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Splatters of scarlet liquid tarnish the white cotton of Xie Lian’s favourite dress as she is ushered into the back seat of a car by her bodyguard. Hua Cheng's clothes are far more spoiled than her own but it’s harder to see on her red and black outfit, only vague discoloration is visible compared to the stark contrast of her own outfit.
They both fold into the car, finally able to relax once the bulletproof doors are shut and the driver is taking them home. Xie Lian breathes a sigh of relief and slumps into Hua Cheng’s side as the car speeds through the streets.
“Jiejie, are you hurt?” Hua Cheng’s voice is soothing in her ear even as she traces the blood splatters on her clothes, looking for a source, checking for injury. She may have just witnessed her help to kill a whole hoard of people who had dared to try and usurp Xie Lian as leader of their gang, but her touch is gentle now. Xie Lian leans into it.
“They didn’t even get close to us.” Xie Lian comforts her, taking her hand and entangling their fingers.
Hua Cheng uses their entangled hands to pull her close, to hold her securely against her side. Xie Lian knew she was never really in danger, not only does she have a hot six foot tall girlfriend with a gun but she could have taken on the goons herself if she’d had to. Just because she likes pretty white lace dresses and wears a silk tie in her hair doesn’t make her any less lethal. If anything, the folds of her dress is just a convenient way to hide the weapons strapped to her thighs. People continue to underestimate her, and so she’s never really scared of them.
Still, being held close to Hua Cheng’s side is the safest she ever feels.
She used to feel bitter about the life she was born into, like a normal existence was robbed from her before she could even conceptualise what that would look like. The only daughter of one of the most powerful crime families in China, she never had a chance at a normal life. From the time she could walk she could also fight, born to battle for power in the shadows of the Xianle region.
“We should think about how we’re going to punish everyone involved tonight. Someone must have given away our location,” Hua Cheng says.
“Mn,” Xie Lian agrees.
“I’ll start as soon as we return, crack down on it before they have a chance to regroup and build alibis.”
Xie Lian looks up at her, soft smile playing at the edges of her lips. Hua Cheng cracking down on traitors would send a shiver down the spine of anyone who is unlucky enough to work in their particular corner of the seedy underbelly of the city. Instead of any fear, Hua Cheng’s protectiveness just makes Xie Lian feel incredibly fond.
“Not yet,” Xie Lian says, “You shouldn’t leave me alone right now. You know, to keep me safe.”
Hua Cheng’s expression morphs quickly from serious to playful. It’s possible that they are both too comfortable with violence, to be flirting with the tang of other people’s blood in the air, but it’s not worth thinking about now. “True… Plus, they ruined your pretty dress. We need to get you cleaned up.”
Hua Cheng’s hand makes its way to the small of her back and Xie Lian hums softly in response to the touch, her lips already seeking out the slither of available skin between Hua Cheng’s shirt and her sharp jawline. “You take such good care of me, San Lang.” She whispers softly, knowing that Hua Cheng has a weakness in the form of praise from her. She likes to see her cheeks heat up and breath catch in her chest.
A tactful clearing of the throat from their driver alerts them to the fact that they have arrived home before they can figure out a way to press themselves any closer to one another without physically removing clothes. Xie Lian thanks the driver and they make their way into Xie Lian’s house, bypassing the security team with a simple nod and heading straight through to their bedroom.
Their bedroom, no longer just Xie Lian’s, because she cannot remember the last time she slept alone and she doesn’t want to start anytime soon.
The moment the door clicks shut behind them, Xie Lian is pulled into the bathroom and enveloped by Hua Cheng’s strong arms. She leans back against her chest, letting her limbs go limp as Hua Cheng holds her. In the mirror she can see hands roam over her torso, finding the zipper for her ruined dress, Hua Cheng’s head is nothing but a mass of black hair behind her as her face is turned into her neck, leaning down to breathe in her scent and kiss softly at the skin.
Xie Lian allows her eyes to fall closed as Hua Cheng undresses her, tossing her ruined dress to one side and pulling her underwear down with far more touching than strictly necessary. Notthay Xie Lian is complaining, if anything she's encouraging it. She arches her back as large hands brush over her round ass cheeks, her body malleable and needy, silently begging to be touched.
