Diluc
- You and Diluc were lying on couch, your body resting over his, engulfed in his arms, your head resting on his chest as your eyes were fluttering shut under the weight of sleepiness. Diluc was mindlessly playing with the strands of your hair between his fingers as you sank more and more into his tender embrace, nuzzling your head into his chest as you searched for a more comfortable spot. You mumbled into his clothes, telling him that it was getting late, and that you’ll be leaving soon.
- His brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. He didn’t want you to leave, not now. He had already finished all of his duties for today, and all he wanted to do was to hold you close to him and to never let you go. Hanging out with you feels so natural, so easy, and he wants to cling to every moment he can be with you. He wants you to say with him more, not to leave him just yet.
- “Dawn Winery feels like a lonely place without you. Why don’t you sleep over for the night?” - he’d whisper, placing one hand around your shoulders as the other was running up and down your back, in slow, featherlight motions, as if he was telling that no matter your answer, he won’t allow you to leave anyway.
- You couldn’t say no to his plea, and you nodded, hugging him closer to you as you as you thanked him for his hospitability.
- He smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on the top of your head as a small thank you for staying with him, for not letting him go yet.
- “My home is your home too.” He’d tenderly whisper. Those were the last words that you heard before surrendering to his warmth, falling asleep in his embrace.
Zhongli
- Zhongli was teaching you how to brew the perfect cup of tea. His chest was hugging your back as his head was resting on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist - tightly enough so he could feel you against him, loosely enough so you had room to move.
- “Good, now pour it again over the leaves. We are using loose leaf oolong tea: because the leaves are crushed, the flavor is released all at once, coming out slowly for the perfect brew.” He’d end this part of the explanation with placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, smiling at how your skin was now covered in goosebumps. “Let’s see if you’ve got it.”
- You wanted to continue, but you noticed the clock. It was getting late.
- You placed your hands over his, unclasping them from around your waist as you turned your body towards him, telling him that it was getting late and that you were supposed to leave.
- He’d blink once, then twice, slowly processing what has just happened. The possibility that you could leave never even crossed his mind, not when your body fit so perfectly into his arms, not when he wanted to enjoy this moment with you.
- Bringing his hand closer to your face, he brushed the back of his fingers over your cheeks, staring into your eyes with such love and adoration that you almost wanted to look away, embarrassed at how bold Zhongli can sometimes be.
- “Perhaps you could spend the night over then? This type of tea is better enjoyed in the company of a loved one, otherwise it loses all of its taste” he’d add, closing the distance between you with a soft kiss on your forehead. “Please”.
- Who were you to say no?
Childe
- You were standing in the doorframe, facing Childe as you were about to leave for the night.
- Intending to give you one last farewell kiss before letting you go, he’d grab your hands into his, gently squeezing them as he’d lean in to leave a soft peck on your lips, still holding on to your hands. He craved your touch like it was a drug, and he’d find the familiar, soothing feel of your skin irresistible. Oh, how he loved the way your hands fit into his so cozily, as if they were made for him and him only.
- He’ll have to leave soon for another mission, and whenever the departure date gets closer, he always becomes more clingy, more needy, as if he’s begging you to dote on him just as much as he is doting on you. He wants to fill his free time with your presence as much as possible, and, in this very moment, if you were to leave, he’d feel empty without you.
- Should he ask you to stay over? It wasn’t an insurmountable task, yet he found himself lingering. Surely enough, if you wanted to stay over, you would’ve most likely asked. With a weary heart, he’d think to himself that maybe you didn’t want to spend your time with him as much as he did. However, unable to contain the need to ask you, he blurted out:
- “Perhaps you could spend the night over?” He tried to scramble for an excuse, any excuse that he could find, anything that may make you want to stay over. But his mind went blank, and he was simply able to utter “Just… stay with me. I need you to want me too. “
- With a sense of urgency, he tugged you into his embrace, and his tense shoulders relaxed under you only when he heard you saying that you’ll stay.