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The goosebumps stood proudly underneath Eula’s soaking clothing as she knocked on the Knights of Favonius Headquarters’ large front door. Again and again...and to no response.

Eula sneered. “They’re never going to hear the end of this…”

Raising her fist to bang on the door once more, her intention was interrupted as she instead brought her hands to her face, covering her mouth in reflex.

“Achoo!”

She groaned as the sensation of the sneeze faded away, and sighed.

Sundown was already reaching its end; the distant sky bearing a deep, dark red as the night blue blended with the remaining warm hues, all while the last specks of sunlight hid behind the horizon.

While the sky was a beautiful crimson in Mondstadt’s distance, it was quite the opposite where Eula stood. Everything within the walls of the city was blanketed by thick, grey clouds. It was raining in the city and its near surroundings- quite hard, at that. It was dangerous to be out in this weather, much more so in several minutes when the dark of night will fully envelop the nation.

In the middle of a mission at Springvale, it began raining, so Eula retreated back to her job’s headquarters, only to discover she was locked out. Logically, Eula was probably better off taking refuge with Springvale’s villagers, who invited her to stay until the downpour blew over, but she insisted that she would be able to make it back to the headquarters before it began seriously pouring. Evidently, she miscalculated.

Standing underneath the front door’s canopy, she was able to get out of the rain. However, it hardly meant anything when the air was cold, the feeling only worsened by her clothes, already heavy and soaked.

Eula put her forehead against the door, making a thud.

“I should’ve just complied with those catpeople in Springvale, ugh…” She cursed under her breath.

Eula then began hearing soft chatter from the other side of the door, slowly getting louder. Someone was approaching. She quickly raised her guard back up, and was greeted with confused expressions from Jean and Diluc, who were on the other side of the door.

“Took you long enough! It’s colder than a cryo slime’s secretions out here!”

“Eula? What are you doing here?” Jean asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Take a look around you and make an educated guess, maybe?” Eula barked back, annoyed.

“Well- obviously I know you’re seeking shelter, but I know your mission today was far away, couldn’t you have just stayed out of the rain there instead of running back here?”

“If you bring that up, I’ll take your advice and legitimately head back to Springvale so I wouldn’t have to deal with you any longer.” Eula stuck her nose in the air. “If anything, I should be asking what he’s doing here.” She pointed at the Ragnvindr. “Last time I checked, he’s no Knight of Favonius.”

Jean shook her head. “No need for attitude. Master Diluc is welcome in the headquarters any time that might be necessary. Anyway, my condolences that you were caught in the rain. Come right in.”

With Jean and Diluc scooting out of the door’s way, Eula snootily stepped in, careful not to slip on the tiles that became wet as the water dripped off her feet.

“Well, Diluc, I’ll be off then. A mild turn of events, but I trust you’ll take care of Eula’s current catastrophe while you supervise the building in my absence.”

“Are you sure you’re still able to go out in this weather? You’ll catch a cold or get yourself hurt, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Eula scoffed. “She’ll be fine. She’s the legendary Acting Grand Master, of course.”

Jean shook her head and smiled. “I can’t afford to let a downpour hinder my work. I know what to do and how to keep myself safe.”

“If you insist, then. Take care.”

Draping a large coat over her shoulders and a hood on her head, Jean stepped out into the rain and set on her mission. Diluc watched Jean as she scurried away, then shut the door once she was out of sight and turned to Eula.

“I’m still confused as to how it took so long for you to answer the door. Are you trying to infuriate me? Or were you just too busy with the Gunnhildr girl?”

He scoffed. “The sound of the rain overpowered the sound of your knocking, what else can I say. No matter, let’s get you dry.”

Beckoning Eula to follow him, Diluc made his way upstairs to the storage rooms, where the Knights of Favonius kept uniforms, armor, and old garments.

“I don’t think there’s very much here that’ll fit your size, these are all trainee uniforms, which I know are all much too big.”

Eula rolled her eyes. “Quite frankly, I don’t really care. Any clothes will work, I just want out of this drenched outfit.”

Diluc furrowed his eyebrows and ignored her statement, adamant on finding garments that were her size. He then came to a realization in the middle of rummaging around the boxes and drawers.

“Oh, right. I have an idea. Stay right here.”

Walking across the hall, he quickly came back with neatly folded clothes in his arms.

“These are some of my Favonius clothes from when I was associated with the Knights. They are significantly smaller than the uniforms in storage, since I was younger then. I do hope they fit,” he said, handing them to her, to which Eula hesitantly accepted.

“You don’t have to give me your clothes,” she commented.

“I insist. It’s not like anyone else will be wearing them, especially not myself.” He replied. “Ah, but you’ll obviously need something to actually dry off. Jean has some towels in her office, we can use those.”

Following Diluc around like a clueless puppy, Eula waddled behind Diluc into Jean’s office, her soaking clothes leaving a trail of dripping water where she went.

Taking off parts of her uniform, Eula set her cape, gloves, and other accessories on the sofa, sliding her shoes off as well in order to get comfortable. Diluc handed the full body towel he retrieved from the drawers beneath the bookshelves to Eula, who handed him back the clothes she was holding in exchange. Diluc set the clothes on the grand table and turned back to Eula, the towel now draped over her shoulders, and stood idly. Eula blinked at him blankly.

