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“Get out.” Diluc’s voice sounded in the tavern, quieting its other patrons.
“Hey no need to be so hostile, I just wanted a drink” Childe shrugged at him.
Childe was on a diplomatic trip to Mondstadt, his only instruction was to just hang around the nation, it wasn’t his fault the best tavern in the nation happened to be run by the persona non grata of snezhnaya.
“Out.” Diluc pointed to the door.
Childe sat atop starsnatch cliff, admiring the view below, he’d informed his men he’d be here for a while and had them procure a bottle of firewater. Firewater was much better shared with comrades under the sky but tonight he didn’t feel like entertaining his subordinates.
The moonlight reflected off the bottle, he stared at the reflection, wondering what the people he cared for were doing. There was his family, probably sitting down to have a nice meal right about now.
Then there was her. She might be in Natlan right now, facing off another colleague of his, how jealous he was of them, to be able to spar with her right now would be his greatest wish. Not even that really. Just beholding her gaze would be good enough.
A light tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality, in shock he’d nearly taken a tumble off the cliff’s peak, who on earth had snuck up on him like that, were his senses dulling?
He turned to face the potential threat, but no threat stood before him.
A woman with entrancing golden eyes, she pushed back her hair as the gentle breeze softly moved around them. His own empty eyes met hers, they were so full of life, so full of passion, looking at her he could feel his own soul warming.
Perhaps it was the alcohol. Yes, that must be it.
“Care to let me join you?” Her voice like melodic notes echoed in his head.
“Of course, firewater is always best shared with comrades.” He scooted to the side, giving her some space to sit before offering her the bottle in his hand.
“Where’s your little floating companion?” He queried, watching her take a large drink, was it just the firewater getting to him or could he count that as an indirect kiss? Firewater. Who’d even want to kiss someone. Nothing special about a persons lips, even if they were alluring, the way they moved etching into his mind. Firewater. Definitely firewater.
“She got placed in solitary confinement by Jean after helping a certain spark knight out with carrying explosives through the city, I was too busy paying for groceries and didn’t realise they blew the city fountain sky high.” She shrugged, taking another drink before handing him back the bottle.
“No wonder it said under construction…” he sipped at the firewater himself, once again reminding himself that her lips had green pressed to the rim too.
“Sooo what were you doing up here all alone?” wow this firewater sure had a kick to it, her cheeks were flushing a little as she watched him drink down more.
“Just enjoying the scenery, the usual, aren’t you supposed to be in Natlan? Or am I just a little tipsy?”
She grabbed his hand and pressed her own against it, interlacing their fingers to show that she was very much not a drunken hallucination.
“I could probably imagine you holding my hand, I’m good with my imagination.”
“I can see how considering you managed to imagine a whole whale to crush me once.” She laughed a little, it was endearing to know he might’ve thought of holding her hand before.
“Hey that was barely imagination, you know I saw that thing.” He protested.
“I know I know.”
A brief moment of silence passed, the two watching the waves as the moon moved the tide.
She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.
Now that he couldn’t imagine.
“Wha- what’d you do that for?” He brought his hand to cover his cheek, internally savouring the moment but outwardly flustered like a teenage boy on a first date, damned firewater.
“I just…made sure you knew it was real, you couldn’t have imagined me doing that now could you?” She averted her gaze, unable to look him in the eyes, her heady felt a little spinny and she wasn’t sure what to attribute that to.
“Are you drunk?”
“Are you drunk?” She parroted back his question, unable to answer.
He placed his hand on her chin, thumb pressed against her lip as he turned her face to look at him. He pressed a kiss to her lips, perhaps brief, certainly briefer than he’d want it to be but he had to, he couldn’t think of a good excuse as to why.
“There, now you can know if you’re drunk too.”
“How’s that supposed to help me?”
“Well could you imagine me kissing you?”
“Perhaps…”
“Could you?”
“I could probably imagine more, I dare say I have a more active imagination than you.”
The two buffoons were both in fact drunk.
