❥・❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞
↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a young lady valued by the fatui dearly finds her perfect match, who happens to be her colleague.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥�...
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You watched over the harbour, then felt a tap on your shoulder and the presence of someone sitting next to you.
You glanced over at the person, seeing it was Ajax. You inhaled, not daring to look him in the eye.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder his fingers tracing circles on your skin.
You sniffled, wiping your tears, "I'm sorry Ajax."
He let your words sink into him. He could hear the sadness in your voice, the way you spoke.. it made him feel guilty all of sudden. Why did he do that? Run away like a kid just because of a little secret wasn't something he would usually do.
"Look Ajax.. I don't want to argue with you about this.. we aren't like this."
"I don't want to argue either..." He muttered softly,
You turned so your body was sat opposite him and you looked into his eyes.
He reached a hand out to you, gently grasping your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were forced to look at him more directly. His other hand, rested on your hip, his fingers slightly digging into your skin.
"I don't want to argue." he repeated softly, leaning down so his face was closer to yours. His hot breath fanned your face, as he kept you in place.
He held his breath for a moment, before speaking again. "Just.. don't play me like a fool again, okay?"
"I promise, I'll never do that again." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a warm embrace, like you had been wanting to do since you had the argument.
A shiver went down Childe's spine as you pulled him into an embrace. For a moment, he was tense, but he slowly melted into it when he felt how warm you were.
He inhaled sharply before slowly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close to him so that your bodies were pressed right against each other.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms tightened around you, his grip firm.
"Damnit.." He mumbled quietly, his breath hot against your skin. "What am I gonna do with you?" He muttered, as he slowly pulled his head back to look at your face. He still held you tightly against him, unwilling to lose the feeling yet.
As he gazed down at you, he lifted a hand, caressing your cheek, his thumb softly tracing the outline of your bottom lip, almost as if he were mapping every inch of your skin. He studied your face intently, taking in every detail as if he were studying a beautiful painting.
"You're so damn lucky I love you." He breathed out, his fingers continuing to caress your face as he spoke. He leaned in again, so his forehead was resting against yours.
"You love me..?" Them words caught you by surprise, it had been a long time since anybody had told you they loved you.
He chuckled at that, his fingers continued tracing your jaw.
"Of course I do." He hummed softly, his other hand which was on your hip was now rubbing slow circles into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. "I thought that would be obvious."
"You... You really love me? I didn't know.."
He raised an eyebrow at that, his face was still only inches away from yours. "How could you not know? The way I'm clingy with you, how I cuddle up to you every night. Yes.. I love you okay.."
"I didn't think you loved me though, nobody's said that for a while.."
He went silent for a moment, he couldn't help but frown at your words. "Do you not see the way I treat you?" He murmured, his hand that had been gently caressing your jaw came up to cup your cheek. "Why would I treat you like this if I didn't love you?"
"I don't know.. I just didn't think you loved me.."
Childe sighed, his forehead still was pressed against yours, the frown on his face deepened. He didn't like this, he didn't like hearing you sound so uncertain, so hesitant.
"Do you hear what you're saying to me? I love you, I don't know how much more obvious I could've made it. I love you. I love you. I love you."
You chuckled, "I love you too Ajax."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his heart skipped a beat hearing you say those words. There was something about you calling him by his real name.
"Say it again, please?" He murmured, leaning closer again, his breath fanning over your lips.
You chuckled, "Your so childish, you know? I love you Ajax."
"I'm not childish." Childe protested, although the slight whine in his voice didn't exactly help his point. He rolled his eyes at your words, but he was now in a noticeably better mood than earlier.
He couldn't help but notice how close your faces were to each other, and he had the strong urge to just lean in and kiss you.
He stared down at you, his eyes locked on your lips. If he leaned down a few inches, he could capture your lips in a kiss. He wanted to, he really did. But he also didn't want to make any moves in case you weren't ready yet.
"Y/n.." he mumbled, leaning his face closer until his lips were practically brushing against yours.
"Hm?" You hummed.
Childe took a deep shuddering breath, his heart racing in his chest. You had no idea how hard it was holding himself back from kissing you right then and there.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to not kiss you right now..?"
"Maybe you should do it." You chuckled.
He leaned down, and finally, he claimed your lips in a kiss. It was a gentle, slow, and sweet kiss. He pulled your body closer towards yours. His lips moved against yours, softly and slowly, as if he were afraid to rush and spoil the moment. One hand held the side of your face, while the other was slowly sliding down to your waist, to grip your hip.
The kiss was almost chaste, but also filled with so much love and desire. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip, requesting entry.
He pulled you impossibly closer to him, his fingers pressing into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. He wanted you as close as physically possible, he wanted to feel every inch of your body against his. The kiss continued on, only becoming more passionate and heated. Childe's tongue was now exploring your mouth, swirling and tangling around your own. His grip on you was tight, his fingers digging into your skin, he didn't want to ever let you go.
Once he finally pulled away from the kiss, he kept his arms wrapped around your waist and buried his face into your neck.