When suddenly the warmth of her lover's body disappears she opens her eyes in time to catch Hua Cheng staring at her while she turns on the shower. Her dark eyes are hungry, stark contrast with her pale skin.
“Are you?” Xie Lian gestures towards the shower, feeling her cheeks heat up a little. No matter how safe she feels in Hua Cheng's presence she has never got used to asking for what she wants. Her face is thin and she doesn't have the smooth-talking abilities of her lover.
Hua Cheng steps closer to her again and picks her up, placing her on the counter amongst their hair and makeup products that litter the surface. The cool marble on her bare skin makes her gasp a little, barely audible over the sound of the shower. “Am I what, Jiejie?” Hua Cheng asks, coming to stand between Xie Lians's knees.
She could groan in frustration, but instead she hooks her legs around her lover to hold her in place and feigns confidence. “Are you coming to take care of me in the shower, too?” Xie Lian just about makes it through the euphemism without blushing and she's quite proud of herself for that.
“Anything for you,” Hua Cheng says softly, voice low in her ear.
Xie Lian ignores the heat pooling in her belly so she can concentrate on removing the layers of fabric that still separate them. She can tell already that Hua Cheng is in the mood to tease but she doesn't let it stop her. She might feel bullied at first but she does always get what she wants in the end.
Once Hua Cheng's shirt is off Xie Lian lets her focus on the rest of her clothes while she marvels at the body before her. Cool toned skin pulled tight over rippling muscle that she knows is not just for show. Dark tattoos, florals and a few poignant words. Her name is just above the crest associated with their particular criminal enterprise. Hua Cheng may have been a recruit to their company at first, but more importantly she is Xie Lian's now. She traces the ink with her fingers, following a vine up to her chest where she's pleased to find the bra also gone now.
There's a fresh bruise on her ribcage that Xie Lian delicately kisses before giving in to her urges and sucking on the nipple. She kneads the skin of her other breast at the same time, her boobs too big by far to fit into her hand. It feels comforting to taste the familiar skin, to hear the familiar moan echo around their ensuite bathroom.
When she pulls back from nipping at the soft skin she sees Hua Cheng naked before her and shivers with anticipation. Her legs spread open eagerly and she feels her body react like electricity is running through it.
“Patience, we're not ready yet,” Hua Cheng says with a smirk, the steam starting to fill the room as she pulls back toward the walk-in shower.
Once again, Xie Lian holds back a frustrated groan as she follows Hua Cheng under the hot stream of water coming from the rainfall shower head. She knows logically that this is necessary, fucking while covered in the blood of their enemies might be one hell of a concept but it’s not exactly sanitary. Plus, it’s incredibly rare for Hua Cheng to rush anything in place of taking her time to gradually make Xie Lian come completely undone. A quickie isn’t within her vocabulary.
As the hot water cleanses her skin, wets her hair and warms her through to her core, Hua Cheng begins the maddening process of washing her. She’s spun around so that her hair can be tenderly lathered with shampoo and the ends coated with conditioner. The room fills with the scent of jasmine and vanilla blossom as Hua Cheng coats her body in soap.
She doesn’t show any mercy with her movements, her hands are firm as they cover every inch of skin. They take their time massaging her chest, soap suds forming over her nipples, and then goes back to wash her shoulders and wrists. Hua Cheng drops to her knees and Xie Lian’s heart pumps faster in anticipation only for her to carefully wash each of her feet, and her legs. Fingertips graze up inner thighs until they are tantalizingly close to Xie Lian’s now throbbing core but never quite bless her with touch.
“You’re being so good for me,” Hua Cheng says. Her comment comes with a soft kiss to her hip, just to the side of the mass of dark hair. Xie Lian whimpers when her hot breath ghosts over her, and she has to screw her eyes shut.
“San Lang, please,” Xie Lian begs. She cradles her face softly and bites her lip. Even with their special nickname she knows Hua Cheng isn’t done with her yet.