“So, will you actually leave the room and let me change or are you just going to gawk at me thoughtlessly?”

“Goodness gracious, you could have gone about that request nicer.” He said, walking out the door with Eula trailing behind him, shooing him away and slamming it shut.

“When my boundaries are breached, the perpetrator doesn’t deserve niceties.”

“Eula, what boundaries are there for me to breach?” He said from the other side of the door. “I’ve seen it all.”

Eula’s ears tinted a light pink at the reminder.

Diluc let out a soft sigh, Eula being able to hear his soft smile. 

“I joke,” He said. “Take all the time you need.”

Eula brought the towel up to her hair to ruffle it up and dry it to the best of her ability. Prying off and tossing all her clothes onto the sofa other than her panties, she tightly wrapped the towel around her body to dry herself and stay warm in the still somewhat chilly air. She let out a huff.

What a day.

It was a little unnerving to see Diluc again. It had been weeks- wait, months? It had been a long time since they had last seen each other. As a matter of fact, the last time they met was that one day Eula was “invited” into Diluc’s manor while he napped, the day following the incident in the tavern.

So were they to act like it was an incident behind them, never to be repeated again, or?

It was a one time favor, after all.

Except it really wasn’t, because why would Diluc allow her to do what she did the following day, then?

Whatever. He’s complicated. He doesn’t know what he wants. Eula found that frustrating.

Completely drying herself off, Eula walked to the table, dropping the towel to the floor, and reached out to put on Diluc’s old Cavalry Captain uniform.

Or, attempt to, rather. It appeared as though Diluc may have hit his growth spurt late or something, because the uniform he had in his mid teens that Eula was trying to put on was still much too small.

Sure, squeezing in it wasn’t exactly impossible, but…

The seams clawed at her skin and sat awkwardly on her body, unable to be stretched. Even the few stretchy parts of the fabric were being stretched to their limit as Eula wriggled into the shirt, the sleeves uncomfortably hugging her arms and the collar holding her at a chokehold.

And the buttons…they refused to button together in her chest area.

Because of most of the fabric’s refusal to stretch, it looked like those awkward, skin tight getups that bards would wear that wouldn’t even allow her arms to rest at her sides. Highly impractical for a Knight of Favonius. Just how was this fabric plausible for a Cavalry Captain during Diluc’s time, even if it did fit comfortably? And this was only the shirt. Eula couldn’t imagine fitting her thighs into Diluc’s old trousers- just to entertain the thought was comical, there was no way that was going to happen.

The shirt hugged at her skin and curves so tightly that the garment became translucent- you could faintly see her body through it. Through the shirt.

Eula uncomfortably waddled around in place, spinning in circles around herself, trying to position her body in a way that may make the shirt sit more comfortably on her body, an obviously futile effort. She spun in circles trying to pull at the shirt, hoping that putting some strain on it would help it stretch. Also a futile effort. She got audibly annoyed at the attempt.

“Eula?” Diluc curiously called from the other side of the door. “Are you alright in there? I can hear you grunting and scowling. What’s the matter?”

“The matter is that your stupid old uniform is being a nuisance to try and put on.” She spat back.

“Oh? Do you need help putting it on, then? I’d be willing to help.”

Eula snorted.

She picked the towel up and walked closer to the door. “Sure! Come right in. See for yourself what my problem at hand is.”

Diluc then opened the door and curiously peered in, to only be greeted with Eula’s body standing awkwardly, towel in one hand, facing him, her face painted with a less-than-amused expression.

At the sight of Eula being far more exposed than he had anticipated, he averted his gaze in surprise.

“Ah, so it’s far too small to even try to put it on nicely…”

“You don’t say,” She snarled, rolling her eyes. “Couldn’t you have used your better judgment to assume this wouldn’t have fit? Did it not simply look too small?”

Diluc rolled his eyes as well. “I could ask you the same thing. You know your own body better than I do. Why couldn’t you tell that it was going to be too small before you tried to put it on?” He said smugly.

Eula balled her fist in fury. Of course he gets the last laugh. Again. She took a sharp inhale and breathed out softly so as to calm herself, and change the subject.

“Hmph. I still haven’t heard the answer to my question of what you’re doing here.” She said, crossing her arms- which was too much of an uncomfortable task in Diluc’s shirt than it deserved to be.

Diluc sighed and brought a palm to his forehead, rubbing his temples, finally working up the courage to turn to Eula. “That’s really none of your concern. Besides, I’m sure you can guess what we were discussing anyway. It’s nothing notable, just more Abyss-fighting business.” He kept his eyes glued on her figure, looking as calm as he can, as looking away awkwardly would make his thoughts much too obvious.

Her nipples are literally piercing through the garment. This is outrageous.

“I fail to see how ‘Abyss-fighting business’ is none of my concern. I am a Captain of the Knights of Favonius, I think I ought to know.” She stepped towards him and lightly smacked his arm with the towel in annoyance.

