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If Wei Ying had been asked “what sort of pajamas does Lan Zhan wear to bed?” her answer might have been: something utilitarian, like shorts and a t-shirt. Or maybe a set of striped pajamas, like the kind grandpas wear. It would never, in a million years, have occurred to her to say “a slinky silky lacy cami and tiny shorts set,” but that is what she is currently staring—gaping—at as Lan Zhan makes her way from the bathroom to her side of the hotel room.
Wei Ying blinks. Lan Zhan looks—Lan Zhan sort of looks amazing? She's all…tall, which is not a surprise, and muscular, which kind of is? Wei Ying had only ever seen Lan Zhan in power suits or, on occasion, if they were in the office on the weekend, in a pair of expensive jeans and a nice cashmere sweater. Lan Zhan has never been anything but a professional. Now Wei Ying is looking at miles of long, muscular legs and arms, a narrow waist, and…she forces herself to look away from where Lan Zhan's braless, rather sizeable breasts disappear into the fall of her cami as she lotions up are elbows, not looking at Wei Ying. Which is good—Wei Ying should not be observed right now.
Wei Ying grabs her toiletries bag and her own pjs and escapes into the bathroom, where she proceeds to brush her teeth extra hard, as though in punishment, and scrubs her face until it's shining. She moisturizes haphazardly and throws on pajamas, which are far less interesting than Lan Zhan's. Wei Ying does wear a t-shirt and old boxers to sleep. It hadn't actually occurred to her to bring something more respectable, mostly because she'd waited until the very last minute to pack.
She takes a deep breath and leaves the bathroom. Lan Zhan is walking around, picking up and straightening the room, which is—hilarious. Is she really so fussy?
"Hey," Wei Ying says somewhat unnecessarily, but Lan Zhan's silences can sometimes get under her skin and make her feel itchy. Even Lan Zhan's silences can feel like judgment from time to time.
"Hello," Lan Zhan says in that deep voice of hers, the voice that commands many a conference room at their work. How Wei Ying wound up paired up with Lan Zhan on this trip is a mystery, but she's not exactly complaining. It's just weird, isn't it? Lan Zhan could afford the room all on her own, probably, it was Wei Ying who had joked about needing a roommate, and Lan Zhan had volunteered.
Well, anyway. They don't know each other that well, but Wei Ying really likes Lan Zhan, even if Lan Zhan makes her feel like a terrible slob from time to time. Like now.
"Sorry, is my stuff all over the place?" Wei Ying asks, dropping down to her bed. "You should let me get it."
"No need," Lan Zhan says, then bends over to pick something up from the floor, and Wei Ying loses all power of speech, because Lan Zhan's little shorts have ridden up above the waterline, so to speak, and Wei Ying turns immediately away, knowing that she's blushing. She'd glimpsed a tiny bit of Lan Zhan's underwear, but more than that, it's that line of demarcation between thigh and butt that drives Wei Ying absolutely crazy on a woman. And Lan Zhan, amazingly, doesn't seem self-conscious at all. She's just walking around, all on display like that.
She probably thinks she's safe from ogling, with Wei Ying. Wei Ying's stomach writhes with guilt. Stop gawking at your hot coworker, she commands herself.
"Seriously," she says, looking up at the ceiling, where it's safe. "Let me pick up my own crap, I didn't, like, realize it was all over the place—"
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan says, straightening up and turning around. Her breasts swing lightly beneath the silk of her cami, and her hair settles beautifully around her shoulders. "I don't mind."
Wei Ying chews on a hangnail and makes herself nod and only look at Lan Zhan's face. "All right."
Lan Zhan nods almost to herself, then puts everything she's amassed on the floor next to the desk—and where, coincidentally, Wei Ying's bag lies splayed open. She straightens up again and walks over to her bed, pulling the covers back. She really does seem to have the world's longest legs. Wei Ying gets a sudden flash of them wrapped around Wei Ying's waist and—yeah, wow, okay, inappropriate coworker thoughts alert. Wei Ying forces herself to think of something else—boardrooms and that creepy guy she always forgets the name of who sometimes looks at you for too long with a dead-eyed stare and and and—okay, that's better. She's no longer thinking sexy thoughts about Lan Zhan. Good. Cool. Awesome. She's fine.
Anyway, it's not like there's a thought police out there, collecting every infraction. She's fine. She's safe.
Hopefully, none of her thoughts are showing up on her face for Lan Zhan to see.
Lan Zhan, who has thankfully gotten into bed and covered most of herself up, a book in her blanket-covered lap.
It's 8:30. Wei Ying is wide awake.
"So, uh, what time do you usually go to sleep?" Wei Ying asks casually, getting up and making herself get into bed, as well.
"Nine," Lan Zhan responds, turning a page. "I get up at five."
"Five?!" Wei Ying asks in horror. "That's the middle of the night!"
"Work does start at nine," Lan Zhan says without looking at her, but somehow exuding amusement. "I need time to prepare."
"Prepare?" Wei Ying asks dumbly. Wei Ying's preparations for the day involve a quick shower if she hadn't showered the night before, brushing her teeth, running a hand through her hair, shoving a bun in her face, and calling it a day. Oh, and she gets dressed in there somewhere.
"Yes," Lan Zhan says, finally looking over at her. For some reason, Wei Ying notices the empty holes in her ears. Lan Zhan always wears these diamond solitaires in them. They make her look even more put-together than she already does. "I work out, shower, have breakfast—all the usual things."
Wei Ying is mouthing work out like she'd never heard of the concept. "Wow, you're, like. A really functional person, aren't you?" It's out before she can stop herself. Way to make yourself sound like a useless slob, Wei Ying.
"I simply know what works for me," Lan Zhan says, then turns back to her book. "You do not have to get up at five with me."
"Oh, don't worry," Wei Ying laughs, playing with her phone. "There's no fucking chance of that happening." No, Wei Ying is going to get up at eight am and skid into the first panel of the conference at nine, the way God had intended.
"Breakfast ends at eight," Lan Zhan says, as though reading Wei Ying's mind. "You probably don't want to miss it." She turns another page.
Damn. She's right. Wei Ying sighs and goes to switch her alarm to 7:20. Then she looks back over at Lan Zhan, who's frowning in concentration at her book. "Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you reading?"
Lan Zhan doesn't sigh, but she has the air of someone who's sighing. She holds up the book so Wei Ying can read the title. It's something to do with finance. Wei Ying wrinkles her nose. "You read that for fun?"
Sure, Wei Ying is also in finance, but that's her job, not her interest.
"It doesn't hurt to learn more about where the industry is headed," Lan Zhan says almost pissily.
Wei Ying can't help cracking up. "You're such an overachiever, Lan Zhan."
Lan Zhan purses her lips and puts her book down in her lap and ignores Wei Ying. Which, fair enough. Wei Ying would ignore Wei Ying, too, if she could.
She settles against the mountain of pillows on the bed and switches over to Oasis on her phone, scrolling through her feed. Then it's Weibo. Then, finally, Instagram. Nie Huaisang has posted to all three about his latest journey of self-discovery (read: another trip to some tropical paradise where he pretends to contemplate the meaning of life), Wen Qing posted a screed against some coworkers, and Jiang Cheng posted a picture of Wen Qing to all three platforms. He's such a loser. Wei Ying sniggers to herself, then texts him that exact same thought. He responds immediately with three fuming emojis. He's such an idiot. Wei Ying loves him.
And then suddenly, it's nine o'clock at night and Lan Zhan is reaching over and turning off her bedside lamp.
"Oh!" Wei Ying blinks. "Do you want me to turn mine off?"
Lan Zhan says, "You don't have to," in a tone that suggests otherwise, so Wei Ying shrugs and does, plunging them both into darkness.
"You don't mind if I keep being on my phone, though, do you?"
"Of course not." This time Lan Zhan sounds like she means it, her disembodied voice floating towards Wei Ying in the dark. "Good night, Wei Ying."
"Night, Lan Zhan!"
Wei Ying doesn't get to sleep until midnight, reading her latest web novel obsession, and when Lan Zhan's alarm goes off at five, she simply grumbles, turns over, and falls right back to sleep.
*
Wei Ying wakes up an indeterminate amount of time later, groggy and tired, only to blink open her eyes and see Lan Zhan emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair wet, clean-faced and elegant, as always. Wei Ying watches her make her way towards her own bed and then when Lan Zhan goes to drop her towel, Wei Ying squeezes her eyes shut and buries her face under the covers, just in case.
That had been close. Oh God. She's sweating. She's sweating so hard. Lan Zhan is naked right now, right here in this room, and Wei Ying is basically going for sainthood, with how hard she's not watching her hot co-worker getting dressed for the day.
She strains to hear any sounds that might indicate Lan Zhan is done getting dressed and it's safe to emerge, but Lan Zhan is basically silent. Wei Ying waits a requisite amount of time, nearly suffocating under the sheets from the lack of air and her own need for a shower, then finally peeks out. And Lan Zhan is gone.
Wei Ying sits up abruptly, throwing the covers off, and looks around. How the fuck did Lan Zhan manage to leave without the door making any noise? Unbelievable.
Wei Ying groans and buries her face in her hands. Okay. All right. Time to get up and get her ass down to breakfast if she wants to actually eat before the conference starts for the day.
Wei Ying didn't want to go to this stupid conference in the first place, but her boss had mentioned something about professional development and knowing your industry and networking and blah blah blah, it all sounded so dull, but Wei Ying had received the message, and so here she is, waking up at—she checks the clock—seven am, being forced to socialize with coworkers, most of whom she can barely stand. Lan Zhan really is one of the few ones she actually likes. Ohhh, maybe Mianmian will be down at breakfast when Wei Ying goes—unlike Lan Zhan, Mianmian is a chatterer, which works for Wei Ying's purposes, because she does like to pretend from time to time that she isn't just having a one-sided conversation.
With that thought in mind, she goes through the motions of getting ready: brushing her teeth, showering, getting dressed, putting her hair into some semblance of order. She's decided not to bother with makeup, because fuck it. There. She's as presentable as it's going to get.
Making sure she's got her room key, Wei Ying dashes out the door.
Mianmian isn't at breakfast, but Lan Zhan is, sitting there with her congee and tea, eating sedately and being all serene and stuff. She silently indicates for Wei Ying to sit across from her before Wei Ying has even had the thought of joining her—she doesn't want to assume that just because they're roommates for a few days, she can take up all of Lan Zhan's time. Wei Ying meekly says, "Thanks," and goes in search of sustenance.
She decides on congee, coffee, and a banana, even though the bananas look sort of sad and slightly browned, and carries her tray back to Lan Zhan.
She yawns hugely as she sits down, then tucks into her congee. The room is quiet enough that the chewing feels overly loud, but oh well.
"Hey, Lan Zhan," she says once she's done. "Hey."
"Mn?" Lan Zhan has already finished her congee and tea, but is still sitting there, checking her phone.
"Did you have a nice workout this morning?"
"I did, thank you," Lan Zhan says without looking at Wei Ying. "This hotel has nice amenities."
Who talks like that? Lan Zhan apparently. Wei Ying likes her so much. "That's great! I, for one, wish I could have slept more." Wei Ying gives a gusty sigh, then pinches her banana open and starts to peel it.
"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" Lan Zhan asks, finally looking up at Wei Ying.
"What? Oh no!" Is Wei Ying blushing? She might be blushing. "No, no, you were quiet as a mouse, I'm just saying—it's too damn early."
"It's 7:45."
"My point."
Lan Zhan's lips twitch, and then she's getting up. She's in one of her power suits again, the legs of her trousers tapering down, emphasizing the fullness of her hips and her delicate ankles. Her stilettos could be used as a weapon. She's ridiculously hot and Wei Ying is ridiculously into her. Oh no. Oh, what is happening. "I will see you later, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan says, then walks off, hips swaying, to take care of her tray. Because of course she wouldn't just leave it for someone else to clean up, because she's good like that.
Wei Ying shakes her head and shoves half a banana in her mouth. It's kind of mealy and gross, but well, she's committed now. The banana must be eaten.
*
The day is sort of boring. Wei Ying finally spots Mianmian and they fall into a rhythm of attending every panel together, sitting in the back like naughty children and exchanging commentary while trying to suppress giggles. Wei Ying looks for Lan Zhan and every time, finds her in the front, taking notes like a studious student. Unbelievable. Lan Zhan is super committed.
Personally, Wei Ying catches every other sentence, and every sentence she does catch is boring as hell. She's wilting by the time lunch comes around, and by the end of the actual day, she's ready to crawl out of her skin.
And then, dinner. Her company has arranged for all fifteen of them to go out for hot pot at a trendy-looking restaurant, which is nice and all, but most of their coworkers are horrifying bores. Wei Ying had been hoping to slink away and explore Shanghai a little on her own, but that's not to be. Instead, she makes Mianmian sit next to her, and somehow winds up sitting across from Lan Zhan, as well, which is nice. They're the only three women from their company at this conference. They've got to stick together.
About halfway through the meal, just as Wei Ying is shoving a whole shrimp in her mouth, the dude sitting next to Lan Zhan—what's his name? Wei Ying is so bad with names—turns to Lan Zhan, drapes his arm over the back of her chair, leans in, and says, "So, Lan Zhan. How are you enjoying the conference?"
Wei Ying watches Lan Zhan blink slowly as she turns towards him, sets down her chopsticks and leans minutely away. "I'm finding it interesting," she says woodenly. More woodenly than she says most things. Then she turns back to her bowl and picks her chopsticks back up again.
The guy doesn't get the hint or drop his arm. Instead, he leans in even closer and says, "Oh yeah? Have you had a chance to have any fun yet?"
Wei Ying and Mianmian exchange a quick look, then turn back towards the proceedings. Lan Zhan is nibbling on some cabbage. She seems to be…ignoring him? Which is delightful. He's giving Wei Ying some creepy vibes.
"Oh, come on, Lan Zhan, loosen up," he says, still leaning directly into her space as she inches away from him. "You know, a few of us guys are going to karaoke after this, there's a bar across the street. Why don't you join us?"
Lan Zhan's jaw sort of clenches and she says, "No, thank you."
"No?? It's karaoke! Who says no to karaoke?!"
Lan Zhan is obviously saying no to karaoke, but the guy won't leave her alone, so Wei Ying blurts out, "I'll go to karaoke, I love karaoke. Mianmian?"
