Let Me Take Care Of You
Or: How To Say I'm In Love Without Words
Kanene's Notes: FEBRUARY, 13TH, YA KNOW WHAT A SPECIAL DAY IT IS? IT'S @squeaky-n-blushy's BIRTHDAY!!!!! <3 <3 <3 I made this special gift for her and I do hope all of you enjoy this just as much, as well ^v^)s2 It was a delight to write this story
Also, all the most and dearest thanks to @a-fluffer-nutter for being such an incredible Beta-Reader!! Thank so so much! :D :DD <3
Warnings: Mentions and suggestive themes here and there, nothing too explicit but still. Lots of antecipation, soft, rough and mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles etc). Romatic Pairing. Around 16.000 words
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It was as soft as it looked.
That was Meng Yao’s first thought as the simple, wooden comb carded through those lustrous, dark black hair, fingers holding each patch next to his roots firmly to lessen the discomfort as he undid another knot, twisting the unworthy comb here and there and purposely not thinking too much about how Lan Xichen was quiet, letting out sparse and tiny sounds of relaxation, which made each one of his fingertips tremble.
A firm brush and the last knot gave in, leaving Meng Yao to add a little more of perfuming oil to help the dehydrated strands and pretend he had more reasons to keep brushing.
If he didn’t know better than to lie so bluntly to himself, he would say that all of his lasting touch and everlasting care was nothing but a necessity, since keeping himself on Lan Xichen’s good side was important, no, essential for his future. He could pretend that there was no actual, true contentment in seeing his hair begin little by little to gain back its smoothness and softness it once held. He could say that buying that fancy oil that lasted through several hours was simply a necessary sacrifice. He would never take the risk of using his simple, cheap one and having the other’s hair react badly after years of receiving nothing but the best treatment, after all, not with someone so important as the very heir, now leader, of the Gusu Lan Sect. He could even argue that helping him this moment was nothing more than a part of his carefully sewn together plan, only so that after this war Lan Xichen, or better, the leader of the righteous, just and grand Lan Sect, would pull him so higher than ever on the social hierarchy much quickly than the years he would have to wait otherwise, finally being able to start the plan of climbing much further way, so that his father would have no right or opportunity to throw him down and look away again.
(For a moment he imagined it, being draped in the Jin Sect’s bright and fancy robes, using a gold comb that he would be able to decorate Xichen’s hair with it, letting it shine bright amidst that sea of black, finally giving him something worth of keeping, adorning, marking the First Jade of Gusu Lan.)
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