“There are some things you really don’t need to be involved in, Miss Lawrence,” he replied, crossing his arms and smirking at her. She was a pleasure to irritate. “You don’t need to worry, I as well as the Knights are plenty capable of taking care of our own share of enemies.”

She scoffed. “And here I thought you didn’t get tangled in affairs with the Knights of Favonius.”

“I don’t,” Diluc said. “But I make occasional exceptions. You know, when it’s for the greater good.”

He set a hand on her hip.

“I assumed that was apparent.”

“Oh, okay,” Eula retorted. “So now we have this conversation.”

In full truth, Eula had no idea where her relationship with Diluc stood at this point. Sure, it began with a simple favor for revenge, but Diluc having Eula remain at his house the next day was incentive for Eula to begin pondering their relations more seriously- it got her hopes up, dare she admit. But after that, they hadn’t bothered to link in weeks, months. Eula had begun to assume it was an affair to be forgotten. Perhaps they were just caught in the blaze. 

But as she stood in front of him now, the man unreadable as ever, she considered the side of him she had been able to fish out in their past connections. As oxymoronic as it was, it was nearly as if Diluc secretly yearned for her to be a regular in his bed.

Eula looked into his eyes. Everything about Diluc was absolutely perplexing- even someone as skillful as she didn’t have the ability to read even a word behind those eyes of his. How did she get stuck in relations with someone so enigmatic?

Eula snickered. “What greater good do you get out of me? Out of this?”

He shrugged.

“I’m in the process of deciphering that myself.”

Diluc’s guess was as good as Eula’s. Was it out of loneliness? A trauma response?

Well, there was no harm in further experimenting to come to an answer, was there?

He inched closer to Eula and gently pushed her back against Jean’s desk.

“And I do feel as though another opportunity to figure it out has presented itself in front of me.”

Eula wearing Diluc’s old, much-too-tight clothes was hardly anything but an absolute tease. It made the laziest effort to cover her body, and if anything, only highlighted her most alluring features. The situations wrote themselves.

The air was hot, which was ironic considering the sound of bullet raindrops hitting the windows and roof as well as the cold temperature that came along with the rain, a setting that would otherwise cause a chilling, tense mood.

“You grow more ambitious and bold every time we meet like this, Diluc Ragnvindr.” She said with a sly smile, softly gripping the wrist of his hand that was on her hip. “It’s growing on me, I must admit.”

“What, I am no longer so unattractively ‘aloof’, as you used to say? What can I say, I blame it on the heavenly sight of you in my clothing. It changes men.”

The Spindrift Knight chuckled. “I love to see it.”

Diluc finally gave into his ache to feel Eula once again, putting his lips against hers and applying some of his weight on her body, making her lean back into the desk. Carelessly dropping the towel to the floor, she broke his momentum and pushed against him similarly, putting her hand on his sharp jaw and using the other to trail up his back and lazily pull off his ponytail. Diluc’s hand that was on Eula’s hip now snaked around her whole body to embrace her waist and pull their bodies closer, his other hand resting at the back of Eula’s head, clutching her still damp hair and squishing their faces together.

They held each other like that for a while, simply exchanging saliva and basking in the relief that finally, they’re able to be this intimate again. It felt like it's been so long, you could almost compare their cravings in this moment to giving into withdrawals. They made sure to memorize the sound of one another’s groans as they pleasured the other, the way the sounds bounced around in each other’s skulls and the vibration that echoed in the chamber of their connected mouths. They memorized the sound, the taste, the feeling, as if there was nothing quite like it that they’d ever experience again.

Diluc pulled away, a string of spit still connecting them.

“By God, you look unbelievable in my clothes.” He growled out.

Diluc then took his coat off, folding it neatly and putting it on the edge of the table, intending for it to serve as a pillow for Eula’s head as she sprawled out over the Acting Grand Master’s desk, uncomfortably wriggling around to find a position to settle in that didn’t have all of Jean’s appliances dig into her skin. 

“We could do this on the grand table, you know.” Eula said, lifting her head up to look at him. “Jean’s desk seems a little indecent.”

“Jean’s desk is firmer. Just look at that table- it’s being held up by four lousy legs. Do you really trust me not to break it?”

“No...actually I don’t.”

“That’s what I thought. Neither do I. I wouldn’t want to have to hold back from doing what I want to my full potential in fear of breaking it, either.”

He then carefully climbed on the desk as well, caging Eula in between his limbs. He looked into her eyes- he was sweaty, panting, and ready for more. Eula was prepared to accept any of his advances. He was so eager for anything that he couldn’t seem to decide on where to start.

Eula giggled at this realization. Bringing her hands to her breasts, she grabbed them, pushing the lumps together and rubbed them against one another, inviting him.

“Oh, you are too good to me.”

Taking the weight off his arms, Diluc leaned back to stand on his knees and excitedly unzipped his pants, pulling it down only as far as was necessary to reveal his half-hard cock.

