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Wei Ying is already on her way to tipsy, 3 cups of wine in, when she pulls on Lan Zhan’s sleeve.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, won’t you drink with me?”
It’s a Friday night; she has no obligations the entire weekend and so when she leaves to the kitchen and returns with a glass Wei Ying lights up, beaming. Lan Zhan doesn’t drink for anybody but Wei Ying and even that is rare. She enjoys sharing things with her, always wants to share things with her and make her light up but she doesn’t quite enjoy missing memories of her time being drunk. She becomes, for lack of a better way to put it, jealous of the drunk her that has experiences with Wei Ying that she won’t remember. She wants to remember everything about Wei Ying.
Wei Ying pours her the glass of wine and she downs it, prepared for the intense sleepiness that overtakes her. She rests her head on the table and when she comes to Wei Ying is watching her with her chin pillowed in the palm of her hand.
“Hi, Lan Zhan,” she croons.
“Hi,” she says back, helplessly. Her girlfriend is so pretty.
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, water first though!”
Water is good for drunk people. Lan Zhan knows this because she always makes sure Wei Ying drinks water when she is drunk. And now it is her turn being drunk so it is her turn to drink water. She downs the cup and then immediately goes to the bathroom because now she has to pee.
When she comes back she sits close to Wei Ying on the couch and Wei Ying puts on a new heist movie they haven't seen yet. Wei Ying likes heist movies. There is a new cup of water on the side table that she takes a sip from and then puts back down.
"He's gonna die, I'm calling it," Wei Ying says five minutes in. Lan Zhan hums at her.
Another five minutes and she says "and this guy's totally gonna betray them or something." Lan Zhan hums again. Wei Ying keeps making little comments as she normally does and Lan Zhan indulges her aimless comments easily like she normally doesn't. Half an hour in and Wei Ying is waving her hand around as she complains about something happening on screen. Wei Ying has such nice hands, pale, soft, quick and nimble.
Lan Zhan reaches out and grabs it, pulling it down into her lap and twining their fingers together.
Wei Ying laughs, "Lan Zhan! You want to hold my hand so badly?"
"Mn." She says, giving it a squeeze.
"Okay, jiejie," she says, laughing again. Wei Ying's laughs are one of her favorite sounds.
Wei Ying drinks her wine and Lan Zhan sips her water. She gets up, disgruntledly untangling their fingers, to pee once more before she even finishes her second cup of water. She joins their hands again when she is back.
Wei Ying's rants and rambles build up as the movie goes on, as she gets used to the characters and plot. She guesses plot points and calls back similar things from other movies or shows or other kinds of series. Her Wei Ying is so intelligent, so attentive to detail, so lively. She loves her so much. Is in love with her. Loves her and is in love.
She turns to look at Wei Ying as her comments grow in length, no longer content with simply humming to acknowledge her. She takes longer to turn back to the movie with each comment.
At one point she stays looking at Wei Ying, watching her face for the next idea she has to parade itself across her face.
Wei Ying turns to look at her, tilting her head.
"Lan Zhan, you're supposed to be watching the movie," she jokes.
"Only want to watch Wei Ying." She says.
Wei Ying squawks, her hands trying to fly up to cover her face but Lan Zhan doesn't let go of the one she's holding so Wei Ying places her other hand over her eyes.
"Ah, Lan Zhan! You can't just say things like that without warning! My heart can't take it!"
"Mn. Wei Ying is cute when she is flustered." She says, not meaning to say the second part out loud but doing so anyway. It has the added effect of flustering Wei Ying even more.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, come here,” she says, pursing her lips and tilting her head up for a kiss. Lan Zhan places a light kiss on her lips before saying “wait, bathroom first,” because she has to pee again. She doesn’t want to be interrupted when they start. She’s finished her second cup of water but this is ridiculous. What is it about being drunk that reduces one’s bladder to ⅕ its normal size?
When she comes back Wei Ying immediately holds out her arms. “Kisses now, jiejie,” and Lan Zhan happily complies. They start side by side on the couch but Wei Ying eventually pushes her gently into the back of the couch and climbs into her lap. The movie plays on, forgotten. Wei Ying’s mouth is warm and wine-sweet. She is content to sit back and let Wei Ying lick her way into her mouth, tongue heavy and lazy. Her lips tingle where Wei Ying presses against her.
She can’t tell how much longer later she feels her bladder urging her to go again. And each time she’s had to pee there’s been no build-up, no starting point, simply the ending, “you have to go and you have to go soon.”
But Wei Ying is in her lap. She is comfortable. Wei Ying is a gentle weight over her, her hands tangling in Lan Zhan’s hair. And she is stubborn. There is no reason she should have to pee so soon. She knows her bladder is bigger than that. She’s already peed three times. She doesn’t want to get up so she simply doesn’t.
