It's been a hot minute since you've written for Ningguang. Is there anything left in the tank? Maaaybe.. something fluffy and sweet for your good old pal whose anxiety isn't fecking off despite it being a full day after Stressful Situations happened? uwu luv u stay hydrated
making ningguang guess the chapstick flavour you're wearing but she's just too good at it. until she isnt...
“Pineapple,” hummed Ningguang, licking the remnants of your kiss from her lips. They bloomed pinker than usual, slick with the pass of her tongue. “A very… artificial pineapple, that is.”
Ningguang’s eyes held perfectly draped shut—the same way you’d ordered her to when you had first sprung this little challenge upon her. She acquiesced with no fight at all, eyelashes framing the beds of her cheeks in a quiet confidence you were determined to watch crumble.
But of course, gaining the upper hand on Ningguang was no easy task.
She sat there, laying as regally as one could against the backrest of the couch while you ran through chapstick after chapstick, trying to trip her up on at least one flavour—you’d even reused a few for good measure! But she was too good to beat.
Likely, Ningguang had already predicted this exact scenario when she’d bought you the bag of flavoured chapstick earlier, swiping her card with a fond sigh while your face split itself in two in a cheesy grin.
Now it lay to your right, hidden beneath a blanket for good measure in case she cracked her eye open for a peak. She never would, but you (very cutely, in her opinion) didn’t run the risk of allowing her the chance.
Your squawk had Ningguang just barely supressing the smirk beginning to stretch across her lips. Keyword: barely, as it appeared regardless. She desperately wished to see the disbelief colouring your face as your thighs tightened around where you’d settled in her lap.
“You’re cheating. I swear you saw the package or something.”
The bag—already grey and opaque, by the way—gave a muffled crinkle beneath the blanket you tucked it further under. But, judging by the smooth little circles her thumbs rubbed into your sides beneath your shirt, Ningguang was barely disconcerted by your efforts.
Then, she laughed. Laughed. A deep chuckle seated in the heart of her chest that all but slapped you directly in the face.
“Oh, really, Love? Now, you know I’d never,” she teased. Her hands dragged upwards before squeezing your waist. “Don’t be such a sore loser. Come on, just give it one more go.”
Despite how evidently Ningguang was taking enjoyment in the situation, you were already slathering on a new layer of chapstick by the time she’d finished her sentence. She’d only laughed again, her efforts of goading you crowned with success by the sound of you snapping the container shut as hard as you could manage.
“Careful now,” she ribbed with a tilt of her head.
Your mouth bloomed with cherry, a flavour so obvious that you nearly wiped it off and rifled through the bag for another. But your ever-perceptive girlfriend would undoubtedly catch the noise and supply you with another laugh at your expense, something you’d just have had enough of.
“Okay.” You gave your lips a pop of finality.
Ningguang only shifted to settle more comfortably against the cushions as you slowly leaned in.
The kiss lingered, but it was short in and of itself. Efficient, compared to how the challenge had first kicked off. But now, you needed this—needed to win. At least once.
Ugh. You had no desire to think about how accurate Ningguang was to call you a sore loser, so you simply didn’t. Clearly, you alone were bugged by the challenge.
Sweetened by the flavour, Ningguang had to hold herself short of keeping your mouth slotted against her own. Still, she was leaving one enjoyment for another as she licked up the flavouring, letting it settle on her tongue before she paused. A wrinkle formed between her brows.
“…Again,” she prompted, pulling her chin outwards toward you. “I think I missed it.”
“Really?” Your gaze flitted between Ningguang, puckering her lips slightly, and the chapstick. “This is the one you miss?”
Her tongue clicked at your reply, suddenly miffed at your prodding. You only twisted the lid open and gave your lips a second layer of cherry flavouring.
“Don’t do that, I only missed it,” she snipped. “Besides, I’ve guessed correctly the last couple hundred times, haven’t I?”
Ningguang’s hands dipped to your back, gently urging you forward. Her lips waited so temptingly. The longer you stared, the more they started to tighten into a pout.
This time it was your turn to laugh, posture righting itself straighter as you regarded her.
“Ning, there’s no way you can’t guess this,” you teased before kissing her briskly once again. “It’s cherry.”
In a flash, your eyes met her rosy ones, narrowed in frustration even as she licked her lips clean. They flattened into a purse right after.
“I could’ve guessed that—”
“But you didn’t,” you cut her off.
“—if you gave me the chance.”
“But you didn’t,” you sang, eyes creasing with glee.
Ningguang supplied you with a proper eyeroll as you threw your head back in a laugh, letting her wrench the chapstick free from your fist. Her eyes sped over the label, again and again, as if it’d change if she read it enough times.
“Ugh, fine. You win that one round. But I had the rest.”
She pressed the plastic end of the chapstick to your chest, punctuating her point with her signature sass as you grinned at her.
“One is more than enough,” you giggled as she reached beneath the blanket, hand finding the bag.
“Alright, alright. My turn then. Close your eyes—and no cheating.”