Eula’s cleavage all too visible where the shirt created an opening due to its refusal to button, Diluc scooted upwards so his crotch was leveled with her chest, and slid his cock in between Eula’s tits. He took a shaky inhale and smoothly worked his hips back and forth until the length stood fully stiff. It was then when Diluc removed his gloves, carelessly throwing them behind the desk, and inserting a few of his fingers inside Eula’s mouth for her to momentarily feast on. Eula swirled her tongue around his digits for a few short moments before Diluc pulled his hand back once more, using the spit accumulated on his fingers to serve as lubricant. He spread the fluid on his fingers on her chest in between her boobs like spreading frosting on a cake. Eula pushed her breasts together again to lather the spit in between them, and reinvite Diluc to insert himself back into the slit in between the round masses.

The head poked out from the other side as he fully slid in, the skin hugging his cock now much more slippery than it previously was- mimicking the sensation of wetness and arousal. The tycoon groaned loudly. He proceeded to thrust back and forth at a modest pace, drops of precum oozing from his tip every time the head rose from in between the breasts as if her tits were milking them out. Every time his cock pulled back in, the precum applied itself onto the hole Eula created with her boobs, making Diluc’s movements in and out of them much more slick and fluid, and thus more pleasurable.

There was a triumphant grin plastered on Eula’s face as she watched the man above her fall apart at the seams, obviously enjoying himself. It wasn’t even penetration, but he was an obvious mess already, wanton moans sounding from the depths of his throat. From the angle Eula peered at Diluc from, he was domineering, commanding, and looked as though he was going to continue to do as he pleased. She was going to let him.

Diluc may not know what he wants with the Lawrence beneath him in the big picture, but when it came to their sex, it was crystal clear.

The Ragnvindr sped up his movements, the intensity of his thrusts back and forth speaking for themselves on behalf of Diluc’s intense desire and lust for the woman beneath him. Some unimportant objects on the desk slightly shook as Diluc’s movements grew forceful enough to rock even Eula’s body back and forth. Eula laughed.

“If I had known you were starving for me this much, perhaps we would have done this sooner.”

Diluc grunted and fell forward, catching himself with one arm by slamming it down right next to where Eula’s head laid. His breath trembled, and through furrowed eyebrows and grit teeth, he spoke:

“I’m about to- to cum on your chest. Forgive me, alright?”

It wasn’t a question nor was it a warning. It was a shameless confession, a reveal for something they both already knew about how the Spindrift Knight drove the ex-Cavalry Captain delirious with pleasure to the point where no penetration was even necessary to throw him into the deep end, thinly veiled by an ingenuine apology. He wasn’t sorry. In reality, this feeling was too good for Diluc to be guilty for letting it come to this; if anything, he was thankful, proud.

Eula nodded and hummed an “mhm”, as though to reaffirm that, despite her input being redundant since Diluc was going to do it anyway, she approved of what was to come within the next several seconds, only pouring gas into the flame of Diluc’s boundless control in the situation they found themselves in and amplifying the speed at which Diluc reaches his climax.

Suddenly conscious about how Diluc’s shirt still draped itself over her flesh, Eula scrambled to unbutton the collar, the one button near the top of the shirt that held it together above her chest area, so as to not get it dirty with Diluc’s load. And at the nick of time, she did.

Just as she anticipated, Diluc released his seed without a moment’s waste after Eula pulled her hand away. The gleaming white strings shot out of his cock impatiently, the fluid’s projectile being much more forceful than Eula had anticipated; the trajectory in which they traveled being far enough for the liquid to splatter over not only her chest and collar, but her chin and lower facial region. His thrusts slowed as he ran out of steam, the initial high of orgasming trickling away and allowing him to revel in what had just happened. He blinked at Eula and her dirtied face.

“Sorry.”

She smiled, licking up some of his substance that landed around her lips. “No, you’re not.”

He chuckled.

“You got me.”

He crawled off the desk to give Eula a bit of space to cool down, catch her breath, and mentally prepare for his next move. He sat on Jean’s chair, satisfied with Eula’s choice to not move from her laying position on the desk. There she still was, sprawled out for him, ready for anything. Scooting the chair in, he leaned in.

“Look at you, covered in my cum and wearing my shirt,” He lustfully muttered into her ear. “I’ve practically marked you as mine.”

He undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt to fully expose the front of her torso, giving her arms more freedom to comfortably move.

“Thank Barbatos,” Eula joked. “The less we need the shirt, the more I can move around.”

“Oh, you’ll be moving around, alright,” Diluc replied, bringing his face into the crook of her neck to kiss it. “Squirming beneath my touch, to be exact.”

Eula’s sigh quivered at the sensation of his lips on her soft, sensitive skin. She brought her hands up to clutch at his hair, causing him to groan against her neck, the rumble of his low voice able to be felt against her skin. He kissed her wherever he could, peppering soft, moist kisses on her stomach, collarbone, shoulders, and of course, her chest.

Due to the tender, intimate nature of the affections he was showing her, Eula shuddered with every kiss, her mind traveling to the most obscene places as she imagined even filthier parts of her that he could be kissing.

Imagination seems to very easily become reality with these two.

Diluc spent ample time worshipping Eula’s body in this manner before she grew audibly impatient, her low, quiet mewls eventually shifting into hungry moans and whines.

“Luc...ah-”

He pulled away from her skin. “Cute nickname. Did you come up with it just now? Call it out more often.”

