#they have never intereacted in canon i think LMAO i just think theyre hot tbh

[fuwahua]

Costume

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ Tktober Day 21: Costume

Tags: Yelan/Ganyu (romantic), sexual tension (non-explicit but very much there), nudity, pet names, teasing

“Arms up, gorgeous.”

“Eep!”

Yelan smiles as Ganyu cringes away from the measuring tape again, cheeks flushed red from just a few minutes in the same room. It helped, perhaps, that the Qixing’s little secretary was nude but a thin bodysuit clinging to her skin, and Yelan knew all too well how to dance her fingers along supple skin. She waves the tape in the air, reminding them of the task. “You have to stay put for me or the measurements won’t be right, you know?”

“I-I’m sorry, Yelan. I’m just sensitive,” Ganyu says, her face deepening in color as she squirms. The very sight of her is dangerous, doe eyes looking up at her, inviting, so like the way they did just a night ago…

She tweaks Ganyu’s side, chuckling as she quite literally leaps out of her arms, feet jolting upwards as her hair bounces in the air. Her face scrunches up in accusation. “Yelan, please!”

Very well. Yelan rolls back the measuring tape, prepared to get back to actual work, only to still as Ganyu walks back into her sight with a nervous smile. “We’ll be behind schedule if we don’t finish recording the measurements today. Can’t you wait to tic—tease me after we’re done?”

Her face seems to redden at the thought, yet her eyes are earnest. Yelan’s mouth twitches; beneath that innocent glamour is a ravenous appetite, and the invitation to coax it back into her bed is all too tempting.

Still. It wouldn’t be fun if she gave away too much just yet.

“Alright, alright,” Yelan sighs, raising her arms innocently. The tape dangles between pointed fingers as she relents. “Let’s get this done. Don’t want to keep the higher ups waiting—aren’t you lucky, getting a new costume made for Lantern Rite?”

Ganyu nods. “It’s an honor.”

“I’m sure,” she says. Her knuckles rap the small of Ganyu’s back. “Turn around for me, sweetheart.”

And oh, how Ganyu does so gracefully. Her blue hair spills past her shoulders, bare of her usual collar, wide sleeves, and Yelan’s shadow swallows her up easily. The tape comes loose easy, then tight, Ganyu’s breath hitching as Yelan’s finger taps along the shape of her sides. She smiles, slow, fingers tracing invisible patterns on still skin.

“72. You’re doing perfect.”

It’s impossible not to tease at least a little, fingers fluttering along bare skin, when a full course is laid before her. The tape comes with her, interlapping pinches and strokes with numbers and sweet serenades, and if Ganyu lets loose a few stuttered giggles when Yelan lingers too long beneath her arms, wriggling her fingers in that sensitive spot and then dragging them slow along her shoulder blades, well—whose to tell?

Certainly not the scarlet red of Ganyu’s ears.

“60,” Yelan pauses, drawing up a handful of wavy locks and pressing a kiss to it. “Beautiful.”

It’s certainly not unnoticed that every compliment leaves Ganyu redder. Sweet serenades fall from her lips with ease as she draws the tape around ticklish spots once, twice, nudging the sweet points she knows well. Yet even as she teases, as Ganyu’s knees shuffle together when the wandering tape falls lower and her nails skirt the lines of her hips, Ganyu remains resolutely still, ever so careful to let Yelan finish her measurements.

It’s exactly that unwavering dedication to the job that caught Yelan’s gaze from the very first day. She smiles, tender, as she kneels and wraps the tape around Ganyu’s thigh. Down the length of her leg, the width of her knee, her calves, her ankle… though she doesn’t resist clawing Ganyu’s raised sole, meant to measure the length of her food, and Ganyu’s leg wobbles on a squeak.

“Yelan! Please!”

Speak of perfect timing. Yelan grins, dropping the tape entirely.

“Oh, didn’t I say? That was the last one—we’re done.” Ganyu shrieks as she’s pulled back, dissolving into laughter as hands dance back up her body. Oh, she’s going to enjoy this immensely; judging from the pink tint to Ganyu’s cheeks, she’s not the only one. Yelan purrs.

“Didn’t you say I could tic—tease you all I’d like now? It’s time to make good on your promises, gorgeous.”