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You’re focused on the bag that’s in front of you, picking up items and studying them close for a second before writing it down on paper. Doing inventory is a fairly boring activity, but you need to do it from time to time to keep track of your findings as an adventurer.
You’re so focused in your task that you almost missed the soft pressing of lips against your cheek, fluttering like summer breeze.
You immediately turn your head around.
Ganyu’s sitting next to you, her face very close to you, her cheeks adorably colored a faint shade of pink when your eyes find hers.
She stammers, the bridge of her nose blooming with pretty pink colors.
“I— I apologize. You seemed so focused, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to distract you.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m mostly done.” You set your pencil on the table and find Ganyu’s lilac eyes again. “And you can distract me anytime, it’s always a pleasure receiving kisses from you.”
You smile as you watch Ganyu’s blush deepen. She averts her eyes from yours, focusing her attention on the piece of paper in front of her, fidgeting with the pencil between her fingers as she thinks of something to say in return that isn’t too embarrassing to say out loud.
You’ve been dating for a few weeks, and she still gets bashful quite easily, a trait you find deeply endearing.
“What are you writing there?”
Your attention flies down to whatever Ganyu was scribbling before, and you make out some of the things that she wrote down in her familiar pretty and careful penmanship.
You read them out loud. ‘Have a picnic’, ‘Stargaze at Jueyun Karst’, ‘Cook a homemade dinner’, 'Hold hands at a festival', 'Watch fireworks together'.
Ganyu quickly snatches the sheet of paper from the table and presses it to her chest, cheeks furiously flushed.
You open your eyes slightly wider, amused by her sudden bashfulness.
“Ganyu, are you by any chance planning a date with someone else?” You place a hand in front of your slightly opened mouth, faking betrayal.
Ganyu’s eyes widen, and you can clearly see the emotions that flash on her eyes in a split second, from surprise that you even came up with such a misconception to worry that you actually believe that she would ever want to spend intimate time with anyone else but you.
She’s quick to shake her head vigorously, locks of soft blue hair falling over her shoulders.
“Not at all!” She says, cheeks slightly pink from the thought alone. “Please, don’t think that. I wouldn’t want to do any of these activities with someone that isn’t— It wouldn’t be as enjoyable if I was with—“ No, Ganyu thinks, that sounds too selfish. She’s trying to reassure you, this isn’t about her. She tries again. “I… I don’t want anyone else. I just— I just want… You.” She whispers, her cheeks blossoming with the prettiest shade of red. Maintaining eye contact with you proves to be too much, and she averts her eyes down to her lap. “If… If you’ll have me.”
Several weeks after having confessed your feelings for her, Ganyu still has doubts now and then that you do want to be with her. She’s busy more often than not, and you definitely do not have all the time in the world to spend together as you both would like; but you find your reasons to stay by her side whenever you manage to find time for the two of you, and you’re able to simply spend time in her company with no one else around.
The first days were filled with bashful awkwardness, the first weeks were tentative and eager, and now you’re both slowly getting used to how it feels to be loved by the other.
For you, Ganyu’s love is like a gentle rain in the heat of the summer. She’s calm in her actions, always asking first before she makes any decision, before she places her hands on yours, before she pecks your cheek, always with a faint ghost of pink over her cheeks. She’s not one prone to sudden bursts of energy or adventure, and you appreciate her stability and unconditional love.
For Ganyu, your love is like the safety of home, of returning to a place you can rest and unwind without being judged. She’s always felt out of place, being half-qilin and half-human makes her part of both worlds but belonging to neither. But in you, she’s found a place where she is accepted and cherished for who she is. Ganyu loves your warmth, it’s something she wasn’t used to receiving before.
She’s usually very bashful of giving and receiving physical affection, and she’s too self-conscious to ask directly for your attention, but you’ve learnt to read her silent signs; her hand resting close to yours but not close enough to be touching, her head placed softly on your shoulder, her soft pecks on your cheeks when she wants your attention or something more.
You’re both learning to act on your feelings around the other, and you always feel pleasantly surprised when you read Ganyu’s signs right and you comply with her silent wishes, not only when she secretly wants your affection, but also when she needs reassurance.
You’re as new as she is when it comes to being in such a tender and exciting relationship, but Ganyu has roamed this world for centuries, and the lines that draw human interaction can get blurry in the eyes of an adeptus, so she needs some guidance from you now and then that she’s doing things right. She treasures you so much that the thought of disappointing you in any way, of having you leave her, clench her heart in the scariest way possible.
Ganyu’s eyes widen when she feels your hand finding its way into hers. She doesn’t look up at you, but she separates her fingers so you can interlace your hands together. She briefly closes her eyes, the feeling of your much warmer hand pressed close against hers spreading warmth down her veins.