Wei Ying continues on, oblivious to Lan Zhan’s issue that is quickly becoming harder to ignore until she abruptly twitches forward off the back of the couch. She clenches her thighs together and rides a wave of something. It feels like arousal. She is aroused. But that’s because she’s been making out with her girlfriend, not because she has to pee. They feel the same though.
Warm. Rolling. Centered in her groin.
Wei Ying stops, “what’s wrong?” She asks. Before Lan Zhan can even answer she feels it again, worse this time. From the moment she felt the urge it was already teetering on too-close, apparently it always is when she’s drunk, but now she is at the edge, there is simply nowhere else to go.
“I have to pee,” she squeezes out.
“Oh! Okay!” Wei Ying climbs off her and they stand. The change in gravity does not help. She feels a bit escape her and she clenches hard, breath hitching as she holds it, coiled tight. She feels her clit jump when she does. Everything is too close together, tangled up in each other.
Wei Ying lets out a breath, “oh, you really have to go, huh? Come on, the bathroom’s just down the hall, you can make it, let’s go.”
They shuffle down the hallway. She feels so full, bursting at the seams, like if she moves too fast everything will spill over. Wei Ying’s hand is warm on her elbow. Her ears are hot.
They make it to the bathroom door and maybe it’s the sight of the toilet but she can’t hold it anymore. The abrupt realization that she is going to pee herself should not be arousing. But it is. She is so aroused. Wei Ying is still leading her, half a step in front, so she is in the middle of looking back because Lan Zhan stops when she feels herself start to pee.
She tries to hold it at first, she really does, but she can’t. And once she realizes she can’t she stops holding it at all. It occurs to her that she could have tried, should be trying, to make it into the shower or over the toilet. Some of her pee in either one would be better than none but she can’t move, frozen in place, eyes squeezed shut. She feels so warm, her ears, her face. Her thighs and her crotch. It is so warm and there is so much. How can there be so much? The sound is deafening in the bathroom. She is making a mess. Wei Ying is watching her make a mess.
Someone makes a noise, she doesn’t know if it’s her or Wei Ying but she opens her eyes. The sound of the stream quieting as it slows to a trickle down her soaked pants legs.
Wei Ying is looking between her thighs, damp and dark, her eyes glazed and mouth slightly open.
Now she knows it’s herself who makes the next noise.
Wei Ying’s eyes snap up. They stare at each other. Wei Ying’s eyes are dark and intense. She can’t help it, her inhibitions are lowered and her body knows what that look means—her hips twitch forward. She is standing in a puddle of her own piss.
“You like this,” Wei Ying says, breathless.
Lan Zhan flushes. She makes an involuntary noise, something high in her throat.
“Wei Ying likes it also,” she says petulantly.
“Oh, of course I do. Look at my baobei, so gorgeous, so unrestrained, letting go in front of me, how could I not like it?”
Lan Zhan tries to not make another noise, taking a half step towards Wei Ying, the slap of her wet foot against the tiled floor sounding oh so loud in her ears.
Wei Ying steps closer too, uncaring of the puddle surrounding her as she reaches up to kiss Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan kisses her for a minute before she grunts, the warmth of her piss rapidly cooling, becoming cold and leaving the pants clinging uncomfortably to her skin.
“It's cold.” She says.
“Ah, right, of course you are. Do you need me to help you in the shower?” Lan Zhan shakes her head because she doesn’t even though it might be nice.
“Okay, you hop in and clean off and I’ll clean up here.”
Lan Zhan follows the instructions, peeling off her pants and ruined underwear. She brings them into the shower with her, quickly scrubbing them through with soap and then throwing them over the glass doors before wiping herself down.
When she steps out of the shower Wei Ying is sitting on the closed toilet lid with a new pair of underwear for her, no pants since she’ll just take them off for bed anyway. The floor is shiny with drying cleaning product but puddle free.
“Okay, let’s brush our teeth and then head to bed,” she says with a smile. They brush their teeth side by side in silence and then Wei Ying leads her by the hand to bed.
Lan Zhan lies on her back, and Wei Ying climbs on top of her. The arousal has largely settled, instead she is now heavy with sleep, Wei Ying again a comforting weight above her.
“Tomorrow,” Wei Ying says against her collarbone.
Lan Zhan hums questioningly.
“Will you—we can try this again tomorrow, when you can remember?” She asks.
Lan Zhan has to scrunch her eyes against the image, her arousal peeking its head up.
“Mn.”
She can feel Wei Ying grin against her.
“Okay,” she says, “looking forward to it.” She lifts herself up to place a light kiss against Lan Zhan’s lips. “Love you.” She says before settling down again.
“Love you.” She returns.
She is also looking forward to it.