Mianmian looks at her with wide eyes—are you serious right now?!—but then shrugs and says, "Sure, why not?"
The guy looks hilariously displeased. Wei Ying catches Lan Zhan's eye and winks. And Lan Zhan—Lan Zhan blushes, just a little. The tip of her nose even goes pink, and it's so cute, Wei Ying nearly groans. What the hell. Who allowed Lan Zhan to be both sexy as hell and cute at the same time? That's just fucking unfair.
The whole thing seems to sour the guy's good mood and he drops his arm from the back of Lan Zhan's chair and leans away again to strike up a conversation with another dude whose name Wei Ying's never bothered to remember.
"I guess we're not invited to karaoke?" she says to Mianmian, making sure her voice carries.
"Guess not!" Mianmian cracks up and Wei Ying giggles as she shoves a piece of tofu in the broth, then eats it. It's too hot and she burns the roof of her mouth, but oh well.
After a moment of quiet as Wei Ying chews her tofu, Lan Zhan says quietly, "Thank you."
Wei Ying shrugs, but her belly churns a bit with pleasure. Hell yeah, she helped Lan Zhan shed a creepy dude. Hell yeah, she's a bud.
But karaoke really does sound fun, so Wei Ying says, "Hey, why don't the three of us go to karaoke somewhere else? Lan Zhan, what do you think?" She assumes Mianmian's with her, but Lan Zhan will probably say no.
Lan Zhan looks at her. She seems to actually be thinking about it, which is more than Wei Ying had expected, frankly, but then she says, "Thank you for inviting me, but I—"
"Aww, Lan Zhan, join us!" Mianmian wheedles. "We solemnly swear to make it fun. Really!"
Lan Zhan blinks, then looks down. Her cheeks are really flushed now—which could be the steam from the broth, Wei Ying can't really tell. But then she looks back up and, looking directly at Wei Ying, says, "Very well. I shall join you."
Wei Ying blinks. "Really?" she blurts out. "I mean, that's great! Oh my God, we're gonna have so much fun!" She claps her hands together. "Lan Zhan, have you ever done karaoke before?"
Lan Zhan gives one of her slow blinks again. "Yes."
Mianmian squeals. "Oh my God, do you have a specific song that you do?"
"Yes," Lan Zhan responds, but doesn't elaborate. Wei Ying and Mianmian exchange an excited look. This is going to be awesome.
The bar they find is some way away from the hotel, which means it's also some way away from their annoying coworkers, which is a boon. They take a car there, and then they're spilling out onto the street and teetering up to the bar. Well, Wei Ying is teetering—she should have changed out of her heels for dinner, but she'd been too lazy, so now she's looking like a corporate shill in her suit and stilettos. Mianmian is wearing sensible shoes, and Lan Zhan—Lan Zhan looks perfect. Even with her navy power suit and powder blue shirt, unbuttoned now at the throat, and flesh-colored stilettos, she manages to look right at home. But she also stands out because she's so tall and beautiful? It's weird. Wei Ying is obsessed with her.
The three of them are let inside and shown to one of the karaoke rooms, which has already started to fill up. Wei Ying's done the whole "private karaoke room" thing with her friends before and this way is much more fun. What could be better than belting out some popular song in front of a hundred strangers while holding a glass of baijiu? Exactly.
She's so excited. This is going to be amazing.
Mianmian is the first one to get them drinks. "Lan Zhan, do you want anything?"
"Water, please."
Wei Ying blinks. Is Lan Zhan not drinking? Who does karaoke sober?
Mianmian shrugs, takes Wei Ying's order—baijiu, obviously—and walks off towards the bar. Mianmian's the best.
"So, Lan Zhan, what's your song?" she asks, leaning in close so she can be heard over the general din of the place. Nobody is singing at the moment, but there are a couple of people who look like they're getting ready to get up on stage. Ohh, a duet. Excellent. She realizes that, this up close, she can smell Lan Zhan's perfume. Is that…sandalwood? And jasmine? Fuck, whatever it is, it's good.
"You'll see," Lan Zhan says, holding her gaze.
Wei Ying mock-gasps. "Lan Zhan! So secretive!" Her belly flutters with how hard Lan Zhan is holding her gaze, and Wei Ying wonders if there's something on her face that she should check, Lan Zhan is watching her so intensely. "Fine," Wei Ying says, trying to surreptitiously wipe her face and probably looking like a muppet. "I can wait."
Mianmian returns with the drinks and Wei Ying immediately downs half of hers in one go. If she's going to get up in front of strangers and sing "Tian Mimi," she will need some liquid courage. "Thanks, Mianmian, you're the best," she says after she's done coughing.
"Don't mention it," Mianmian says, sounding amused as she sips sedately at her cocktail. "Anyway, who wants to go first?"
"I'll go!" Wei Ying says. "I'm gonna go sign up. Want me to sign you up? Mianmian? Lan Zhan?"
"I will do it," Lan Zhan says and gets up, apparently to follow Wei Ying. Wei Ying shrugs, but she is intensely aware of Lan Zhan just behind her, her warmth and whole presence like a shield at her back. A very warm, very sexy shield. Ooof, that baijiu's gone straight to her head.
Wei Ying tells the DJ which song she's going to sing, then steps away so Lan Zhan can do the same thing. Lan Zhan leans in close to his ear, probably to be heard over the din, and Wei Ying watches, mesmerized, as her hair slips from behind her back to cover half of her face. She zeroes in on Lan Zhan's lips, attempting to read them, but she sort of misses it all in favor of focusing on how pink Lan Zhan's lips are. Is she wearing lipstick? She doesn't seem to be. Those are just her lips.
"All set?" she asks, once Lan Zhan has turned back to her. "Gonna surprise us?"
"Mn," Lan Zhan says with another lethal slow blink. How does she do that?
Wei Ying giggles, mostly out of sheer nerves, and says, "All right, let's go back, Mianmian's probably lonely."
Mianmian is not lonely. Mianmian's chatting to some cute guy and giggling into her cocktail. Well! That's certainly a development. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan negotiate their way back to their seats, and Mianmian continues chatting with the dude, who's cute and all, but Wei Ying wants to pout. This is their night!
She turns to Lan Zhan, who turns out to be a little closer than Wei Ying had anticipated, and Wei Ying jumps a little, their faces close.
Lan Zhan slowly leans back and takes a sip of her water. "Apologies."
"No, no, no, you're fine!" Wei Ying says, overly loud even in the din of the bar, and shoots back the rest of her baijiu, coming up sputtering and coughing. Sexy. Very sexy. Her eyes are watering and she's grateful she's not wearing any makeup as she wipes them.
"Are you all right?" Lan Zhan asks her evenly.
"Who, me? Oh yeah! Yeah, I'm totally, like, I'm totally great. Fine! Feeling good!" Wei Ying is babbling, which is never a good sign, but it's just that Lan Zhan makes her so nervous, with her perfect hair, and her perfect posture, and her perfect face. Especially her eyes. Wei Ying can't get enough of her eyes, the dark amber of them almost glittering in the dimness of the place.
She's about to open her mouth to probably say something really, really stupid, when she hears the first strains of "Tian Mimi" start up and goes, "Oh! That's me!"
Lan Zhan makes room for her to escape as Wei Ying teeters on her heels up to the stage. She grabs the mic and squints in the spotlight they've got trained on her. She's missed her initial cue, but it's cool, she can shake it off. She joins in a few bars later, her voice not quite finding the right pitch at first, but then she's off. She's a pro. She's done this a million times, ever since Jiang Cheng had first dared her to do it when they were at university. Somehow, for all its cheesiness, it's become Wei Ying's song of choice at karaoke.
Not a lot of people are watching her, from what she can tell, which is just fine by her—she'd rather they didn't, she's feeling decidedly ridiculous in her work getup, she so wishes she'd had a chance to change beforehand. But when she squints a little to the left, she sees Lan Zhan watching her. She's got that intense look on her unsmiling face, and a hard shiver runs down Wei Ying's spine. She blinks several times, voice faltering a tiny bit, then turns away so she doesn't have to look at anyone as she sings.
Her voice isn't as high or sweet as Teresa Teng's, but she manages to be mostly on-key, the baijiu having given her enough courage to just not care. By the time the song is done, she's feeling good, she's feeling great, she's all in.
She takes a bow and there are a couple of cheers and some clapping, and when she finally turns back to Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan's face looks almost soft. Is that—is that a tiny smile? Wei Ying feels her own widen at the sight of it and she runs off the stage, then has to run back up to leave the mic. Her face is flaming by the time she's back in her seat.
"Phew! Done. Someone else's turn now!" she says. "I think I need another drink. Lan Zhan, are you sure I can't interest you in something stronger?" Mianmian's still lost to the dude, nursing her cocktail.
"I'm fine, thank you," Lan Zhan says mildly, then looks down at her glass of water, and adds, "You were wonderful, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying flushes with pleasure and surprise, her face practically flaming. "Oh! Thanks, Lan Zhan! It's silly, I'm not a very good singer, I just enjoy it from time to time, and—"
"It was very good," Lan Zhan says, mercifully cutting Wei Ying's torrent of words off.
"Cool, cool. Well. Thank you. I'm just—I'm gonna—" She escapes to the bar.
The first strains of Jay Chou's "Love Confession" begin as she's waiting for her highball and her eyes nearly bug out of her head as she sees Lan Zhan make her way up to the stage, steady on those lethal heels. She takes the mic and begins to sing, and Wei Ying thinks she might faint, or possibly get a little wet, because what the fuck.
Lan Zhan, singing Jay Chou? With that husky, gorgeous voice? The song is much poppier than Wei Ying would have expected, and Lan Zhan is doing a fucking phenomenal job of its fun rhythm, never missing a single beat. And then Wei Ying blinks and Lan Zhan is looking straight at her as she sings, not even at the screen with the lyrics.
"Highball," the bartender announces behind her, and Wei Ying is aware that that's for her, but she just—she can't—Lan Zhan is—
"Having you means having the whole world," Lan Zhan sings, watching Wei Ying—or, more likely, looking in Wei Ying's general direction, because why would she be looking at Wei Ying? That's just—silly—
Lan Zhan continues to sing as Wei Ying finally collects her drink, takes a sip, savoring it, and then slowly makes her way back to her seat, watching Lan Zhan as she moves. Lan Zhan's gaze follows her the entire time, Wei Ying feeling like her skin is suddenly too tight for her body. What the hell. Having Lan Zhan's attention like that is just…it's…it's a lot, okay, and Wei Ying breaks eye contact by looking down at her drink and then throwing half of it back, even though you're supposed to sip cocktails.
By the time Lan Zhan's song is through, Wei Ying is sweating absolutely everywhere, and is, actually, possibly, a little bit wet. It's just that—how dare Lan Zhan look like that, all competent and like a boss in her dark suit, with her long legs and full tits, while singing Jay Chou directly at Wei Ying?
Lan Zhan doesn't forget to leave the mic where she found it, and then another song starts up and some dude is getting up on stage to start singing god only knows what, Wei Ying sure doesn't, because suddenly Lan Zhan is there, looming over her, squeezing in to take her seat back.
Wei Ying clears her throat. Time to be normal. "Lan Zhan! That was so good! That's your karaoke song?"
"Mn," Lan Zhan says, picking up her water glass again. "Thank you."
"You can really sing, you know that?"
"I used to sing in a choir in school and at university."
"Oh!" Wei Ying can picture that, actually. Lan Zhan probably had to stand all the way in the back because she's so tall. "Why did you stop?"
"I became too busy with work," Lan Zhan says easily, and this might be the longest conversation about not-work they've ever had.
"Huh. I bet you, like, still sing in the shower, though, right?" And then she flushes, because she just managed to put an image of Lan Zhan naked and wet into her stupid brain.
"From time to time," Lan Zhan responds, then gives another slow blink. She has to be doing that on purpose. Wei Ying bets she uses that move to negotiate at work all the time. It's certainly working on Wei Ying, though what it's meant to accomplish, she's less clear on.
"Hey guys!" Mianmian says, making Wei Ying jump. "Heard you both, you were awesome! Lan Zhan, you can really sing!"
"Hey," Wei Ying protests. "I can carry a tune, too."
Mianmian pats her knee. "Sure you can, honey. Anyway, sorry about that." She giggles into her cocktail. "He's just leaving now."
Wei Ying raises an eyebrow. "And are you staying?"
"Wellllllll…" Here, Mianmian has the grace to blush, enough that it's noticeable even in this light. "I was sort of wondering if you'd be okay on your own for the evening?"
Wei Ying mock-gasps. "Mianmian, you bad girl!"
"What! No! We're just going to go get ice cream, I'm dying for something a little sweet!"
"Sure, sure, sure," Wei Ying says, shaking her head. Next to them, Lan Zhan is silent. "All right, well, yeah, sure, we'll be fine, won't we, Lan Zhan?" She doesn't wait for Lan Zhan to respond. "Go have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"But that's not fun at all, you don't do anything!" Mianmian cries out in fake outrage. Wei Ying flushes.
"Hey, that was unnecessary…" Just because she hasn't been on a date in what feels like forever, and the last time she was naked with someone was even longer than that, doesn't mean Mianmian's allowed to tease her about it.
"Sorry, honey," Mianmian says easily, patting her head. "You're a wild adventurous woman wanted by all."
"Okay, you should go now," Wei Ying says, blushing all the way down to her toes. "Go before you ruin our friendship."
Mianmian giggles, blows her a kiss, and then she's off, following her cute guy through the throng of people. Wei Ying is afraid to turn her head because then she'll be truly alone with Lan Zhan, and God only knows what Lan Zhan has made of their exchange.
Does she think Wei Ying is a virgin or something? Or that nobody's ever wanted her? Dammit, Mianmian, she could have saved Wei Ying some face. Oh, well, Wei Ying thinks defiantly. She's got a thick enough face to get through this. Plus, the highball is really doing its job.
She turns back to look at Lan Zhan and says, "Don't think I never go out or anything. I'm like…I totally do. I just choose not to sometimes, you know? Like, I'd rather spend time with my friends and siblings, it's just less pressure that way, but I'm not, like, a nun or anything, I do know how to have a good time and I'm not—"
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan says calmly. "I never thought otherwise." Man, her gaze is intense. It's boring through Wei Ying, making her go all hot and cold and shivery. "I, too, prefer the company of my friends and brother to dating."