He slid his fingers underneath the thin fabric of her panties.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you ample reason to do so.”

He stroked against the entrance to her pussy which he knew so well, causing Eula to jerk against his touch and grip at the sides of the desk for stability. Eula didn’t even have to say anything, the sensitivity of her clit told Diluc plenty enough for how it yearned for the electricity that came with his touch after having gone without it for so long.

She clenched her eyes shut tightly, having an obvious hard time regulating her breathing.

“Awfully sensitive today, Lawrence?” He crooned. “How sterling.”

Her core thrummed with such intensity, such passion, as her icy cold, firm front melted away beneath the inferno of Diluc’s unwavering control. How amusing it was to finally see the Reconnaissance Company Captain be so helpless and compliant under a man she never imagined feeling anything but hatred towards mere months ago.

Her clit swole as Diluc wasted no time touching and teasing every crevice of her vulva without actually entering it.

“Damn it, Luc,” she hissed out, the shortness of her breath making discussion a more taxing action than she thought it’d be. “Please- just put your fingers in..”

“Ah, ah,” he taunted. “We’re not going to have any of that. Nothing’s being pushed up there today.”

She lifted her head to stare at him with a look illustrated with surprise and offense.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Not at all,” he grinned. “That’s the fun part.”

He pushed his palms against her entrance again, energetically rubbing against it and causing Eula’s head to slam back into the cushion of his coat on the desk, arching her back and reflexively closing the gap between her legs.

“Keep them spread, Eula.”

Her legs shuddered before hesitantly opening them again, making her clit once again all the more exposed and sensitive. Diluc got back to work, rubbing against her heat while simultaneously kissing around her body. God, was she a feast just for him.

But as previously mentioned, Eula’s crude thoughts were soon to translate into reality as Diluc’s lips traveled down from kissing her neck to her collarbone, to her breasts, to her waist, to her stomach, to the realm between her thighs. He got up from the chair and walked over to the side of the desk, where Eula’s vagina was facing, and met with it at face level; all while his hand was still on it, but eventually pulling away- taking her panties with him, with Eula cooperating as he hooked the string to one of his fingers and pried them away from her legs- to replace his hand with his mouth.

He potently sucked on the bead, his finger working instead to stroke up and down against the slick, wet slit that was her entrance.

Eula whimpered. “Nngh, ah, Luc-”

He pulled away and hummed to himself.

“I changed my mind. Rather than just calling out my name, scream it for me instead.”

His actions swiftly became more crazed, more desperate, more hungry, which easily translated into Eula’s body language and how she was feeling- it was evident through how she writhed around and mewled endlessly. Dare Diluc assume, she was close.

“Careful, Eula,” Diluc muttered raspily. “We wouldn’t want to dirty Jean’s paperwork.”

Eula rolled her head back in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure when Diluc put his mouth back on her clit, giving her no time to breathe or react to his statement.

Diluc widened the opening of his mouth, enveloping as much of her entrance as he could. The space in between Eula’s legs grew rapidly soaked, more so than it already was, with the mix of Diluc’s spit while he stuck his tongue out as far and wide as possible to lick against her entrance like a sucker, and her secretions in response to his advances which could not be helped.

“Diluc, my God, if you don’t stop, I’ll-”

“It’s fine if you do, but there’s a risk, should you choose to take it.”

Eula whimpered at his response and the way it has one again failed to help her situation, her grip tightening on the desk and Diluc pressed his hands on her thighs as to separate them further and swirl his tongue around her pussy at a rough, fervent pace. Eula was brought to her climax at rapid speed, her chest heaving, lips trembling and toes curling as Diluc proceeded to make out with her lower sex. The indication that Eula was releasing was small- blink and you’ll miss it, but Diluc’s focus on her body language, expressions, and vocals were keen enough to see it coming just in time, to which he wrapped his lips widely around where her juice shot out, catching nearly every squirt with his mouth, only letting few thin drops escape his catch and drip down his chin.

The sounds that tumbled out of Eula’s mouth as she smoothly rode out her orgasm were unrestrainable, even as they slowed down and turned into soft yet hefty heaving of air, provoking the thought in Eula’s mind that perhaps someone passing by would be alerted by the conspicuous noises sounding from Jean’s office.

Eula’s thoughts have a knack for manifesting into existence, have you been able to tell?

The clacking of heels sounded distantly for a moment before it registered in both their minds that it was getting closer and louder, and it was right as the sound stopped at the foot of the office door that a knock was heard from the other side.

“What’s going on in there? Is that you, Jean?”

“Fuck-” Cursing beneath her breath, Eula scrambled to pick the towel up from the floor right next to her and roll down beneath the desk, where she was unable to be seen from the entrance.

“Why hide?” Diluc asked.

“...‘Why hide’? Are you out of your mind?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and tidied the desk as best he could within the span of a couple of seconds, rushing to take a seat at Jean’s chair, put his coat on, and scoot forward, as to look like he was naturally doing something- and to also hide the fact that his dick was still out. If Eula was shy, he might as well humor her.

“Hello? Am I mishearing things?” The voice called before hesitantly opening the door and being greeted with the sight of Diluc at Jean’s desk, calm and collected.

