glitter pink cherry-scented garbage

But this was entirely her own doing. Shen Yuan had known what she was asking for when she had invited Luo Binghe over again. It had felt almost presumptuous, reaching out to a woman so utterly beautiful and so incomprehensibly willing to see Shen Yuan again, despite the pathetic and nervous picture that she had presented during their first time.

Shen Yuan was an utter noob to all of this girl stuff! She’d never kissed a girl before, let alone one as effortlessly gorgeous as Luo Binghe! What is she supposed to do, when she shows up on Shen Yuan’s doorstep with a pink oversized sweater and a little pleated skirt, socks hugging her thighs and a pretty cherry smile, food in hand as if ready to become Shen Yuan’s personal chef? Shen Yuan had almost expired on the spot! Leave some charm to the rest of the mortals please, Binghe!

Shen Yuan is thankful that the date is in her own apartment; it prevents her from making a fool of herself in public every time Luo Binghe says something even a little bit flirtatious.

And—as much as she can barely even admit it in her own head—maybe she had been hoping for something like what had happened that first meeting. She had been flustered and tense the whole afternoon, flushing each time Luo Binghe had walked over to flirt with her or let her taste the sauces as she cooked, each time thinking—would this be when Luo Binghe kissed her?

In the end, the kiss had come entirely out of the blue, taking her off guard and flustering her beyond her capacity to take it. How could Luo Binghe be so pretty and sweet and utterly brazen, to lean in and kiss her like that? It was unfair! No one should be able to take her off guard so utterly!

But Luo Binghe doesn’t seem to care about what is fair, because she kisses Shen Yuan slow and deep and leaves her breathless, and when Shen Yuan throws away what’s left of her dignity and suggests that they move somewhere more comfortable—she’s ready plenty of erotica, she knows that much—Luo Binghe leaps at the occasion.

Which leads her to where Shen Yuan is now, pressed down into the couch cushions by Luo Binghe straddling her waist, stretched out so her ample chest squeezes against Shen Yuan’s much more modest one, warm pillows that Shen Yuan’s brain snags on like velcro, unable to stop thinking about them. She still remembers the feel of them in her hands, what it had been like to cradle and press her fingers into the plush softness, and her fingers are landing on Luo Binghe’s thighs and squeezing over the elastic of her socks before she can catch herself. 

Luo Binghe kisses her again and again, making a noise of delight and pleasure when Shen Yuan squeezes her thighs, making her jolt—and then do it again, just to make Luo Binghe make that sound once more.

How can one woman be so captivating? Shen Yuan doesn’t know.

She tastes like strawberry chapstick and kisses like she’s ready to devour Shen Yuan whole.

It’s all Shen Yuan can do to kiss back; she barely notices when Luo Binghe’s fingers inch under the hem of her shirt. They play across the waistband of her pants before pushing up further, caressing her sides and belly, and her head goes fuzzy at the warm trails that Luo Binghe’s fingertips leave. It isn’t until her hands drift up even further, starting to push her blouse up a telling amount, that Shen Yuan realizes what is happening, and she immediately tenses.

Luo Binghe pauses, lifting her head to look Shen Yuan in the eyes, hands curling around her ribcage. Her fingers are so long.

“Yuan-jie?” she asks.

Shen Yuan wonders how humiliating this will be when Luo Binghe realizes her presumptuousness. 

Unwilling to look her in the face, Shen Yuan tilts her head back. “You’ve done it before,” she says, voice affecting casualness as if there’s any way to be casual about a beautiful woman straddling her lap and trying to take off her shirt. “What are you waiting for?”

Luo Binghe’s face fills with excitement as she leans in—instead of kissing her on the lips, she ducks her head down to mouth around Shen Yuan’s collarbone, then ducks her head even further down to stretch the fabric of her top, mouthing against the top of one of her breasts. She’s much less filled-out than Luo Binghe is, to the point that she wants to push Luo Binghe’s head away and grouse at her to get on with it already!

She tenses as hands push her blouse up even further and Luo Binghe’s fingertips brush against her bra; Luo Binghe exhales against her skin, moving back to look as she rucks the fabric up the rest of the way, pushing it up far enough to bunch under her arms.

Luo Binghe’s eyes go wide, and Shen Yuan feels a little bit like she might die.

“Yuan-jie…” Luo Binghe trails off breathlessly, and Shen Yuan jolts when Luo Binghe runs her thumb over the curve of her breast, right over the lacy fabric of the lingerie that she’d purchased in that Victoria’s Secret, the same set that Luo Binghe had first ravished her in.

It was just—when she’d been getting ready, the words that Luo Binghe had said back then kept echoing in her mind! She’d wanted to see Shen Yuan in them again—and when Shen Yuan had been getting ready earlier, her mind overthinking everything, she’d caught on the set bunched in the back of her closet and been unable not to think about it.

She didn’t have any other cute underwear; that was her first time in a store like that! And if nothing happened between them and it was just an innocent first date, Luo Binghe would never know!

She didn’t properly consider the reverse; the situation where Luo Binghe realized that Shen Yuan had put on pretty lingerie just in anticipation of this very thing, like she’d planned on it, utterly shamelessly. Her face burns with embarrassment as she squirms under Luo Binghe’s touch, realizing just how presumptuous she’d been.