This really gets Wei Ying's attention. "Oh yeah? Do you date at all?" Who does she date? Wei Ying thinks it's probably some high-powered men who read for pleasure and are all tall and gorgeous, because Lan Zhan needs someone to match her. Although Wei Ying bets no man is good enough for Lan Zhan. Who could possibly be? And, she thinks a little wildly, they probably don't know how to please her in bed. Huh. That's an intriguing thought. She wonders what—
"I date from time to time," Lan Zhan says, mercifully cutting off the rest of that particular thought. "I find it largely dull."
Wei Ying is right. Dudes aren't pleasing Lan Zhan in bed.
She screws up her face and takes a sedate sip of her drink. "Yeah, well, it's a cesspool, really, isn't it? You need someone who's already been vetted by friends or you wind up on hellish dates." Wei Ying's been there. The last dude she went on a date with had talked about himself the entire time, didn't ask her a single question, and then tried to kiss her afterwards, as if she was going to let that happen. Ew. She doesn't even remember his name.
"Mn," Lan Zhan says, then takes another sip of her water. Afterwards, she looks down at it as though it contains the answers to all of life's mysteries, lifts her gaze back at Wei Ying, and says, "I think I'd like something stronger."
Wei Ying shoots to her feet so fast, her head spins. "Oh my God, really? Yesssss! Do you know what you want? What can I get you? It's totally on me!"
Lan Zhan blinks at her, less slowly this time, more, like, startled. Which is fair. "I'm not very familiar with various types of alcohol. Something that isn't too strong, perhaps."
"Wine it is!" And then Wei Ying is off, fighting her way through the crowds up to the bar. In her heels, she's almost tall, so she easily looks over some girl's head and gets the bartender's attention. "A chardonnay, please!"
He nods at her and goes to get a glass. Wei Ying is so pleased. It's not like she wants Lan Zhan to get sloppy drunk, but she does sort of want to know what a loosened up Lan Zhan is like. Has Lan Zhan ever had a drink? This is going to be awesome. Mianmian doesn't know what she's missing.
Wei Ying finally gets the drink, pays, and then she's back at Lan Zhan's side, being careful not to spill her own drink on Lan Zhan's gorgeous expensive…anything, really.
"Thank you," Lan Zhan says solemnly as she accepts the glass. "The next round is on me."
Wei Ying nearly squeals in delight. This means Lan Zhan is thinking of getting another drink, right? This is going to be amazing.
Wei Ying watches in fascination as Lan Zhan takes her first sip. Her expression doesn't change apart from a slight pinching around the eyes. "Hmm," she says, then takes another sip. "This is pleasant. Thank you."
"Yay!" Wei Ying realizes that she should have gotten herself another drink, too, but she'd been too caught up in the excitement of getting Lan Zhan tipsy. She nurses the rest of her cocktail. "I'm so glad we're doing this," she says with feeling. "I've always found you so intimidating, but you're really nice, Lan Zhan!" Oh God. She almost claps a hand to her mouth. That wasn't supposed to come out, what the hell had she been thinking? She stares at her cocktail balefully, knowing who to blame, and doesn't dare look up to see Lan Zhan's expression.
It takes Lan Zhan far too long to respond, and Wei Ying lives and dies a thousand times in the span of ten seconds before Lan Zhan says, quietly, "I'm glad you are no longer intimidated by me, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying swallows. "I mean, a little," she confesses all in a rush. "You're just all—you're perfect!" She waves her hand around. Fuck it, if she's gonna dig this hole, she's gonna do it all the way. "You're brilliant and gorgeous and tall and you don't seem to give a fuck what anybody thinks about you. Of course that's intimidating."
A tiny line forms between Lan Zhan's perfect eyebrows and she gives a series of blinks. "I'm not perfect," she says just as quietly, and maybe even a little mournfully, which doesn't make any sense. Then she takes a long—a loooong—sip of her wine, looking elegant still. "I have been told I'm cold and unfriendly."
"What!" Wei Ying is outraged. Outraged. "Who said that? I'm gonna fuck them up. You're allowed not to be all, you know, sweet to everyone, that's so sexist!" She raises her chin. "And you don't have to be a chatterbox to be nice, you know? Me, I never know when to shut up, or so I've been told, and—"
"You shouldn't have to stop talking to please anyone," Lan Zhan says unexpectedly, and Wei Ying's jaw snaps shut out of sheer surprise. Lan Zhan isn't looking at her, but at Wei Ying's cocktail. "Wei Ying is…fun."
Wei Ying blinks a bunch of times, attempting to take this in. "Oh. Uhm." She swallows. "Thank you. That's…that's really nice of you to say."
Lan Zhan nods decisively, then throws back more of her wine. This time she coughs and Wei Ying can't help reaching out and patting her on the back. The shift of muscle beneath her hand nearly sends her into overdrive. God, Lan Zhan is so fucking hot.
"I didn't say it to flatter you, it's simply the truth," Lan Zhan says and their gazes lock.
Wei Ying's toes are tingling. Is this a moment? Are they having a moment?
Before she knows what she's doing, Wei Ying is shooting to her feet, blurting out, "I, uh, bathroom! Be right back!" And taking off.
She's still got her drink in her hand, and fuck nursing it, she throws the whole thing back, leaves it on a sticky-looking table, and legs it to the bathroom, where she shuts herself in a stall and attempts to breathe. Then she pees for a while—turns out she really had to pee—and stares at the stall door the entire time, thoughts whirring.
There just. Is no way. That that had been a moment. It's Lan Zhan, for God's sake. Why would Lan Zhan ever be interested in Wei Ying, when she could have anyone? Sure, Wei Ying is cute—she knows she's cute, she's looked in the mirror—and okay, so Lan Zhan thinks she's fun, which is cool as hell—Wei Ying is fun, dammit! She's a lot of fun!—but, like. In other ways. In romantic ways, or maybe sexual ways, why would…besides, Lan Zhan is probably not even gay. Or bi, like Wei Ying is. Or maybe. Or maybe she could be. As she pees, Wei Ying adjusts her worldview by a few degrees. Lan Zhan's no-nonsense approach to everything, her coolness, the way she is with people…she could be a lesbian. Probably. Possibly.
But no. No, probably not. Wei Ying is just dreaming.
She finally stops peeing, wipes, pulls up her pants, then washes her hands for a long time while decidedly not looking in the mirror, and exits the bathroom. She's not feeling more composed, but she's just gonna have to fake it.
"Lan Zhan!" she says as she plops back down onto her seat, "Do you want another drink?"
Lan Zhan's wine glass is empty. Amazing. But when Lan Zhan opens her mouth, what comes out is, "I think I need to leave."
Wei Ying's heart plummets all the way down to her toes. "Oh. All right. Yeah. Sure, let's get out of here."
"You can stay if you'd like," Lan Zhan says, not really looking at Wei Ying.
"Oh, no, that wouldn't be any fun! Forget it, let's go back to the hotel."
The air outside is cooler than the inside had been, though still kind of humid, which is probably going to make Wei Ying's hair look even wilder than it already does. Something has shifted between them and things feel weird, awkward in a way they've never felt before. Wei Ying must have ruined things. Lan Zhan orders them a DiDi and they wait on the corner and don't speak, the silence hanging heavily between them.
Wei Ying shouldn't have run off at the mouth, probably. Probably, she'd made Lan Zhan uncomfortable. She does this a lot—talk too much and make people uneasy. She's a lot, she knows she's a lot. It's just that…she's never really cared before.
Their car pulls up and there's another awkward moment where they try to make the other one get in first. Lan Zhan wins and Wei Ying slides into the backseat first, scooching all the way over to the window to give Lan Zhan as much space as possible. Lan Zhan folds herself into the seat and there's, like, an acre of car between them, as the car pulls away. Wei Ying feels it like a physical thing.
Ugh. This sucks. She wants to say something, anything, to dispel the awkwardness between them, but wasn't her talking what got them into trouble in the first place?
So she looks out the window at night time Shanghai passing by and berates herself.
Back at the hotel, they make their silent way to the elevator, then up to their floor. Shit, they're not even separating to different rooms, they're rooming together. How awkward is this going to be? Wei Ying wants to smack her own forehead.
Lan Zhan quietly lets them into the room, allowing Wei Ying to walk in first—she's such a…gentlewoman. God, she's so nice.
Wei Ying walks through and drops down onto her bed, much more neatly made from how she'd left it this morning. She clears her throat as she watches Lan Zhan slide out of her shoes. It's odd to see that they've left little pink indents on Lan Zhan's feet. Lan Zhan seems so perfect that surely, she doesn't have a fully human body that reacts to things the way normal human bodies do.
"Hey, Lan Zhan," she says before her brain's caught up with her. "I had a lot of fun tonight."
Lan Zhan straightens up and looks at Wei Ying in that super intense way she's got. "I did, too. Thank you…for inviting me. And for the drink."
Now that she's looking for it, Wei Ying can detect a certain wobble in Lan Zhan's walk as she makes her way over to her own bed. Ha. She did get Lan Zhan tipsy, for all the good it did her. "Yeah, of course. I'm glad you came out with us."
It's probably never going to happen again, Wei Ying thinks mournfully. She wishes she could retrace her steps and stop herself from doing whatever it was that made Lan Zhan look this sad. Which is what she looks like—sad. Maybe it's also the alcohol. Wei Ying knows it can be a downer for some people—maybe that's what it is for Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan is flushed, too, which is so cute, it's unreal.
"Mn," Lan Zhan says, then takes off her suit jacket and drapes it over the back of the desk chair. Then she stands up and untucks her blouse from her pants, which—cool, okay. And then she's starting to unbutton her blouse and oh, okay, Wei Ying should look away, probably. Uh, Wei Ying should let Lan Zhan have her privacy, right?
She peeks over, in time to see Lan Zhan slide the blouse off and fling it onto the back of the chair. Her bra is a sky blue color, matching her blouse, and it's beautiful. As are her tits. They're full, and Wei Ying can sort of see the darkness of her nipples through the thin material and oh God, she's literally staring at her coworker's tits, how much lower can she get?
And then Lan Zhan, unaware that she's being ogled by her coworker, is starting to unbutton her pants and Wei Ying shoots to her feet, slides them out of her shoes, and escapes to the bathroom. Then she realizes that she forgot her pajamas in the room, swears, and tiptoes out of the bathroom, trying not to look.
The thing is, though. The thing is, though, it's hard not to look. Lan Zhan is like a magnet, and Wei Ying a pile of iron shavings. Her gaze is immediately glued to Lan Zhan, standing in the middle of the room in just her underwear, her panties the same sky blue as her bra, with half her ass on display, pulling her hair up into a bun. Her back is to Wei Ying, so she has no idea Wei Ying is observing her, and for just a moment, Wei Ying allows herself to look.
Lan Zhan is gorgeous. The smooth fall of her hips, the muscles of her back and her arms shifting as she works on her hair, her long, muscular legs…she's basically the perfect woman.
Wei Ying sighs, grabs her pajamas, and escapes back into the bathroom.
She undresses, brushes her teeth, showers so she won't have to in the morning. She comes out of the bathroom with her clothes balled up in her hands—she's got another suit for tomorrow, it's fine—and Lan Zhan has already pulled on her ridiculous and ridiculously hot cami and shorts set.
"Uh, bathroom's all yours," Wei Ying mumbles, feeling self-conscious in her ratty t-shirt and old boxers.
"Thank you," Lan Zhan says quietly, picks up her toiletries carrier, and goes into the bathroom.
Wei Ying slides into bed with her phone and scrolls through her social media apps. She's caught up on Weibo and Oasis by the time Lan Zhan comes back out of the bathroom. She doesn't look at Wei Ying as she walks over to her bed and pulls back the covers. She grabs her own phone and plugs it in.
It occurs to Wei Ying that it's far past nine o'clock. She wonders if Lan Zhan will still get up at five and work out tomorrow morning. It also occurs to her that tomorrow night is their last night as roommates, which sort of bums her out. She wishes they had more time, but come next Monday, they'll be back to just being colleagues who don't see each other outside of work hours. Which is too bad. Tonight had been so fun, and so nice, getting to know Lan Zhan a bit outside of work.
Wei Ying scrolls through Instagram unseeing. Lan Zhan clicks off her light. "Good night, Wei Ying," she says, sounding subdued.
"Night, Lan Zhan." Wei Ying reaches over and shuts off her own light. Then she sighs, plugs her phone in blindly in the dark, and turns over. It takes her a long time to get to sleep.
*
Lan Zhan is hungover. She's not telling Wei Ying she's hungover, but she's definitely hungover. Wei Ying, of all people, can tell a hangover when it's staring her in the face: the telltale pinching around the eyes that means a headache, the frown, the constant drinking of water. Lan Zhan has them all. She also didn't get up to work out, which is yet another sign. Wei Ying watches Lan Zhan get ready for the day and feels terrible.
There's none of the awkwardness lingering from the previous night that she had expected, but Lan Zhan isn't exactly being friendly. Not that Wei Ying can blame her: hangovers suck. Lan Zhan has already gotten dressed and is now brushing her hair in front of the mirror—not that it needs brushing. Lan Zhan's hair is, at least, not hungover, cascading perfectly down her back. She's got another pantsuit on, a dove gray color, and she looks like a knockout, even if she probably feels less like one. Her heels are black today. Absolutely lethal.
Wei Ying should probably, like. Get dressed. Brush her teeth. At least she doesn't have to shower. Wei Ying, unlike Lan Zhan, can hold her liquor.
She grabs her clothes from the closet (she had the foresight to at least hang up her work clothes instead of leaving them in the suitcase along with the rest of her shit) and makes her quiet way to the bathroom, to be as unobtrusive as possible.
She brushes her teeth, figures out something to do with her hair—it's misbehaving again, dammit—then gets dressed. Her eyes aren't even puffy, which they sometimes get the morning after she has baijiu. She actually looks pretty good. Huh. She decides to put on lipstick, just because. It's a scarlet red and she looks phenomenal in it, if she does say so herself. Her suit is black with a red silk blouse underneath. Let it never be said that Wei Ying can't look good when she chooses to.
She pads out of the bathroom, pajamas balled up in her hands, and comes up short when she sees Lan Zhan is still in the room, sitting on her bed, staring at the wall.
