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“Have you seen him around here before?” Yelan asked Yanfei, poking her in the shoulder to get her friend’s attention, her eyes on the green-haired man standing on the other side of the club, who was observing the people around him.
Yanfei looked up, trailing Yelan’s gaze, “Oh, yeah! He’s been around for a while here, yeah. Umm, his name is Xiao — if you didn’t know — he’s part of the adepti.”
Yelan nodded and dropped her hand from Yanfei’s shoulder, letting her friend return to studying whatever new material she was reading. As absurd as it is, Yanfei studies everywhere. The grocery store, in a noisy club, walking down the street; anywhere she can sit and get her hands on a book, she will do exactly that. Yelan’s eyes lingered on Xiao a little bit longer before looking down at her nails, fidgeting. A nervous habit.
“You’ve seriously not heard of him before?” Yanfei asked after a bit of silence, looking up at Yelan again and grabbing her hand when she noticed the taller woman beginning to pick at her nails.
Yelan sighed when her hand was being pulled away, “Yeah, no, I’ve heard of him before. I’m no stranger to the Adepti, yknow. I just had to confirm my suspicions that it was him.”
“Hm.. I see. Huh,” Yanfei held her friend’s hand, stopping the action, “Also, you gotta stop picking at your nails — you’ll end up making your fingers bleed one day.”
Yelan shrugged, “Used to it.” She narrowed her eyes, staring directly into Yanfei’s teal eyes.
“Doesn’t mean it’s a good thing to do,”
“…I know.”
The girls had been friends since Yelan became a ‘government official’ of sorts. That was more than a decade ago. Both were affiliated with the Tianquan of the Qixing, Ningguang, who held the highest position. Yanfei would help to discover loopholes in the system of laws that Ningguang couldn’t, and Yelan going on dangerous hunts to gather intelligence for the Tianquan.
Yelan rarely went out on outings due to being so busy with other affairs, yet tonight, Yanfei dragged her out so they could ‘catch up.’ So far, they’ve just sat in each other’s presence, silent.
Yanfei’s jaw dropped as she stared at Yelan again, a knowing look crossing her face as she seemed to think back on their earlier conversation, “Don’t tell me…”
Yelan flushed slightly red, feeling a little embarrassed under her friend’s gaze, “What? What is it?”
Yanfei giggled, “Do you have a crush on him…” She looked over at Xiao again, noticing that his attention was in this direction. She quickly brought her gaze back to stare at Yelan, who was practically eye fucking this man from across the room, “God, you’re actually insane, Yelan.”
“Maybe so.” She mindlessly muttered back, still fixated on this insanely attractive man. Every bone in her body was screeching at her to get up and make a move on him, to talk to him — however, she was glued to her seat.
Yanfei lightly poked her friend, “Shoo. Shoo, go get him, I know you want to.” She shoved her off the chair, watching her stumble a bit and finally break eye contact with Xiao, looking back at Yanfei with an embarrassed look on her face.
Through the embarrassment, however, Yelan strutted over to Xiao, pushing through crowds of sweaty people while maintaining eye contact with him. She found herself standing in front of him and she smiled, “Haven’t seen you around before. Xiao, is it?”
“Yes, that’s my name. I don’t usually come out.” He replied, his tone cold and unbothered. His gaze could pierce her skin and make her bleed with how intense it was.
“…Yeah,” She cleared her throat, slightly averting her gaze, “I’m Yelan, if you wanted to know.”
“…Mhm.”
“Ah, what do you say if you come back to mine tonight? Even if for a little?”
His eyes slightly widened and his amber eyes were full of shock, and he was good at concealing it; however, she still caught it. He stammered a bit, “I… don’t know,” His eyes closed, seeming to weigh the pros and cons, and he opened them again, staring directly at her, “…Yeah, sure. I’ll take up your offer.”
Yelan smiled, her eyes twinkling, “Great! I’ll be… right back.” She ran off, and from a distance, he observed her leaning down and talking to the coral-haired woman she was sitting with before. The woman patted her on the shoulder before returning to shove her head in the book she was reading, and Yelan began walking back to him.
Uncrossing his arms, he stood up straight, a hazy look already beginning to cross his face. She began walking for the exit and he followed her, scanning his eyes over her figure, a million alarms going off in his head, knowing exactly what’s going to happen if he follows through, however; he ignored them. He watched the way her body swayed with each step, how she looked back at him with a lustful glimmer in her emerald eyes, and he felt himself fall harder than ever before.
