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Crap, crap, crap.
Wei Ying cursed at herself as she practically flew down the street in the chilly autumn rain. The forecast had anticipated rain, but she totally wasn’t expecting rain this heavy, the streets nearly flooding after mere minutes of downpour. It would not have been big of a problem, if she had remembered to bring her umbrella with her.
But.
Unlucky for her, she had totally, utterly forgotten her umbrella. There it probably was, sitting on the dresser stand of their hallway. But it was no use now that she was already soaking from head to toe, the icky, wet clothes sticking to her skin as the rain kept mercilessly pouring down on the city streets.
It had been fun, tutoring Jin Ling, Sizhui and the others, really! Like it always was! She just shouldn't have forgotten the damn umbrella!
The side of the road had gathered quite a big amount of water into a puddle of respectable size, and a car drove past fast in the unusually empty roadway, sending a large splash flying. And where did it land?
Straight on top of Wei Ying, of course!
The car screeched away, leaving an even wetter and increasingly annoyed Wei Ying mutter an assortment of curses under her breath.
If she hadn't been properly drenched to the bone before, now she definitely was.
She took a couple of deep breaths before sprinting the remaining distance to home.
At the foot of the apartment building, Wei Ying reluctantly accepted that her luck was finally turning around. There were no neighbors in the stairway ready to judge her for letting a drop or two (or a ton) fall on the floor. Still, the trip on the elevator took what felt like an eternity (that’s what you get for living so high up), but finally she was standing behind the last obstacle before the warmth of her home and her wife. Wei Ying’s fingers were getting numb from the cold, but she managed, albeit stiffly, to tap the right code on the door’s keypad.
The door opened with a short bzzz and a clack, and Wei Ying haphazardly kicked her shoes vaguely to the direction of the shoe locker. She could put them somewhere to dry later, now she needed to get rid of her wet clothes as soon as possible. She huffed and puffed, but she only go the topmost buttons open, the others refusing to co-operate with her, which awakened yet again her silent stream of curses-
“Welcome home, Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying gave up with the buttons to look up to see Lan Zhan in her white blouse, holding up a towel. Whatever annoyance Wei Ying had had a moment ago dissipated quickly at the sight of her beautiful, beautiful Lan Zhan, her wife taking care of her…
“You forgot the umbrella,” Lan Zhan gently reprimanded her and just as gently enveloped Wei Ying’s upper body in the warmed up towel.
“I know, I know. Look at how wet I am, Lan Zhan, my clothes are dripping! And ah, it’s so cold outside already, how can that be? The weather is so merciless today, I’m freezing…”
“We are already two weeks into autumn,” Lan Zhan reminded her, while continuing patting her dry with the towel.
“But still, it definitely wasn’t this cold last year, I swear…” Wei Ying complained and sighed. “I think I need the hottest bath ever, Lan Zhan, can you-?”
“It is already done.”
Such beautiful words! Wei Ying’s heart was ready to melt. Lan Zhan really was too good, so thoughtful, so perfect…
She motioned for Lan Zhan to get closer, and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek.
“I’ll go ahead then,” she said in a low voice into Lan Zhan’s reddening ear and skipped to the bathroom, the coldness of her damp clothes almost forgotten.
A gimmicky undressing action and a quick shower later she stepped into the steamy water. She hissed at how her chilled skin and extremities tingled from the temperature shock. And her nipples were damn sore. It really had been too cold today. Wei Ying relaxed and sighed as the hot water enveloped her.
“Mhmmm… This feels heavenly,” she said drowsily to Lan Zhan, who was in the middle of picking up the clothes Wei Ying had discarded in the shower.
“That is good.” Lan Zhan smiled softly. “I will cook something light for us. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Water sloshed as Wei Ying quickly grabbed Lan Zhan’s hand.
“Nooo, don’t go, Lan Zhan. You come in, too!”
Lan Zhan raised her eyebrows slightly.
“What about food?”
“It can wait, I’m not really hungry… ” Wei Ying whined. “We spent so much money to have a bathtub this big, how can we not use it? Come on!”
Lan Zhan seemed to think about it briefly.
“Alright.”
Lan Zhan quickly hung the wet clothes to dry on the bathroom rack before starting to undress herself.
