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The dead body of the full moon appears high above her head when Beidou has just finished docking. Surprisingly, they have not run into any parking violations, though it’s more tedious this time due to the amount of legal goods they have on board.
Most of her crews have retired to their home in the harbor. A few exceptions like Sea Drake, Juza, Furong, and Kazuha choose to stay on the ship. Kazuha in particular has been a lot more dodgy with his answers when Beidou persuaded him to go to the Jade Chamber with her. Beidou made sure Kazuha knows that he always has a place there, in which Kazuha answered with an airy laugh and a soft, “I know.”
So, after making sure everything is accounted for for the second time, Beidou begins her ascend to the Jade Chamber. The night air is chilly, but Beidou feels warm. A smile unconsciously forms across her face as the prospect of seeing her wife nears. She hops off the platform as it levels with the Jade Chamber and jogs inside.
There is no one around, including that one annoying, obtuse guard stationed at the front door of the Jade Chamber. The hall inside is dim; Ningguang has retired to her chamber, then. Good. Beidou would feel sad if she found her wife still working at such an hour. The speed at which she takes herself to Ningguang’s chamber is not slow, though she does her best to suppress the noise of her boots against the wooden floor.
Just as she was about to open the door to the chamber, she heard something. Beidou stills.
It’s the sound of labored breathing— Ningguang ’s labored breathing. Is she having a nightmare ? It’s not a rare occurrence for both of them. Beidou knows how Ningguang nightmares manifest into her sleeping habits, and this one …
Beidou opens the door—ready to come to her wife’s aid—to her name being spoken again and again in whines and whimpers, desperate and lust-filled, and her wife’s three fingers deep in her own sex, dripping.
Oh.
Oh .
Well, this is quite the rare occurrence for her. In fact, she has never walked into her wife masturbating .
Ningguang stops in her movement, alarm settles in her dazed gaze. Then, as she begins to assess the situation, her jaw drops, and the color of her pace pales—as much as it can, with her completely flushed state.
Beidou can only watch as several different emotions fleet across in Ningguang’s countenance, and she can’t stop the fondness in her voice as warmth creeps into the deepest part of her heart. “It seems that you’ve missed me, my moon.”
“Beidou,” is all Ningguang can manage, still stupefied.
Instead of approaching her wife, Beidou settles herself on a couch across the bed. Ignoring the betrayed look on Ningguang's face, which, admittedly, is very hard, she leans her elbows against her thighs and says, “Go on. Finish what you’ve started. Let me see you.”
There’s a frustrated frown forming between Ningguang’s eyebrows as her face flushes dark red, but she obliges nonetheless with a huff as she brings her finger back to the wetness between her legs wordlessly. But Ningguang is Ningguang, and Beidou should’ve seen it coming when Ningguang spreads her legs for Beidou to see while slowly inserting two fingers into her sex and sensually gropes her own breast.
Two can play this game; Ningguang has accepted the challenge, her previous embarrassment and stupefaction completely forgotten.
“Beidou, come here, love,” Ningguang says, breath hitched. Mist clouds her red wine eyes, something primal in it sets ablaze the base of Beidou’s stomach. Her jaws open in a silent moan as she hits a spot. “Please.”
Beidou tilts her head in faux innocence, ignoring the discomfort between her own legs. “I’ve interrupted you, so I want to let you finish. You can, can’t you?”
“I can’t, Beidou, please— I need you ,” She says, like a plea, and throws her head back as she rolls her clit between her fingers, just the way she knows would make Beidou lose her mind. “ Beidou .”
And Beidou watches with undivided attention, enraptured, watching Ningguang making a show of touching herself, trying to reach her high with Beidou’s name spilling from her lips. The way her hips stutter, grinding down against her own fingers as she tries to thrust deep; the way her thighs jump and jolt and her body shudders with pleasure washing her spine. The sight is breathtaking, and Beidou has never seen anything like it. She rakes her nail into her own skin to prevent herself from pouncing at the woman before her—it probably draws blood.
“You’re so beautiful, Ningguang,” Beidou says, her voice thick with pure lust and adoration, and suddenly she feels inadequate. Beautiful can’t quite describe what Ningguang is. This time, Beidou can only worship her with her gaze from across the room.
