I'll Think Of The Title Later Idk

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It was still raining when the morning came. One of the servants must have opened the curtains along with the window to let some fresh air into the bedroom.

Childe didn't even need to open his eyes to know who was laying in bed next to him. The smell of herbal smoke and rose soap told him everything.
He carefully turned onto his back and stretched, running his hand through his hair with a sigh. She was going to kick his ass for letting this happen. Was it worth it though?
He smiled softly, remembering the touch of her skin against his, how soft her hands were despite years of fighting with different weapons, or even the feeling of her silver piercing on his tongue.
It was absolutely worth it.
The redhead's attention turned to the woman next to him at the sound of her moving. She pulled the quilt over her bare shoulder and hid her face in it, trying to hide from the blow of chilly air from the outside. He held back the urge to pull her closer or at least touch her face, not wanting to ruin the moment. Not yet.
Should he leave her alone in his bed? Or maybe stay and put up with whichever mood the memory of last night was going to cause?
He realised that she already woke up and was now staring at him in sleepy confusion.
"Priviet, solnyshko." He propped himself on his elbow, smiling carefully.
Felicja groaned something in a language he didn't understand and turned to the other side, covering her eyes with her forearm. Well, at least she wasn't pissed off first thing in the morning.
"Want anything specific for breakfast?"
She looked at him from under her arm, a shadow of a smile on her lips.
"I'd die for an adventurer's sandwich. And coffee. But make sure there's a lot of milk and sugar in it."
"Your wish is my order, princess." He got out of bed and stretched.

Felicja watched him go to his dressing room, silently admiring his muscular figure.
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her face, and looked around the room. One of the large pillows was laying on the floor. She rubbed her neck. There was a suspicious stain on it's silk cover. The blonde scrunched her nose and got out of the bed, stretching with a soft groan. Her thighs hurt.

The main door to his rooms closed, making Childe wince as he snapped out of his thoughts. He smirked to himself in the framed mirror hanging above the sink, brushing his fingers against two large hickeys on the side of his neck. He sighed softly and grabbed the shaving soap, but, different from his usual hook ups, the images from last night couldn't leave his mind.

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The redheaded harbringer was already sitting by the table when Felicja came into the dining room for breakfast. She smiled softly. "Are these chopsticks I see in your hand?"
A fried shrimp fell onto his plate, splattering sauce onto the table cloth.
"Ah- Come on, it was already going great until you came!"
"Aw did I scare you?" She pouted, taking her plate and putting two sandwiches on it before sitting down.
"You sure did" Childe responded sarcastically and got up to add another one, then filled her cup with coffee. She arched an eyebrow.
"If I knew it would gain me a servant, I'd sleep with you more often."
He chuckled, sitting down in his seat. "Damn, I was just trying to be nice-"
"Right... You nice."
"What do you mean? I am nice." He raised his eyebrows.
"You're literally a harbringer."
"Felicja, not again."
She gave him a questioning look. "Again?"
"You once said you can't be friends with someone from the fatui."
"Hm. Maybe I did..."
They ate in awkward silence for a moment. Childe looked up at her.
"About this night..."
"I don't feel like talking about this. You don't discuss the time spent together with all your other hook ups, do you."
"Felicja, please."
She raised her eyes at him and took a bite of the last sandwich she had left. "Why though?"
"Because this is confusing. And annoying. Why can't we just talk about whatever this is- Our relationship? I like to know where I'm standing, love."
"It's just a contract." Felicja finished eating and got up. "Sorry Childe, I don't like talking about my feelings with people I don't entirely trust. And last night... I drank too much again and allowed myself to get a little too comfortable." Why did it hurt to say this to him? She looked again at the harbringer, her heart squeezing at the hurt look in his ocean blue eyes. "I have to go now."
Only now Childe noticed her clothes. She was wearing her adventurer's outfit. "You don't need to work anymore, you know."
"The contract ends in a few months, I'll need this job later."
There was this word again. Contract. Was this really a contract, though? When signing this damned paper, despite the amount of alcohol they had consumed, they both agreed that anything sexual or romantic that might happen during those six months won't be connected to it.
He quickly got up and followed her into the living room.
Felicja frowned when Childe gently grabbed her by the arm and turned around.
"Please."
"As much as I like to see you plead, Tartaglia, I have to go now."
"Later, then?" He didn't show how much he hated when she called him that.
The blonde leaned a little closer, smiling softly. She shouldn't have been that much of a bitch after sleeping with him. It was aobvious he wouldn't let some random person dominate him, nor let himself stop keeping in his moans. And what happened only meant she wasn't just a random person to the eleventh harbringer.
"Yes, later. Later sounds good." She nodded, looking down at his vision and brushing her fingers against it.
Hydro, huh. A vision for those who believe they're not enough.
"I'll be back before the sunset." Another small smile as she looked up at him.
He moved closer. The look of a kicked puppy was no longer lingering in his eyes.
"Promise?" He murmured, staring into her eyes.
"Promise." She allowed him to lean in for a kiss, then moved away just before their lips touched. "See you later, harbringer." She gave him her signature grin and quickly walked out through the terrace door.
Before he followed her outside Felicja was already gliding toward the center of Liyue. He sighed with a smile, leaning against the railing. Right, for some reason she never used stairs.