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Storms had been plaguing the plains of Mondstadt lately. For adventurers, commissions are put on hold and rewards are suspended for the time being. Time sensitive commissions taken in by the famous Traveler however, are always finished before anyone can advise her otherwise. Some rain and mud is nothing to The Honorary Knight. It would clear up by the end of the day, anyway.
She had just concluded a search commission when Lumine decided it was finally enough for today. Her standards towards when she gets to rest are highly differing from the bards’ opinion on the matter. She knows as soon as she's back in her teapot, she’ll get a cold scolding on how she should be more careful, how she should cover up when it's so cold outside, and how she should’ve brought an umbrella. She knows they're right, of course. But it's hard to want to stay completely safe when she knows she’ll be praised and coddled once she gets home. Besides, since it's Venti’s birthday, she should waste no more time out of their sight.
As she poofs back into her Serenitea Pots interior, the lovely atmosphere lulls over her. She had briefly forgotten how warm it is inside compared to outside, where the storm continues to rage on. Drops of rough rain pattered against the windows, barely hidden by the sheer curtains. The peace of only the sound of the distant cyclone outside along with the crackling of the fireplace she’d left on early this morning calmed her. The fire still burning meant the bard was still here.
Lumine shivered, shaking her head like a dog and watching the rainwater splash onto the hardwood floor. Swiftly slipping off her boots—and nearly tripping over herself while doing so—she would place her sword on the coffee table in front of the couch before making her way down the hallway to her bedroom. Venti's bedroom had been conveniently placed on the other side of the hallway, right across from hers (at her own request). Knowing what's going on outside, she’s relieved they aren’t forced to sleep outside anymore. Besides, the teapot had too many bedrooms to go to waste! The best way to make use of a mansions many rooms is to fill them up somehow.
The hallway almost felt longer than usual, too much hope in her heart. It's always been them to hold her when she’s tired. They’d always lay with her, ask her to tell them her stories, her struggles, her fears… her emotional reliance on Venti and, in turn, the bard's interest in her wasn't lost on her. Her favorite part of her travels is when she eventually heads back to Mondstadt to see her ever-so-interested storyteller, yearning to hear her tell them her tales.
She eventually finds her hand turning the doorknob to her bedroom, halting briefly in her tracks when she sees her bed fully occupied. Peeking inside, the familiar indigo hair she was waiting to see pokes out from the hem of the comforter, messy and unattended to. It was weirdly toasty in the room, the air hazy with an unfamiliar smell. Creaking the door open further, she sidles herself into the room, making a clear attempt to not disturb the boy in her bed. Upon entering, the bard sits up just a bit.
“Venti?”
“Traveler!” immediately as they become visible, they're noticeably sweaty, nearly panicking at the sudden greeting. They keep the comforter flush against them, holding it close. “You’re back! How did your commissions go, Honorary Knight?” Their voice swings joyfully, drawing her in.
She makes her way towards her bed, and Venti visibly tenses at her closeness. It's weird, she thought. Usually they're quick to hug her, to put their hands on her to check for wounds. They look like they're folding in on themselves right in front of her. She scratches the back of her neck, her hair still dripping wet with the rainwater rolling down her back.
“Ah, y’know, same old, same old. It's pretty nasty out there, so I thought I'd hurry home.” She slides closer to them in bed, still above the covers. “Since you’re always so worried I'll get hurt.” she grins.
“Hey, I'm very confident in your abilities, you know that. It's just natural for me to worry. The wind struggles between nooks and crannies every now and then.” they give a slightly obstructed pout, but their heart isn't in it. Their cheeks don't puff out all the way, nor do they bat their lashes, so something's obviously wrong.
“Sure, sure. But I'm safe now.” She runs her fingers through her dripping blonde locks. “So, did you get drunk and stumble into my bed instead of yours?” Well, that's one way to ask.
“Ah!” They laugh bashfully. “I suppose so! Y’know, our rooms are so close to each other, I just couldn't tell them apart. And I do have to say, your bed is much more comfortable than my own.” Lumine knows them front to back—theyre not drunk. They're only tipsy. But more than that; They're guilty.
“Really? I think I wanna join you. I'm a bit tired,” she lifts the hem of the comforter, crawling closer and taking it in her grasp before Venti realizes.