Predictably, Hua Cheng’s only answer is to spin her around and stand again to join her under the hot stream of water in the shower. Xie Lian opens her eyes to watch the rivulets of water move on her skin and to reach up on her toes to beg for a kiss. Hua Cheng isn’t feeling cruel today and so she obliges, letting Xie Lian drape her arms over her shoulders and press their bodies together as she continues washing them.
Their lips move languidly, the taste of water between their lips and the sensation of their slick bodies pressed together send Xie Lian into a trance. She could kiss Hua Cheng forever. Never in her life has she wished for immortality (sounds lonely) until she met the woman currently teasing her by squeezing her ass just hard enough to make her moan.
She’d spend eternity like this.
Hua Cheng’s lips leave hers and start trailing down her neck, the steam adding a dream-like quality to the world and Xie Lian gives in. She lets herself moan, lets herself become boneless and be ravished, kissed and licked and touched everywhere.
“I want to do this forever.” The words spill out as she grips Hua Cheng’s forearm for balance, her hand landing on her name scrawled there in a messy script.
Hua Cheng pauses, teeth grazing her collarbone before being replaced by a soft kiss. She turns off the shower and the silence rings around them, broken only by heavy breaths. It’s a moment before she speaks again. “We will do this forever.” It’s a promise, Xie Lian can hear the resolve in her voice. “I’ll find you in every lifetime, just like I found you in this one.”
Xie Lian thinks she might cry, but instead she’s swept off her feet and into an oversized fluffy towel. She wasn’t looking for reassurance, but Hua Cheng’s earnest confidence, her easy devotion, never fail to catch her off guard.
Once, she’d thought herself beyond redemption. Born to a family who profits from suffering, never able to do what she knows is right because of duty. The woman holding her, tenderly drying her body, held her hands and washed the blood from them and loved her not in spite of her violent side but because of it. That love changed everything, and she’ll always be grateful for it.
Before emotion can completely overwhelm her she pulls Hua Cheng into another kiss just to feel her lips smiling softly against her own.
“What are you thinking about?” Hua Cheng asks softly. Never anything as basic as “are you okay?” between them, they know each other better than that.
“Just feeling lucky to have you,” Xie Lian says honestly.
They kiss again, drawn together tightly, and their kiss heats up when the towel between them drops and their bodies are pressed against each other again. Xie Lian’s body is still burning with want, a wetness pooling between her thighs that has nothing to do with the steam or the shower. A few whispered pleas for more against Hua Cheng’s lips are enough to finally stop the teasing.
Xie Lian is pushed up against the wall and Hua Cheng drops to her knees again, for the right reason this time. Xie Lian hooks one leg over her broad shoulder and spreads her thighs wide, head tipping back against the cool tile. Hua Cheng’s tongue finds its way to her wet folds like it is coming home, lapping up the taste of her at first. Long, slow movements that leave her thighs twitching when her clit is all-too-briefly licked, her hands tightening in Hua Cheng’s hair as she feels the tip of it at her entrance.
Xie Lian catches herself mumbling nonsense as she feels her eyes roll back, soft moans echoing through the bathroom. Hua Cheng’s clever tongue makes swift work of making pleasure swell in her body, fogging her mind completely. She’s helpless. She moans her name when she sucks on her clit, whimpers when teasing bites are placed on her inner thigh, shudders when Hua Cheng’s fingers find their way inside her.
Hua Cheng pulls them out for a moment, showing them coated in Xie Lian’s wetness and holds her eyes as she licks them clean. “So wet for me,” Hua Cheng marvels at the sight before her, and Xie Lian has to close her eyes or else she might just combust at the sight. Luckily, Hua Cheng takes this as her cue to fuck her properly, fingers curling expertly and lips wrapped around her most sensitive spot.
With Xie Lian’s thin face it’s a wonder she’s not more embarrassed when she comes hard on Hua Cheng’s face, body twitching and convulsing around her fingers as her hips rock uncontrollably. Hua Cheng fucks her through it, even as come leaks down her fingers and drips on her forearm.
