In public, he’ll keep his hand gently wrapped around your waist, and nothing in the world would make him let you go. Whenever you two pass by a crowd, his grasp become more steady, more decisive as he squeezes you closer to him so he wouldn’t lose you; whenever he feels you straying slightly farther away from him, he’ll pull you back against him. Doing this comes so naturally to him, and he does it so nonchalantly each time, as if it was obvious that his hand should be around you all the time.
His hugs tend to feel endless, soothing and relaxing, as if every part of him was longing for you and for you only. It’d be as if time froze still, the world remaining silent as you’d feel his warm arms wrapped around you, tracing circles on the small of your back, squeezing your body closer to his, engulfing you in his warmth. He’ll place his chin on your head and he’ll close his eyes, exhaling deeply, relaxing into your embrace as you’ll listen to his heartbeat. It feels as if his heart was about to explode, ceaseless, rapid and irregular beats drumming against your ear before they’d start to slow down, becoming reassuringly slower, steadier, relaxing to listen to as Zhongli melts into your hands. He was well aware of what was happening, and would simply whisper apologetically “Please excuse my heartbeats, y/n. I don’t know what has taken over me.”
After a while, you’ll feel his hand caressing your, from the top of your head down to the nape of your neck, repeating this motion again, again and again, in a seemingly endless stream of gentle, loving strokes. It feels soothing, calming, and, in response to his touches, you’d nuzzle your head deeper into his chest. Sometimes, he will sink his fingers into your hair, sending a wave of goosebumps down your body as he tries to untangle all the stray strands, before he’d continue his path, caressing your head in slow, rhythmical motions: up and down, then up and down, then up and down once again.
During those tender moments, he’ll often go on long speeches where he tells you how thankful he is to have you in his life, how he didn’t know that love could feel so good and how glad he is to be able to learn from you. He’ll tell you that he sometimes doesn’t know if his actions hurt you, and will ask you to tell him straight away if he did something wrong.
Whenever he is in this vulnerable phase, he loves it when you pull away from his embrace, only for you eyes to frantically search for his as you gently grab his head into your hands, running your fingers across his warm skin, telling him that you love him and that he couldn’t ever hurt you. He’ll place his hands over yours, squeezing them as he’ll mutter a “Thank you”, his lips curled into a gentle smile, his face serene and peaceful.
In public, he won’t hold back on anything, mainly because he doesn’t care about the other people: all of his attention is only on you. He’s a cuddle machine, and he’ll hug you with every opportunity that he gets, nothing is off the table. He’ll surprise you with back hugs whenever your attention is on something else, wrapping his hands around your upper body, locking you into a tight embrace as he places a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Hey, y/n, I’m right here, I hope you didn’t forget about me” – he’ll playfully scold you.
He loves it when you cling to his body, resting your head on his chest. That’s his sign to wrap his arms around you, teasing you for not being able to have enough of him. He’ll place a soft kiss on the top of your head, resting his cheek on your hair with a serene smile on his face as his hands run up and down your back.
The night before leaving on a mission, he’ll often have you sitting on his lap. He will rest his chin on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you closer to him. That’s when his hugs start to feel needy, long and clingy, as if he wants to bind this moment to his mind, to carry it forever with him. The closer he holds you, the closer he feels to you, and, sometimes, he’ll keep you so tightly into his arms that you will end up running your hand through his hair, pulling his head closer to your ear as you ask him to loosen his grip a little bit.
He knows he’ll miss you when he’ll be away, but will you miss him too? Oh, how much he wants to hear you saying it, to cast away any worry that he may have, to reassure him that everything will be exactly the same when he comes back. He’ll bury his head into your shoulder, relieved that you can’t see his face as he’ll whisper in a brittle voice “Can I ask you to miss me, y/n?”. His voice stings, and you can feel him holding his breath, awaiting your answer. As soon as you reply, reassuring him that you’ll miss him voraciously, you’ll feel his warm breath against your skin as he’d exhale in relief, squeezing you closer to him. He’ll lift his head and he’ll chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed at how bold he was, trying to poke fun at the situation “You didn’t have to reply so fast, y/n”. However, those feelings are fleeting and won’t linger for more than one second, his expression changing in a split second, his eyes hungrily tracing your jaw, his heart fluttering relentlessly. He’d grab your chin, tilting your head towards him as he’d start trailing your jaw in kisses, slowly going for your mouth. He’ll run his cold thumb over your bottom lip as he’d whisper huskily “You have no idea how much I love you”, before he’d lock his lips to yours.
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