( she's had her share of gentle kisses — like a-yuan's knees when he fell over in dirt patches, or prescribed kisses on her brother's eyes when he still remembered how to cry. she's never had it like this. a warm mouth beside her own, quivering not in fear but from a core of passion that radiates through his whole body, like he has to physically stop himself from exploding on the spot. wen qing isn't a careless person, but she can't help but wonder just what it'd be like, to see that restraint dissolved.
her hands are soft on either side of his face, knees aching as she presses herself into him, not a rough kiss but a present one, not flower petals in the wind, or drifted leafs down on a water surface. it's just there, like a slap of wind or a whip of fire, demanding to be seen and heard and understood. a kiss can join houses, can change the courses of their future, can save them all.
and a supernova knows so little of all the shades of love wen qing has. )
... I accept the gift of yourself.
( she says after the kiss breaks, forehead pressed against his. wen qing, who is impossible to fluster ... blushes, as she ducks her head, before turning a smile up towards him. standing, she offers him her hand, helping him get up. )
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her hands are soft on either side of his face, knees aching as she presses herself into him, not a rough kiss but a present one, not flower petals in the wind, or drifted leafs down on a water surface. it's just there, like a slap of wind or a whip of fire, demanding to be seen and heard and understood. a kiss can join houses, can change the courses of their future, can save them all.
and a supernova knows so little of all the shades of love wen qing has. )
... I accept the gift of yourself.
( she says after the kiss breaks, forehead pressed against his. wen qing, who is impossible to fluster ... blushes, as she ducks her head, before turning a smile up towards him. standing, she offers him her hand, helping him get up. )
I'll walk you home.