Shen Yuan is a girl like any other. She likes her video games, stupid books, TV-dramas and boys. She likes boys.
Not that she’s ever dated one, but whatever. She will, someday in the future, but she’s not gonna rush such things.
She also likes girls, in a friendly way.
In a way that girls are such good friends who like to go out and have fun together and barely think about romance and relationships, because just being together is enough. It’s truly amazing, all this… girl power.
She has a friend like this. Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe is wonderful. She’s caring, she’s fun, she’s always there for Shen Yuan and her hair is soft, and she smells nice, and-
That’s another thing Shen Yuan likes about having girl friends — she can appreciate Luo Binghe without being weird about it! After all, it’s normal for girls to compliment each other, to cuddle on the couch, and even to kiss a little while drunk. And it doesn’t even mean anything! That’s how nonchalant girl friends are!
Admittedly, Luo Binghe and her haven’t gone past cuddling yet, but it’s probably just because they rarely go out for drinks or something. And friendly kisses usually happen when at least a bit tipsy.
That’s what Shen Yuan keeps thinking about as she puts on a skirt she borrowed from her younger sister and contemplates between thick, black tights and see-through black stockings she bought for her Hatsune Miku cosplay.
It’s not like she plans to kiss Luo Binghe tonight or something, but if it ends up happening she’d rather make sure she’s dressed accordingly.
Drunk girl kissing her best friend in a bar after having one too many shots should probably be wearing stockings, Shen Yuan reasons.
She also puts on a bit of make up. She thinks eyeliner is probably necessary for a drunk make out session. If it does end up happening, of course. Which it might not. Shen Yuan would also be fine if there were no kisses at all! That is not why she invited Luo Binghe out. She just feels like having a drink, is all.
But just in case there is some kissing she puts a bit of cherry lip balm on.
Luo Binghe is a little late, which is weird. She’s never late. She’s always a bit early, if anything, insisting that she doesn’t mind waiting for Shen Yuan to take a shower or finish dressing. She’s just sweet like that.
But since she is late today, Shen Yuan ends up waiting for her by the door quite anxiously, and yanks it open as soon as she hears the sound of spare keys jingling on the other side.
“Yuan-jie.” Luo Binghe smiles sunnily the moment the door is open. Her smile drops, though, when she sees Shen Yuan’s outfit. Is it a crop top? Is it a little too much? Shen Yuan hurriedly assesses Luo Binghe’s own clothes.
Her mouth goes a little dry. Probably because of envy, because her best friend looks like a dream. She is wearing low rise black jeans and a bodysuit that almost looks like lingerie, and Shen Yuan could never pull it off, but on her Binghe it looks phenomenal. Her soft hair is a waterfall of curls that cover most of her chest, and Shen Yuan itches to pull it back. Just to appreciate her outfit better, of course.
“Yuan-jie looks… great.” Luo Binghe says, eventually, and Shen Yuan hurriedly looks up.
“As does Binghe.” She says, grabbing her phone. “Should we go, then?”
Luo Binghe chuckles, her usually melodic voice going raspy. Shen Yuan hopes she’s not getting sick.
“I don’t know. You look so good I almost don’t want to let you out. Do people in some dirty bar really deserve to see Yuan-jie in a skirt?”
Well, what are they going to do at home, all dressed up? There’s no girl-code for kissing when you’re sober and watching TV. Otherwise they’d be doing it all the time!
Not that Shen Yuan is really expecting any kisses to happen at the bar.
“Binghe is hilarious,” She smiles a little nervously. “but she should know everyone is going to be too busy looking at her to notice my skirt.”
“Then maybe Yuan-jie should hide me from hungry gazes.” Luo Binghe suggests, leaning against the doorframe.
Shen Yuan looks at her pronounced waist for a long moment, tempted to do just that.
Shen huffs and pushes laughing Luo Binghe out of her apartment and into the hallway.
There’s a buzzing underneath Shen Yuan’s skin as they walk into a dark bar. She keeps glancing at her best friend, trying to understand by the look on her face if she is the kind of girl who kisses her friends when drunk. She definitely looks kissable. It must mean something. Right?
Shen Yuan takes a seat at the table and when Luo Binghe asks what she should get her just waves distractedly at her. Luo Binghe comes back with a tall glass of something pink for Shen Yuan and a bottle of beer for herself. She sits down right next to Shen Yuan, not in front of her, and Shen Yuan sighs in relief.
Yes, she thinks, she is that kind of girl after all.
With numb fingers Shen Yuan catches the straw and brings it closer to her mouth. Luo Binghe watches her with dark eyes. Is it already time to- ? She takes a quick sip, barely tasting the drink, before pushing it away.
“Good?” Luo Binghe asks, leaning closer, probably to be heard over the bar music.
Shen Yuan only has to look up a little – and their faces are aligned perfectly for a kiss.