“Oh, Diluc, dear! It’s just you, I had thought Jean was still here.”

“Hello, Lisa,” Diluc greeted the librarian. “No, Jean is out on her mission as you’d expect, and I’m here to substitute and supervise in her place as planned.”

“What was that noise just now?” She asked, stepping into the room.

“Oh? What noise?”

“It sounded like- hm…it’s very awkward to explain to a boy…”

Diluc pinched the bridge of his nose. “No worries, whatever you heard was probably a work of your own imagination. The rain does that sometimes.”

“Yes…you’d be right.” Lisa took one last peer around the room before planning to step back and leave Diluc to his devices. However, her gaze paused on the sofa in the near corner of the room.

“I’ll say,” Lisa hummed. “Diluc, honey, aren’t those Eula’s clothes?

Eula’s heart dropped from underneath the desk.

Diluc wasted no time coming up with the most believable reply. “Ah, yes, Eula was here several minutes ago. Drenched from the rainfall while she was scouting, she changed into some clothes, but didn’t quite like how they fit. Thus she just stormed off some moments ago to go upstairs to the storage room to find a better suited outfit. Hmph, a tantrum over some clothes- what a joke,” He said, taking the opportunity to playfully insult Eula for her forthright tendencies and raising his voice to ensure she heard. She lightly punched at his leg, to which he gently kicked her in response.

“And she changed here? With you watching?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I only came back in once she was fully clothed in the new outfit. Gods- do you think someone like her would allow such a thing?” He teased some more.

“I see. That seems much more realistic.”

Eula’s mouth fell open at his audacity. He wants to play around and fuck with me like this? Alright, fair game.

The Spindrift Knight wrapped her lips around the head of his cock once more, catching the bartender by surprise. His breath hitched and he tensed in his seat.

“Diluc? What’s the matter?”

He exhaled, balling his fists. “N-nothing. Something was caught in my throat. Nevermind it.”

Lies! Something’s definitely in someone’s throat though, just not yours.

Diluc clenched his jaw and resisted a reaction as Eula took the rest of him into her mouth, showing no reflex as the rod snaked down the top of her esophagus.

“Do you think it an advisable idea that I check on her?” Lisa asked, crossing her arms.

The Ragnvindr bit the inside of his cheek. He brought a hand to Eula’s head beneath the desk, shoving her face farther into the base of his cock and burying her nose in the tufts of hair that existed where his length and the rest of his body met.

“Oh, absolutely not,” He said, a seemingly unphased tone and expression on his face, but the lady beneath him knowing all too well that this was another intentional jab at her ego. “She’ll just yell at you for startling her as soon as you knock.”

He used his knee to push her off his cock, making her fall back, thud against the desk, and spread her legs.

Lisa pretended not to notice the queer sound that signaled that someone else was obviously in the room with them.

Diluc put his foot- with his shoe on, mind you- on Eula’s cunt, roughly rubbing against it. The act caused Eula to wince and jerk against him, taken aback at his impudence but being too overpowered to do anything about it.

“She’ll prattle on about getting ‘vengeance’ on you, as she always does,” Diluc continued to ramble to jokingly spite Eula, simultaneously rubbing his foot against her cunt, making her mildly flail about underneath the desk as she swallowed back groans. “All she will do is degrade your name. She’ll say you’ve invaded her privacy, which justifies her foolish endeavor for eventual revenge, and go on and on about how that one instance is simply a single nail in the great machine that is her scheme to avenge her clan, like the pest she is.”

“Gods, what an earsore it would be, and therefore I passionately encourage that you do not check on her. It would be a fruitless effort, for she is not worth your patience, and goodness gracious, how talented she is at testing it.”

In talking about Eula's ever so annoying tendencies, Diluc found himself smiling just at the thought. He had to admit, her annoying banter about vengeance, her scorns about aristocratic etiquette, how she pretended to hate literally everybody she's ever crossed paths with...she was indeed quite the lovable individual.

Lisa obviously took notice to the adoration that glimmered in his eyes that came with his obviously satirical insults about the Lawrence.

“My my, I see.” Lisa replied with an amused smile. “I’ll take your word for it and leave her alone, then. Though…” She continued. “You seem to have plenty to say about that lady. You must know her well- dare I say you seem to fancy her quite a bit.”

Diluc’s eyes widened and he harshly pressed on Eula’s pussy, making her groan.

Lisa squinted before warmly smiling.

“How adorable you are.” She finished with a giggle, stepping back into the door and taking her leave.

“Also, Diluc,” Lisa said, making one last remark and poking her head back into the room. “You should wear your hair down like that more often. It’s handsome.” She commented before finally shutting the door and making her way back to the library.

As soon as it was clear that Lisa had left- indicating such with the clack of her heels growing quieter, Diluc aggressively grabbed Eula by the hair and pulled her out from underneath the desk.

“You little shit, ” She snarled. “Defaming me like that, and so shamelessly? She definitely heard me just now, too.”

Diluc smirked. “You did it to yourself, almost getting *me* discovered first by pulling a stunt like sucking me off so suddenly. Call it your retribution, courtesy of me.”

“You’re such a fucking prick, Luc.”

