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Lan Zhan loves the mornings.
She wakes first, always. In the winter, the curtains are drawn shut and the room is near pitch-black, and in the summer, the early sunrise sends the shadows of night skittering under the bed. It makes the room quiet, peaceful, a faded snapshot of a time long gone, and in the stillness of the early morning her even breaths are the loudest thing.
That, and her wife’s adorable snores, muffled in her hair. Wei Ying is warm and solid in Lan Zhan’s embrace, every little sigh she lets out in her sleep tickling across Lan Zhan’s skin. With the rising of the sun, the light threads through Wei Ying’s hair, shining white upon ebony.
Their legs are tangled with the light blankets and Lan Zhan doesn’t bother extracting herself from Wei Ying’s grip, knowing her wife would just whine in her sleep and hug Lan Zhan tighter. Instead, she satisfies herself with tracing nonsensical characters onto Wei Ying’s soft skin and threading her hands through Wei Ying’s hair. It still smells of Lan Zhan’s sandalwood shampoo, and so the second thing Lan Zhan feels this morning is a spike of possessiveness. She loves it when her wife smells of sandalwood, and when she smells of Wei Ying’s lotus and jasmine.
(The first thing, as always, is the steady outpouring of love and devotion for the woman in her arms. Lan Zhan’s heart beats in time to the rhythm of her unsaid I-love-you s. It is nothing short of miraculous, how real this is - having Wei Ying in her arms and the world shrinking down to the two of them. It is good and correct and it never fails to make Lan Zhan breathless with adoration.)
As the city outside starts to come to life, so does Wei Ying.
It’s with soft hums and Wei Ying snuggling deeper into Lan Zhan’s neck that Lan Zhan knows Wei Ying is awake. Her palms flatten on the dip of Wei Ying’s freckled back, pulling her wife (and gods, Lan Zhan’s heart will always stutter when she thinks of Wei Ying as her wife) closer.
“Ah, what time is it?” Wei Ying murmurs. Her hands stroke the ends of Lan Zhan’s hair.
“Around 7.”
Lan Zhan can feel Wei Ying pout. “So early… sleep more… Lan Zhan is warm…”
“Mn.”
Lan Zhan peppers delicate kisses on the crown of Wei Ying’s hair, the expanse of her forehead, on her fluttering eyelids and her soft cheeks. Wei Ying giggles when Lan Zhan’s breath ghosts across her lips and squirms when Lan Zhan nips the bottom of her earlobe.
Outside, a car honks and the early morning trains clack by, but all of that is lost in the kisses they share and how the sunlight makes the blankets almost translucent. There is nothing but Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, their love and their warmth and their silver rings glinting in the sunlight.
At some point, Lan Zhan’s hand finds its way onto Wei Ying’s cheek and they’re kissing, lazy brushes of lips over and over again. Wei Ying’s silver eyes catch Lan Zhan’s golden ones, and her lips meet Lan Zhan’s in a more deliberate fashion.
Wei Ying laughs when they part. “Good morning, darling.”
Lan Zhan dips her head to capture Wei Ying’s lips once more. “Good morning.” Her hands run up and down Wei Ying’s soft curves, rubbing on her back, fingers sneaking under the hem of her underwear.
“Lan Zhan! Don’t you have work?” Wei Ying says, when Lan Zhan’s lips move to the sweet skin of her neck.
“Mn. Later.”
"Ah, you’re impossible… Well, whatever. Be late, it’s not my fault my wife is insatiable.” Wei Ying tucks an errant strand of hair behind Lan Zhan’s ear and sighs into her kiss.
Oh, but it is partially her fault. Wei Ying knows exactly what she’s doing to Lan Zhan’s heart when she stretches her legs out, long and languid, and peers up at Lan Zhan through delicate eyelashes.
But they have all the time right now. The world is just them, tangled in the sheets and hands brushing warm skin, sharing soft kisses, Wei Ying making Lan Zhan fall in love with her all over again.
Because this is good, this is peaceful and brilliant and right , and Lan Zhan could care less about work when Wei Ying’s lips are on hers.
Good morning, darling, sweetheart, my wife. My love. I love you.