Lan Zhan’s clothes disappeared one by one, revealing more and more of her perfect figure, and Wei Ying couldn’t help sneaking in a peek or two. She was never going to get tired of admiring Lan Zhan’s smooth, flawless skin, the beautiful curve of her waist and back, her soft, round breasts, her dark nipples, her handsome face… Lan Zhan was like a model, tall and slender, but she was also decently muscular, and strong enough to be able to easily carry Wei Ying around. Wei Ying had many times been a happy victim of such tests of strength.
Sometimes Wei Ying wondered how on earth she managed to get together with someone as amazing as Lan Zhan. But honestly speaking, Wei Ying wasn’t exactly bad-looking herself (quite the contrary). They loved each other, and that was all that really mattered.
After a brief shower Lan Zhan was ready to join her. Wei Ying leaned forward to make room for Lan Zhan to get in behind her. After Lan Zhan had made herself comfortable, Wei Ying leaned back so that she was practically sitting on Lan Zhan’s lap. She pressed herself against Lan Zhan’s chest, and after happily feeling the soft mounds lightly squish against her back (and hearing Lan Zhan’s sharp intake of breath), she finally let her head rest against Lan Zhan’s shoulder.
They rested like that a while, silently, the sound of rain drowning the echo of their breathing. A constant stream of raindrops ticked against the window.
The sounds of rain, the feeling of warm water and Lan Zhan’s grounding presence behind her, Wei Ying would have been content with the moment lasting forever. However, despite the drowsy atmosphere, she really wanted to tease her wife, if only just a little. It was her treat for enduring a freezing rain and working hard the entire day, after all.
Sneakily, she brushed her hand against Lan Zhan's thigh, making it twitch slightly. The touch was so light it could have easily passed as accidental.
Of course, Wei Ying was greedy, and no way a small touch like that was going to do anything to quench her thirst! She closed her eyes and let her fingers travel slowly upwards, until they teased at Lan Zhan's inner thigh, the motion suddenly intensely familiar.
Then, in a blink of an eye, she wasn’t in their bathroom anymore. The familiar scent of sandalwood mingling with the sweet smell of the soap filled her senses.
Wei Ying opened her eyes slightly. The edges of the tub were now of dark-colored timber, and noticeably closer. The storm still boomed outside, but it was even louder than a moment ago. The little amount of light passed through a window lattice, painting an intricate pattern on the floor.
Wei Ying could feel the heavy presence of Lan Zhan behind, the sudden hard chest, as well as something hard touching the small of her back. There was also the phantom feeling of something extra between her own legs, the weight there unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. Like in a dream, the body she was in moved like by itself, hips moving against the one behind her.
The splashes of the water mixed with boom of the rain outside.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the vision faded. She was back in their brightly lit bathroom, the last traces of the phantom hardnesses lingering before disappearing.
She hadn't even noticed herself actually moving her hips against Lan Zhan's lap before the water sloshed loudly against the edges of the bathtub, nearly spilling out.
She stopped to catch her breath. Lan Zhan was also breathing heavily.
"Lan Zhan." Wei Ying asked lowly. "Did you see it, too?" Did you remember it, too?
Lan Zhan wrapped an arm around her and embraced her tightly.
"I did."
Wei Ying sighed deeply, relaxing into Lan Zhan's embrace. The visions, memories, were a rare occurrence but very vivid ones.
Her body nearly trembled in arousal.
She wondered if Lan Zhan was feeling the same.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying called again.
"Hm?"
"The water is getting cold."
"It is."
Wei Ying turned her head just enough to see the bright red tint on Lan Zhan's ear and neck.
"Let's get out," Wei Ying whispered suggestively, a wicked smile spreading on her face, "and to the bed."
She almost laughed when she heard a loud gasp behind her, and felt a pair of strong hands briefly travel across her body before pushing her lightly to signal her to step up and out of the tub.
They took a hurried shower in silence, neither of them wanting to ruin the mood. There was no need for words.
Wei Ying had barely patted herself dry when Lan Zhan was already pulling her towards the bedroom and their king-sized bed.
Wei Ying was hoisted up and practically thrown on the bed, Lan Zhan following and straddling her.