"Lan Zhan?" she asks carefully. "Are you all right?"
Lan Zhan looks like she's coming out of a reverie. She blinks, once, then turns to Wei Ying. Her eyes look slightly unfocused. "Yes. Of course."
Wei Ying tosses her pajamas onto the bed and approaches Lan Zhan the way you would a spooked animal. Very, very carefully. "You sure?"
Lan Zhan clears her throat, winces, and nods her head, even as she says, "No."
Wei Ying suppresses a laugh and sits down onto her own bed, facing Lan Zhan. "All right. Headache?"
Lan Zhan nods.
"Stomach feels a bit funny?"
Looking miserable, Lan Zhan nods again.
"Dry mouth?"
"Yes," Lan Zhan nods.
"Yeah," Wei Ying says sympathetically. "You're hungover. Have you had aspirin?"
After a moment, Lan Zhan shakes her head.
"Okay, well. You need to take aspirin. Then we're going to go down to breakfast and stuff you full of greasy food and coffee."
"I don't drink coffee," Lan Zhan says mournfully.
"It's medicinal," Wei Ying assures her, standing up. "Come on." And extends her hand for Lan Zhan to take.
Lan Zhan looks up at her in some confusion, but then takes Wei Ying's hand—oh; that feels nice—and stands up. Lan Zhan is already wearing her shoes, unlike Wei Ying, so she is absolutely towering over her, and they're so close, and they're holding hands, and—
"Okay, great!" Wei Ying chirps, dropping Lan Zhan's hand. "Let me just—shoes—"
She skitters over to where she'd abandoned her heels last night and stuffs her feet into them. They're not the most comfortable so she has to take a moment to adjust to slight pain, then turns around. Lan Zhan is standing just where Wei Ying left her, and Wei Ying can't help it—she laughs. "Oh, Lan Zhan. You've never been hungover before, have you?"
Lan Zhan stares at her balefully.
"Come on, let's go make you better. Oh, wait! Hang on." She roots around her bag until she's found aspirin and takes out two tablets, then grabs Lan Zhan's nearly empty water bottle, and hands her both. Lan Zhan obediently puts the aspirin in her mouth and washes it down with the remaining water. "Good," Wei Ying says decisively. "Now we can get you un-hungover."
Lan Zhan nods.
Down at breakfast, Wei Ying looks for Mianmian but doesn't see her. Hmm. She leads Lan Zhan over to the buffet and fills her plate with all sorts of stuff that's helped her in the past—buns, fried noodles. When she reaches for the ham, Lan Zhan gives a decisive shake of her head. Okay. No ham. Wei Ying shrugs, and keeps going. Finally, she makes Lan Zhan sit while she gets them both coffee and sticks the steaming cup under Lan Zhan's nose. "Eat. Drink. You'll feel better. Promise."
Lan Zhan begins to eat just as obediently as she'd taken the aspirin. Wei Ying feels weirdly powerful. She tucks into her own congee and for a while, they're both quiet. Well, Wei Ying is quiet, which is the notable thing. Lan Zhan is always quiet.
Afterwards, Wei Ying makes Lan Zhan sit while she collects both their trays and dumps them by the trash. "Come, grab your coffee cup, we'll refill it, and then get going."
"Okay."
Lan Zhan is still looking wan, but Wei Ying hopes it all kicks in soon. This type of stuff always helps her—and she knows from hangovers. Wei Ying refills both their coffees, then leads them towards the conference space. People are already milling about, all these men and women in power suits, and Wei Ying realizes she's got another boring day ahead of her.
"Hey, Lan Zhan," she asks, turning to her. "Are you planning on being up front again for the panels?"
Lan Zhan's pale face turns, if possible, even paler. "I…don't think so."
"Good. Then you're with me. Come on." And, once again, she grabs Lan Zhan's hand and leads her towards the room where the first panel is taking place. Lan Zhan follows her, subdued. Wei Ying sets them up in the last row of the place, which is still filling up. People are talking everywhere and Wei Ying can only imagine how much Lan Zhan is wishing to not be here right now. "Are you all right?" she asks, leaning over.
The scent of Lan Zhan's perfume hits her at that moment. Oh God, she smells good. How did Lan Zhan remember to put on perfume while hungover? Wei Ying forgets to put on perfume most days. "Mn. Yes," Lan Zhan says. Then, quietly, and a little mournfully, she says, "No."
Wei Ying suppresses another laugh—she's not laughing at Lan Zhan, it's just that she's so cute right now, even in her misery—and says, "Listen. You don't have to be here. It's not like anyone is taking attendance at these things."
Lan Zhan frowns. "But I—I should be here. This is why we're here."
"I mean, I guess," Wei Ying says dubiously. "We're here to learn, I suppose, but also network. Have you been networking?"
Lan Zhan takes a moment to respond. Then, "No."
Wei Ying rolls her lips inwardly so she won't even smile. "Yeah, me neither. I hate networking, it's the pits."
"It is," Lan Zhan agrees. Then she looks Wei Ying in the eye. "Do you really think I don't have to be here?"
"One hundred percent. Go sleep it off. I promise you'll feel better after that. All the stuff you ate and everything will kick in, and you'll be good as new."
Lan Zhan is already rising. Wei Ying wishes she had an excuse to go with her—Wei Ying really doesn't want to be here—but Lan Zhan probably needs to be unobserved for a while.
But maybe… "I'll check in on you in, like, an hour, all right?"
Lan Zhan looks at her as though unseeing, then nods. "Thank you. I will just…" Then she abruptly turns and walks out of the room slightly gingerly. Wei Ying watches her walk away—goddamn, that ass—and sighs, slumping back in her chair. Guess she's going to have to learn about ethical issues in financial institutions and markets after all.
About five minutes later, as everyone else is filing in the room, Mianmian slinks her way in, spots Wei Ying at the back immediately, and beelines directly for her. Wei Ying raises an eyebrow. Look who the cat dragged in.
Mianmian, at least, has the grace to look sheepish. "Hey, Wei Ying." She grabs the empty seat next to Wei Ying.
"Hey, yourself. How was last night?"
"Forget about me, did I just see Lan Zhan leaving the conference space?!"
Wei Ying finally allows herself to laugh. "Yeah, she, uh. Had a glass of wine last night. It's not sitting well with her."
"Oh, no." Mianmian's grin is huge. "Poor thing. Baby's first hangover?"
"Baby's first hangover."
"Oh man. I can't believe you got Lan Zhan to drink!"
Wei Ying raises her hands. "I did nothing, she's the one who decided to! Anyway, it was fun." Until, suddenly, it wasn't. "What about you? How was…ice cream?" She leers.
"It was ice cream!" Mianmian protests. "It was delicious! Then he brought me back to the hotel! All strictly above board and proper."
"Hmm."
Mianmian smacks her on the arm. "Stop it." A pause. "Okay, we might have kissed, but that's all, I swear."
"Hmm. Are you gonna see him again?"
Mianmian looks sheepish again. "Yeah. He's taking me to dinner tonight."
Wei Ying is full-on grinning. "Oh yeah?"
"Yep! Some cool new Italian place, apparently."
"Well, that sounds nice." Wei Ying wishes she had a date lined up. With, like. Lan Zhan. But Lan Zhan is currently nursing a hangover, and anyway, why would she—no. It's never going to happen. "Good for you."
"Thank you!" Mianmian beams.
The panel is, as expected, not only dull but sort of hilarious, considering the topic at hand. Wei Ying looks around the room and wonders just how many people actually practice actual ethics in their jobs. Perhaps she's being unfair.
Afterwards, she tells Mianmian she'll be right back, and runs upstairs to check on Lan Zhan as promised. She tiptoes up to their door, winces when the unlocking mechanism whirrs to life, and as quietly as she can manage, opens the door, then shuts it behind herself. She slowly makes her way into the room and—
Lan Zhan is lying on the bed on her back in her pajama set, hands folded over her stomach, fast asleep. Wei Ying can't believe she'd been able to change into pajamas, Wei Ying would have just face-planted onto the bed and called it a day.
Wei Ying contemplates Lan Zhan's long body, then feels bad about just standing there, staring at her, and turns around, getting ready to go back downstairs. She takes a few steps when she hears a quiet, "Wei Ying."
Wei Ying freezes, winces, and turns back around. Lan Zhan is still lying there like a corpse, only with her head turned towards Wei Ying. "Oh, hey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just wanted to check to see you were still breathing and—"
"You didn't, I woke up on my own," Lan Zhan says. Then blinks. Then she sits up abruptly and gingerly touches her temples. "Oh."
"Is it gone? You feeling better?"
"Yes," Lan Zhan says, wide-eyed. "I—I am." She puts her hands to her stomach and blinks.
"No more queasiness?"
Lan Zhan shakes her head.
"Good! Works like a charm, every time, I'm telling you. Food, caffeine, nap. Oh, and aspirin and water."
"I…" Lan Zhan looks up at Wei Ying. "Thank you, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying waves her away. "Eh, don't worry about it. Happy to help!"
Lan Zhan nods slowly, then says, "Still, you didn't have to. I appreciate it."
Wei Ying is blushing—she knows she's blushing. "Seriously, I feel like it was sort of my fault you were hungover in the first place, so—"
"It wasn't," Lan Zhan says quietly. "It had been my choice to drink."
"Yeah, but I dragged you out and—"
Lan Zhan cuts her off with a shake of her head. "That had been my choice, also. And I…" Here, Lan Zhan lowers her eyes, eyelashes a dark line above her cheeks. "I'm glad I did. I'm…happy you invited me." And then she raises her gaze to Wei Ying's.
Wei Ying can't even blink, she's staring so hard. This. This feels like a moment. Again. But it can't be…can it? Surely, it's… She clears her throat. "I am too! I had a lot of fun with you." Probably a bit too obvious, but Wei Ying's mouth has never helped her before, why should it start now? "Anyway, I'm gonna go—you know, back downstairs, but you should take your time. I bet the next panel is gonna be boring as hell, so definitely don't rush back."
Lan Zhan is already folding her long legs and swinging herself off the bed. "I'm going to return."
Wei Ying gulps. "You sure?"
Lan Zhan nods and then grabs her clothes from the back of the chair. "I will only be a minute." Then she freezes. "But you don't have to wait for me."
"Oh, I, uh—I'll wait! I don't mind. Promise. Go ahead."
Lan Zhan nods a bit stiffly, then disappears into the bathroom. Wei Ying slumps against the wall and attempts to breathe. She'd liked Lan Zhan before this trip, but now it's turning into a whole, like, crush, which is just. Not what she needs. This is going to become a real problem, she can feel it. She just likes her so much.
Lan Zhan emerges looking impeccable. Of course she does. Not even a (former) hangover can make her look bad. "Okay," she says, smoothing down the front of her trousers. "I'm ready."
They get downstairs—the next panel has already started, so they have to sneak in like the bad kids in school. Wei Ying had been that kid, but she would bet her entire bank account on Lan Zhan never having had to sneak into anything in her life. There are some empty seats in the back, so that's where they head, Wei Ying wondering just how much Lan Zhan is hating this. But at least she's no longer hungover. That's good news.
The panel is—obviously—boring, and Wei Ying finds her attention wandering. She grabs a program from the end of the row and flips through it. There's a lunch keynote speaker—can't they get a break?—and then a few more panels in the afternoon. After that, there's supposed to be another company dinner, she knows. She wonders if there's any way to escape it.
Lan Zhan sits next to her stiffly and takes notes on her phone. Damn, she's good. Wei Ying feels like an idiot next to her, because it never even occurred to her to take notes. Hell, she can barely pay attention. Her boss had really made a mistake in sending her to this.
To Wei Ying's surprise, Lan Zhan sticks with her after the panel. They sit together at lunch, joined by Mianmian, and then go to the next panel together. Wei Ying doesn't pay much attention to those, either, mostly because Lan Zhan is sitting so close to her, Wei Ying keeps getting a hit of her perfume, and it fucks with her head. By the time the last panel is taking place, Wei Ying is ready to crawl out of her skin from wanting Lan Zhan to basically grab her and fuck her up against the conference room wall. It may be crass, but it's God's honest truth. Wei Ying has never claimed not to be a woman of simple tastes, but she'd dare anyone to look at Lan Zhan and not want her to pin them down and do all manner of sinful things to them.
Hoo boy, she has got to get her shit together.
Lan Zhan, for her part, looks as calm and collected as she always does, this morning's hangover all but forgotten. She sits next to Wei Ying, thumbing at her phone, seemingly paying attention to every single word that the dude is saying and not noticing Wei Ying squirming next to her the whole time.
Except that about half an hour into the torturously boring panel, Lan Zhan suddenly takes her hand off her phone and pins Wei Ying's jiggling leg with it. Wei Ying freezes. She blinks down at where Lan Zhan's—big; oh gosh it's big—hand is holding onto her thigh, and flushes so much, she thinks she might actually be having a hot flash. The room grows unbearably warm, and Lan Zhan's hand feels like a fiery brand over the material of Wei Ying's skirt.
"Uh…" Wei Ying says intelligently. "Sorry?"
Without looking at her, Lan Zhan squeezes her thigh and then lets go. Immediately, Wei Ying's skin feels cold where Lan Zhan's hand has been. Wei Ying watches the same hand return to Lan Zhan's phone and continue taking notes as though nothing had happened, and her mind pings around like an overactive slot machine.
Had that—what—but—why?
Wei Ying can't figure out what the fuck just happened, but the easiest explanation would be that Lan Zhan had grown annoyed with her squirming and put a stop to it. Well, joke's on her, Wei Ying can't stop squirming, except for a whole other reason now, the reason being that she is suddenly so wet, it's actually uncomfortable. She's pretty sure she's soaked through her underwear, which is so embarrassing, she flushes all over again. Thank God she's wearing a black suit and there will be no visual evidence. She squeezes her thighs together and does her very, very best not to squirm, except that she can't help it. The longer the men up front talk about something she couldn't care less about, the more restless she grows, the more she moves around her seat, the swishing of the fabric of her suit against the chair so loud and obvious, she cringes.
Oh God. Just sit still. Why can't she just sit still, like a normal person?
Wei Ying tries, she really, really does. Then she realizes that along with moving, she's stopped breathing, and exhales loudly, attempting to release some tension.
