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The most eligible bachelor(ette) in Mondstadt doesn't actually have that much experience. Mostly because she's been busy, monopolizing the wine industry and protecting Mond. Both of which take up a lot of time, leaving her very little left over for social engagements.
Which is why you were at Angel's Share after hours in the first place.
Diluc wrote the invitation letter no less than three times, trying to find a good way to word please come see me, I have free time and I miss you.
Then she had spent nearly her entire shift wondering if she could trust Kaeya to watch the bar long enough to make some food because what kind of dinner date doesn't have dinner???
And then, when you actually arrived five minutes after Diluc had shoved everyone out of her bar, she was in the middle of washing the last of the dishes and couldn't even greet you!
All in all, this whole day has been a disaster.
And yet.
And yet somehow, it ends with Diluc pressed up against the door to the supply closet, her hair undone and jacket half off as you suck a hickey onto her neck. One of your hands, previously cupping her cheek, has moved to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, while the other struggles to undo even more of her buttons.
You pull away from her neck, eyes wide and lipstick smudged beyond repair. "God, you're so pretty," you say, and Diluc wonders what you are, if she's "pretty". Is there a word to succinctly describe the way you remind her of the sun, of something warm and holy and lifegiving? Is there a word for "when she touches me I feel like there's fire under my skin."?
Diluc realizes she's spacing out a bit when you tug on her hair. She refocuses to find you with your eyebrows raised. "You good?"
Diluc doesn't know if she can answer that without also saying I think I love you, so she just nods.
"Are you about to fall asleep on me? Because if you're tired we can--"
It's rude to interrupt but she has to correct, "It's not that. You called me pretty. I was trying to come up with my own…"
"Compliment?" You supply.
"I find it difficult to put how I feel into words." She's working on that.
You lean up to press your noses together with a laugh. "You could just tell me I'm hot."
"You are." Not that hot is a word that Diluc usually uses. Kaeya does but-- gross. She really doesn't want to think about him right now.
Coincidentally (or maybe you just recognize her overthinking face), you decide to shuffle closer at that exact moment, and-- it's just the slightest bit of friction, but it rips Diluc out of her thoughts.
"Oh." You say, eyes moving from her face to her chest to-- "Oh."
Diluc feels her cheeks warm up, "I--"
The hand buried in her hair moves back to her cheek, cutting off whatever embarrassed nonsense she was about to spit.
"You want a hand?" The double entendre there isn't subtle by any means, and immediately Diluc tries to picture it, the face you'd make as you worked your magic, archons help her, the things you'd say as you brought her closer and closer.
But then she pictures your soft hands and--
Dysphoria reels its ugly head, leaving Diluc to stare off at the worn bar. She can't meet your eyes, "I am... not sure I'm ready for that."
You fall silent. Just for a few seconds, but it feels like hours. What if that's a deal breaker? What if you were regretting being with a trans woman? What if, what if, what--
"Is it a visual thing? Or a you don't like your-- clit being touched thing?" You ask, voice lower than usual.
"It is a "I've never done this before" thing." Diluc says. "And perhaps a bit of the latter."
You make a thoughtful noise. "Do you wanna stop? Go back to the Winery and have a late dinner?"
"No." She doesn't know what she does want, but it's not that.
"Do… have you ever tried thigh riding?"
"I haven't tried much of anything." She winces at her own awkward phrasing. "What is thigh riding?" The name alone paints quite a picture, but she'd like confirmation.
You shift again, slipping your knee between hers. Not pressing, not quite yet, but the implication is there. "There are better positions to do this in but you can," one hand slips down to her waist, "just grind on my leg. You can lean on me too, I promise we won't fall."
Cute. Diluc thinks. She leans in for another kiss as she thinks it over. It sounds good.
She pulls just far enough away to nod her consent, and your face lights up.
"If you get uncomfy at any point, we can stop, okay?" You remind her, and. It's probably a little weird, she thinks, that being reassured makes her heart swell.
"The same goes for you." She says, trying to repay the favor. At the very least it makes you smile.
"Now, come on." You put both your hands on her hips, and… she wonders if you're guiding her because it's her first time or because that's just how you are, in bed. She hopes it's the latter.
Before she can get caught up in the fantasy of someone (you, it's always you) telling her what to do for a change, you lean up to kiss her.
Which. Is not what she expected, but is nonetheless appreciated. You taste like valberry and sweet flowers, and she knows it's your lip balm but it fits you as a person.