“There’s more where that came from, Lawrence.”

Standing up, Diluc wrapped one arm around Eula's chest, suddenly desperate to feel her warmth, and pushed her forcefully against the window behind Jean’s desk, her back turned to him. Giving her no time to object, much less react, he brought one hand to her waist and the other to grope her breast.

There was a sudden intensity he was experiencing in his core, foreign to him that seemingly sparked with Lisa's interjection. It was as though he had come to a shattering realization.

“I’m going to fuck your thighs, got it? God, I need you so terribly, Eula.”

With a growl but a complacent nod from the blue haired lady, she spoke thus:

“Then have me. There’s nothing to postpone.” 

Diluc brought his face to the crook of her neck and squeezed his cock into the tight opening in between Eula’s clutched legs.

With her raw skin against the cold, wet surface of the very much see-through window, only now did it assimilate in Eula’s mind just how unseemly the position she found herself in truly was.

“Luc, someone might see me. See us.”

Lisa seeing them was one thing, but to risk being seen by Mondstadt’s average crowd, who held severely less respect for Eula and would be exponentially more floored to see Eula in this state, felt much more compromising.

“Let them. I’m growing increasingly tired of keeping this a secret. Why else do you think I was so careless when Lisa was in the room?”

Just as he did with her breasts, Diluc pumped his cock back and forth, feeling the friction against the skin on her plump thighs. His length was quick to begin leaking precum once more, serving as a lubricant as he continued to thrust in and out of between her thighs. With the hand that was on her tit, Diluc used one finger to circle around the bud of her nipple like a joystick and nibble at even more of her flesh by her neck. These actions in unison created a knot in Eula’s tummy, stimulating her lower region to grow heated all over again and grind against him. The gesture made his breath tremble.

“You’ve destroyed me beyond repair, Eula Lawrence, I don’t know how you’ve done it. You are enchanting beyond belief, why, you may as well captivate emperors and kings with your beauty.”

It seemed like an impossible accomplishment until now, but oh, how in-love the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt was with that same city’s local outcast, the beautiful persona non grata.

“Oh, I get flustered just thinking about it. I anticipate the day we get secretly married, in a private little chapel with nobody invited but the clergy. The priest saying the rites to announce us man and wife, finally. Nobody will scorn at us, look down on us for uniting despite our backgrounds being unflattering to one another’s, for they don’t deserve the right to know about us in the first place.” He sputtered out through moans and grunts, monologuing while Eula continued to whimper at his sinful touch.

“You bastard, what are you talking about?”

He took his hand away from her boob, pushing her whole body against the window, and instead brought said hand up to the side of her face, tucking the strands of hair behind her ear that fell loose as Diluc brought the woman to messes.

“I anticipate the day where Mondstadt still considers me their most eligible bachelor as I smugly smile, knowing I’ve already dedicated my life and love to one woman. I anticipate the day I can finally free you, my love, from the chains of the Lawrence clan that bring you down, and you may instead adopt the Ragnvindr surname and live the remainder of your life in longevity, love, joy, and health, right by my side. I anticipate the day I am finally able to sleep next to you, you at my side, every night after having spent the evening pleasing you like this. Every night, my dear, I swear my life on it.”

Diluc’s thrusts into her thighs became more jagged and hasty as his care for the composure he’s held together so well this whole time drifted away.

“Diluc- ah...stop thinking out loud, you’re so irritating- fuck!”

Breaking his own promise, he pried Eula’s legs apart and shoved himself inside her cunt- an unplanned turn of events, but one provoked by affection and intimacy all the same.

“Ahh-!” She mewled out, her cheek pressed up against the window as with her tits, likely a heavenly sight from the other side of the glass. Diluc dug his nails into her hips as he hissed out, quickening his pace of thrusts and applying more force into his pummels.

“I anticipate the day you finally bear our children, and they take my last name as well- formally putting an end to the Lawrence lineage, because Lawrence ends with Ragnvindr. I anticipate the day where they grow up to love each other and love the world, where we will be good role models for them, where their faces will reflect both our features combined, and as people take notice of these beautiful kids and who happens to raise them, we will be forced to expose our association with one another to the world. Whether or not we suffer from it is an unknown I am no longer afraid of.”

It looks like Diluc’s finally got it figured out.

“For whatever ups and downs we encounter, we get through them together, because we are a team, and we are in love.”

Aristocratic boys are taught to be eloquent with their romantic advances at an early age, you know, to condition them to be gentlemen and properly court a lady when the time comes. It never once crossed Diluc’s mind to properly apply his skill in the subject where it's supposed to, but Eula Lawrence has turned his life upside down the moment she waltzed into his tavern with that god forbid Kamera on her hip. He is much changed.

The image of her spending a life with Diluc as well as starting a family with him was a thought Eula never would have entertained before this day, but as the Ragnvindr man presented himself in front of her, planting the seed of thought into her mind, she was charmed by it, and discovered herself unraveling at the seams upon the realization that the man she is bound to spend the rest of her life with is the same one who’s been fucking her all this time.