Then she gets an itch on her low back and goes to scratch it, squirming more, and just before her hand returns back to her lap, Lan Zhan takes her wrist and pins it down to Wei Ying's thigh. Wei Ying can't help glancing over at her and this time, Lan Zhan is looking right back. Wei Ying holds in a gasp, but just barely. Lan Zhan's gaze is—there's no other word for it—piercing, lancing right through Wei Ying, and she looks imperious and serious and so intense, Wei Ying nearly moans. She definitely gets more wet, like, a whole gush of it. Oh God, that's so humiliating.
She attempts levity when she huffs out a laugh and whispers, "Sorry, am I that annoying? I'll stop, I'll stop, I'm just too warm, is all."
"You are distracting me," Lan Zhan says in a low voice. "Please behave, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying finds it in herself to pout, then flutters her eyelashes. "Ah, Lan Zhan, have mercy on me, this panel is so dull."
"If you were paying attention, you'd get something out of it," Lan Zhan continues, still holding Wei Ying's wrist hostage. Wei Ying flexes it experimentally and Lan Zhan's grip only tightens. Oh. Wei Ying makes an inadvertent noise, like a whimper, and Lan Zhan's eyes flash in her direction.
"Ah, jiejie, please," Wei Ying pleads, reduced to utter pieces under Lan Zhan's scrutiny. Lan Zhan's gaze seems to go a little distant at her words. "I'll do my best, all right?"
As though burned, Lan Zhan drops Wei Ying's wrist. She nods, then turns back up front, like Wei Ying isn't even there. Wei Ying watches her beautiful profile for a moment, then decides that nope, there's no way she's capable of sitting still for another, oh God, twenty minutes, and flees the room as quietly and unobtrusively as possible.
Out in the quiet hallway, she takes a shaky breath. Okay. All right. Bathroom. She should—yeah. Bathroom. If only to take care of the whole got wet at Lan Zhan's touch thing, which remains completely humiliating. Wei Ying has always known she's easy like that, but even for Wei Ying, this is too pathetic.
She runs into the ladies' room and locks herself in a stall, then leans her forehead against the door and attempts to breathe. She hasn't looked in the mirror, but she bets that if she were to, she'd find completely crazy eyes, and also probably that her hair has gone wild again. She can never get it to behave for long.
Once she's taken in a couple of deep shaky breaths, she plops her clothed ass down onto the toilet seat and sits there, staring at the weirdly pristine door, and attempts to quiet her mind. It works about as well as she'd expect, which means not at all, and then she hears the bathroom door swing open and freezes. She should probably, like…get out, wash her hands, and then possibly wander around until the end of the panel because there's no way she's coming back to that snoozefest.
"Wei Ying?"
Wei Ying freezes. Oh shit. That's Lan Zhan. Has she—has she left the panel in order to search for Wei Ying? Oh God. Wei Ying nearly groans, then forces herself to say, "Yep! Hi! Sorry, do you need the—"
"Are you all right?"
"Of course!" she chirps, her voice about two octaves too high. "Why wouldn't I be!"
"I…" And then Lan Zhan peters out, which is so unlike her, Wei Ying sits up, straining forward as though she'll be able to hear better this way. "I wanted to make sure. Apologies for disturbing you."
Oh no, is Lan Zhan leaving? Something compels Wei Ying to fumble with the lock and swing the stall door open as she shoots to her feet. Lan Zhan is turning around and heading towards the exit, so Wei Ying does the only thing she can think of and calls out, "Lan Zhan, wait!"
Lan Zhan stops and slowly turns around. She looks—conflicted? It's hard to say, to be honest, considering that Lan Zhan always looks sort of the same, except that Wei Ying has learned to read her a bit better by now, and she does—she looks conflicted and maybe a little…guilty?
"What are you apologizing for?" Wei Ying blurts out.
Lan Zhan visibly swallows, still looking perfect, apart from two telltale splotches of pink across her cheekbones. "I'm afraid I made you…uncomfortable. And I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"Oh! Haha!" Wei Ying laughs, still a bit too high. "Uncomfortable? Not at all!" She licks her suddenly dry lips and squeezes her thighs together. "Nope, totally fine, I'm just, you know, sorry I was so annoying and you must be really tired of me by now, right, Lan Zhan? After so many days?" Oh God, is she still talking? She's still talking. "I mean, that's a lot of Wei Ying all at once! Anyway, it's almost over, which is great, right, so if you—"
"I'm not tired of you," Lan Zhan says quietly, thankfully putting an end to Wei Ying's seemingly unending torrent of words.
"Oh." Wei Ying exhales, and looks away, accidentally catching sight of herself in the mirror. She'd been right—she's a total mess, her hair flying out of the ponytail she'd put it into, her lipstick all but gone, the collar of her red shirt lying limply against her collarbone. She's never really made office wear work for her. She swallows and looks down at Lan Zhan's black patent leather shoes. There's someone who's made office wear work for them. "I'm glad." Her voice comes out small. She clears her throat, and without looking at Lan Zhan still, says, "You know, I think you're super interesting, so I'm really, really glad we got to spend time together. And, you know, be roomies for a bit." Oh God, what is she even babbling about? "Anyway, I'll just—"
"I am too," Lan Zhan says, and she sounds less uncertain now. Wei Ying's gaze flies up to meet Lan Zhan's. Lan Zhan is watching her carefully, but just as intensely as always. And then she takes a step towards Wei Ying and something compels Wei Ying to take a step towards Lan Zhan, and then Lan Zhan says, "I think you're…interesting…also. And I'm happy to have been able to spend time with you."
"Really?" Wei Ying blurts out. "Even after last night?"
A small line appears between Lan Zhan's eyebrows. "Why after last night?"
"Oh, you know." Wei Ying flaps her hand around. "All the…wine and your hangover and you seemed, like, upset or something before we left, and—"
"I wasn't…upset," Lan Zhan says. Has she gotten closer somehow?
Wei Ying looks up at where Lan Zhan is towering over her and feels her heart beating. "No?" Then why were you so sad? she wants to ask.
"I was…" Lan Zhan pauses, as though searching for the right word, which is unusual for her. "I simply felt…" And then she peters out again.
Wei Ying is on tenterhooks, and when Lan Zhan doesn't say anything else, she opens her mouth and asks, quietly, "Felt what?"
Lan Zhan takes a visible breath. "Wei Ying—"
The bathroom door swings open and a woman walks in. Lan Zhan jumps and steps back away from Wei Ying, and Wei Ying wants to shove the interloper right out of the door because argh! Lan Zhan had just been about to say something, and now she's retreating. The interloper shuts herself up in a stall and Wei Ying is forced to listen to a torrent of pee start up a second later. Oh God. They shouldn't be talking in here, should they?
But if they leave, the moment will be over, Wei Ying just knows it, and she needs to know what Lan Zhan had been about to say. "What is it?" she asks, her voice pleading. Oh God.
"Nothing," Lan Zhan says, shaking her head. "I—it's simply that—"
The toilet flushes and then there are the sounds of the woman pulling up her pants. She exits the stall and gives them a bit of a weird look before washing her hands, drying them, and finally, finally leaving.
"It's simply that what?" Wei Ying asks, taking a step forward. Why is she so insistent? She doesn't really know, except that she's certain Lan Zhan had been about to say something important and Wei Ying is absolutely desperate to hear it.
Lan Zhan gets a determined look on her face and gives a single shake of the head, which makes her hair sweep beautifully to the side. "It's simply that I am…glad…that we have spent this time together. And I hope that we can spend…more time together…outside of work."
There's a very tinny ringing noise in Wei Ying's ears—is it the bathroom lights or something?—and she has to clear her throat before she can make words happen. Finally, she manages to say, "Really?" because that's the only thing clamoring in her brain. Really, really, really?
Lan Zhan nods. "Really."
Wei Ying can't help the smile that overtakes her face the next moment. "Ah, Lan Zhan, I'm so glad! I just—like you so much!" Oh God, what is she saying?! "I mean, that's…I just mean, you know, you're a great person and stuff, and of course I like you, who wouldn't like you, you're the coolest, but anyway—"
Wei Ying is dimly aware of Lan Zhan stepping closer to her, just as she's dimly aware of the ground beneath her feet and the slight smell of urine around them, and she runs off at the mouth up until the moment when Lan Zhan invades her space, towering over her, and says, "Do you mean that?"
Wei Ying's heart yoinks inside her chest. "Mean what?" she says in a tiny voice.
"That you like me…so much." Lan Zhan's gaze is so intense. It's so intense. Wei Ying can't look away from her absolutely stunningly gorgeous face.
"Yeah," she says before she can stop herself.
Lan Zhan nods, as though in confirmation, and then she's raising her—beautiful, big—hands and cupping them to Wei Ying's face. Wei Ying's heart starts rabbiting inside her chest, a riot of what what what, and she just manages to lick her lips before Lan Zhan says, "I'm going to do something now," and leans in, slowly, as though giving Wei Ying time to pull away if she wants to.
Which she really, really doesn't. Like, at all. Instead, Wei Ying, heart soaring, leans in right back and then Lan Zhan is kissing her, right there in the bathroom, the scent of her perfume enshrouding them both.
Lan Zhan tastes incredible. Wei Ying opens up her mouth, wanting to get more of that taste, and Lan Zhan moans and grabs Wei Ying around the waist the next moment, bringing her in close. Wei Ying's breath catches at the feel of Lan Zhan's breasts pressed up against her own, the hard insistence of her mouth, the way her hands are caging Wei Ying in, making her knees turn to jelly. Lan Zhan's not a shy kisser, the way Wei Ying might have thought, had she given it any thought prior to now. No, she's all in, taking what she wants from Wei Ying. It's making Wei Ying want to bare her throat and give herself over to Lan Zhan completely. It makes her want to climb Lan Zhan like a fucking tree.
She breaks off, panting. "Fuck."
Lan Zhan doesn't waste any time and brings her mouth to Wei Ying's neck, her teeth sinking into the flesh there. Wei Ying cries out, then clamps her mouth shut—they're in a fucking public bathroom, and the panel is about to let out, so there will probably be people trying to get into the bathroom, and here they are, just about to rip each other's clothes off—
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying pants. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, wait, Lan Zhan!" She grabs onto Lan Zhan's shoulders and shoves at her, none too gently.
Lan Zhan looks unfocused, her lips shiny and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and for once, her hair looks less than perfect. Wei Ying wants to do so many unspeakable things with her, she genuinely doesn't know where to start. "What is it?" Lan Zhan asks, her voice low, husky.
"We're—" Wei Ying breaks off when Lan Zhan slides a hand down and grabs Wei Ying's ass, squeezing. Wei Ying shudders and gets even more wet, God. Right. Focus, Wei Ying. "Fuck. We're in a public bathroom, we should probably, like…go somewhere else, or—"
Lan Zhan is already moving away, grabbing Wei Ying's hand, and towing her out of the bathroom. Wei Ying teeters on her high heels and barely keeps up. How Lan Zhan can just stride around on those like she was born to it is a mystery. She's just that cool.
Wei Ying can't help giggling as Lan Zhan marches them down the—thankfully, empty—corridor towards the bank of the elevators. She's not looking at Wei Ying, but she's not letting her go, either. Her hand is so strong around Wei Ying's, and Wei Ying takes a moment to take all of Lan Zhan in—her tall figure with its narrow waist, generous hips and tits, and long legs, her beautiful face, looking determined as she watches the inert elevator doors, waiting for them to open. God. Wei Ying's brain is one big static noise, because it doesn't seem to compute that Lan Zhan wants her possibly as much as Wei Ying wants her. Seems impossible, really, except that Lan Zhan's got a deathgrip on her hand and when the elevator doors ding open, she strides in, Wei Ying barely keeping up, and is on Wei Ying the moment the elevator doors close.
Wei Ying gives a surprised moan as Lan Zhan pins her to the wall and kisses her. Actually, kissing is too sedate a word for what Lan Zhan is doing, which is basically devouring Wei Ying whole. Wei Ying can barely keep up, can barely breathe, really. She grabs onto Lan Zhan's ass—God, it's fantastic—and presses up close, hating that she's wearing a tight skirt that's getting in the way of shoving Lan Zhan's thigh up against her pussy for some relief. Lan Zhan solves that problem the next moment when she hikes Wei Ying's skirt up—Wei Ying yelps into her mouth—and pins her against the wall with a thigh between Wei Ying's legs.
"Ride me," she orders quietly.
Wei Ying nearly comes on the spot. "Fuck, are you—are you sure—" Wei Ying's face is flaming—she's already so wet, she'll probably get Lan Zhan's beautiful expensive suit all…juicy…
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan whispers in her ear. "Ride me."
Wei Ying begins to move. She's throbbing against Lan Zhan, and the material of Lan Zhan's suit feels rough against her thighs, chafing, but the muscle of Lan Zhan's leg feels incredible, the pressure just right, and Wei Ying moves faster and faster, clutching Lan Zhan's arms as her head thunks against the mirrored wall of the elevator and her eyes close of their own accord. She's so close, she's so close, she's just about to—
The elevator pumps to a stop and the doors slowly slide open. Wei Ying mewls, frustrated, then whips her head around—is there anyone there? But no, thankfully they're alone, and before she knows it, Lan Zhan is grabbing her by the hand and leading her out of the elevator. Wei Ying can barely even shove her skirt back down as they're all but running down the hall towards their room. Her feet are killing her, and they are not going to thank her later, but who cares, who cares, she's about to get absolutely railed by Lan Zhan, she can just feel it. Anticipation swirls in her belly, overtaking anything else. Her pussy is basically gushing at the mere thought of what's about to happen to her. She hopes Lan Zhan likes it wet.
Lan Zhan is the one to stick a card into the lock, the one to let them in. Before the door has even shut, she's pushing Wei Ying up against the wall, sliding to her knees, and shoving her hands up Wei Ying's skirt. Wei Ying gasps as Lan Zhan's hands find her underwear and decisively skim it down Wei Ying's legs without a single word. Wei Ying's mouth drops open—this is moving somewhat faster than she had anticipated—but then she's obediently stepping out of her ruined underwear, still wearing her heels. She doesn't have long to think about the precarious position she's in because the next moment, Lan Zhan shoves her skirt up out of the way, grabs Wei Ying's leg, and throws it over her shoulder before sticking her face right in between Wei Ying's legs.