Lan Zhan took a hold of Wei Ying's chin and kissed her fiercely and deeply. Wei Ying sighed into the kiss, as Lan Zhan cupped her hand on her entrance. There was a slick sound as two of her fingers dipped inside.
"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan pulled back from the kiss. "You are soaked."
"Well... I did come out of the bath just a moment ago." Wei Ying said teasingly, making sure her voice was dripping with fake innocence.
"You know what I mean" Lan Zhan retorted, just the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. Wei Ying bit her lip suggestively.
"Are you saying you’re not, then? Let me see!"
"No." Lan Zhan denied her, keeping her down with the hand that wasn't playing with Wei Ying's slit.
“Why not? I want to touch you, too!” she whined playfully and tried to twist herself free, with no success. Lan Zhan wouldn't budge, just gave a couple of fast rubs against Wei Ying's sweet spot with deadly precision, making Wei Ying whimper and buck her hips upwards into the touch. How unfair!
"Later."
Wei Ying wanted to argue, just a little bit, but then Lan Zhan made a completely unfair move involving her sweet spot and clit at the same time, and she couldn't do much but moan and move her hips to get more of the delicious pressure.
Lan Zhan really hadn't remarked about her wetness for nothing, Wei Ying could hear it herself every time Lan Zhan moved her fingers in and out of her.
Wei Ying moaned as Lan Zhan lowered her head to take her clit into her mouth and sucked and lightly nipped it with her teeth, never ceasing with the movement of her fingers. The double sensation made lights spark behind Wei Ying’s eyes, and she felt her peak already getting closer and closer, but-
But there was something… missing maybe?
It felt amazing, but she wanted even more.
A little thread of the earlier vision had lingered in her mind, the pieces of memories suddenly appearing and vanishing just as quickly. Nonetheless, she had an idea...
"Lan Zhan, wait!" She gasped, despite the heavenly work of Lan Zhan's strong fingers. The rising pleasure came to a halt as Lan Zhan looked up at her in alarm.
"Is something wrong?"
Wei Ying did her best not to move her hips to chase the feeling of Lan Zhan's fingers deeper inside her.
"No, it's not like that... I've got an idea!"
Lan Zhan nodded, despite the slightly dubious look on her face that in any other situation would have made Wei Ying laugh.
But now, she restrained herself, and rose so her lips were close enough to kiss the elegant curve of Lan Zhan's ear.
"Lan Zhan, Lan-er-jiejie," Wei Ying whispered, taking a hold on Lan Zhan's hand and moving it lower. "Put it in here."
Wei Ying winked at Lan Zhan for good measure.
Lan Zhan still looked mildly suspicious of this new turn of events, but nonetheless gathered a generous amount of slick from Wei Ying's slit on her fingers, and started gently circling Wei Ying's lower hole. She slowly sank one finger in, not too far, intently watching Wei Ying's face for any sign of discomfort.
"Does it hurt?" Lan Zhan asked.
Wei Ying's heart leaped at the concern shown. Lan Zhan was so good, so good..
But, to Wei Ying's surprise, it didn't hurt too much.
It actually... felt pretty good!
"It's not too bad, you can put it deeper-"
"Wait."
"?"
Lan Zhan moved to rummage through their nightstand, pulling out a container of what Wei Ying guessed was lube. This time she laughed.
"Oooh, Lan Zhan! You were actually prepared for this? Naughty!" she teased her wife, lightly tapping Lan Zhan's backside with her foot.
Lan Zhan didn't say anything, but the red on her ears deepened in shade. There was a noise of the container opening, and then two fingers with cold lube were on Wei Ying's hole, gently coaxing her open.
Wei Ying closed her eyes, hissing at the sensation.
There was a mild stinging pain that mixed with the constant pleasure that spread to her labia every time Lan Zhan moved her fingers, slowly reaching deeper and deeper. At times Lan Zhan let her adjust, and Wei Ying could feel her own pulse beating against Lan Zhan's fingers.
Then, the fingers pulled out, and Wei Ying almost shrieked at the sudden loss of touch.
"Whah...?! Why did you stop?"
"You looked like you were in pain. And you are too tight." Lan Zhan explained calmly.