Eula turned her head around to look at his face. It was illustrated with nothing but a look of vulnerability, genuineness, and most of all, adoration. Her whole body then followed the turn of her head, rotating on his length with the help of Diluc’s eager effort to lift her up by the legs and pump into her deeper as she now faced him, her back against the glass. Eula suddenly felt no fear in reciprocating the feelings the Ragnvindr had just so considerately showed her, and so she let go of holding back from shouting everything from curses to her love’s name to everything in between- damn it if anybody heard.

This man was going to be the death of her.

“Please, please take me, Eula. You’ve dazzled me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her toes curled in delight as Diluc gripped her ass and passionately kissed her again, his cock twitching inside Eula as she continued to clench around him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to hold him close. They were never going to go this long without being this raw, this intimate, this vulnerable with each other ever again.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, Eula…” He begged against her mouth, shaking as he neared his climax. He wanted to see her wear his clothes more often. He wanted to see her delighted with his sex more often. He wanted to see her more often. These wants translated into his body language, his sexual feeling, his blazing desires in this moment he shared with this woman he so cherished.

The speed and force which Diluc was hammering into Eula was far beyond bearable, it must’ve been a miracle how Eula had held out for this long without screaming anything but her usual moans and whines- albeit incredibly, incredibly loud.

“Oh, Diluc!” She yelped out, pulling away from his mouth, setting her forehead on his and letting the spit spill from the corners of her lips. “I want you so horribly, its insufferable! Please, please, please release inside me again before I-”

Eula wasn’t even able to finish her request before Diluc so excitedly did as she asked and his semen gushed throughout her insides, warming her core and making her uncontrollably shake. Except it didn’t matter how much she trembled, weak and delicate, because she had Diluc Ragnvindr’s brave, fierce arms to support her, embrace her through her most defenseless moments.

It would be like this until the end of time, where the wind stopped blowing.

--

“Oh, yes, and by the way, Jean,” Diluc called, turning his head around before leaving the Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

“Hm?” The Acting Grand Master asked, now back at her (surprisingly clean) desk, prepared to continue the tablework she had to put on hold for the duration of the mission she just returned from.

“Next time you see Venti...thank him on my behalf for the birthday gift he gave me last year.”

Jean looked at him with a perplexed expression. “Well- sure thing, but why? What did he get you, and why are you only thanking him now?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Diluc replied. “It’s just… I’ve recently discovered that it has more practical uses for my convenience than I initially thought. That’s all.”

Jean blinking at him in mild confusion was the last thing Diluc saw before shutting the front doors to the Knights of Favonius building and catching up to Eula, who was already standing by the staircase, waiting for him to follow her. The storm had cleared, and the sky was met with an alluring midnight blue color, the newfound moonlight creating shimmering glows arising from the ground as it reflected against the endless puddles of water that existed around Mondstadt succeeding the downpour.

“Not so scared to be seen with me anymore, eh?” Eula teased as Diluc caught up to her, her smile more comforting and captivating than even the moonlight above them. “I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again- you know how to make a woman feel really good about herself.”

Diluc just shrugged. “Only sometimes, and if I really want to. Except with you, it comes a little bit more at ease.”

“Well, that just makes me feel better, doesn’t it? You’re a real natural.”

Diluc laughed, and their stroll down Mondstadt was met with a few moments of silence. A burning question had been dancing around in Diluc’s mind since he witnessed Eula’s undressed body that day, but he was at a loss for how to pose it without seeming a little crude, a little on the spot, a little alarming.

“Diluc, do you ever notice how sunny weather brings people happiness?”

Diluc furrowed his eyebrows, slightly puzzled by her question. “Why, yes I do. What is your point?”

“Perhaps it just crossed my mind because the sky cleared and we're having a bright night, but...the sun just has this amazing power to bring out the best in people- I’m not sure,” She chattered. “The demons before dawn that exist not only literally, but in people’s minds just seem to fade away as a new sun approaches and a new beginning is offered to everyone, regardless of where you come from, where you are now, and all those technicalities. The sun does not discriminate. It doesn’t get any more opportune than that. Don’t you think that’s quite lovely? Every time I face the sun, I just get this feeling of wanting to be honest, sincere, to do what I ought in this world as the regrets of yesterday are left just there- yesterday.”

Diluc blinked at her, bewildered. She looked at him contently for a moment before her face distorted again, conscious of her sudden outburst.

“Ah, nevermind, that was foolish! You need not read into that, I was simply spewing at the mouth. Irrelevant. We shan't speak of this incident.”

“It’s...quite alright. I understand what you were trying to convey.”

Eula had quite the strong point. Each sun was a new chance. A new welcome for everyone, regardless of what you decided to do in the darkness before dawn prior. An invitation to look at what lies in front of you rather than behind your back, dwelling on things that cannot be changed. The future is only the future if you decide not to do it now, and in that cowardice, in that fear to pursue the next steps, the sun unapologetically gives you the chance to gather up that courage and attempt it all over again.

“Eula, forgive me if this sounds a little indelicate to ask, but I cannot help but to wonder when I noticed.”

The Reconnaissance Company Captain rolled her eyes. “Spit it out, Ragnvindr. I won’t be offended.”

“Has your...stomach...gotten bigger?”