Wei Ying gasps and doubles over. Oh, fuck, she hadn't been prepared for Lan Zhan. For all that she had wanted Lan Zhan to do this exact thing to her, she somehow hadn't been ready for the reality of it: Lan Zhan's gorgeous, flushed face right in her pussy, licking her out like she's a woman possessed, hands like brands around her hips. Wei Ying shudders against her, grabs the back of Lan Zhan's head, and bends almost in half from how fucking good it feels.
Lan Zhan isn't teasing her, she is just fucking—going for it, licking Wei Ying's clit over and over and over again, and Wei Ying doesn't even have a moment to feel self-conscious about having showered many hours ago, because the pleasure takes over everything else. She's trembling, and oh God, is that really her voice, making all of those embarrassing sounds? Lan Zhan's busy eating her out, so it can't be her, thus by process of elimination, it's gotta be Wei Ying. Oh God, it's so much, it's almost embarrassing, except for how everything feels incredible, her pussy fluttering against Lan Zhan's mouth, everything tightening and concentrating low in her belly, in her clit, God. Wei Ying's breath catches in her throat right before she comes, wave after wave of it, all the tension releasing all at once. She hits her head on the closet door as she convulses, but she barely even feels it.
Fucking hell. What. In the world.
It takes them both several moments to pull it together. Wei Ying is panting, her skin feeling over-sensitive, her nipples so tight, they're chafing against the lace of her bra. She's feeling kind of exposed like this, with her skirt shoved up around her hips and her leg still thrown over Lan Zhan's shoulder. Lan Zhan's got her warm face pressed up against Wei Ying's thigh and she's panting, hot breath fanning over Wei Ying's feverish skin.
Finally, after a long moment of this, Lan Zhan pulls back and looks up at Wei Ying. Her mouth and chin are glistening, and she looks sort of…dirty and fucked out, still fully clothed, only her hair in somewhat of a disarray. She's so intense, her gaze boring into Wei Ying's. And then she opens her mouth and says, "I hope you can go more than once."
Wei Ying laughs, surprised into it. "Yeah," she says. "I can go more than once."
Lan Zhan's gaze, if anything, darkens even more. "Good." Then she gently takes Wei Ying's leg and sets it down. Wei Ying wiggles a bit to get some feeling into it, then feels self-conscious for how ridiculous she probably looks.
Lan Zhan doesn't appear to notice her discomfort. She simply looks down, takes one of Wei Ying's ankles, lifts it, and slips a shoe off of Wei Ying's foot. Wei Ying almost comes a second time from the sheer relief of it. Lan Zhan repeats the process with the other foot, and then she stands up and, towering over Wei Ying, leans in. The kiss tastes like Wei Ying's pussy, which is just all sorts of deliciously dirty. Wei Ying gets into it, nipping at Lan Zhan's full lower lip, licking inside, giving as good as she's getting. It's about time she's started catching up to hurricane Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan moans, pins Wei Ying up against the closet door even harder, and begins shoving at Wei Ying's suit jacket. She breaks off the kiss in favor of kissing a line up Wei Ying's neck, nipping as she goes. When she gets close to Wei Ying's ear, she whispers, "Take off your clothes, Wei Ying," and really, who is Wei Ying to disobey? So she helps Lan Zhan slip the jacket off of her, then goes for the buttons on her shirt only to be stopped by Lan Zhan. Wei Ying gives her a questioning look, but Lan Zhan isn't looking at her. She's looking at the vicinity of Wei Ying's blouse-covered tits, then lifting her hands to replace Wei Ying's on the buttons. Lan Zhan undoes them expertly one by one, and then she tugs the shirt out of Wei Ying's waistband and reveals her black lace bra.
Wei Ying doesn't even have a moment to prepare herself before Lan Zhan makes a desperate sort of noise and latches directly onto Wei Ying's nipple through the thin material. Wei Ying slaps the closet door behind her. She's got incredibly sensitive nipples, and Lan Zhan isn't being gentle. She's biting down, sucking on it, and making these ridiculously hot noises, like she's loving what she's doing. The combination is so heady, Wei Ying gets kind of dizzy. She's still fully exposed with her skirt hiked up around her hips like a belt, and she can feel herself getting wet again, pussy beginning to tighten with want. She wants Lan Zhan's leg back so she can rub up against her, rub up against something, but when she mumbles, "Give me your thigh," Lan Zhan pulls back and raises an eyebrow.
"Needy," she says, and Wei Ying laughs, disbelieving.
"Excuse me, who shoved me up against the wall and—mmm!"
Lan Zhan's kiss is rough, her tongue insistent against Wei Ying's, breath hot and still tasting like Wei Ying. Wei Ying melts against her, arching her body, wanting to get some relief. Lan Zhan doesn't give her her thigh back, but the next moment, she's sliding her hand in between Wei Ying's legs and then all but shoving two fingers right inside her pussy, all the way to the hilt. Wei Ying makes a surprised noise and squeezes around her as Lan Zhan flutters her fingers and gets that soft spot deep inside Wei Ying that makes sparks fly behind her closed eyelids. Oh fuck, how is Lan Zhan so good, so laser-focused on making Wei Ying absolutely lose her fucking mind? Her fingers are long, strong, and Wei Ying cries out as they continue to torture her from the inside with unbearable pleasure.
"Lan Zhan," she pants, breaking off her kiss. "Lan Zhan, you're—fuck—what can I—what can I do for you, come on, tell me, what—"
"Want to make you feel good," Lan Zhan mumbles. "Let me, Wei Ying."
"You are, you're making me feel good," Wei Ying reassures her. "I just—I'm half-naked and you're still fully dressed. Unfair, jiejie, wanna fuck you, wanna feel you—"
"You are feeling me," Lan Zhan says archly, and Wei Ying wants to shove at her, except that would mean Lan Zhan would stop fingering her, and Wei Ying isn't ready for that to happen. She whimpers as Lan Zhan speeds up and adds her thumb on Wei Ying's clit to the proceedings. Wei Ying clutches at Lan Zhan's shoulders, pressing up close, and arches her body more, trying to get as much pleasure as she can, which is—a lot, actually, considering what Lan Zhan is currently doing to her.
Wei Ying cries out as she comes a second time, thrashing against Lan Zhan, wanting to bend in half and being unable to because Lan Zhan is right there, holding her up. She realizes a moment later that she's clamped her mouth around Lan Zhan's neck and is sucking on it as she comes down. She makes herself let go and pants against Lan Zhan's damp skin there. "Fuck me."
"All right," Lan Zhan says agreeably. "But let me get you fully naked first."
Wei Ying laughs, unexpected, and pulls back, watching Lan Zhan's face, which looks—wow, very smug and self-satisfied. "You feeling like a stud, making a girl come twice in five minutes?" she asks.
"Yes," Lan Zhan says simply. Then her face softens and she runs her clean hand through Wei Ying's hair. "Not just any girl," she says quietly. "Wei Ying."
Wei Ying sucks in a breath. That had been…unexpectedly tender and she doesn't think her heart can take it, so she says, "Lan Zhan, you have got to get naked now, I can't fucking wait anymore," and Lan Zhan nods and says, "Very well."
They finally separate. Wei Ying's legs are barely holding her up, but she somehow manages to slip out of her shirt, finally undo her skirt and toss it to the floor, and then she's left in just her bra, watching Lan Zhan methodically undress herself right there in the hallway. She would feel self-conscious, maybe, if she wasn't so fucking turned on still, it's nearly painful.
First the jacket, which Lan Zhan tosses into the room proper, where it lands with a thump on the floor. Then Lan Zhan gives Wei Ying a quick look and unbuttons her shirt, revealing that beautiful light blue bra that Wei Ying had already seen and fantasized about. God, Lan Zhan's got absolutely gorgeous full tits. Wei Ying's are all right—they're a handful, and that's a generous way of putting it. Lan Zhan's look heavy, and Wei Ying desperately wants to put her face between them and possibly have Lan Zhan smother her. It would be a fantastic way to go.
And then Lan Zhan is tossing the blouse after her jacket and going for her trousers button. She undoes it, then unzips, and steps out of the pants un-self-consciously, as though she's done it a thousand times in front of Wei Ying already. Wei Ying is barely breathing as Lan Zhan's matching light blue underwear is revealed. It's thin enough that Wei Ying can see the darkness of her pubic hair through it, and—oh God, it's wet, too, wet from Lan Zhan's pussy. Before she knows what she's doing, Wei Ying is dropping to her knees and grabbing Lan Zhan by the hips. At this rate, they're never even making it to the bed, but if she has to wait even a second longer, she'll lose her fucking mind.
"Can I?" she asks, looking up at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan's face is beautifully flushed, and she gives a single jerky nod. Wei Ying immediately leans in and all but sticks her nose up against Lan Zhan's pussy, inhaling her scent. She smells incredible—strong and musky and turned on. Wei Ying runs her hands all up and down Lan Zhan's gorgeous smooth skin—her hips and belly and thighs, and then dips her fingers into the line between her thighs and ass, that spot that had driven her absolutely mad when she first saw Lan Zhan's ridiculous pajamas. "Fuck." She pitches forward and rubs her forehead against Lan Zhan's belly, feeling both blissed out and turned on to within an inch of her life. She's wet again, her pussy pulsing, and she doesn't know where to even start. "What do you like? How do you like it?" she asks, thinking that, hey, that's probably as good a place to start as any.
"I like…being in charge," Lan Zhan says haltingly, and Wei Ying snorts.
"Yeah, I got that." She licks her lips and looks up again, though it's hard to look away from Lan Zhan's panties-covered pussy. "You want to tell me what to do?"
Slowly, Lan Zhan nods. Then she licks her lips, too, and says, "Yes. Get up."
Wei Ying obeys, rising to her feet. She watches Lan Zhan expectedly, making her eyes wide on purpose.
"Get on the bed."
Wei Ying turns and throws Lan Zhan a flirtatious look over her shoulder. She knows she's got a great ass, and Lan Zhan hasn't had a chance to admire it yet. Wei Ying saunters over to the bed slowly, swaying her naked hips. "Yeah?" she says.
"Lie down on your back." Lan Zhan sounds a bit strangled. Good. Excellent. Wei Ying is having the right effect on her.
Wei Ying obeys, arching her back and relishing feeling wanted and turned on. "Want me to get fully naked, jiejie?" she asks, indicating her bra-covered tits.
"Not yet," Lan Zhan says, then walks over to the bed, too. She's—glorious. Absolutely fucking stunning in her matching bra and panties, her hips soft, her muscular legs endless. Wei Ying's breath hitches at the sight of her, and she finds herself biting down on her finger just to do something with her mouth. Fuck. Fuck, she can't believe this is happening. Has been happening. Will continue to happen. Wei Ying watches Lan Zhan as she waits for her next set of instructions, and this time when her eyes go wide, it's no put-on. Lan Zhan swings one leg around and then straddles Wei Ying right there on the bed, locking her in. She leans down until their lips are a breath apart, her glorious hair making a privacy curtain for them, and whispers, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying swallows audibly, which is a little embarrassing. "Oh yeah? How long?"
Lan Zhan leans all the way down until she's nosing underneath Wei Ying's jaw, then running her teeth down her neck. "A very long time," she mumbles, and then she bites down. Wei Ying cries out—that was no nibble, it's a hard bite, the kind that raises your blood to the surface. Wei Ying whimpers as Lan Zhan sucks on the spot, going hard, unrelenting, and Wei Ying's hands bury themselves in Lan Zhan's hair of their own volition. Fuck, she's so wet and so turned on, and if Lan Zhan doesn't touch her again soon, Wei Ying's going to lose her mind. She squeezes her thighs together, which brings some relief, but not nearly enough.
Lan Zhan, for her part, leans back and looks down at where she's been mauling Wei Ying and looks—well, she looks mighty pleased with herself.
"You gave me a hickey, didn't you," Wei Ying says, touching the sore spot. She winces.
"Mn," Lan Zhan says easily, then leans back down and does the same on the other side, raising goosebumps all up and down Wei Ying's body. Wei Ying makes an embarrassing noise, and she knows she should be unhappy that Lan Zhan's leaving marks where anyone can see them, but she finds herself pleased as punch instead. Whatever, let them see! They're not the ones with physical evidence of Lan Zhan's want on them, so Wei Ying will show it off, thank you very much. She giggles at the thought and Lan Zhan pulls back from her ministrations and gives her a questioning look.
"Nothing, nothing," Wei Ying says, laughing. "Carry on, please—I like it."
Lan Zhan nods, then leans down and this time, she's going directly for Wei Ying's tits. Wei Ying gasps as Lan Zhan bites down, hard, on the top of one tit and sucks all the blood to the surface there. Wei Ying can't help whining as she does—it's both painful and makes her even more wet, what a weird feeling. Lan Zhan continues in a similar vein until Wei Ying is pretty sure there's not a clean spot left on the top of her breasts, and still, Lan Zhan won't take off her bra.
"Hey, Lan Zhan," she whispers. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…"
Lan Zhan makes a popping noise as she pulls off of one of Wei Ying's tits. "What is it?"
"You could, like…take my bra off. I like my nipples played with." Her face flames up as she says it, but it's true, and she'd like Lan Zhan to get there already.
"Patience," Lan Zhan says instead, and Wei Ying huffs out a frustrated breath. "I'm not going anywhere," Lan Zhan adds, and okay, fine, that makes Wei Ying melt into the bed a little bit, because…does that mean they're going to be doing this for a long time? Maybe they'll even get to miss the company dinner…maybe Wei Ying is dinner…
"Okay," she says happily and stretches her arms over her head, arching her back beneath Lan Zhan. "Okay, I'll be good and patient."
Lan Zhan's gaze darkens and the next moment, she's wrapping her big hands around Wei Ying's waist and bestowing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her belly and ribs and the spot beneath her tits. She noses into Wei Ying's belly button, making her laugh, then goes lower, kissing the whole time. She's still got her thighs clamped around Wei Ying's hips, which means she can't get between Wei Ying's legs, so Wei Ying wonders what her plan is here. But Lan Zhan simply continues, not letting go of Wei Ying's waist, and kisses over her mound, gives a quick lick to her pussy, then goes down lower. She shuffles down until she can free one of Wei Ying's legs and—oh, oh, okay, that's—
That's Lan Zhan's mouth right on the meaty inside of Wei Ying's thigh, sucking yet another hickey into her. Fuck, Wei Ying's gonna look like a crime scene after Lan Zhan's done with her. Her neck, her tits, and now her thighs, all covered in Lan Zhan's mouth shaped bruises. She squeals at a particularly hard suck, shuddering, and Lan Zhan gives her a quick smirk from between her legs before leaning down and doing the same on the opposite thigh. Wei Ying is pretty sure Lan Zhan can probably smell how wet she is, how much she's getting off on it.
