The practice was going well, yet, something felt different.
The sounds of their steps echoed with the music that bounced off the walls. Each step was carefully planned, skirt lifting with each turn. Each pull towards him or push away felt weightless. Nothing but the music playing was all they needed to communicate and give cues. She didn’t worry if she was going to fall, or if she was going to trip over herself during complicated steps. Coming back from a spin, her hands rest lower than where she’s supposed to place them.
Yet, Lumine couldn’t help but think: Was Dainsleif always this attentive? Did he always look so... warm? No, that’s not the right word to express the emotion on his face. She’s lost, letting him take full control of what she’s doing. Not realizing she’s reciprocating what she’s seeing.
Lumine had always been a light sleeper, especially since monsters were still a thing and she often slept outside; not so much anymore since she had been gifted that teapot, but she still hadn’t finished decorating it and still preferred the open world of Teyvat.
Feeling the other cover her up, she had shifted and eventually rolled over, blinking awake. “Dain?” She asked, voice a bit raspy from the nap before stretching, careful not to wake Paimon. “What are you doing here?”
He first thought it was just as well this distant foreigner only happened to visit the tavern when Diluc himself wasn’t working - but then came the suspicion that it might very well be on purpose, what with the strange rumors that his presence in Mondstadt inspired and the sheer lack of intelligence his network could provide about him, almost as if his records had been deliberately redacted from history. Catching a glimpse of him from a distance only furthered the businessman’s vigilance, when something about the stranger felt so eerily familiar and threatening at the same time. When he reached for something to keep his hands busy with as the thought bounced around in his head, it’s a four-pointed star he whittled, reminiscent of a shape associated with broken trust. It’s utterly black and burnt that it would somehow end up placed at the stranger’s table when he next visited. A greeting, or a warning ? That was for Dainsleif to decide.
“Dainsleif, will you attend the wedding with me?” Scaramouche has been good, and it’s rude to turn down his invitation. Plus, she’s visited Hu Tao a few times, and has come to like her. “I have the wedding gifts already picked out for us.”
There’s talk among the knights. A man, blond and tall, dressed in unusual clothing having made his way to Mondstadt. He had an eyepatch as well, and dark clothes that seemed familiar to Kaeya’s. Actually, a few people already came up to him and asked if he was expecting someone. The first time, he denied it, brushing it off. It wasn’t uncommon for the others to question anyone who looked strangely would be ‘connected’ to the captain. However, after another few times, and more denials, he finally decides to go visit this man.
I wonder...
Walking into Angel’s Share later that day, eye scanning the room for this ‘stranger’. It doesn’t take long, for Dainsleif truly stands out among the crowd. Even in the corner where he sits, other bottles in front of him.
Some habits don’t die, hmm?
He approaches, not hiding the click of his boots or the sound of his Vision tapping against his hip. There’s no manners from him as he moves around the table, taking a seat in front of his mentor.
“Care for some company?” He finally says as he finishes sitting down. Elbow props itself up on the table, cheek resting against his palm. “You should of told me you were coming to visit. You’re a little early for the Ludi Harpastum, and there’s no festivities going on at this moment.”
▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart, it's one of those rare times where Dainsleif is a little less composed than he'd like to be. Hopefully Lumine won't mind too much?
“I want to make you feel good.” Dainsleif's voice was breathy when he murmurs against her ear, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. The pace is languid, but it gradually begins to pick up the more worked up that he himself becomes. "So .... Just relax, Lumine."
Acts of Affection & Smut Starters & Symbols - Not Accepting Either prompts! - @imaginaryboughkeeper
It wasn’t the first time they’ve had sex, and neither would it be the last, but the forwardness took her off guard. She wasn’t used to it, but that’s not to say she didn’t like it, either. Fingers curled and pressed into his skin, nuzzling his back with the pressure of her nails. Face buried against his neck as it began to burn with warmth. She did everything she could not to be so tense, to be so tight as he slipped in his fingers between her folds. Her back arched as she felt them be inserted, chest pressing against his own. The soft flutters of content sighs raise and fall with her breathing.
“I’m OK, Dain.”
It didn’t hurt - she swallowed hard as he began to move. The pace easing her to relax. Hips gently moved in time with his rhythm with her grip becoming tighter on his skin as he speeds up. It’s been quite a while since he’s not as composed as he normally is. Was there a specific reason to it? The question never leaves her mind. Not like the soft pants and moans did, and increasing in volume. Inner walls that were once taught around his fingers loosened, his fingers becoming slicker as fluids began to coat the digits. It was easier to move, though she hadn’t fully relaxed as he did pick up the page.
“Mmm...” Her eyes closed, the warmth spreading through her body, weighing heavily on her stomach.
