#fanfis

As the heiress of the Gunnhildr clan, Jean stood out from a young age for her unwavering dedication. By the age of 21, she had already amassed an enviable list of achievements and managed Mondstadt in the absence of Grand Master Varka, who was hardly missed thanks to the knight tirelessly watching over the city. Responsible and reliable, no one hesitated to turn to her when problems arose. Her skills were admired and respected, causing many to overlook the stress and inner conflicts that might weigh her down.

“Here’s some coffee.”

Jean stopped reading the document on her desk and looked up, watching as a white mug bearing the Knights of Favonius crest was placed just a few inches away.

“Thanks.”

“That’s your third one, and it’s not even ten in the morning,” they warned sternly.

“Details,” she dismissed casually.

“For Barbatos’ sake…”

“What?” She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the indignation.

“You work seven days a week, handling every conflict no matter the time, and you never take breaks or vacations. You’re holding up because you’re young, but you’re doing nothing for your well-being,” they stated firmly, though the concern was evident. “I want to take care of you. Let me look after you,” they added with sudden softness, the warmth in their gaze sending a shiver down her spine.

“I appreciate your intentions, but I’m not a child.”

“It’s exhausting that you keep rejecting me,” they sighed, tilting their head as they reached for one of the many piles of documents.

Jean glanced sideways and took a sip, wary of continuing the conversation due to its obvious double meaning. Companionship, friendship, love… All those things she had secretly read about in romance novels were now happening to her. However, her relationship with her 19-year-old comrade was treading into territories she was still hesitant to explore. As the older one and the leader of Mondstadt, she wasn’t sure if the power and influence she held had unconsciously affected this connection.

They had known each other since childhood and grew up together in the Knights of Favonius, developing a strong friendship that, at some point during adolescence, evolved into something deeper. Glances, physical contact, and words began to affect them differently, turning their shared moments into overwhelming and addictive experiences. She couldn't figure out how to handle the new direction things were taking or anticipate the consequences of taking the situation to the next level, which overwhelmed her more and more.

"Jean!"

The shout made her jump and look around, her gaze immediately settling on the figure of her desires and torment.

"W-What is it?" she asked breathlessly, placing a hand over her heart.

"I called you several times, and you didn’t respond," they explained, frowning. "Lunch hour is over, and you’re still in your seat. You need to stop."

"You know I can’t; there are…"

“We know each other well enough to realize it’s useless to argue with me,” they interrupted. “If I don’t stop you, you’d keep working until you collapse. You don’t take care of yourself the way you should.”

Jean leaned back against her chair, trying to maintain her composure. It was a familiar conversation by now.

“Time goes by so fast; I barely notice,” she admitted.

“You always do your best, but it’s a well-known fact that too many things happen here to leave the shelves empty at the end of the day. You can’t solve everything at once, so you need to balance your work before the years pass, and you realize you haven’t existed beyond these four walls.”

She gritted her teeth at the reprimand and tried to ignore the glimmer in their eyes, which subtly pleaded for her to dare to create a life beyond work.

“I understand, really,” she nodded, hoping they’d believe her, though it seemed she hadn’t succeeded.

“Come on. Let’s get some fresh air and grab something to eat on the way,” they decided, taking her hand firmly and helping her stand.

Jean protested with an exclamation and stumbled, gripping their chest to steady herself. Once she regained her balance, she noticed where she was touching and tried to pull away, her cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry!”

A different kind of silence enveloped them as the reader watched him process the situation, something indescribable emerging, making every hair stand on end. The reader held their breath, feeling the adrenaline rise, vaguely sensing that everything was about to change.

"I can't stand it," they announced, frustration and exhaustion radiating from every pore.

"What?"

"This situation, where we both know how we feel about each other, but we keep dancing around the topic without addressing it," they explained, moving closer until they were just inches apart. "I need to know..." they started, but, as she had said, they couldn't take it anymore.

With no patience left, they eliminated the distance between them and kissed her, using the free hand to gently cradle her face. Jean closed her eyes, unable to escape the tension that hardened every muscle, only needing a caress of the thumb against her cheek to erupt in a pleasant and relaxing tingle.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this," they confessed, gently brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face.

"I... I did too," she admitted, a knot in her stomach. "But I didn't know what to do. Work, dedication, and honor are all I know and…"

"Calm down. I know," they reassured with a kind smile. "You will be the heir of the Gunnhildr family, and I will provide the balance you lack. As a Knight of Favonius, I will fulfill my duty as an assistant to lighten your burden, and, if you'll allow me, as your lover, I will help you find happiness beyond this institution."

Jean felt her legs weaken from the immense affection she felt for someone who had been a great friend and was now proposing what she had longed for.

"Of course, of course."

She felt they wrap her in a hug, and after a few seconds, they kissed her again, celebrating having finally connected. They carefully rested her against the edge of the thick desk and pressed their figures together, a sound muffled by the rubbing of their crotches.