She attempts to play it cool as she pouts and says, "Jiejie's so mean, mauling her Wei Ying. I won't have a clean spot left, it'll all be bruises!"
"Wei Ying deserves attention," Lan Zhan says, then noses directly into Wei Ying's pussy, making Wei Ying gasp and writhe beneath her. "Wei Ying deserves to be bitten," Lan Zhan continues and, as though proving a point, leans down and bites on the underside of Wei Ying's ass, sucking so hard, tears spring up in Wei Ying's eyes.
"Fuck! Lan Zhan!"
"Mn," Lan Zhan responds, then does it again, to the exact same spot, which is now sore, and makes Wei Ying see stars. "You taste good," Lan Zhan breathes. "And smell good." She buries her face against Wei Ying's pussy again and Wei Ying is out of words, she's one giant live wire, sparking at every single touch. She moans as Lan Zhan begins to lick her out again, strong tongue fluttering against her clit, which feels huge and swollen with how much Wei Ying wants her.
"Fuck," she breathes and buries her face against her arm, then takes hold of it with her teeth and bites down. Has Lan Zhan broken her? All Wei Ying wants now is more biting, more licking, more of everything. She inhales hard as Lan Zhan makes her tongue into a hard point and plays with her clit that way, making pleasure bubble up as though from within Wei Ying's depths. She's never—she's never ever been this turned on before, this desperate to come after having already had two orgasms. Lan Zhan's making her absolutely crazy, and Wei Ying's barely even gotten to touch her. Hell, Lan Zhan's not even fully naked yet.
Lan Zhan is making these delicious-sounding noises, as though going down on Wei Ying is doing it for her, which is just…crazy, and Wei Ying starts to pump her hips, trying to get even more out of Lan Zhan, even more pleasure, even more everything.
Lan Zhan clamps her hands around Wei Ying's hips and stills her. "I will give you what you want," she says quietly but in that commanding way she's got. Wei Ying nearly combusts. "But you have to be a good girl." Okay, Wei Ying's lying—now she's about to combust. "Can you do that for me?"
Wei Ying is nodding before she's even had a chance to think about it. "Yes, yes, I can—I can be a good girl for jiejie," she manages, and Lan Zhan's fingers bite into the flesh of her hips so hard, she cries out. "Jiejie, have mercy on me, I'm only one Wei Ying."
Instead of responding, Lan Zhan darts forward and begins to eat her out in an unrelenting rhythm, even though her tongue must be tired by now, she's been using it so much. Wei Ying gets the giggles thinking about how little Lan Zhan talks and this is probably the most her tongue's worked in a very long time. Lan Zhan makes a questioning sort of noise, but doesn't stop, and Wei Ying says breathlessly as she laughs, "Nothing, nothing, it's—oh, fuck—" And then, just like that, she's coming, the echo of her giggles still ringing in her ears. She thrashes in Lan Zhan's hold, trembling so hard she thinks her muscles might seize up, and it feels so good, she might actually leave for the stratosphere for a moment there. Fuck.
It takes her a while to stop writhing around, and by the time she's done, Lan Zhan has laid down her head on Wei Ying's belly, her hair tickling Wei Ying's oversensitive skin. Wei Ying is still gasping, staring up at the ceiling, and for a long moment, neither of them says anything as they lie there, Lan Zhan's hot breath fanning across Wei Ying's hip.
"Well, fuck me," Wei Ying finally manages. "God. You really enjoy eating pussy, don't you?"
Lan Zhan hums happily, but doesn't say a single word. Finally, she lifts herself up and looks down at Wei Ying, eyes blazing. Fuck, she must be so frustrated, not having been touched yet. Wei Ying wants to eat her out so badly. Wants to sink her fingers deep inside Lan Zhan's pussy, if she's into that, and make her come ten times in a row. She hopes Lan Zhan can do that.
"Come here, Lan Zhan," she says quietly. "Let meimei make you feel good. What do you want?"
"I want to play with Wei Ying's tits," Lan Zhan says, making Wei Ying burst out laughing, scandalized.
"Lan Zhan! Give a girl a break, you'll end me!"
"Are you saying you're done?" Lan Zhan asks archly.
"Well, no…" Wei Ying squirms, checking in with herself. Could she go again? Absolutely. Right now? Signs point to no. "It's just so unfair, you being all over me and denying me your glorious everything." She puts on an exaggerated pout. "Let me touch you. Please?"
Lan Zhan's face softens, which is so shocking, Wei Ying almost chokes on her tongue, and then she leans down and gives Wei Ying a lingering kiss that tastes like Wei Ying's pussy. "Very well. What do you want to do?"
Wei Ying grabs onto her face and begins peppering Lan Zhan's face with kisses. "Everything," she says in between. "Everything, want to do everything. Touch you, eat you out, everything."
Lan Zhan sits back and grabs onto Wei Ying's thighs, hauling Wei Ying down until they're crotch to crotch. "How do you want me?" she asks.
Wei Ying laughs. "How do you want me? I'm here for your pleasure." She does her best to leer. Lan Zhan's lips twitch, which probably means Wei Ying didn't quite nail it, but oh well. "Come on, give me your pussy, Lan Zhan. Wanna taste you."
"Very well." Lan Zhan lets go of Wei Ying and shuffles backwards until she's off the bed. Wei Ying watches as Lan Zhan sweeps her hair to the side and then goes for her bra, which—fuck, how had Wei Ying not noticed this and gone for it?—is clasped in the front. Immediately, her breasts spill out, gorgeous, heavy, and Wei Ying's mouth literally waters from wanting to suck on them.
"Fuck me."
Lan Zhan gives what looks dangerously close to a smirk, and then goes for her underwear, skimming them down her legs until they hit the floor, and there she is: completely nude, completely for Wei Ying's taking. Good God, she's stunning.
Wei Ying makes grabby hands at her. "Come back here, let me—let me touch you."
Lan Zhan gives her a long penetrating look, then climbs back onto the bed and straddles Wei Ying once more. "You can touch me," she says, then leans down and one of her breasts brushes Wei Ying's mouth unerringly. Wei Ying whimpers and rears up until she's got one dark nipple in her mouth. Lan Zhan's hips are so soft beneath her hands, and her nipple so hard. Wei Ying sucks and sucks, then bites down and relishes Lan Zhan's hiss at that. Two can play that game, she thinks a little wildly. She moans before letting go and going for the other breast, seeking it like a baby bird, which is probably a weird thought, but she doesn't have time for reflection, only wants Lan Zhan's other tit in her mouth. Lan Zhan generously gives it to her, and Wei Ying sucks on the nipple, bites down on this one, too, and Lan Zhan actually whimpers. Whimpers. There's a rushing in Wei Ying's ears, and suddenly, this isn't enough, none of this is enough. She pulls back and grabs both tits in her hands before bringing them together and burying her face against them.
So she's a breast girl. Sue her.
She licks in between, then kisses her way across the soft flesh of them, and then, flicking a quick gaze up at Lan Zhan, bites down right over the top of one of her breasts.
"Wei Ying—"
"What, you can do it, but I can't?" Wei Ying gives the same spot a firm suck. "We'll match like this," she breathes, and to her shock and pleasure, Lan Zhan huffs out an actual laugh. Wei Ying pulls back and looks at her just as Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying and the shared smile between them might be worth more than all the sex they've had so far combined. Wei Ying thinks she might have died and gone to heaven to have Lan Zhan look at her like that, and give her that soft, blinding smile.
She lets go of Lan Zhan's breasts and pulls her down for a kiss. She's got no choice: she's simply got to kiss her.
Lan Zhan feels pliant in her arms, against her lips. She's kissing Wei Ying back with so much want, Wei Ying nearly melts into the bed. She has enough presence of mind to remember to touch Lan Zhan everywhere—her back, her gorgeous full hips, her stunning ass, which is both soft and hard somehow, and fuck, she is absolutely glorious. Then Wei Ying runs a hand between Lan Zhan's thighs and Lan Zhan shudders and whimpers above her.
"Jiejie," Wei Ying breathes. "Give me your pussy, want to taste you."
Lan Zhan nods and then sits up. She's breathing hard, her chest going up and down, and Wei Ying gets a little lost, watching her—she's so, so beautiful. Then Lan Zhan takes a deep breath, lets it out, and says, "Like this," before knee-walking up and up until she's straddling Wei Ying's chest. "Do it like this."
Wei Ying has definitely died and gone to heaven, and if she hasn't yet, being choked to death by Lan Zhan's pussy will be the exact way she wants to go. "Fuck yeah, come here."
This way she gets to eat Lan Zhan out and play with her ass.
Lan Zhan shifts up the bed and then she's lowering herself and sitting down on Wei Ying's face. Yes.
Wei Ying makes a ridiculous noise, but she can't help it—Lan Zhan is all around her this way. Her soft, strong thighs, her dripping pussy, her whole body looming over Wei Ying. Wei Ying doesn't want to be anywhere else but here, and she starts eating Lan Zhan out with so much enthusiasm, it's a little embarrassing.
Lan Zhan tastes incredible. Musky and strong, exactly the way a woman should taste. Wei Ying's had a few guy friends who've complained about having to go down on girls in order to get blowjobs, and Wei Ying has never understood this: eating pussy is the best. She gets into it now, getting messy, finding Lan Zhan's swollen clit and playing it like an instrument, doing her best to keep an even rhythm. Lan Zhan grabs onto Wei Ying's head and begins to pump her hips, arching her body in a way that probably feels really good, and Wei Ying thinks, yep, this is the way to go. She can't always take a full breath, she's dizzy, but she keeps going, because Lan Zhan is so clearly getting off on it. Her noises are incredible—tight, as though she's trying to be quiet, but can't; high-pitched and whining, the way she never ever sounds outside of this context. Wei Ying can't believe Lan Zhan can even sound like this. And then, Wei Ying speeds up and Lan Zhan's cool seems to snap altogether. She cries out and pumps her hips, pinning Wei Ying completely beneath her, and takes what she wants, with seemingly very little regard for Wei Ying's comfort, which is exactly how Wei Ying wants it.
Take it, take it, take it, she thinks as she licks her out, her chin dripping with Lan Zhan's juices. Fuck yeah. She's got her hands on Lan Zhan's ass, encouraging her to move harder and faster. She's so soft and hard at the same time, she's amazing.
When Lan Zhan finally comes, her voice breaks, and Wei Ying feels her pussy fluttering as her taste changes. Oh fuck, that's hot as hell. Wei Ying continues to lick her until Lan Zhan finally lets go and sits back, breathing hard. She's crushing Wei Ying a little bit, and Wei Ying so doesn't care.
"Oh, fuck," she breathes, staring up at Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan's chest is heaving up and down, and she's flushed and beautiful, her pupils blown wide, her mouth bitten red. She. Is. Stunning.
Wei Ying grins and slips her eyes shut. She floats, the only thing keeping her from the ceiling Lan Zhan's body on top of hers.
Finally, she opens her eyes again, only to find Lan Zhan staring at her with wide eyes. She can't help it. She asks, "How was that?" Let it never be said that Wei Ying doesn't know how to fish for compliments.
Lan Zhan smirks and shrugs. "Adequate," she says, and Wei Ying gasps, scandalized.
"Lan Zhan! I worked so hard and all you have to say is adequate?! I will have you know, I am a champion pussy eater! If there were contests, I would win, if scores were given out, I would—mmmph!"
Lan Zhan's shut her up with a hand to her mouth. Rude! In retaliation, Wei Ying licks her hand, which makes Lan Zhan clamp around her even harder. "Wei Ying," she says, then relents and lets go. "Be good."
Wei Ying makes her eyes huge and pleading. "Jiejie's so hard on her Wei Ying."
Another minute softening of Lan Zhan's face, and then she's swinging her leg off of Wei Ying—Wei Ying feels cool where Lan Zhan's left a wet spot on her chest; nice—and collapsing down onto the bed next to her. "It was very good," Lan Zhan says and closes her eyes. "Wei Ying was very good."
Wei Ying beams.
She's sort of turned on now, but Lan Zhan doesn't look like she's up for doing anything about it, so Wei Ying shrugs and slips her own hand between her legs. She starts to work herself, giving a moan of relief at how good it feels, and Lan Zhan's eyes fly open. Wei Ying gives her a grin and doesn't stop. "What can I say, I love eating pussy," she says by way of explanation, and Lan Zhan doesn't say anything, but she looks at where Wei Ying is jerking off and doesn't even appear to blink. "You like that?" Wei Ying asks, feeling bold.
"Mn," Lan Zhan says without looking away.
Wei Ying settles deeper in against the bed and really gets into it. She moans the way she doesn't normally when she's jerking off—when she's alone, there's no one to show off for—and arches her back. It really does feel good, and she lets go, going faster and harder, the way she loves. Lan Zhan reaches out and lays a hand over Wei Ying's belly, splaying all five fingers out until it's spanning the entire width of it.
"Is that all right?" she asks in that deep, husky voice of hers.
"Mnn. Yeah," Wei Ying responds, going faster still. It feels good; it feels so good. She's sore, yes, but she wants to come, and she thinks it won't take very long—eating pussy really does turn her on like crazy. She turns her face and finds Lan Zhan already watching her. It's a matter of a single shift for them to start kissing, both tasting like sex. Lan Zhan moans and rolls over so she's looming over Wei Ying, but doesn't try to take over, simply kissing Wei Ying, hard and deep. Wei Ying is glad—she's on a roll now, she's so close—
"Ah—"
She breaks off the kiss and pants against Lan Zhan's cheek as pleasure turns from anticipatory to inevitable, and then she's crashing over that edge, wave after wave of it tightening her pussy. "Oh, fuck…"
Once she's done, she fully relaxes into the bed and lies there, grinning like an idiot. "Okay," she says finally. "Okay, I think I'm done now." Four is probably a good number. Solid. Give her, like, half an hour, though, and she'll be ready to go again.