“Um, Traveler—” in a high pitch, they tried to kindly obstruct her from her goal, but it was just a bit too late. Hoisting the blanket from Venti's body, their bare form is completely on display to her.
Laying upon her gaze was their naked body, warm and red with some sort of previous arousal. Between their legs, splayed a bit too open, stuck the shine of a previous climax, seeping from their seemingly slammed hole. The sheets were wet under their ass, their thighs squeezing together to try to hide the stain. Before she can process her own feelings about anything she's seen, the bard's hand finds her upper arm, squeezing and pulling her closer as if to hide away from what they’d managed to do while she was away. Their voice quivers in a way she hadn't heard before.
“Lumine, I'm sorry, I really didn't intend this, i–”
She almost couldn't believe what she had seen. She’s not upset—how could she be? Someone so reluctant to vulnerability was naked and aroused in her bed. This is even better than the coddling she was expecting to get.
It doesn't take much effort to throw off the dress she's wearing, despite the soaking fabric. The sound of her dress falling from her chest to the floor with a plop is almost too loud in the now stone-quiet bedroom. She rapidly slides herself under the covers with Venti, wrapping her damp arms around Venti’s already sweaty back. They almost whimper. She pushes their body into the sheets they'd destroyed, putting her weight in all the right places.
“You missed me that much?”
Her body against their own, pushing her cold, wet skin against their sticky hot flesh felt so right. Something they had been looking forward to, almost. They slink their arms around her neck, twirling nervously at her damp locks.
“You’d laugh if I said I did.” they do miss her, in fact they miss her quite often. They've never been brought to this point, though. It's shameful for sure, and they know that. But the Honorary Knight is so gracious, so understanding… they grin sheepishly to themselves, turning their head in the opposite direction of hers. Being put on the spot under her kind eyes feels like confessing to a priest. It's not often that they're not the confessor.
“Hehe, I guess I would.”
“See, you're laughing at me.” they huff like an upset child, trying to build up that facade they'd briefly lost under her eyes. It does nothing for them. Her already slick hand drags up their slim, sweaty waist to their ass, squeezing it once before her fingers roam further forward.
“No, no, I'm not laughing at you. Im just..” she breathes a laugh. “...surprised.”
She traces the bard's groins, admiring the plush fat around their cunt. Their body is like porcelain even in such intimate places, it's almost unreal. Sacred. She grazes her fingers over their labia, their legs spreading for her nearly instantly. She knows how to get them to open up by now. “Its a nice welcome home gift.”
Venti watches from below, unable to see anything but her fingers tracing their soaking pussy. She doesn't dare to enter or make any deliberate movements yet, of course. They know she likes to savor them, even if they need it now. They breathe shakily as they gaze back up into her eyes, rubbing the back of her neck simultaneously. “Youre welcome, then.”
“Oh, you're being cocky again?” she finally grazes their clit, circling it as it pulses under her fingertips. Her expression grows mockingly serious, eyebrows raising as her smile falls to a neutral visage. “What about you coming in my sheets? You’ll have to make up for that somehow, you should know.” she flicks at their clit as they squirm under her grasp, her free hand now holding one of their wrists, pushing it into the mattress. She may be shorter than them, and maybe she has smaller hands, but she knows how much her muscles come in handy when it comes to the bard.
Whimpering, they squeeze their thighs together, trying for more pressure. They audibly whine at her. For a poet, they sure seem to be stuck on their words.
“More?” She inches closer, her nose touching their own. “You torture me with your winds while im away, i know you do. Touching me in places only you know get me up, and you don't think I should do the same to you?” she whispers into their ear as she circles their clit, teasing their entrance every now and then. It tries to squeeze around only the very tip of her finger. So cute. They really can't fight her logic. They knew she’d get them back.
A drop of resistant rainwater falls from her bangs and over Ventis neck, rolling down their hot skin and soaking into the pillow below, joining the sweat already seeping into the fabric.
They breathe lowly, trying to ignore how the sensation between their legs is making them react, trying to keep up appearance. “Lulu, you're dripping on me..”