You press your lips against the soft skin of her cheek in a tender kiss.
“I don’t want anyone else either. I only want you.” You say, your words tickling her skin. “If you’ll have me.”
Ganyu’s eyes rise up to meet yours and she draws a gentle smile. She nods, a couple of strands of light blue hair falling over her face.
Her attention returns to the sheet of paper in her lap. She places it on the table in front of you so you can get a clear view of it.
“It’s actually a list of activities and places that I’d like for us to do this weekend, together.” She says, lilac eyes hopeful and excited.
“Of course you’re organizing your days off.” You chuckle. “I’d love to do all these fun activities with you. But you also have to save some time for a lazy and relaxing day, you’re way overdue for a proper rest!”
You let go of her hand and instead wrap your arms around her waist, holding her a little bit closer.
You must’ve accidentally poked her side because Ganyu giggles.
“That tickles!” She says, softly trying to push your arms away, but you hold onto her tighter.
“Nooo! You’ll never be free from me!” You fake a voice slightly deeper than yours. “I’m the affection monster! You’ll have to fight my kisses!”
You place your lips on Ganyu’s neck, and she squirms, but she keeps chuckling. You leave a trail of kisses as you make your way up-- kissing her earlobe, the line of her jaw, and leaving messy kisses all over her soft cheeks, her chin, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyelids.
“Do you surrender?” You pull away enough to look at her lilac eyes. Ganyu’s silly lopsided smile is still dancing on her lips.
She nods, so you let go of her, returning to your position next to her.
Then, you watch Ganyu slowly leaning over to you, placing her lips on the corner of your mouth. It’s a feathery soft kiss, barely the brush of her cooler skin on yours, but she doesn’t immediately pull away. She stays there, savoring the moment of being intimately close to you, and, to your surprise, she presses her lips almost imperceptibly harder against yours, her eyes closed and her hands nervously knit together on her lap.
When Ganyu pulls away, you see her eyes pinned on yours, a furious blush spreading under the soft skin of her cheeks.
You stare back at her for a second, your heart beating faster and telling you that this is one of the signs you have to read into.
So you reach up with your hand and cup Ganyu’s cheek, brushing the inside of your thumb against her skin, almost feeling the incessant rush of blood underneath, not daring to break eye contact with her.
She follows your movements, her eyes dropping down to your lips.
You know she’s staring. Ganyu knows she’s staring, and her heart is thumping so hard in her chest that she fears you might hear it, but she can’t look away, not when she sees you slowly leaning towards her.
Ganyu parts her lips in anticipation, her breathing coming out shortened and quickening by the second as you close the distance between the two of you.
She swallows when she feels your other palm cupping her other cheek, her face now tenderly held in your grasp, her eyes focused on your lips, and she’d swear she’s trembling in your hands.
When your lips finally find hers, Ganyu quickly closes her eyes, losing herself to her senses, to your lips deliciously pressed where she wanted them the most, a furious blush spreading over her cheeks and down her neck.
She gasps when you move your head, caressing the sensitive skin of her lips with yours. Ganyu presses closer to you, silently asking you for more, eagerly waiting for your mouth to be all over her, fulfilling a need that she’d never been able to put into words.
You trace the shape of her bottom lip with your tongue. Ganyu whimpers at how painfully slow your tongue is brushing her skin and how sensitive it feels, how sweet you taste, how she needs everything of you, and she needs it now.
Ganyu finds herself caught up in the moment-- your touch all over her, your mouth pressed against her, your tongue caressing her bottom lip, darting inside when she loses what was left of her defenses and parts her lips to let you in. She’s surrendering herself to you, to the way you make her squirm when you brush your tongue against hers in a painfully slow dance that lasts several minutes that extend into infinity in your arms.
She’d swear her heart stopped beating when you first pressed your lips against hers, and it hasn’t come back yet. She finds pure bliss in the way you deepen the kiss and how her body responds to your touches without her consent and presses her mouth impossibly closer to yours; and the way her lungs burn because she’s utterly forgotten how to breathe when she’s around you.
Then, you pull away and Ganyu chokes on a gasp, her breathing troubled and closer to panting. She swallows, she can still taste you in her mouth, her head still spinning over the feeling of having you so intimately close to her. Ganyu’s eyes travel up to find yours, equally swirled with blissfulness.
You draw a tired smile and your hand palms Ganyu’s side of her face again. She leans to you, pressing her forehead softly against yours, feeling her heart still hammering inside her ribcage.
“We’re going to have so much fun this weekend.” You say. For a moment, Ganyu asks herself if you’re referring to fun like this and probably more this weekend and her cheeks flush with blossoming red colors just at the thought of it.
She can’t say she isn’t excited about it.