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Lisa enjoys taking care of Jean.
Really, it’s silly. Lisa normally hates lifting a finger more than she has to, but for her girlfriend, she’s willing to go miles.
Kaeya has unhelpfully jested a couple of times that she’s entertaining Jean’s mommy issues – Lisa doesn’t actually deny it though, much to Jean’s horror
As apologetic Jean appears when Lisa dotes on her with food and care, Lisa only smiles and kisses her worries away.
“You’re not a burden to me; maybe a bit of a handful, but never a burden,” Lisa insists every time Jean makes a discussion out of it, “I’m happy to take care of you, my love. I have no need to be repaid for doing something I enjoy.”
Lisa should’ve pieced it all together, but she was more entertained at seeing Jean tiptoe around her that whole day.
It was adorable, getting the Acting Grand Master of Mondstadt’s Ordo Favonius flustered at such innocent questions like “where are you going” and “why can’t I come with you” and “why can Diluc and Kaeya come with you and not me”
Jean’s behavior only made sense that night, when Lisa went home. Jean reports that she went home early for once (that should’ve been alarming alone)
Lisa entered the house, expecting to see a passed-out Jean on the couch. Maybe she put too much hope that Jean would listen to her for once, actually.
Instead, Lisa came home to a spotless home. The scent of essential oils littering the air, the floor glistening, and the curtains and couch covers are new and sunned. Their dinner table had a white cloth over it and laces by the tiny makeshift chandelier hanging over it, and what seems to be a full-course meal waiting on it
Jean stood there in a suit – not the one she wears to work, but rather one classier and more formal.
“Welcome home,” her dashing and handsome girlfriend said with a shy smile. Lisa’s heart burst again for a second time, and a third more when she offered her hand out
“What’s all this for?” Lisa asked as she was guided toward their restaurant-grade dining room
Jean pouted, “What? I can’t do nice things for my girlfriend?”
She giggled, leaning in and scrunching up her nose. “Oh, you know what I mean, you sap.”
Jean rolled her eyes, pulling Lisa close and looking into her eyes with much thought.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you for once. You’re always the one taking care of me, so let me take care of you for once, won’t you?” Jean said, quickly going on more before Lisa could finish her sigh, “And I know what you said that I shouldn’t be obligated to return the favor but… I just want to.”
Jean held Lisa’s hands up to her lips and placed a kiss on her dainty fingers, “I’ve been told that I could live several saintly lifetimes and not deserve you.”
And suddenly Lisa tensed up. “Who said that?”
“Honey- “
“Jean Gunnhildr, who are you associating with? Only I can say if you deserve me or not.”
“Yes honey, I know- “
“Who has to die.”
“Lisa.” Jean groaned, all adoration without malice, cupping her face
Lisa glared at her girlfriend, “You better not think you don’t deserve me, Jean Gunnhildr, or I will zap you into next week.”
“I don’t,” Jean nodded, “But even if I did, that wouldn’t be wrong, would it? You’re too good for me, let me try to be too good for you too once in a while, okay?”
Lisa frowned, looking at Jean and her handsome get-up, their cleaned-up house, and the warm dinner at the table.
Oh, if you only knew, Jean.
She kept the rest of that to herself, instead wrapping her arms over Jean’s shoulders and kissing her as sweet and bursting as she makes her feel.
“I love you.” She mumbled against her lips
“I know.” Jean answers, smugger than she’d let out normally
“You are… amazing.”
“Only for you."
“I adore you.”
“Tell me that over dinner, won’t you?”
“Mm, I’d much rather eat you.”
“Lisa!”