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“Childe.” Childe looks up from the files that he’s been inspecting on the bed to regard his lover, but what greets him instead is Lumine hiding behind the narwhal plushie that he had gifted her moons ago.
The corner of his lips curves up. “Girlie, what are you doing?”
The narwhal moves, as though acting on its own accord. “I’m Ms. Narwhal, not girlie.”
The smile on Childe’s face widens as he opts to place his files beside him. “Alright, Ms. Narwhal,” he rephrases, “What are you doing?”
“Catching your attention,” the ‘narwhal’ says, a hint of pout in its voice. “You’ve been reading those files for hours, and you need a break.”
“Oh? And why does it concern you?”
“Well, for starters, it’s almost midnight,” the ‘narwhal’ explains. “Also… Ms. Narwhal is starting to get lonely, so Mr. Fatooey needs to take responsibility for that.”
The girl behind the plushie turns her head away to hide her reddening cheeks; her plush, pink lips jutting out in an adorable pout, and suddenly, Childe supposes that ditching his work for a moment to please his lady is an utterly acceptable decision.
The ginger chuckles, heart full of affection. “Then, what does Ms. Narwhal need from me so that she can forgive me?”
“…Kisses.” Her reply comes with a timid mumble, this time lowering the plushie to gaze at him with expectant golden eyes. “Lots of them.”
Heart thumping, Childe proceeds to steal the plushie and carelessly throws it somewhere, receiving a protest from Lumine.
“Hey! My plushie!” She complains without actual heat. Both of them laugh as Childe pushes her down to the bed, and they’re still laughing when Childe tries to slot their lips together.
“Stop smiling. I can’t properly kiss you like this,” he murmurs, nibbling on her lower lip, but the grin on his face betrays his words.
Lumine giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair as she pulls him down for a proper kiss. Two kisses. Five, and so on. The room is then filled with their contented moans, small pants, and the rustling sounds of sheets against their moving bodies.
When Childe leaves several hot kisses down her throat and harshly sucks on her favorite spot, Lumine arches her back but accidentally knocks his documents off the bed. “Ah—sorry, I - “
“Don’t mind,” Childe whispers huskily, not before capturing her lips once more.
His response is rewarded with a satisfied smile from Lumine; butterflies swarming inside her gut as Childe continues to shower her with his love. It seems that Operation Narwhal: Catching The Eleventh Fatui Harbinger’s Attention, is a huge success!