Scene 15: Cuddling
Yueying's office was very welcoming - not to mention small - and there was a photo on the desk that Zhurong would never have believed she could see right there, of all places. Of course, it was a place where students entered to ask for further information and explanations, therefore, in short, that image was within everyone's reach.
Not that the photograph depicted who knows, in reality it represented a very innocent situation that someone would not hesitate to call pretty; yet, Zhurong continued to be surprised that, of all, her partner had decided to exhibit just that.
Crouched on the small sofa on one wall, closed windows and an open bottle of wine, they were there waiting for the results of an important research for Yueying's work: they would arrive in minutes, then who knows. Zhurong had not asked what they would do after receiving the data, but at the moment her attention was all catalyzed on the peculiar image.
In the end, she decided that asking would be the best solution.
"It's not one of our best photos..." she noted with what she hoped to sound like randomness.
"True, it is not, but I consider it one of the ones that most remind me of the two of us. It may be silly, but this photo makes me smile."
"Someone could use the verb to laugh..."
"Does anyone care?"
Yueying shrugged and Zhurong thought she was beautiful no matter what the people said. She smiled tenderly and gently squeezed the grip of her arm on her partner's slender shoulders: "I love you."
she felt the warmth of the body of her sweet half intensify after another glass of wine; thoughtfully, Zhurong reached out to take the saucer with snacks on it, holding it under Yueying's nose: "Cheese cube?"
she still believed that exhibiting on a university professor's desk a photograph taken just after the road accident thanks to which they had met was not the best, but what did it matter? At the moment, they were both whole and intent on exchanging cuddles on a cheap sofa - and that was enough.
"Would you like to move this little party home once I get my data?"
"We can also move it to the bed."
"Good idea."
Chuckling, Yueying twisted her thin fingers into strands of silver hair, leaving Zhurong with a small serene smile on her lips as she bowed her head to kiss her auburn and thick hair.
"We should do it more often."
"Well, for once your students would see me without an orthopedic collar..."
"They find you beautiful already."
"Oh, stop it."
Yueying smiled and looked for her partner's lips for a kiss.
Yes, Zhurong considered, they should have done it more often ... maybe with more wine.
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