“Beidou, touch me, love,” Ningguang pleads between breathless moans, hooking her finger into her nipple and fastens her pace, rotating her wrist to hit the places Beidou knows she likes. “I want you inside me, darling.”
Love, darling.
In that moment, there is only Ningguang, the sound of her moans and whines and the obscene squelching of her fingers moving inside of her bouncing off the four corners of the chamber.
Beidou rises from her seat and walks closer, stopping only at the edge of the bed where Ningguang is. But before her wife can stop her movement and scramble closer, looking for the touch she’s been craving all night, and maybe even more, Beidou tuts. “Keep going, my moon, keep going. You’re doing so great.”
Fueled by the praise, Ningguang doubles her efforts. She tries to bury her face into the pillow from having Beidou watching her from so close , eyes looking up at her lover with tears burning at the corners, but Beidou holds her chin between her thumb and index finger and tilts it up.
“I love seeing you like this, so needy ,” Beidou whispers closer to Ningguang’s face, and she can see the way Ningguang shudders. “So cute. Do you need me that bad, Ningguang?”
Ningguang moans, high-pitched and loud. “Yes, Beidou—please, I—”
“What? You can’t cum without me?”
“No—Beidou—”
“But you can,” Beidou asserts, but her gaze softens. She kisses her lover’s pale lashes, featherlight, heart melting at the way Ningguang rocks against herself harder. “Look, you’re doing so well, love. Dripping all over, just for me .”
Moving the hand on her breast down to touch her clit, Ningguang whimpers.
“Hmm, that’s it,” Beidou coos. “Imagine it’s me, touching you. Would you like me to fuck you like this, Ah-Guang? Fingers deep inside while playing with your clit?”
Ningguang’s answer is muffled by her moan as the image of Beidou fucking her appears in her mind.
Soon, with tender encouragement of small pecks whispered praises against the shell of her ear and the skin of her cheek, Ningguang reaches her peak; her body tensing and shuddering for a moment before she grows slack on her bedsheet, twitching. All while Ningguang is coming down from her high, Beidou finally sits on the bed, peppering kisses all over her face before finally capturing the other woman’s lips with her own. Ningguang sighs at the attention and purchases her hands around Beidou’s neck.
“Hello, my heart,” Beidou whispers into the almost non-existent space between them. “I’m home.”
Ningguang hums, clearly still in her blissed-out state, what with her hazy gaze and labored breathing that begins to calm. “Must you do that to me?” She asks finally, after she has regained some sort of clarity.
At this, Beidou becomes uncharacteristically shy. “I thought it’d be rude to interrupt.”
“You can tell me you love to see me pleasure myself, darling,” Ningguang says, and Beidou’s pout makes her laugh. “If you can burn with your gaze, the whole Jade Chamber would’ve gone down with you.”
Beidou hums, kissing the side of Ningguang’s nose. She smells like glaze lily, sweat, and tobacco, with a hint of something more, and Beidou thinks she can’t get enough. “I wouldn’t want that …,” she says, low, across the expanse of Ningguang’s neck that glistens with sweat. She kisses the column of her throat.
“Is it time for my reward?” Ningguang says sultrily, moving closer towards Beidou. “I’ve been such a good girl, haven’t I, Captain?”
Beidou can’t help but laugh—though it is filled with nothing but adoration. “I’ll give you your reward if you ask nicely.”
Ningguang chuckles. “You’re demanding tonight, love.”
“Only because I miss you so much,” Beidou says as she descends lower, trailing kisses to Ningguang’s sternum through her nightgown that leaves ghostly burns in its wake. She reaches Ningguang hips, feeling the dip of her hipbone with her thumb, before she snakes lower and settles to her thigh. She crawls closer until she’s on top of Ningguang, her wife’s legs on either sides of her waist.
There’s something warm that brews in her chest as she watches Ningguang’s expectant gaze. Something that … tickles. Beidou moves her hand closer to Ningguang’s sex, kneading her skin tenderly, then stops just a couple of inches from her heat. The strokes around the skin are languid that draws a sigh from Ningguang. Beidou’s other hand snakes from Ningguang ribs to the base of her breast, her touch is almost without pressure.
“Beidou, stop teasing me,” Ningguang huffs, clearly exasperated.
Beidou smiles. “You’ll have to ask nicely, dearest.”
A breathless chuckle. “I’ve done what you want without objection. You have to try me if you want me to beg.”
