Estella had opened the window to chase away the stale smell of some Mexican restaurant or other's spices&sauces from yesterday, and was now having some good fun to watch the new chico become very lobster-red in the face, and wrap himself in the Master's expensive sheet from head to toe, very much Egyptian-mummy-like.
Master Wangji was at home, of course, so he could go anywhere he liked, and do whatever he wanted, just like his older brother. Yet, she shooed him off too, it was a freezing February, and she worried, plus – it seemed both brothers weren't bothered by the cold.
The tea was ready, the coffee was almost ready too, and she vaguely wondered just where Master Lan might be, as he surely wasn't anywhere in the house, and he surely wasn't at work.
The young boys came back, wearing their suits, and now she nodded to herself, understanding the shoes mystery better – the colors matched and gave it all away. They sat down in absolute silence, each with his drink, but it was very clear the new chico was a lot more shy than the new Master Jiang. Well, just like Master Jiang, Master Wangji preferred tea; and after short introductions, she started finding some things in common between Master Lan Xichen and this new pretty boy.
She started on some fresh breakfast for them, and some good, hearty breakfast for her boss, for sure, but she kept on smirking, and nodding to herself, pleased: the two boys kept close together, whispering to each other, behaving, calmer now. Yet, she noticed the slight blush on their faces, the small touches, and that unmistakable fire that burned in both Lan brothers' eyes when they looked deep at the one they loved. This flame's name was passion.
When they came back to the kitchen, they sat separately, a little away from each other, but they kept on leaning towards each other, reaching over the large table, craving to be close. And then she remembered that today was supposed to be their first day of marriage. She wondered what might have gotten wrong, as they were supposed to be off to their honey-moon.
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One look at the clock told her that her boss was late for breakfast. It was soon going to be time for lunch. She frowned at the sight of the Mexican food packages in the trash, but still took pity on the boys and yesterday's mess.
- Master Wangji, I think you should take a shower. Or maybe a bath. I am sure your brother won't mind. – she smirked at them.
Both of them blushed. The scent of yesterday's expensive perfumes was now mixed with the distinct scent of sex.
- Hmmmmm.
Lan Wangji's blush was deeper than his lover's. He knew too well that, even in this very moment, there were two sets of DNA over his skin. His most private parts bore the traces of both his husband, and his Ge. It was a disturbing thоught, but also – he somehow was not in a hurry to wash it all away from himself. It had been a night to remember, and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life.
