The practice was going well, yet, something felt different.Â
The sounds of their steps echoed with the music that bounced off the walls. Each step was carefully planned, skirt lifting with each turn. Each pull towards him or push away felt weightless. Nothing but the music playing was all they needed to communicate and give cues. She didnât worry if she was going to fall, or if she was going to trip over herself during complicated steps. Coming back from a spin, her hands rest lower than where sheâs supposed to place them.Â
Yet, Lumine couldnât help but think: Was Dainsleif always this attentive? Did he always look so... warm? No, thatâs not the right word to express the emotion on his face. Sheâs lost, letting him take full control of what sheâs doing. Not realizing sheâs reciprocating what sheâs seeing.
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Lumine had always been a light sleeper, especially since monsters were still a thing and she often slept outside; not so much anymore since she had been gifted that teapot, but she still hadnât finished decorating it and still preferred the open world of Teyvat.
Feeling the other cover her up, she had shifted and eventually rolled over, blinking awake. âDain?â She asked, voice a bit raspy from the nap before stretching, careful not to wake Paimon. âWhat are you doing here?â
   He first thought it was just as well this distant foreigner only happened to visit the tavern when Diluc himself wasnât working - but then came the suspicion that it might very well be on purpose, what with the strange rumors that his presence in Mondstadt inspired and the sheer lack of intelligence his network could provide about him, almost as if his records had been deliberately redacted from history. Catching a glimpse of him from a distance only furthered the businessmanâs vigilance, when something about the stranger felt so eerily familiar and threatening at the same time. When he reached for something to keep his hands busy with as the thought bounced around in his head, itâs a four-pointed star he whittled, reminiscent of a shape associated with broken trust. Itâs utterly black and burnt that it would somehow end up placed at the strangerâs table when he next visited. A greeting, or a warning ? That was for Dainsleif to decide.
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âDainsleif, will you attend the wedding with me?â Scaramouche has been good, and itâs rude to turn down his invitation. Plus, sheâs visited Hu Tao a few times, and has come to like her. âI have the wedding gifts already picked out for us.âÂ
Thereâs talk among the knights. A man, blond and tall, dressed in unusual clothing having made his way to Mondstadt. He had an eyepatch as well, and dark clothes that seemed familiar to Kaeyaâs. Actually, a few people already came up to him and asked if he was expecting someone. The first time, he denied it, brushing it off. It wasnât uncommon for the others to question anyone who looked strangely would be âconnectedâ to the captain. However, after another few times, and more denials, he finally decides to go visit this man.
I wonder...
Walking into Angelâs Share later that day, eye scanning the room for this âstrangerâ. It doesnât take long, for Dainsleif truly stands out among the crowd. Even in the corner where he sits, other bottles in front of him.Â
Some habits donât die, hmm?
He approaches, not hiding the click of his boots or the sound of his Vision tapping against his hip. Thereâs no manners from him as he moves around the table, taking a seat in front of his mentor.
âCare for some company?â He finally says as he finishes sitting down. Elbow props itself up on the table, cheek resting against his palm. âYou should of told me you were coming to visit. Youâre a little early for the Ludi Harpastum, and thereâs no festivities going on at this moment.â
â˝ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart, it's one of those rare times where Dainsleif is a little less composed than he'd like to be. Hopefully Lumine won't mind too much?
âI want to make you feel good.â Dainsleif's voice was breathy when he murmurs against her ear, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. The pace is languid, but it gradually begins to pick up the more worked up that he himself becomes. "So .... Just relax, Lumine."
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It wasnât the first time theyâve had sex, and neither would it be the last, but the forwardness took her off guard. She wasnât used to it, but thatâs not to say she didnât like it, either. Fingers curled and pressed into his skin, nuzzling his back with the pressure of her nails. Face buried against his neck as it began to burn with warmth. She did everything she could not to be so tense, to be so tight as he slipped in his fingers between her folds. Her back arched as she felt them be inserted, chest pressing against his own. The soft flutters of content sighs raise and fall with her breathing.
âIâm OK, Dain.â
It didnât hurt - she swallowed hard as he began to move. The pace easing her to relax. Hips gently moved in time with his rhythm with her grip becoming tighter on his skin as he speeds up. Itâs been quite a while since heâs not as composed as he normally is. Was there a specific reason to it? The question never leaves her mind. Not like the soft pants and moans did, and increasing in volume. Inner walls that were once taught around his fingers loosened, his fingers becoming slicker as fluids began to coat the digits. It was easier to move, though she hadnât fully relaxed as he did pick up the page.
âMmm...â Her eyes closed, the warmth spreading through her body, weighing heavily on her stomach.