“Hmm,” Beidou says. She gently presses a thumb over Ningguang’s outer lips and drags it upwards with an agonizing pace until she finds her clit and presses on it: the contact draws out an arch of a back and a groan. “I see. Challenge accepted.”
Beidou tugs upward on Ningguang’s nightgown and the latter shifts so she can remove it. Once the last fabric of clothing on Ningguang’s person has been discarded, Beidou leans over to take one of Ningguang’s nipples into her mouth, while her hand takes another one. She rubs her outer lips with two fingers, up and down , but never delves inside; there are fingers tightening their hold within Beidou’s hair and Ningguang cries with a particular suck on her areola.
“Beidou …,” Ningguang breathes. She grinds her hip against Beidou’s fingers, canting it in some angels that would make her fingers enter her just so if Beidou isn’t being so stubborn. There’s an impatient tug on Beidou’s hair that makes her chuckle.
“Does Ah-Guang want me inside?”
“ Yes ,” Ningguang nods eagerly, which draws another infatuated laugh from Beidou.
“Say it, then.” Beidou takes Ningguang’s clit on her thumb and index fingers and gives it a little pinch: something that’s hard enough to draw a moan out of Ningguang’s throat.
Ningguang bites her lower lip in her act of deviance, her moans turned into muffled whimpers, as she keeps grinding downward desperately.
Sighing in mock disappointment, Beidou stops her movement and removes her hand from Ningguang’s sex completely, only hovering above it. Beidou almost gives in when she sees the panicked look on Ningguang’s face.
“Beidou!”
Beidou brings her hand to her face, inspecting the fluids that coats it, before taking it into her mouth. Ningguang can only watch in stunned silence.
“Say it.”
Beidou sees the slight resistance of uncertainty in Ningguang’s eyes before they are once again filled with want. The tears on the corner of Ningguang’s pleasure-addled eyes look divine , and so Beidou kisses them away in a kiss, salty.
“I want you inside, please, Beidou,” Ningguang says finally, barely above a whisper.
Beidou wonders if she should stay her ground and ask Ningguang to repeat it louder, but finds Ningguang’s low moan as she inserts two fingers matters more than anything else. Beidou bites back a groan with the tightness and warmth around her fingers, laughing at the way that she’s met with almost zero resistance.
“Look at that—you’re so wet it’s so easy to get into you.”
Beidou gives Ningguang’s nipple a last tweak just to mess with her before going down, face hovering just above Ningguang’s lower abdomen. The latter throws her head back with a strangled moan when Beidou gyrates her wrist to hit a spot on the upside and massages it gently, the way that has Ningguang’s legs jolting. She keeps the pace, gentle but deep, reaching every spot she can and curling her fingers at the place she knows will draw an arch of Ningguang’s back.
But that is it. Beidou is gentle, the move of her fingers just enough to draw out pleasure, but not for Ningguang to reach her peak. That is never her intention, after all. Beidou wants to know how long Ningguang can go with this game of theirs, how long can Beidou milk her lust-addled sounds before she breaks her apart.
“Beidou— ahh … I’m, I’m so close,” Ningguang struggled to say. Beidou only hums in acknowledgement onto Ningguang’s stomach where she knows the warmth must be pooling, so eager to be let go. Of course Beidou is aware; the stutter of Ningguang’s hips, the way she pulls on her hair and claws on her shoulder, the unintentional gasps escaping her swollen lips: are all too familiar to Beidou, who has had the privilege of creating this again and again and again.
Beidou spreads her fingers in the way that draws out a cry but not enough for her release—just about , keeping Ningguang around the edge. Beidou vaguely notices how the muscles of her arms begin to burn, but frankly she doesn’t care. When she sees the tears rolling down from the corner of Ningguang's lovely half-lidded, pleasure driven eyes, Beidou only wants more.
“Tell me, my heart,” Beidou says, low and unhurried, a smile making an appearance on her countenance when Ningguang erratically moves her body against Beidou's fingers to chase her high, only for Beidou to slow down and deprive her of what she needs the most. “Tell me what you need, what you want.”
Beidou watches fondly as Ningguang musters herself—commendable effort, adorable effort, Beidou thinks—but the air that is filled with gasps and moans is a sign of betrayal of her endeavors. Still Beidou waits patiently, with a little tease of a flick of her thumb over her clit, or a gentle nibble on the skin of her thigh.