“You can handle a little water. You're the one dripping, bard.” their entrance squeezes around the air, desperately missing the feeling of something inside them. They’d been using their own digits, but it just isn't the same. They need…
“...i need it. Please, Lumi,” they wriggle against her fingers, begging to be filled somehow. They try and grip at her hand holding their wrist down in which she slides her fingers between theirs, entwining her hand with theirs. Their palm is clammy and slippery, yet their hands stick together like glue.
“Your own fingers weren't enough?” she really can't stop picking their brain. It's nice to watch the put-together, confident deity malfunction under her.
“It does naught for me, it's hollow..” their voice trembles into a plea, their pitch heightened. They grind against her fingers just ghosting over their clit, grasping at any sort of friction. Her smile reappears with a laugh. It's difficult to watch a God beg so sincerely without breaking under their pleas.
“Okay, okay, I've got you..” her voice quiets as she lowers her lips to theirs, pecking them first before prying their mouth open with her own. Their tongue slicks against hers, the taste of apple lingering on their taste buds. The taste seems to always stain their mouth, whether remnants from cider or the actual fruit. To her, it's better than any drink the world could offer. And who is she to complain when they taste residually sweet.
“You taste like apples,” she pulls away messily, looking down with warmth into their aqua eyes which flutter between wide open and completely shut. It's been far too long since she's been this close to Venti. Nod-Krai was a trip, and even though she’d finally gotten to visit Dornman Port after, just the Mondstadt air wasn't enough to keep her heart at ease. The touch of the city from where the wind originates is what she needed. It wasn't long before she’d made it back to the moon city though, both new knowledge and continuous longing in hand.
Her fingers ease over their entrance, just barely poking into their throbbing hole. They’re soaked all around. How long were they so desperate for?
“I got your letter,” with a whisper, she pushes two fingers inside, the God squeezing her in return, moaning lowly up into the bedroom air.
“Hah, I thought it was lost to sea…” they breathe in and out, trying to soothe themselves of the almost pain their insides feel at their warriors fingerwork. It really had been too long.
“Thankfully not.” she laughs, being purposefully slow in her approach. Her fingers barely thrust, only teasing the flesh that sucks her in. Any sudden action would have Venti crying, she knows. When the two go this long without making love, Venti gets almost painfully sensitive. After living thousands of years without someone to love, it only makes sense. “I couldn't not come home for your birthday.”
“You weren't far, I figured. Your presence is loud, my warrior.” They giggle breathily under Lumine, who has taken the liberty to bend farther into them, leaving kiss after kiss to their jaw as they begin to moan more and more. Her fingers put a harsh pressure on their walls. They’re lucky she’s so merciful.
Their sex has never been rough. In fact, it’s always been more like a conversation. It's not a request either of the two made, just an unspoken normalcy. Lumine finds peace in going slow, too often being forced to go against her own pace during battle. She loves to take her time. Luckily, Venti finds this rhythm just as pleasurable. They find themselves at her whim no matter what she does, anyway. Whether or not she was gentle, they'd catch up.
She pushes a third digit into their pussy, slipping neatly inside like the space was made just for her. They groan, almost strangled in their throat at the pressure, tears pricking their sight. Another kiss is placed under their jaw, an attempt to keep them steady as they begin to get antsy.
They mutter quietly. “The others missed you too,” they breathe out, looking off into a corner of the room as they try keep their voice in check. It feels like if their mouth opens any wider, the whole of Teyvat would know what they’re up to. “The Angels Share was packed today, even Charles had asked if you'd be back soon–”
“They can miss me all they want.” She curls her fingers against their walls, rubbing and pushing the plush spot she’s learned they adore. It's not hard to know she's found the needle in the haystack when they lift their thighs right into her hand. Their cunt fits perfectly soft in her palm. “They’ll have to wait just a little bit longer. I'm busy, they should know that.” She says it with no sass, only determination. she grins into their neck, picking up the pace of her fingers. As she moves, the God becomes more desperate for friction, the noises coming from both their mouth and their pussy growing more and more unbecoming. They’re almost there.
”Oh, lu—“
She saves no expense to push her fingers deep, hot inside their vagina. The God gives a strangled, whorish batch of whines and groans; music only the most blessed get to hear. She’s even more lucky to get a front row seat. Shes learned by now that her fingers can be just as effective as cock.
