(fic) shl | wenzhou

[kiyala]

lesbian wenzhou wip

Kexing doesn't think she's ever fully understood the appeal of a lazy Sunday morning until she wakes up with Zishu tucked in her arms, making soft and sleepy grumbles as she nuzzles against Kexing's shoulder. 

 

"Are you awake?" Kexing whispers. 

 

Zishu presses her face more determinedly into Kexing's bare skin. "No."

 

With a smile, Kexing strokes her fingers through Zishu's hair and pulls back so they can look at each other. Zishu blinks slowly at her, like a cat. 

 

"What?" Zishu asks, when another moment passes full of silence as Kexing just looks at her. 

 

"Do you know that feeling, of waking up from a pleasant dream? When the details of what exactly happened slip through your fingers like sand and all that's left is contentment? That's what being with you is like."

 

"Lao Wen," Zishu says, her voice dropping low as she slings a leg over Kexing's hip. "After how much you bullied me last night, you'd better not forget the details."

 

Grinning, Kexing rolls onto her back and pulls Zishu on top of her. She still remembers Zishu's hiccuping breath last night as she begged — for more, and then for Kexing to stop pulling orgasms out of her — and she licks her lips. "My A-Xu, how could I possibly?"

"Lao Wen," Zishu says, still spread out in her bed in the same position Kexing left her in. Her voice is trembling. Her thighs are still trembling. "How is it that you know how to use that better than any man I've ever known, and you're not even attached to it?"

 

Kexing smiles slowly, reaching forward and dragging her fingers through Zishu's slick folds. Her breath catches and she whines softly, not quite able to hold it back. She repeats the sound, softer, as she watches Kexing lick her fingers clean.

 

"I just want to ruin you for the real thing, A-Xu."

 

"You have," Zishu tells her softly. She stretches her leg out, slinging it over Kexing's lap. "You must already know, Lao Wen. I'm utterly ruined for anyone else."