diabolizes | pcs with psyche

[ 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. ]

I think so.

[ 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. ]

You can take my robes off if you want.

[ 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 laughs again, giving her a light shrug. ]

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?

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?

I won't.

[ 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. ]

Maybe... But you're big enough to hide behind.

[ 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. ]

Scoot over.

[ She sits up to scoot obligingly where he gestures, giving him a curious smile. One layer down is already better for getting closer. ]

Here?

[ He sets his robe down on the floor, the inside facing up, before motioning her back onto it. ]

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. ]

[ Oh. That's... she follows that line of thought with a smile and slides back onto the robe, smoothing her fingers over the fabric of it. ]

I didn't think to bring a blanket. That might have really made Waltaquin wonder.

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. ]

It was. But that was too thoughtful of you...

[ 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. ]

[ Oh, this is much better already. Psyche isn't willing to break the kiss to sneak a look just yet, kissing back with an urgency that leaves her a little breathless. But she traces the shape of him by touch, running her palms down his chest to feel the solid muscle. She's far from immune to that... her breath hitches softly and she shifts against him, pressing herself against the comforting strength of him. ]

[ Being pressed up against her like this is heavenly, the curves of her body warm and soft underneath him, so much so that he can't help but let his free hand rest against her hip before slowly sliding up along her side. His eventual goal is obvious, but he doesn't reach for it immediately. As impatient as he is, he can show restraint from time to time.

Though there's not much restraint in the way he kisses her, his tongue pressing fervently up against hers. ]

[ It's all Psyche can do not to smile into the kiss again; he's being so gentlemanly, even though she curls one hand around the back of his neck to urge him on, meeting him in the kiss with equal urgency. She doesn't rush him yet. Her clothes, a simple shirt and lightweight pants from the shop, should present much less of a challenge for him than his robes did for her. ]

[ It'll definitely be easier to get her out of those, should she feel comfortable enough out in the semi-open like this. But for now, he lets his hand travel up to cup her breast. The shyness creeps back in, but he doesn't back away. Over her clothes is a good way to ease into this, after all.

He shifts, pressing up against her more fully as he adjusts his arm so he can kiss her without worrying about holding up so much of his own weight. ]

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