Trying to regain your casualness, you smile nervously. "Haven't I already been?" He doesn't respond, instead materializing his swords and running towards you. You barely have time to prepare before your swords clash. You grunt against the pressure, him pushing against you with such force, your feet slide against the cold floor.
You ground yourself, pushing against him forcefully, driving him back. He just staggers, then runs back at you again. He keeps going until you're driven up the stairs.
Backing up slowly, you watch Childe's every move and emotion carefully. You're ready to counter him when you back up too far, hitting the wall. As your back goes flat against the cold surface, your eyes go wide. Childe notices, and he seizes the moment. He moves forward, slams his forearm on the area above your head and places his hydro blade over your neck.
You drop your sword and it clatters to the ground, vaporizing once it goes still. He takes your chin in his hand, searching every inch of your face. His eyes seemed to stop at your mouth. You gulp as your heart leaps into your thoat. "Listen, pretty boy, you... you give me too much trouble and I'll have to get Zhongli."
You try to sound intimidating, but you knew it was an empty threat. You could tell he knew it, too. He smirks, running a finger over your cheek slowly. "Oh, so you do feel something for me, after all. And people say my charm is fake."
You shiver as the cold droplets from his sword gradually make their way down, down, down, soaking your shirt.
You gulp.
Though you knew he would never hurt you, you had to admit he was intimidating when he got the upper hand. "You know, you're cute when you're flustered, G/C." he says smoothly. You turn your head, making him drop his hand. "Childe..."
He smirks, realizing he's getting to you. "What? It's true. I only state facts."
He takes your chin in his hand and turns you to him. You scowl, looking him in the eyes. His gaze drops down to your lips again, and you could swear he was getting closer...
Instead, he swerves his head and ducks next to your neck. He drops his hand from your chin and grabs your forearm, pinning it against the wall. You blush as you feel his warm breath against your cold, soaking wet skin. He's so close you can smell his ocean-scented ginger hair.
You suck in a sharp breath as you feel his soft lips tease your skin. Your face heats up quickly, to the point you're sure you look like a tomato.
"Childe..!"
You make an attempt to raise your hand, but he vaporizes his sword, using his hand to grab yours. You flinch as he slams it against the wall next to you.
His lips gently trace your jawline, then the side of your neck, almost to your shoulder. Though he isn't kissing you, the sensation running through you seems to be just as strong. You can barely move, pinned against the wall like this.
Wild thoughts run through your head, the only sounds your heartbeat and rapid breathing. Suddenly, you hear distant voices coming from outside. Your eyes go wide as you realize who it is.
"Ch-Childe... the Millelith are here..." you stutter, attempting to struggle against him.
He stops, and you feel him sigh. He loosens his grip on your arms and pulls back. He mutters something along the lines of "worst time..."
Stepping back, he stares at you, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.
All he says is, "See you tomorrow, G/C," then he disappears in a flurry of water droplets, floating up and out of the golden domed ceiling.
Stunned, confused, and as red as a cherry, you stand there for a good minute or so, going through what just happened. Why'd he- when did- why was he so- were just a few. But the clearest one by far was; Wait... tomorrow?!?