"It wasn't that bad. You're so mean Lan Zhan, it was just getting exciting!" Wei Ying pouted while Lan Zhan gave her a suspicious look. "But you're right, this position is a little difficult to relax in while having a finger up my ass."
"Turn around, then. So you can relax, and I can go deeper."
Wei Ying's holes clenched at that, and she hurried to oblige. Ass up and head down, she arched her back and wiggled her hips a little to invite Lan Zhan's fingers back in. Lan Zhan sighed behind her, before applying more lube and entering once more.
The change of angle was exhilarating.
Wei Ying relaxed, her upper body slumping deeper into the mattress. Every stroke of Lan Zhan's fingers made an intense tingling sensation go up and down her spine, and the hairs on her back rose up in goosebumps. She moaned as Lan Zhan moved her fingers in and out, getting a little deeper each time. Wei Ying panted, her clit was swollen and sensitive, and she was torn between closing her legs to get more pressure and spreading them further to give Lan Zhan a better access to her back entrance. She settled on moving her hips in time with Lan Zhan's movements, focusing on the sensations, it was so good, so intense-
A sudden scandalized-sounding gasp behind her woke Wei Ying up from her pleasure-induced haze and she raised and turned her head in confusion to see if something was wrong.
She saw what appeared to be Lan Zhan, staring wildly at Wei Ying's nether region. Wei Ying shifted enough to look between her own legs, and…
Oh!
No wonder Lan Zhan was staring at it like that.
There was a thin, long string of slick coming out of her swollen pussy.
Wei Ying felt heady.
Growling, Lan Zhan bit into Wei Ying's shoulder and then shoved her back down into the mattress, fingers furiously pumping in and out of her.
Wei Ying was more than happy to take the rough treatment, and she keened as her own hand flew to her own clit to clumsily rub it. Tears welled in her eyes, and she kept moaning and gasping while trying to give Lan Zhan’s other hand better access to her overflowing slit. Both of her holes were filled to the brim, she had never felt so full before.
It was simply amazing.
"Lan Zhan, next time-" Wei Ying managed between gasping breaths, "next time, you can–nh–use a toy on me, and you absolutely have to pin me down properly, you hear me, Lan Zhan? Or, or you can take me against the window, so someone might see how turned on I am, Lan Zhan, mmprf-"
Fingers were harshly thrusted into Wei Ying's mouth, turning her nearly incoherent blabbering into even more incoherent moaning. She could taste herself on the fingers, making her hips buck wildly.
"Be quiet!" Lan Zhan warned her, but returned the silencing hand back to Wei Ying's dripping slit.
Wei Ying laughed.
"Don't worry Lan Zhan, the walls are soundproof, don't you remem- ah!"
Wei Ying yelped as Lan Zhan suddenly picked up the pace and thrusted into her lower entrance particularly roughly. Her hips couldn't follow the rhythm anymore, and just focused on clenching on Lan Zhan's slender fingers, trying to encourage Lan Zhan go deeper, go faster, anything-
“Lan Zhan, I think I’m–”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan called her, voice raspy. Wei Ying moaned loudly in answer, she was so close she was going mad, just a bit more–
“Come!” Lan Zhan commanded, and it finally tipped over. Wei Ying came with a sob, her muscles convulsing around Lan Zhan’s fingers almost painfully. Her body slumped on the bed, boneless, and she gasped as Lan Zhan milked the very last drop of her orgasm.
Wei Ying was utterly spent, her thighs drenched from her juices.
Lan Zhan took her fingers out gently, making Wei Ying whimper weakly at the loss of fullness.
After swiping her fingers on the earlier forgotten towel, Lan Zhan carefully maneuvered herself to take Wei Ying into a loose hug, careful not to touch her with the dirty hands.
Wei Ying sleepily raised her head to kiss Lan Zhan chastely on the lips.
"I'll help you in a minute, ok? Although, I think I need more than one," Wei Ying offered, head slumping down again.
"It is okay. Take your time."
A happy smile bloomed on Wei Ying's lips.
"Lan Zhan, my dear Lan Zhan... I really am lucky to have you," she whispered.
Lan Zhan smiled at her as well, and leaned over to land a tender kiss on her lips.
"I am the lucky one."
Wei Ying giggled, heart singing in happiness.
Sometimes, getting caught in the autumn rain was definitely worth it.