It’s completely normal, Shen Yuan says to herself, all girls do that.
And then she moves an inch closer and kisses Luo Binghe.
Her lips are soft and plush and when there’s a gasp against Shen Yuan’s mouth, she thinks she really is quite drunk already, because her head is suddenly all fuzzy.
“Yuan-jie?” Luo Binghe whispers, her eyes shut.
“It doesn’t mean anything.” Shen Yuan reassures her. “All girls do it when they’re drunk.”
Luo Binghe opens her eyes and gives her a long, searching look.
“Yes.” Shen Yuan says, feeling wound up and impatient. Shouldn’t Binghe know this? She’s a girl as well.
Shen Yuan kisses her again. This time Luo Binghe answers instantly, deepening the kiss and sliding her hot, wet tongue against Shen Yuan’s lower lip. When Shen Yuan makes a soft sound and opens her mouth, Luo Binghe hisses and wraps her strong arm around Shen Yuan’s waist to tug her closer, closer, closer, until she’s sitting on her lap.
“Binghe.” She breathes out. It is hard to form a full sentence: she is drunk and the rough material of Luo Binghe’s jeans rubs against the bare skin of her thighs where her skirt had riled up.
“Has Yuan-jie kissed many girls like this?” Luo Binghe asks, tracing a line along her jaw with her lips.
She hasn’t. Who would she even kiss like that except for Luo Binghe?
But if she says that, wouldn’t it sound a little, well, gay?
“Uh-huh.” She ends up lying. “As I said, it doesn’t mean anything, does it?”
Luo Binghe lips open against her jawline and she bites sharply. Shen Yuan shivers, involuntarily moves closer and shivers again. She should’ve worn tights.
“Doesn’t it?” Luo Binghe rasps.
“Not- not when we’re drunk.” Shen Yuan says.
“I haven’t even touched my drink, Yuan-jie.” Luo Binghe leans away and looks at her with eyes that burn.
“Oh,” Shen Yuan tries to get her voice – and body – back under control. “Should I-? I mean, you should drink your beer first, if-”
She tries to move back to her seat, but Luo Binghe squeezes her waist tighter and pushes her back on her lap. It makes Shen Yuan jerkily roll her hips. To get more comfortable, probably.
“Do not move.” Luo Binghe says in a low voice.
Unfortunately, it makes Shen Yuan move quite a lot, her body suddenly reduced to writhing and shivering mess.
“Fuck,” Luo Binghe says, flexing her fingers. Her long, sharp nails scrape against Shen Yuan’s exposed skin in the process. “Yuan-jie is trying to kill me. Does she not see what she’s doing to me?”
Shen Yuan’s eyes have fallen shut at some point, so no, she doesn’t see anything. She feels, however, Luo Binghe’s hot breath against her neck, and then her lips, and then her teeth. It turns out Luo Binghe is quite a biter. Shen Yuan whines, because it hurts a little, and inclines her head to give Luo Binghe more access.
“We’re going home.” Luo Binghe says darkly. “And Yuan-jie is going to tell me exactly whom she kissed while drunk.”
“But-” Shen Yuan blinks, shifts her hips, and catches herself before she makes more embarrassing noises. “-we’ve only just got here.”
Her voice sounds weak and whiny, but Luo Binghe must hear her well enough, because she stops her biting kisses and moves to speak right into Shen Yuan’s ear.
“We could stay.” She says slowly. “But I’m this close to checking what kind of underwear Yuan-jie has got under her skirt, and after that, I will not be able to hold myself back.”
Shen Yuan’s fingers move from Luo Binghe’s neck to her hair and tug.
“Do that again,” Luo Binghe says menacingly. “and I will fuck you right on this table.”
Shen Yuan does it again. Accidentally.
Luo Binghe growls and starts to stand up, which makes Shen Yuan scramble to hold on onto her.
“Home.” She says. “Home, Binghe, home. I don’t want to get arrested.”
“Maybe you should.” Luo Binghe says, placing her carefully down. “Surely it’s illegal to be this hot. And this teasing.”
“I’m not!” Shen Yuan squeaks, straightening her skirt and stepping away on unsteady feet.
“Then was it someone else humping my thighs just now?” Luo Binghe smirks, fishing out her phone and opening what looks like a taxi app.
“I wasn’t!” Shen Yuan insists, mortified. “It’s- it’s just that your jeans are a little rough and I’m wearing stockings, so-”
“Please stop talking.” Luo Binghe interrupts her. “I’m begging you, Yuan-jie. No talking until we’re home.”
Shen Yuan huffs, but relents. It turns out, however, that she doesn’t get a chance to talk much once they’re home, either. In fact, all her vocabulary ends up reduced to “Binghe” and “Yes”. She doesn’t complain, though – it’s quite enough.
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