“San Lang, I can’t, it’s–”
The movement slows and Xie Lian takes a moment to catch her breath. It’s not long enough to fully recover though, as the next moment she’s being pulled through to their bed and laid out on her stomach on a towel. Sure, the towel could be there because they’re both fresh out of the shower, long wet hair still dripping and bodies damp and sticky. It is more likely there because she’s put Hua Cheng into one of those moods where they won’t be leaving the bed until sunrise.
She feels boneless, weightless, as Hua Cheng spreads her legs wide and pushes a pillow under her stomach. At least her theory is confirmed. She knows she’s not done yet, but her entire body is buzzing pleasantly with the overwhelming high of post orgasmic bliss, sensitive pussy throbbing as she feels Hua Cheng’s breath on it, and then her lips.
If she tilts her head just right she can see Hua Cheng behind her, hands moving over her body as if it’s some precious thing to be handled carefully. She leans into all the touches in spite of herself, body reactive like a string waiting to be plucked. She could do with a break, but she knows Hua Cheng won’t push her past her limits, she trusts her completely. All she needs to do is let herself be taken care of.
She grasps at the sheets as her pussy is worked open, tongue diving as deep as it can go. She feels something drip down over her to her clit. Spit? Come? Both? She’s not sure her mind is working fast enough to figure it out or frankly to care.
The first orgasm left her so sensitive that when Hua Cheng’s chin brushes against her clit it makes her cry out, hips wriggling in search of more. She’s not left wanting for long, fingers come to massage her while Hua Cheng eats her out like she’s starved. Xie Lian loses track of time, a mumbling mess, and comes again as she bites down on her own hand.
For a moment she thinks Hua Cheng has left her, thighs quivering and covered in her own bodily fluid when she turns herself over to see her sourcing her strap-on from a drawer. Xie Lian whines. “You’re going to break me.”
Hua Cheng turns to look at her, looking devastatingly hot with her dark hair wet, sticking to her back. The curve of her waist, the round swell of her breasts and defined lines of toned muscle… Xie Lian wouldn’t mind being broken by her. She looks inexcusably hot. Inhumanly sexy. How is she meant to put a stop to this for the benefit of being able to walk tomorrow when she’s faced with a view like that?
If she didn’t know any better she’d think Hua Cheng could read her mind because she looks very pleased with herself as she finishes fixing the harness onto herself. “Maybe,” she teases, “Are you going to let me?”
Xie Lian groans. Her aching core suggests that the answer is yes absolutely, and they both know it. Instead of answering, she turns back over onto her stomach, arching her back pliantly and spreading her legs as far as they can. Her whole body is loosening up, bendable, fuckable. She feels used up in the very best way.
Hua Cheng settles between her legs again quickly and leans over her torso, pressing her chest into Xie Lian’s back. She can feel the hard length of the strap against her folds and she draws in a shaky breath. The kisses on her back make her moan softly and she turns her head to meet Hua Cheng’s eyes.
“That’s it, like that. I want to see your pretty face.” Hua Cheng hums in approval and leans further forward to press a tender kiss to Xie Lian’s lips. It’s not a particularly deep or lengthy kiss, but Xie Lian can taste the hunger on her lover’s lips, the way she nips at her tongue betrays how much she wants to keep fucking her.
When the kiss breaks, Xie Lian nods and moves her hips back, a silent signal that she’s ready for more again. It is only a fraction of a second from that moment before she feels Hua Cheng sit back up behind her, the tip of her dick pressing up against her pussy. It’s thick, always a stretch no matter how ready Xie Lian is for it. They both like it that way.
Xie Lian breathes out sharply when she feels the dick press inside her, slowly but relentlessly pushing in until Hua Cheng’s hips press into her ass. Fully sheathed, Hua Cheng gives an experimental pulse of her hips and Xie Lian can see her face go slack with pleasure as she moans and grips the sheets in response. After a moment to adjust, Hua Cheng begins making good on the promise of breaking her.
Sometimes it’s slow deep thrusts that make her aching hole flutter and clench around nothing, begging for more as she pulls all the way out only to press back in and leave her so full that she can hardly breathe. Then once Xie Lian is worked up enough, Hua Cheng picks up the pace, never pulling out far, just enough to set a relentless pace fucking the tip of her dick into the sensitive inner walls. Just when Xie Lian is begging her for more, whining that she’s close, she slows down again.