“Then we’ll just have to test its limits” he brought her in for a kiss once more, bottle of firewater rolling away and directly off the cliff, they might have to pick that up later.
His tongue parted her lips, pushing in and mapping out her mouth as he went. They parted for air, a thin string of saliva connecting the two for a split second.
“Could you imagine that?”
“Probably.” She said with a little more confidence than before, she wasn’t actually sure she could, she wasn’t quite in her right mind to decide if she could anymore but she could decide that she liked him testing it.
He pushed her body down onto the grass, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and using his free hand to pull at her scarf. Successfully undoing it he’d gained complete access to her neck, diving straight for it, biting with his teeth and sucking at it like a vampire.
“Ah~ I could probably still imagine this.” She gasped as hit bit down, pain immediately overridden by pleasure.
“I’m not sure I could.” He responded, he didn’t think he could hallucinate this well, and if he could then he was up for a morning of disappointment when sobriety kicked in.
He traced his tongue along her partially exposed chest, tugging the dress down for better access. His tongue gently swirled at the now free nipple, his teeth teasing it, his hand playing with her other.
Ethereal moans escaped her parted lips, he was so focused on ensuring he commit them to memory that he’d barely even noticed when she flipped the two of them around.
He released her nipple from his teeth, a little to her dismay but it was fine, this wasn’t going to be a last time she hoped. She straddled his waist, moving her upper body back upright now that she was on top.
Her hand glided along his abs, making full use of the opening in his shirt, was he aware of how much he drove her insane when they fought and she could see so much of his torso? She’d finished many fights in record times just to make sure he wouldn’t catch her gawking or blushing.
She began working on his buttons, opening up his grey coat then pulling off the leather straps and undoing his red shirt too, what a sight she was beholding. She’d practically felt herself drooling as she looked at him, she leaned down to leave a quick mark on his chest, first gently moving her tongue on him before taking a little bite and soothing it with a kiss.
There, now he was perfect.
She pulled his pants lower, putting up a fight with the belt buckle, even more desperate to win than she was when fighting with gods.
Releasing his pants made it painfully obvious just how hard the man below her had gotten, in fact the tent she witnessed had her almost rethinking her choices till now.
She pressed her hand against the clothed length, slowly tracing up and down it, relishing in the whimpers let out by him. If only kamera’s could record sound.
Instead of freeing him she merely pulled aside her own shorts, leaving herself in her half worn dress and underwear, rubbing her clothed heat on his clothed length, enjoying the anguish dare she say.
He whined below her, her wetness seeping through to his dick, he wanted to enjoy her, to engrave her existence in his mind.
Pushing back and forth on him, using his chest as leverage for her hand, his dick sprung free as a particular motion pushed his underwear to the side. She looked down, seeing the leaking tip pressed against her thighs.
Pulling off her own underwear she lined herself up with him, he held her hips, guiding her in the right direction before helping her sink down on him.
Her head fell back as she let out an elongated moan, he stared up at her in awe, he knew there must be a God above all archons because someone of her beauty could only have been sculpted as that God’s most beloved human.
Though his lips were sealed his own gasps still escaped him as she rose up and down, he could feel her walls tightening around him with every movement, begging him to release.
He began helping her move once more, picking up the speed, the frequency of her own screams increasing drastically as she tried to make out his name in a desperate yet futile attempt to moan it out, as though letting Teyvat know who it was she was claiming.
“Ajax, call me by my name, Ajax.” He reiterated.
“A..ah…Ajax” she panted out, fingernails clawing at his chest as he began moving his own hips to match her rhythm.
Music to his ears, an angels voice proclaiming his name, never had it sounded so sweet coming from anyone’s lips.
He breathed heavily, his chest rising rapidly as he tried keeping up.
One hand went to her head, interlacing his fingers with her hair and pulling her down on him one final time before the two released in unison.
He gently combed through her hair, kissing her head as she caught her breath, as the two drifted off, still on the cliff edge, probably not a good place to be but who really cares by now?
This was not a night either would regret when sober.