It was a haze, really. She took his hand and lead him down the street, to a small building, taking him inside and up the stairs. He hardly remembered anything, just the way she looked at him with such lust in her eyes it was hard to resist her right there.
They’d found themselves in her bed, holding onto each other, clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor while they kissed, only breaking away to regain oxygen. There were bite marks and bruises littered all over Xiao’s neck, pink lipstick smudged all over his lips, as well as a bite in his shoulder. An aggressive lover.
Yelan pulled away from the kiss, swollen lips and smudged lipstick all around her mouth. She smiled down at him, getting off his lap, pushing him to lay down, and his face flushed red as her hand snuck under the waistband of his boxers, teasing him while she pulled them down and off his legs. His body trembled and she giggled, her eyes twinkling in desire.
Pulling off the rest of her clothing, she practically leaped on top of him, kissing him again as their hands explored the others body, sharing another lustful moment between them.
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Finished and done, they went their separate ways, having quenched the thirst they both had desired for so long.
Though, all she could think about was his lips, his body, and how much she still wanted him as she laid in her bed at night, tossing and turning. There was a strong desire in her gut, one she wanted to crush and get over, but was impossibly hard to.
His murmurs in her ear were stuck in her mind, his pathetic moans for more, his red face as he trembled and cried, and it all made her want him again. She buried her face into her pillow, groaning, trying to get his face out of her mind, his sounds out of her brain — to no avail.
The next night, she practically bust down Yanfei’s door, face-planting onto the couch with a groan. The coral-haired woman knowingly laughed, walking over to the desperate girl on her couch. “Didn’t go too well, I assume?”
“Oh, no, it went great. Just can’t get his face out of my mind. I want him so bad,” She sighed, lifting her face up and staring up at Yanfei, who shared a knowing glance.
“Well, I can assure you he’s been having the same problems you have.”
Yelan sat up straight, looking at Yanfei quizzically. “What? What do you mean?”
“I’ve spotted him around the harbour a few times now, in the locations you’re usually at… He’s looking for you. Find him. Get him.”
And Yelan was on her way. After a decent amount of searching, she found him and practically ran up to him, standing in front of him with her arms crossed.
“We meet again.”
“…Yes.”
There’s nobody around, and so she takes the chance to lean down and trap him in a kiss, grabbing his face in her hands. He immediately kisses back, hooking his arms around her neck, pulling himself even closer. Her touch was addicting.
He pulls away, out of breath, his amber eyes twinkling in delight. His lips were swollen, covered in lipstick, again, and he looked so pathetic. But she loved it — and so did he.
“You drive me crazy. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” She confessed, staring down at him, awaiting his reaction. His face flushed red and he crossed his arms in an attempt to save face; to pretend he didn’t care.
Yelan kissed Xiao again, and the alarms that flooded her head before had gone silent, perhaps finally accepting that this is the way things will be. She pulled him closer, her hands on his waist, feeling his slender frame and teasing his lower back, a whimper exiting from his mouth. Her face flushed red at the noise, feeling a familiar pang of desire hit her gut once again.
He looked embarrassed when she pulled away, and once again, she took his hand and led him to her house, which was not too far away from where they had been. She tugged him up the stairs and into her room once more, the memories of the last night they spent together flooding back into her mind.
They spent the night together again. There was no more eye fucking, no more stolen glances, no more hopeless pining; they were together now. Shamelessly.
Bodies moved together, lipstick marks stained their face, bite marks littered skin, aches sat in their bones, and finally, the spark of desire that was always there had finally been quenched.
Nail marks dragged down Yelan’s back, like claws had attacked her. The sting only spurred her on further, begging him to do it over and over again, and only then did she realize how much she’d wanted him all this time. How she fantasized constantly for weeks about seeing his pathetic, whimpering face beneath her again, showing her how much he wanted it; how much he needed it. Their activities continued late into the night, only stopping when they were too tired to do anything else, their stamina having run out.
When the morning came, the couple was exhausted, passed out together. They’d sleep until they couldn’t ignore the sun blinding their eyes any longer; until the aches that trapped their bodies was unbearable.
The headache they got was worth it.