teasing xiao drabble, established relationship, fluffy??
honestly, if he didn't want you to love him like this maybe xiao should pick some different clothing. like, say, something that isn't skin tight with a back window. you're hard pressed to keep your hands off of him on the best of days and right now? with him borderline dozing off in your arms? touching him is nigh irresistible.
carefully, you wrap your arms around him and try to shift his weight just a little bit closer. as he is right now, his body is draped across yours like that of a particularly large cat, his chin is resting comfortably in the crook of your shoulder and his torso is pressed to yours, stomach to stomach.
this is the most unguarded you've seen your lover in... a while, and you don't really want to disturb his rest because you know how much he needs it(and you're in love with the way he feels safe enough to do this around you anyways), so... you'll try not to bother him too terribly much. your hand comes up and drags a feather-light finger from the top of his shoulder blade to the bottom, absentmindedly feeling out the lines and curves of xiao's skin. you draw swirls down his spine and trace the scars that you can see- and the ones that you can't, that you remember from when he bared himself to you in a show of trust that did and still does make you feel soft and melty on the inside.
it isn't until you trace up to his neck and momentarily drag the pads of your fingers over his nape and into his hair that he shifts in your lap, and you pause.
"did i wake you, dear?" you whisper softly against his ear. your hand removes itself from your lovers hair and after a moment he shakes his head 'no', face still buried in your neck, mind you. the feeling of his short hair tickling your neck and face drives a muffled giggle out of you and the feeling isn't helped when xiao pulls his head back just to press a kiss right to your jaw. an undignified laugh escapes from you and you pull him back against you to retaliate with your own kisses when his hands squeeze against your sides and you notice a muted shudder travel up and down his body.
"xiao?" you say as you let up on the teasing for a moment, "love, are you alright?" worry strikes you that something might be amiss, and you go to sit up. giving him more troubles is the last thing you wanted to do on this lazy afternoon, and you mentally chide yourself for not reigning in your wandering hands earlier when-
"you... you can keep going. if you want." xiao nuzzles his nose deeper into your neck and sucks in a deep inhale as if the next words he says weigh the weight of a mountain. "i don't mind when you touch me. it's grounding. it reminds me that... you're still here. and that.." he takes in another heavy breath, "i'm safe with you. so you can keep going."
his last statement, spoken like a true declaration, sets your heart on fire. ah, you really are so, so, in love with him. determined to warm your lovers heart as he warms yours, you pull him closer yet again.