It’s brutally perfect, drawing out the pleasure into an endless evening. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, Xie Lian can’t tell. She wouldn’t care to know anyway, all she knows is Hua Cheng, her dick, and the soaring ecstasy it’s sending pulsing through her veins with every thrust of her hips. She watches the way her boobs bounce when she fucks her for as long as she can stand before she screws her eyes shut.
“Please, San Lang, I need–It's so–” She doesn’t even know what she’s begging for. To be allowed to come? For a break?
Luckily, Hua Cheng seems to know better than her because she speeds up her pace again and adds fingers on her clit and suddenly Xie Lian is coming apart, shaking, making the most obscenely embarrassing noises. Hua Cheng moans, watching as liquid gushes onto her cock, dripping down over both of them, soaking through the pillow she’d expertly placed beneath her hips. As she fucks Xie Lian through her orgasm the moans from both of them mix with the sound of wet skin against wet skin, squirt pooling inside Xie Lian and leaving her with the most delicious sense of relief.
There’s nothing else in the world but them. Just them and their love and their pleasure. Xie Lian shakes and finally moves a hand between her legs, begging for a break.
Hua Cheng takes her strap away, letting her catch her breath. Xie Lian feels fucked out, turning over again to look up at Hua Cheng only to find her vision blurry. At some point during the edging and overstimulation tears had welled up in her eyes. Within moments Hua Cheng is tenderly kissing them away, lips lingering over her cheeks until they finally capture her own.
When she feels hands on her again, Hua Cheng comes to rest between her legs once more, strap discarded now. They kiss softly for a while, tenderly. Hua Cheng lets her recover as she moves her hands over her body again. She massages gently at the quivering muscles of her inner thighs, a careful, thoughtful groping.
“One more for me, Jiejie?” Hua Cheng asks softly against her lips as she rolls her hips, the slide of both of their wet folds making Xie Lian arch her back. “You’re so wet, I’ll be gentle.”
Xie Lian nods when she feels Hua Cheng sit up and suddenly the angle is heavenly against her sensitive core. Her clit brushes against Hua Cheng’s pubic hair and it should hurt, it does hurt a little, but it also feels amazing.
“You–” Xie Lian starts, bringing her shaking hands to Hua Cheng’s hips. She doesn’t guide them or move them, just holds them for comfort. “You don’t need to be gentle.”
Apparently her thin face goes away after… How many orgasms has she had now anyway?
Hua Cheng uses her weight to grind their pussies together and it effectively kills that train of thought. After she’d squirted their bodies are both slick already, moving together with ease as thighs press and hips grind. She digs her fingers into the soft flesh of Hua Cheng’s hips as she lets her move their bodies together. Once the strength comes back to her thighs and the desperation of chasing the pleasure overrides her exhaustion again she starts rolling her own hips.
Hua Cheng looks unreal like this, hips moving, chasing pleasure with her head thrown back and throat bared. Her abs ripple as she moves and she loses herself in the pleasure. Xie Lian watches her closely, whimpering softly as she feels that familiar feeling rise inside her again. She can see the pleasure rising inside her body, the familiar quickening of breath, the urgency of her movements as they get more sloppy, rutting against each other’s thighs.
“Jiejie,” Hua Cheng breathes. She opens her eyes and they lock onto each other, expressions heavy with affection as they both come to a final climax together.
They collapse in a pile of limbs, or at least Xie Lian assumes they do, because the next thing she knows she’s being held tightly against Hua Cheng’s side, head resting against her chest. They have made it under the duvet and the pillow and towel have been discarded. She looks up and earns herself a kiss to the forehead as Hua Cheng looks at her fondly.
“You should let me find you in one lifetime too, you know?” Xie Lian teases softly, reminding her of her promises earlier in the evening.
“No way, princesses should not have to work for anything.” Hua Cheng brushes fingers through her hair, it’s still a little damp but she feels too exhausted to care. She smiles and buries her head in Hua Cheng’s chest instead of protesting.