| pairing: xiao x fem!reader |
| prompt(s): first kiss |
silent nights are when he feels the most at ease, the most relaxed, the most…at peace
the feeling only increases tenfold as your soft, steady breathing flutters from next to him, your body going rigid before relaxing
it’s a typical evening for the two of you. you, an inch away from dreamland, and him laying next to you, utterly unsure of what to do or say, yet content with the comforting silence that enveloped the two of you
he can’t sleep, or…-doesn’t need to? You don’t really know the requirements for an adeptus’ nightly routines, but you know that tonight it seems his mind has decided to be louder than usual
you can practically hear his thoughts, troubled and peculiar, although it seems that none of it has to do with karmic bonds or the endless torment of screams he finds himself deafened by.
no, it seems that it’s simply a busy night for him, and you find that you can’t sleep anymore.
He hums in response, looking away from the window through which a sliver of light shines.
You sit up, back hitting the wall before turning to face him. You note that he looks particularly beautiful under the moonlight; the hard lines and curves of his face are only illuminated by the wonderfully soft light of night.
His ears perk up at the sound of your soft sigh, eyeing you up and down for any signs of discomfort. There’s a gentleness in his gaze, and suddenly you crave his attention.
You pull the blankets away from your body, instead in need of a different kind of warmth.
You shake your head, offering a soft smile before leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder comfortably, chest pressed against his back.
Had it not been for the many months spent between the two of you, you wouldn’t have dared attempted to be so physically comfortable with him. Any attempt would have been meant with a harsh glare and a simple: “What are you doing?”
The idea of hearing his cold voice directed at you made you shiver, and you were glad that you had reached a certain point of trust with him. Especially since he felt so nice against you.
You can feel the muscles of his back, the expanding of his chest with every slow breath he took.
He tenses softly under your touch, but relaxes after a moment, slumping beneath your body as he brings his attention away from the moon outside.
It would always be like that, no matter how many times it happened he would always be a bit hesitant to accept your touch. There were too many things he risked in letting you get too close, but you’ve managed to prove that they were things he didn’t need to worry about.
You were strong, and he knew that. You were capable, and he could never doubt that. His anxieties could stay as tiny little words in the back of his mind, small things he would consider for a moment and then throw away.
His fingers brush your hand softly, fingertips just feathering over the surface of your skin before he speaks.
You shake your head again, pressing your lips to his shoulder.
That’s a lie and he knows it, because he can sense the fatigue in your body, can practically feel the need to sleep. You’ve been particularly exhausted lately, perhaps from the stress of everyday life, and he knows you need the rest.
Your eyes reach up to his face, taking note of every single dip and rise of his cheekbones, the slope of his nose, and the sharp line of his jaw. His golden eyes sparkle with flecks of amber and copper, swirling with emotions that you couldn’t quite place.
God, he was so beautiful, so unlike anyone you had ever met.
Without your permission, your eyes trail down to his lip, the slight rosy hue that painted them, the plumpness that you wondered would feel soft against your own. You hadn’t attempted that yet. Maybe…
He grabs your hand gently between his own.
“Go to sleep, it’s late.”
You groan, pressing yourself tighter against his back, “Don’t wanna.”
“Don’t be stubborn. You’re going to be tired in the morning,” He glares softly, maneuvering his body to face you properly.
You grumble in response, wrapping your arms around his lean waist as if to hold him in place. He was warm, and you would hate to lose him against you.
It’s unordinary for him to tolerate your embrace for so long, and you can only hope to savor the feeling.
“Mmm…don’t care. I can sleep later.”
He rolls his eyes, and before you can guess his next move your head meets your pillow, and your body is pushed onto your back. A gasp escaped your lips and you glare at his stoic face.
“Hey!” You whined, “That’s not fair!”
You don’t even notice that he’s managed to wedge himself between your legs, his face looming over yours as you struggle against his grip, lips set into a pout.
“Sleep,” He orders, although his tone is soft. You catch yourself eyeing his lips again, before quickly diverting your eyes back to his own.
“No. Not tired. Plus I don’t wanna.” Your body betrays you after those words leave your mouth, as a yawn follows quickly after.
Humans, always so stubborn…
He eyes your determined face, catching the flicker in your gaze when an idea fills his head.
“You have things to do tomorrow, you can’t afford to be sleep deprived.”
“I already told you i’m not tired,” you huff, turning your head away, “Not tired at all.”
He sighs before leaning down closer. You could lie to anyone, but you couldn’t fool him. Especially not when your practically yawning every two seconds.
His hand cups your cheek, the warmth spreading across his palms, and he mutters softly.
And then his lips are on yours.
You gasp, mind suddenly going blank at the feeling of him on you. Was this…was this really happening? He pulls away before you can reciprocate, before you can properly react, and you can sense the smugness in his face.
“You’re not very subtle,” he jests.
Your face falls warm, suddenly flushed with embarrassment as you recall the cheeky glances you had taken of his lips. Nothing could get past Xiao, you suppose.
He could almost laugh at the starstruck, embarrassed look on your face—wide eyes, and all—before moving back to his side of the bed, ignoring your frustrated whine.
He only shakes his head in response, grabbing another pillow from the bed before plopping it back down onto your face.
You’re stubborn resolute melts away underneath the pillow, suddenly feeling warm…and fuzzy.
“You’re a bully…” You whisper, smiling softly at the yaksha, and snuggle deeper into the pillows and blankets, “G’night….”
He watches you as you settle into the bed, amused by the disappearance of your stubborn facade, and then turns his attention back to the open window, a gentle breeze flowing into the room.
A tingly feeling covers his lips and suddenly his thoughts are on an entirely new—entirely foreign—topic.
There’s only one thing on his mind after you’ve fallen asleep, your soft steady breathing lulling him back into relaxation.
You taste like a sweet dream.
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