"Lie down," they murmured, leaning over her to encourage her to rest on the surface.

"Huh? Why?" she frowned, then looked over her shoulder at the documents and empty coffee cup.

"You'll see," they smiled, stretching to move the items out of the way.

"What will you do?" she insisted, complying, albeit hesitantly.

"Something you'll enjoy and, more importantly, relax you. You'll finally forget about work."

Once in place, they undid her belt and pulled down the fabric of her undergarments.

"‘Wait!" she exclaimed, propping herself up on her elbows. "Here!? What are you thinking?"

"Oh, right. Wait," they raised a hand in apology and went to lock the door.

"I didn't mean that," she gasped, utterly incredulous.

"Do you think I'll waste this moment? We've been patient for too many years. It's a time to celebrate," they said enthusiastically, leaving her with an accordion of fabric around her ankles over her white boots.

Jean blurted out random words as she tried to form a coherent thought, but it was impossible when she watched they lower themself and place his head between her thighs.

"I have about five excuses in case they ask, so don't worry," they winked.

Tenderly, they kissed the surrounding skin and soon made contact with the exposed intimacy. Automatically, she trembled and moaned, making small movements, unsure how to cope with the intense sensations.

"W-We shouldn't do this," she insisted, trying to stem the loss of control.

"Forget everything," they whispered, lips gently brushing against hers.

Jean closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. The mix of excitement and nerves kept her in a constant state of turmoil, each jolt reflecting the internal struggle between desire and logic. Despite this, the battle was lost when they began to pleasure her with real urgency, causing her to arch her back and lift herself off the surface.

"Slow down! I can't," she gasped, her mouth ajar in an attempt to draw in the air that wouldn't reach her lungs.

Obediently, they gave her a brief respite to prevent her from losing consciousness. She was clearly unused to pleasure, always so focused on her responsibilities that she'd never had the chance to enjoy herself. This act was overwhelming for her inexperienced body, which only knew altruism.

"Are you okay?" they asked, lifting their head from her pale thighs and replacing the contact with their fingers.

"Yeah, just... it's crazy."

Nothing in her tone indicated that she disliked what was happening; rather, it reflected the frustration of not having prepared for the day when this would finally happen. She'd blocked out what was happening between them so much that now the fantasies she'd repressed were hitting her like a gale, and she was nothing more than a dandelion at her complete mercy.

"Does it displease you?" they inquired, almost stopping completely.

"No, continue," she hurried, frowning and raising her head to look.

That command made them smile, and from then on, nothing could stop them, quickly bringing her closer to the release building in her belly. Every so often, she remembered where they were, but the longing was too strong for her to care anymore. She held on to what she could and took a deep breath, one hand going to hold their hair as she choked on her own breath.

Jean twisted her neck, pressed her lips together, and, with what strength she had left, stifled the loudest moan she'd ever produced. The climax shook her in places she'd never known could receive pleasure, her muscles trembling with a new experience beyond the exhaustion of physical exertion.

"You look absolutely beautiful, more than I could ever dream of."

The comment brought her back to reality, and she opened her eyes to admire them, even more warmth filling her at the compliment. She received comforting caresses and help to sit up, and once stabilized, she received a much calmer kiss on the lips.

"I should get dressed, just in case," she murmured, then lowered her gaze and acknowledged that she clearly needed to repay them.

"Right." they looked around unsuccessfully for a box of tissues. "Wait here, I'll get some so you can clean yourself up."

"No," she said, immediately grabbing their wrist. "Come home with me, and... then I'll wash it, along with your suit."

The blush on her cheeks turned almost red at the implication, and across from her, the other person froze.

"O-Okay. Sure, yeah," they nodded, immediately creating enough space for her to stand up and settle in.

They tried to stay normal and exchanged short phrases, pretending everything was ordinary, but the knowledge of what awaited them kept them expectant and anxious. As they left the building, they greeted their coworkers and admired the first stars, descending the stairs with their eyes fixed on the ground.

After the hidden truths came to light and the excitement of the moment faded, neither of them really knew how to act. Although the near future promised to be desired, their hearts beat with the need for some kind of relief from all the emotion.

Then, by accident, their knuckles brushed, and both of them flinched. They almost apologized but stopped when they realized how ridiculous it was. Frowning, they looked at each other, perplexed by how they were handling the situation.

"Can I hold your hand?" asked the younger of the two, taking the initiative once again.

Jean looked at the hand and took it, intertwining their fingers, puffing out her chest with the hint of a smile. Today, they were definitely starting a new chapter, and as the heir of the Gunnhildr clan, she couldn’t be left behind waiting for others to do all the work for her. That wasn’t the woman she had been raised to be, nor the one now leading Mondstadt. So, she gave it a firm squeeze and moved forward with her head held high.