okay this is kind of specific but what about childe seeing you in a lacy nightgown as youβre both ready to head to sleep?
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When you walked into the room, his eyes were immediatly drawn to your movement, but when he saw what you were wearing all other aspects of his attention were on you.
The way the material clung to your skin, the sheen reflection it gave off under the flickering lights in the bedroom, the lace that rested over your chest and circled the bottom hem like a perfect adornment to the gift you were.
He shifted, unsure if watching you was more enjoyable than taking matters into his own hands. It was all up in the air, especially the parts of his brain there were usually capable of rational thought.
You sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers pulling your hair over your shoulder and giving him a perfect view of your back.
"Childe, can you pass me that container?" He heard you, mmhm, he heard you but it was like listening to someone scream underwater. "Childe?"
Twisting, you looked at him and the laugh that trickled from your throat was so incredible.
"Do you like this? I bought it the other day." Standing, you gave him a show. Twisting and spinning to let him see how it flared out at the bottom, just enough, how the strap stubbornly kept falling down your shoulder, perfect, how it complemented your eyes so well he nearly lost himself in them, dangerous.
"Do they have anymore?" He finally spoke, his question catching you slightly off guard.
"Mm, probably - why do you ask?"
"No reason, just convienent."
Childe very much liked it, in fact, he couldn't get enough.
