In public, heāll keep his hand gently wrapped around your waist, and nothing in the world would make him let you go. Whenever you two pass by a crowd, his grasp become more steady, more decisive as he squeezes you closer to him so he wouldnāt lose you; whenever he feels you straying slightly farther away from him, heāll pull you back against him. Doing this comes so naturally to him, and he does it so nonchalantly each time, as if it was obvious that his hand should be around you all the time.
His hugs tend to feel endless, soothing and relaxing, as if every part of him was longing for you and for you only. Itād be as if time froze still, the world remaining silent as youād feel his warm arms wrapped around you, tracing circles on the small of your back, squeezing your body closer to his, engulfing you in his warmth. Heāll place his chin on your head and heāll close his eyes, exhaling deeply, relaxing into your embrace as youāll listen to his heartbeat. It feels as if his heart was about to explode, ceaseless, rapid and irregular beats drumming against your ear before theyād start to slow down, becoming reassuringly slower, steadier, relaxing to listen to as Zhongli melts into your hands. He was well aware of what was happening, and would simply whisper apologetically āPlease excuse my heartbeats, y/n. I donāt know what has taken over me.ā
After a while, youāll feel his hand caressing your, from the top of your head down to the nape of your neck, repeating this motion again, again and again, in a seemingly endless stream of gentle, loving strokes. It feels soothing, calming, and, in response to his touches, youād nuzzle your head deeper into his chest. Sometimes, he will sink his fingers into your hair, sending a wave of goosebumps down your body as he tries to untangle all the stray strands, before heād continue his path, caressing your head in slow, rhythmical motions: up and down, then up and down, then up and down once again.
During those tender moments, heāll often go on long speeches where he tells you how thankful he is to have you in his life, how he didnāt know that love could feel so good and how glad he is to be able to learn from you. Heāll tell you that he sometimes doesnāt know if his actions hurt you, and will ask you to tell him straight away if he did something wrong.
Whenever he is in this vulnerable phase, he loves it when you pull away from his embrace, only for you eyes to frantically search for his as you gently grab his head into your hands, running your fingers across his warm skin, telling him that you love him and that he couldnāt ever hurt you. Heāll place his hands over yours, squeezing them as heāll mutter a āThank youā, his lips curled into a gentle smile, his face serene and peaceful.
In public, he wonāt hold back on anything, mainly because he doesnāt care about the other people: all of his attention is only on you. Heās a cuddle machine, and heāll hug you with every opportunity that he gets, nothing is off the table. Heāll surprise you with back hugs whenever your attention is on something else, wrapping his hands around your upper body, locking you into a tight embrace as he places a chaste kiss on your cheek. āHey, y/n, Iām right here, I hope you didnāt forget about meā ā heāll playfully scold you.
He loves it when you cling to his body, resting your head on his chest. Thatās his sign to wrap his arms around you, teasing you for not being able to have enough of him. Heāll place a soft kiss on the top of your head, resting his cheek on your hair with a serene smile on his face as his hands run up and down your back.
The night before leaving on a mission, heāll often have you sitting on his lap. He will rest his chin on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you closer to him. Thatās when his hugs start to feel needy, long and clingy, as if he wants to bind this moment to his mind, to carry it forever with him. The closer he holds you, the closer he feels to you, and, sometimes, heāll keep you so tightly into his arms that you will end up running your hand through his hair, pulling his head closer to your ear as you ask him to loosen his grip a little bit.
He knows heāll miss you when heāll be away, but will you miss him too? Oh, how much he wants to hear you saying it, to cast away any worry that he may have, to reassure him that everything will be exactly the same when he comes back. Heāll bury his head into your shoulder, relieved that you canāt see his face as heāll whisper in a brittle voice āCan I ask you to miss me, y/n?ā. His voice stings, and you can feel him holding his breath, awaiting your answer. As soon as you reply, reassuring him that youāll miss him voraciously, youāll feel his warm breath against your skin as heād exhale in relief, squeezing you closer to him. Heāll lift his head and heāll chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed at how bold he was, trying to poke fun at the situation āYou didnāt have to reply so fast, y/nā. However, those feelings are fleeting and wonāt linger for more than one second, his expression changing in a split second, his eyes hungrily tracing your jaw, his heart fluttering relentlessly. Heād grab your chin, tilting your head towards him as heād start trailing your jaw in kisses, slowly going for your mouth. Heāll run his cold thumb over your bottom lip as heād whisper huskily āYou have no idea how much I love youā, before heād lock his lips to yours.
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