They arch their back and whimper out her name and cry out under her, squeezing her hand between their thighs tight, tighter,
“Lumine–!”
And she’s let go. With no whining to spare, Venti spreads out on Lumine entirely, letting them ride out their climax on her fingers until her whole hand is soaked in liquid, the squelching coming from between their legs nothing less than obscene. Their sob quivers down to a mere mewl.
Nearly almost down from their tiny high, they slouch into the bed. Lumine follows suit, lying right next to them against the damp sheets, her fingers still holding their position inside them. She knows they hate feeling empty after.
The first thing they come to notice after the white in their eyes fades is the smell of the air—distinct, naughty, yet comforting. Their other senses gradually reload, hands looking for something to hold. They graze over Lumines shoulder, pulling themselves into her. They would rather smell her sweat than their own, but on the contrary, only God knows how much Lumine loves the scent in the air now. Venti’s usual fragile, fresh scent is only amplified tenfold when complemented by her musk. She breathes them in, kissing the top of their head as they burrow their face into the usual spot on her neck. She holds them closer than she’s gotten to in a long while.
“That was quick.” She finally pulls her fingers from them, moaning uncomfortably at the loss, the sound muffled against the shell of her ear. She licks herself clean while putting her other hand to good use, petting and stroking the bard's head. She's right, they usually don't finish that fast. They seem to lull as well, indicating that was enough for now. “Usually you'd be up and begging for more by now.”
“I just needed a little push, that's all.” giggling so contentedly against her sweaty skin, they’ve found themselves right at home again. “It was the best birthday gift an Archon could ever ask for. But as much as I would adore another go-round, I do have something else planned for today.” they sigh, dramatically implying they wish she'd fill them up again. “You almost made me forget about it, you charmer, you.”
A grumble. “Its your birthday, you’re not the one that's supposed to be making plans.”
“Oh hush, I wanted to.” They peek up from her neck to look into her eyes. “On the way home from the tavern earlier today, I did a little bit of apple picking. And since I knew you'd be home later today, I went to go out and pick up some cake-making supplies! An apple cake sounds yummy, does it not?” They kick their feet behind them like an excited schoolgirl. “I was planning to reveal the idea of us baking a cake together when you got home. Y’know, a cute homey date! But once I got home from my outing, it started to rain, and… I suppose I got sidetracked. ehe.”
“An apple cake does sound good, actually.”
“Exactly! And I remembered your special recipe you taught me last time. I even wrote it down in the kitchen. Now we just gotta make it!”
The excitement in their eyes to bake, of all things, is certainly something this poor knight can't ignore. She sits up with Venti still nestled nakedly against her, gleaming with anticipation for a hearty ‘well let’s get to it!’. Lumine's previous tiredness is weirdly nearly completely faded, which seems to always happen when she's around Venti. She wonders if it's some magic trick they've got up their bardic sleeve, or just a psychological thing. Either way, she's up for a-baking.
“I'd love to bake a cake with you, Ven. But why don't we clean up first?” she glances from the dirtied sheets to Venti, then back at the sheets. It's not long before embarrassed laughter emanates against her skin. Their hair fluffs out in every direction, braids loosely falling free. They may need a shower even more than her at this point, and that gives her time to start washing the bedding. “Okay, okay. Cleaning and then baking.”
The two semi-reluctantly separate, standing from Lumine's bed with hands intertwined. They both look back at the bed once more before Venti pads their way off to the bathroom. They stop in their tracks, remembering something. “Oh! And once it stops raining, we should go picnicking! I've got a beautiful spot in mind. It's right by Stormterrors lair, so the winds might be strong, but it’ll be a great view. We could bring the cake and let Dvalin have a slice, too. I'm sure he’d love to see you.”
“Well I suppose if you've already got it all planned out!” she laughs. She was already wondering where they would go, what they would do. Every year they have near the same idea; wander about Mondstadt, eat delicious foods and hang out with friends before crashing with each other at the end of the night. This plan may not be dissimilar to all the previous ones, but it sounds delightful nonetheless. After a day of fighting in the unruly rain, what could be better on her bones than fresh wind and the company of its maker?
“And who knows, maybe the cake will actually rise in the oven this time.”
“Hey!”