You move your leg, your thigh up higher just as Diluc tries to kiss you back, and-- it's not like touching herself. It's not a slow, familiar build up. It's a shock to her system in the best possible way. She outright moans into your mouth before catching herself.
"Right there?" You ask, sounding pleased.
Diluc feels like she should be embarrassed but all she can concentrate on is your warm thigh pressed up against her-- her clit, and your cat-who-got-the-canary grin. Looking at your blushing cheeks and dilated pupils, she realizes that she's not the only one affected.
"You can move. Or I can move. Whatever you want." You say, fingers digging into her hips. There's still not a lot of fat to be had there, and Diluc thinks if it were anyone else she'd be self-conscious about it.
Of course, if it were anyone else, she wouldn't be in this position. "Can you?" She finally asks.
"It would be my pleasure." You practically purr.
Diluc expects you to kiss her this time. Your soft, soft lips against her cheeks, the tip of her nose. You bring one hand up, tapping her temple, and she closes her eyes with a smile. A second later, you kiss her right eyelid and then her left.
Then you move up to her forehead and then, you kiss her on the mouth the same time you shift your leg, and it's the same trick as last time but-- but Diluc shudders and whines against your lips as you begin grinding against her.
It's overwhelming.
It's you and it's pleasure and it's new and it's so much, and Diluc has never been good at describing her feelings but she's pretty sure no one could in this moment.
You laugh when she gives up on trying to kiss you in favor of laying her head on your shoulder after several futile attempts, teasing, "Aren't you famous for your multitasking?"
"Mm." She realizes that you actually have her leg trapped between both of yours around the sixth roll of your hips, and it's probably unfair of her to ask but-- "Can I--" Diluc grabs the hem of your skirt, pulling it the slightest bit up.
"Yes," You say emphatically. You clearly don't want to stop moving, but you do, and Diluc pulls your skirt up over your hips.
One part of her wants to immediately go back to grinding, but the part that wins out demands she take a moment to appreciate your lingerie. Or. Mostly just the wet spot where you've soaked through. Because that's a very important development.
You hook your fingers on the sides, offering, "You can take these too, if you want."
Diluc, already overwhelmed by everything going on right now, needs to replay that sentence a few times in her head before it sinks in.
You… your bare…
Diluc goes through at least three distinct yet indescribable emotions while you simply stare up at her with your all-too-smug little grin.
"Well, master Diluc? Or is it mistress? How about Lady Ragnvindr?"
She forces herself to concentrate on the weird way you say her last name and not the titles, because she's almost certain that's a new found kink of hers and--
"You're overthinking again." You hum.
I overthink everything. She must make a face, because you drop the playful grin and bring one hand up to smooth the divot between her eyebrows. "Diluc."
"Can…" She clears her throat, trying to calm down a little. Or. Maybe not calm down, but get back on track. The easiest way to do that is by asking, "Can I kiss you?"
"Mhm!" You say, already leaning up. Diluc wonders if you mind having to stretch up just to kiss her. Maybe next time you'll do this in a bed, side by side, or you'll sit down in her lap.
Caught up in next time, she must hesitate a little too long, because you huff a laugh and yank her down by the shirt collar. The kiss is klumzy, teeth smashed against lips and she really kisses just your top lip but she doesn't miss entirely, so. It might count.
You giggle, high and joyful, before trying again. And again. And again. And again.
Diluc melts into you, warmth blooming in her chest. You… make her feel safe. In a weird way. A way that her greatsword and Vision have never been able to.
In a way that makes her confident enough to tap the outside of your thigh. You almost immediately stop kissing her in order to move closer, slipping a leg back between hers.
(And she marvels at how quick you are to pick up on nonverbal cues. She's struggled with words and getting them right for as long as she can remember, but she doesn't need to with you. You get her)
"Tell me if you're uncomfortable or it doesn't feel good. This should be fun." You say, nuzzling her shoulder.
Diluc can't quite get yes out of her mouth, so she nods and carefully sets her hands on your hips.
You wriggle a little bit in her hold, laughing, "How bold."
"Says the woman grinding on my thigh." Diluc says dryly.
"Gimme a minute and I'll be the woman making you nut."
Barbatos help her. "Must you word it like that?"
You don't say I must, but you smile, all smug and beautiful, and Diluc sighs. She can't believe how much she loves you.
It must show on her face, because your smile melts into something softer, more heartfelt, and you say, "I love you."