"Impressive," Lan Zhan says with a hint of a smile in her voice.
"I'm a very impressive person," Wei Ying says unthinkingly. "Not a lot of people know this, but I'm very good." She has no idea what she's saying. She's basically half-asleep at this point.
"I know," Lan Zhan says quietly, and Wei Ying's eyes fly open.
She turns to face Lan Zhan. "Lan Zhan…"
Lan Zhan leans in and gives her a soft kiss on the lips. "Would you like a nap?"
Wei Ying sighs against her, then turns over onto her side. "Yeah. Probably. I'm so fucked out."
Lan Zhan smirks. "Good. Sleep, Wei Ying."
"If you insist," Wei Ying mumbles, and then her eyes are slipping closed, and she wishes she had the covers over herself, but oh well, she can't be bothered, fuck it.
She falls asleep.
*
She wakes up cozy, warm and snuggly. It takes her a moment to place why—she's under a blanket, and is being spooned up from behind, a warm body tucked up against her. She shifts and grins, muscles protesting. Especially her thighs. Boy, those four orgasms really did her in. She wiggles against Lan Zhan and immediately a hand clamps over her belly, pressing her close.
"Mmph." Wei Ying rubs her face against the pillow, feeling absolutely delighted with her situation. "You're awake?"
"Mn." Lan Zhan moves her hand and begins to idly draw patterns on Wei Ying's belly. It tickles a little and she giggles, snuggling deeper against Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan presses up even closer and breathes against her neck, which also tickles, and Wei Ying squirms, laughing, until the ticklish feeling passes.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"About forty minutes or so," Lan Zhan mumbles against her neck.
"Aww, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sleep that long."
"It's not a problem," Lan Zhan tells her, then slips her hand lower and cups her mound. "You clearly needed it."
Wei Ying wriggles around in an attempt to get Lan Zhan to do more than just cupping her. She's feeling restored by the nap, time for round number two.
She realizes a moment later—in her defense, she did just wake up—that all she has to do is lift her leg in invitation, which she does the next moment, hooking her foot around Lan Zhan's calf. Lan Zhan huffs out a laugh against her but follows the silent invitation directly into Wei Ying's pussy, dipping a single finger in, already finding her wet, Wei Ying knows. Listen—she's really big on naked cuddles. Besides, being cuddled by a completely naked Lan Zhan? Wet city.
Lan Zhan hums, then whispers, "All ready for me."
"Hnghh," is all Wei Ying can manage, because Lan Zhan has spread the slick over her and started to idly play with her clit.
"I really like your cunt," Lan Zhan says, and Wei Ying gasps, half in shock, half pleasure.
"Lan Zhan! Scandalous talk!" She presses her ass closer against Lan Zhan's crotch. "Really, though?"
"Mn. It's a lot of fun to play with," Lan Zhan continues in that low sexy voice she's got, which is just. Nrgghh. Really doing it for Wei Ying. "And it tastes good."
"Lan Zhaaaaan…" Wei Ying hides her flaming face in her pillow, even though Lan Zhan can't see her, anyway. "I can't believe you talk like this."
"Like what?" Lan Zhan asks, tone mild.
"Like…like…dirty! You are engaging in dirty talk, and it's pretty lethal, so you should really warn a girl."
"All right," Lan Zhan says agreeably. "I am about to tell you that I also enjoyed sitting on your face and you have a very talented tongue."
Wei Ying groans and laughs at the same time, and that's when Lan Zhan chooses to press up a bit harder on her clit and go faster and Wei Ying loses track of what they were talking about altogether.
This orgasm, when it hits, is smaller, but no less intense for it; a bright spark shooting through her body. She moans and relaxes afterwards, satisfied for now. Then she takes a breath and begins turning in Lan Zhan's arms until they're nose to nose, breath to breath.
"Hi."
"Hello." Lan Zhan leans in and the kiss is nice, soft and lingering. When they pull apart, Wei Ying shifts back a bit so she can really see Lan Zhan's face. Lan Zhan is smiling softly, just a tiny thing, but it takes Wei Ying's breath away.
"Satisfied?" she asks.
"Not yet," Lan Zhan responds archly, making Wei Ying laugh again, and then takes Wei Ying's hand and lowers it down to her own pussy.
"Oh I see." Wei Ying smirks. "Get on your back for me."
Incredibly, Lan Zhan obeys, shifting in what is almost a wriggle, if Lan Zhan did anything as undignified as a wriggle. It makes Wei Ying want to kiss her stupid, it really does. God, she's so cute when she's pliant like this. Who knew? Certainly not Wei Ying.
She doesn't waste any time in shoving the covers down, getting in between Lan Zhan's legs, and putting one of her tits in her mouth. They both moan at the same time, and Wei Ying slides a hand down between Lan Zhan's thighs, and tests the waters, so to speak. She finds Lan Zhan already slick, and God, why is that so hot? Wei Ying gets to work fingering her, playing with her clit, spreading the moisture around. Lan Zhan is quiet this time, letting it happen, but then she puts a hand on Wei Ying's head and gently begins to steer her down.
Wei Ying, who can take a hint, lets go of her tit and laughs. She can follow the rules if she likes where they're leading. She decides to make it a little difficult for Lan Zhan and goes slowly, kissing her way down. It's no hardship, anyway—Lan Zhan feels so good beneath her. Soft, smooth skin, a whole expanse of it, and she's so warm. Looking at Lan Zhan when she's all put together at work, she gives the illusion of being a total Ice Queen, but in reality she's this—hot and passionate and nghhh, Wei Ying can't believe her luck.
Finally, she gets to her destination and Lan Zhan buries her fingers in Wei Ying's hair, which must already look like a rat's nest, and squeezes. It smarts, but that's okay, Wei Ying likes it. She settles on her belly and gets down to business. Lan Zhan still tastes good, and Wei Ying teases her a bit, licking all around, with the occasional kitten lick to her clit.
"Wei Ying…"
Wei Ying throws her a quick look, grinning, then finally starts really going for it. Lan Zhan gasps and presses up against her mouth. Soon enough, she's all but humping Wei Ying's face, and Wei Ying is suspended between her pussy and her hand, feeling a bit like a sex toy, which isn't actually a bad feeling at all. She likes it, likes that she's giving Lan Zhan pleasure, that Lan Zhan is taking it from her. Wei Ying slips her eyes shut and continues to eat Lan Zhan out, savoring the little noises she's making, the gasps and staccato ah's. She floats there, surrounded by Lan Zhan, and when Lan Zhan comes with a wet gasp, trembling, Wei Ying licks her through it, licks at her until Lan Zhan physically pulls her away. Wei Ying slumps against her and grins. Yeah. She made Lan Zhan come—again. She's so good.
Eventually, she moves back up the bed, which is when she notices that the covers she'd woken up under are from Lan Zhan's bed. Awww, that's sweet. She wonders if Lan Zhan slept at all, or just spooned Wei Ying and thought about—whatever it is that Lan Zhan thinks about.
"Hi again," she says, once they're face to face once more. "Satisfied now?"
Lan Zhan smirks—smirks!—and shrugs. "For now."
"Lan Zhan, are you a horndog?" Wei Ying asks, rising up on her elbow and propping her head on her hand. "Like, an insatiable horndog?"
Lan Zhan doesn't look embarrassed. She simply says, "Under the right circumstances."
Wei Ying is delighted. "Am I part of the right circumstances?"
Lan Zhan doesn't even pretend to demure. "Yes," she says simply. "I told you, Wei Ying, I've wanted you for a very long time."
"Yeah, about that." Wei Ying is blushing, she can feel it, but she can't help it! She's so pleased! "How…long, exactly? And why didn't you ever say anything?"
Lan Zhan lowers her eyes, her eyelashes making shadows on her smooth cheeks, and says, "Do you remember when you were out sick and I helped cover your work?"
Wei Ying's eyes nearly bug out of her head. "What, two years ago? And you'd just started, like, a month before, right?"
"Mn. I found myself…concerned for you. You seemed to be gone for a long time."
"Yeah, I was really sick." Wei Ying remembers. She had pneumonia. Miserable time, really, 0/10, wouldn't recommend. "Lan Zhan, that was ages ago!"
"Mn." Lan Zhan nods. "I did tell you."
"Fucking hell," Wei Ying breathes.
"I never said anything, because I couldn't gauge your level of interest in me."
"Huh." Wei Ying supposes that's…fair? "But I was sort of constantly flirting with you."
"You flirt with everyone," Lan Zhan says archly. "Thus, not being able to gauge your level of interest."
"Oh." Wei Ying blushes, lowering her gaze. "Yeah, okay, that's fair. For what it's worth, though," she says, looking back up at Lan Zhan, "I really meant it with you. I just never thought I'd have even a sliver of a chance."
Lan Zhan looks troubled at that. "Wei Ying, I've been throwing myself at you."
"You what?" Wei Ying squeaks. "What do you mean? Why didn't I notice?"
Lan Zhan's shrug is quite eloquent.
"But—when you say throwing yourself, really, what do you—explain yourself!"
"Very well," Lan Zhan says, then heaves herself up until she's sitting up cross-legged, completely unashamed of her own nudity. They both smell like sex. They should probably shower at some point, but Wei Ying can't be bothered. She shamelessly looks at Lan Zhan's pussy—it's very pretty, in fact—then back up at Lan Zhan, who's watching her with barely hidden amusement. "First," Lan Zhan says, ignoring Wei Ying's ogling, "I agreed to room with you when you said you needed someone."
Wei Ying did wonder. "Yeah, and Mianmian didn't want a roommate…"
"I should thank her," Lan Zhan says, forcing a surprised laugh from Wei Ying. "Then, I wore the pajamas I only ever wear under…specific circumstances." Here, Lan Zhan has the grace to blush, and Wei Ying shoots up, getting on level with Lan Zhan.
"I knew it! I knew you couldn't wear those sexy pajamas all for yourself, they're not practical!"
Lan Zhan looks wildly amused. "Indeed."
Wei Ying pokes her in the shoulder. "What do you normally wear?"
Lan Zhan shrugs. "A more practical set."
"Is it old man pajamas? You can be honest."
Lan Zhan gives her a look, but then says, "I suppose that's a fair comparison."
Wei Ying pumps her fist. "Yes! I knew it! Anyway, sorry. Go on." She's not a very gracious winner.
"Hmm." Lan Zhan leans back on her hands, her tits swaying, and cocks her head. "I went to karaoke with you."
"To have fun, right?" At Lan Zhan's look, Wei Ying laughs. "All right, okay, that's cool. What else?"
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan says, sounding almost pained. "I sang Jay Chou's "Love Confession" to you."
"Well, yeah, that's your song, isn't it?" Wei Ying is feeling warm, a flush going all through her.
"I don't tend to do karaoke, under normal circumstances," Lan Zhan says.
"But! But you said, you said to Mianmian you had a song! And you're so good at it, you're all—Lan Zhan! Are you telling me you don't normally perform that song surrounded by people? Because I swear to God—"
"I told you I used to sing," Lan Zhan says in a reasonable sort of voice. "One of the songs we used to perform as an encore was "Love Confession"."
"Oh." Wei Ying feels like an idiot, then remembers. "But then you wanted to leave so abruptly, I thought—I thought I'd made an idiot out of myself!"
Lan Zhan is already shaking her head. "You didn't. I did. I thought…at the time, I was putting out all of these signals, and you ran away to the bathroom. I thought I had…come on too strong."
Wei Ying's, "Oh," is small, barely audible. "Oh, Lan Zhan, no, I just thought—I thought I was misreading things."
Lan Zhan is nodding. "You know, it is not uncommon for two women to completely misconstrue the other's intentions."
Wei Ying digests this. "Are you saying we're two idiot lesbians who couldn't get their shit together?"
Lan Zhan's mouth twitches. "Precisely that."
Wei Ying full-on cackles and falls over as she laughs, rolling onto her back and laughing, still. From this vantage point, she can see Lan Zhan's tits, neck, and jawline, all of which are unfairly gorgeous. Wei Ying can't believe it. This stunning woman wants her? And has wanted her for two whole years?! She would pinch herself, if she wasn't worried about embarrassing herself even more.
"Oh, man, we really are idiots," Wei Ying sighs, then puts a hand over Lan Zhan's knee, which is surprisingly soft, for a knee. Wei Ying's knees are constantly scraped and rough, no matter how hard she moisturizes. What the hell. "I'm glad we figured our shit out." She thinks about it some more. "In a public bathroom."
"Mn. Indeed." Lan Zhan looks down at her and she looks—indulgent, is probably the best word for it. "I'm very glad, too, Wei Ying."
Wei Ying grins and tugs at her. "Hey, get down here."
Lan Zhan does, settling on her side a breath away from Wei Ying. They're upside down on the bed, feet at their pillows, and Wei Ying doesn't give a damn. "Hey, Lan Zhan, wanna skip dinner?"
"I believe we are already too late."
"Score." She grins. "Room service?"
"That would be ideal," Lan Zhan agrees.
"You know," Wei Ying says, her mind whirring with possibilities. "That tub is pretty big."
Lan Zhan arches one eyebrow.
"We're relatively small people. I mean, you're a bit of a giant, with those long legs of yours, but if we squeezed a bit, I bet we'd fit."
"Would you like to take a bath, Wei Ying?"
"Yeah, Lan Zhan. I would." She sits up again, looming over Lan Zhan, who looks completely content with the situation and resettles so she's still watching Wei Ying. "We could take a bath, shower, eat, then fuck some more. Maybe watch something on TV. What do you say?"
And when Lan Zhan smiles that soft smile of hers, and says, "That sounds lovely to me." Wei Ying thinks she might just melt straight into the bed.
"Maybe," she says, lowering herself until her mouth is hovering over Lan Zhan's, "You can wear those stupid sexy pajamas of yours so I can fuck you in them."
Another eyebrow raise, Lan Zhan radiating amusement.
"You have no idea what those pajamas did to me, Lan Zhan. No idea at all."
"In that case, I should thank them, also," Lan Zhan says, tucking a flyaway strand of Wei Ying's hair behind her ear.
"They really do spark joy," Wei Ying agrees. "And you are never allowed to get rid of them."
"I wouldn't dare."
And then, they proceed to put their plan to action, one activity at a time. And it's absolutely perfect.
~*~