summary ; waking up next to xiao <3
pairing ; xiao x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
warnings/tags ; lots of touching, no beta
notes ; this just.... came out of me... idk whats happening i was trying to write a request and then this happened
m.list | song ; la parfum de fleurs - ensemble FOVE
"what is it?" XIAO murmurs, stirring awake in the dim morning light as your fingers trace imaginary patterns into the thin fabric of his sleepshirt.
"nothing," your voice is a soft whisper, hands continuing to wander. your fingers ghost across his pecs, dipping down in swooping motions, following the lines of his muscles before winding back up to where you started. you hear him hum, sighing heavily in contentment while wrapping his arms tighter against your waist and drawing you in closer.
xiao's chest is strong and scarred, toned and strengthened through years upon years of battle. it was no wonder you had taken a liking to touching rather than just looking, whether it was a conscious choice or otherwise.
although sometimes xiao would comment on your actions, often calling your attention to his toned abs foolish, though this was most likely due to the fact he was embarrassed to admit that he enjoyed it. really enjoyed it.
you sat up, pressing your hands flat against his pecs and gently smoothing your hands up towards his shoulders as you leaned down against him, laying your head on his chest. his heartbeat thumped gently in your ears, and you smiled as you felt it quicken just slightly at the feeling of your fingers trailing up his neck to twirl any accessible green strands of hair.
after a few moments you sat up again, bringing both hands back in front of you, pressed flat against xiao's chest. as you looked down at your boyfriend, still laying flat on his back in the bed, eyes closed and face relaxed, you felt a rush of bliss so strong you couldn't help but smile. these were the moments you cherished the most, these soft mornings where xiao was required to be nothing more than himself. no battles, no bloodshed, no people, and no problems. just you and him, and the quiet of the waking world.
you settled back down in the covers, nestling yourself under his arm, sighing as he pulled you closer. your hands found his chest once again, fingers dragging swirling patterns until you drifted back off to sleep.
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