pulls him down into another kiss, relaxing into the secure feeling of his weight settling over her as she starts searching for the next layer of robe. ]
[ This one is much easier to take off, and Wei Wuxian is eager to help her out with it, even if it means breaking from the kiss to do so. But once he’s shrugged it off his shoulders, he quickly erases the space between them, seeking out her lips again with a fervor.
There’s only one more robe, a light white one that’s thin enough that Psyche can see his physique underneath it. He’s a lot more muscular than those layers of robes show, but he isn’t exactly bulky either. He’s simply solid. ]
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But the position is the least important thing to him—what matters much, much more is the softness of her lips and the taste of strawberry cake and coffee on her tongue as they push together, all intermingling with the feelings that kissing her like this stirs within him. ]
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She doesn't even realize she's trembling a little until she lifts her hand to trail her fingers through his hair where it tumbles around them both. It's enough to finally make her break the kiss for breath, turning her head to nuzzle at his jaw so he doesn't read anything negative into her brief pause. ]
...And I thought you were shy, Wei Wuxian.
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I can only be shy to an extent, can I?
[ There comes a point where his feelings trump all hesitation he might feel otherwise. For someone like him, his desire for most forms of intimacy are directly tied to his feelings. ]
It turns out that you aren't so shy yourself.
[ Though her hands are shaking, and while he doesn't think it's him that's the problem, he wonders if she's nervous being this close. ]
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I don't feel like I have anything to be shy about with you, maybe. Am I wrong?
[ He's being so careful with her already in the way he holds himself, bracing his weight off of her. Absentmindedly, she traces her palm down his arm to feel the tension in it through the layers of his robes. ]
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I'd like to think you have no reason to be.
[ Underneath her hand, his arm is solid with muscle, although it isn't bulky in any real sense and instead toned with the sort of muscle that extensive practice with archery and swordsmanship lends to.
Wei Wuxian turns, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek and then to her jaw too. ]
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Then I won't be. I trust you. ...I feel safe with you.
[ Even she knows it had been too early to write that about him when she'd penned the first letter to Medea. But now it's true beyond any doubt. She gives his arm a light squeeze and finally brushes her lips against his again. ]
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Wei Wuxian pulls back just enough to smile at her before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then next to her mouth, and then towards her jaw as he starts a trail along her jawline. They're soft presses of his lips against her skin, almost experimental but with a sureness behind them that leaves Psyche no room to think he's hesitant.
If she trusts him, then he can trust her to tell him what he should and should not do, so for now, he'll do what feels most natural. ]
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You're so gentle...
[ But confident in a way that says that he's comfortable with her, too. It's a bit late now to tell herself she doesn't feel a rush of emotion at the thought. She just closes her eyes against it and reaches up to thread her fingers through his hair, letting it slip past her palms. ]
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But he huffs out a soft laugh against her neck when she says that, a smile on his lips. ]
Should I be more rough with you?
[ He can certainly do that, but he’s gotten the impression that she likes gentle. ]
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I like it that you're gentle. You don't need to worry that I'm fragile, but...
[ But this is nice. She rubs her cheek a little against his hair, hiding a smile there. ]
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There’s something nice about gentle anyway.
[ Even though Wei Wuxian is the kind of person who is up for just about anything at all with the one he likes, he can still be more than happy with simply enjoying someone else’s presence.
He turns to chase after her lips, wasting no time in sliding his tongue between them to taste her again. ]
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[ Hmm... she's not completely oblivious to that restrained reaction. She leans up to kiss him, making a soft noise of happy agreement against his lips. And then, with just a hint of mischief, she arches up against him as she slides her hands over his shoulders to trace the front of his robes.
Maybe for just the moment she's completely forgotten where they are, or that anyone else could walk in. Teasing him a little bit is hard to resist. ]
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Ha… there’s that mischievous side of you.
[ Her hands feel nice against his chest, warm and affectionate, and he’s sure that she can feel his heart pounding in his rib cage. But even so… he grins. ]
You can take my robes off if you want.
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Here? And you're calling me mischievous?
[ It's clearly him. But she runs her hands carefully down his chest again, feeling the strength beneath her palms and the way his heart races. She touches her fingertips finally to the sash she thinks fastens it. Indecision... ]
I'm surprised you still wear all of these when it's so warm here...
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Is Waltaquin still in the cabana?
[ If so, then they’ll be here.
He reaches down, a hand hovering over Psyche’s in case she needs help. ]
You know, it’s cooler to wear more layers in the heat. [ But getting used to it is a big enough hurdle on its own. He tilts his head, his tone conveying only concern for her as he asks: ] Are you unsure?
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[ He makes a fair point. Even if Psyche can well imagine Waltaquin giving her the stare of catlike indifference and saying something like "pay me no mind"...
She gives a soft laugh, brushing her hand against his palm before she starts carefully trying to work her fingers into the fabric. She might need a little help, but also she just likes his hands. ]
I should be asking you. Aren't you the one who's going to be embarrassed if someone comes by?
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[ He really, really won't. That's just how he is. There are multiple layers on him, so all she'll initially do is slightly push off that topmost, thickest layer. ]
Besides, you're doing this with me. I think embarrassment would also extend to you as well.
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Maybe... But you're big enough to hide behind.
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Scoot over.
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Here?
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There. We need some layer between us and the floor, don't we?
[ After all, he's well aware of where this might be going, so might as well get ahead of the game here. ]
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I didn't think to bring a blanket. That might have really made Waltaquin wonder.
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[ He laughs, wasting no time at all in closing the distance between them again, straddling her hips as he allows some of his weight to press down on her. ]
The plan really was to eat cake.
[ Believe it or not, he does actually have innocent intentions most of the time. ]
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[ And then he started saying sweet things and making it impossible to ignore everything she's been trying to ignore for at least a week.
She pulls him down into another kiss, relaxing into the secure feeling of his weight settling over her as she starts searching for the next layer of robe. ]
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There’s only one more robe, a light white one that’s thin enough that Psyche can see his physique underneath it. He’s a lot more muscular than those layers of robes show, but he isn’t exactly bulky either. He’s simply solid. ]
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wwx trying to die derailing him getting some feels very appropriate
HELP it's extremely appropriate
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RESPONSIBLE......
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