“I want—I need you,” Ningguang says. “Only you.”
Warmth spreads from the center of Beidou’s heart throughout her body. She climbs up to kiss the corner of Ningguang’s eye, her heart feeling so full yet so hungry for more. Because the only medicine to her incurable love for Ningguang is her insatiable hunger for Ningguang.
“I'm already yours. I will only ever be yours,” replies Beidou. She inserts another finger and shudders when Ningguang lets out a long, satisfied moan and clamps down on her fingers. But she doesn’t pick up her pace. This is but a little gift. “But I want you to be specific.” She kisses Ningguang's shoulder and the underside of the shell of her ear. “Tell me how you want me.”
Ningguang, already being on the edge for some frustrating time, says, “Your fingers—” a gasp, “fucking me.”
Beidou chuckles. Usually she would be so eager to please, but they have a challenge to uphold this time, after all. She doesn't intend to deprive Ningguang of a good struggle . “I already am?”
“ Harder , Beidou,” Ningguang breathes exasperatedly, even if only half-hearted for Beidou knows she enjoys being toyed with like this. Only Beidou knows this side of Ningguang, the respected figure and protector of Liyue, and it sends her mind spinning.
“And, my dearest, what did I say? Ask nicely, and maybe I'll consider.” And Beidou keeps her around the edge, still, the thrusts of her fingers deep and unhurried, sending sparks across Ningguang’s spine but not enough. Still not enough . Just a word away. “Or you have forgotten about it? Does this feel so good that you can't remember anything? Do you like this, my love, being kept on edge?”
“ Fuck ,” Ningguang gasps which Beidou is sure comes both from the particular thrust of her fingers and from her hefty request. “Please, Beidou , just—please let me come.”
Beidou is helpless when Ningguang pulls her down and kisses her, open mouthed and unmistakably desperate, hips chasing and clamping down Beidou’s fingers. So the pirate gives in as she finally picks up her pace and thrust her fingers in along with her hips, each one drawing a gasp from Ningguang who claws at her shoulders, clinging for dear life. Don’t stop, Beidou , Ningguang would beg into her ears, and there’s nothing she can do but to give her what she wants.
So she keeps going, keeps thrusting, her other hand snakes down to rub Ningguang’s clit in tandem, and—oh, how Ningguang’s sobs turn her knees weak. It doesn’t take long for Ningguang to finally have her second orgasm that night. It does , however, stun Beidou as Ningguang squirts all over her hands, her clothes, and the sheet beneath them that her thrusts falter for but a moment.
It’s a good thing that Beidou is a sailor equipped with dealing unexpected things. She quickly regains her pace and draws out Ningguang’s orgasm, which, to her delight, is longer than before.
Beidou retracts her hand and leans backward a bit when Ningguang goes slack, her chest rises and falls heavily with exertion. She’s tempted to take this chance to clean them both up with warm towels, but she wants Ningguang to see the mess she’s created. So she waits, drawing soothing circular patterns on her wife’s still twitching thighs.
It takes some moments for Ningguang to process everything, but her already flushed face turns even redder when she sees the mess. “Oh,” she says smartly.
Beidou laughs. “Seems you like the reward a lot, hm, my moon?”
“I can’t lie nor reason myself out of this one,” Ningguang sighs in surrender.
Beidou then goes to retrieve warm towels and clean both of them up, shrugging at the mess on the bedsheets and her own clothes because, oh well, that’ll be Baishi’s to deal with! Beidou then changes into something comfortable before joining her wife back in their shared bed, snuggling close as she pulls up a duvet to cover them both.
“To be honest with you, I’ve never expected this turn of events,” Beidou murmurs amusedly to Ningguang’s chest.
“You say that as if we don’t have sex whenever you just come back from your voyage.”
“Not that part, silly. I didn’t know I would ever walk on you masturbating.”
Ningguang hums. “What if I say I fantasize about it, a lot ? You walking in on me getting off in my office, or the bathroom, or one of the stalls at Pear—”
“ Ningguang ,” Beidou laughs. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And this unbelievable person is also the only one who has you wrapped around her fingers,” Ningguang argues back, albeit fondly. A little smugly.
“Yeah.” Beidou inhales Ningguang’s scent again, more ink and less glaze lilies. “That you do.”