The 12th Fatui Harbinger

Duality (M)

*WARNING* Explicit content ahead, but harder to separate from story developments. As always read at your own risk!

Childe woke up to the sounds of birds chirping and waves washing towards shore outside their window. His dark blue eyes naturally flittered toward Yuria. Just like that night he first shared a bed with her at Wangshu Inn, Yuria was buried into the crook of his neck, with her small arms clutching tightly around his bare waist. The corners of his lips crawled upwards and he couldn't help but leave a small peck on the top of her sleeping forehead. 

Yuria woke up to the gentle sensation of Childe's hands running themselves through the strands of her hair. She instinctively grabbed onto him tighter, burying her face deeper in an attempt to sleep a few more minutes. 

"Sleep more if you want, sweetheart." Childe cooed as he brought the top of her head closer to him, enveloping her further into his embrace. They stayed together like that wordlessly as they both peacefully drifted in and out of sleep. Childe didn't want this moment to end. In fact, he didn't even want his day to start. This was perfect. But alas, he felt Yuria wiggling in his arms. 

She looked up at him and blinked as she adjusted to the morning sun. Childe watched in real time as her crystal blue eyes awoke from their slumber, shifting as they recognized him and gazed upon him with affection and adoration. It stirred something in him. It was as if a gap he didn't even realize existed was being filled in his soul. 

The sensation of her arms moving from his waist to his neck jostled his thoughts. Yuria had pecked the tip of his nose. "Morning." Yuria whispered. Her voice rang chiming bells inside his head. Yuria's hand innocently went toward his forehead to fix his messy bangs, but Childe groaned as her clothed breasts pressed deeper against his chest as she leaned upwards. His morning wood stood taller, poking her side. 

She giggled. Did that have to be one of the most beautiful sounds he heard? 

"Okay, I swear that was an accident." Yuria said as she put her hands in the air. 

Childe groaned as he hid his face behind forearm. He didn't want her to think that he was just after her body, but how long was she going to torture him like this? He had needs. Childe was too lost in his thoughts to realize Yuria had gotten up, placing both legs on edge of the bed as she looked down at him with an angelic smile. 

"But this isn't." Yuria declared before she leaned down to give him a chaste peck on the corner of his lips. 

He caught her by the wrist, noticing how his long fingers wrapped around her tiny frame with ample space. She was just so small. 

"You just love teasing me, don't you?" He scoffed as he smiled at her with a hint of warning on his face. 

"Like you don't love it." Yuria said playfully as she tugged him out of bed.

Again, he couldn't help but realize how her little hands were as she clutched his own hand tightly, leading him into the bathroom. She placed a toothbrush in his hand, and squeezed toothpaste onto the bristles. They were both brushing their teeth when a big growl erupted from Yuria's stomach. They both paused and broke out into laughter. 

"Okay, it's my turn to cook this time!" Yuria said as she draped an apron over her frame and put her hair up into a messy bun. 

Childe grabbed her into a back hug, leaning down as he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck. "You know I'd much rather eat you up." His breath tickled her nape. His grasp around her shoulders tightened. 

Yuria laughed. "I know you would, you sex addict. But I'm hungry." She wordlessly started working around him, pulling out ingredients from the fridge.