All it takes is her sword at his throat and Childe is a goner.
She holds the blade against his neck, pinning him to the ground with nothing but a haughty smirk as she drags her forearm across her brow to collect the sweat. He loves the heavy weight of her against him, the way that his blood thrums with danger.
Lumine won't hurt him beyond repair, but she's a devilish thing that isn't often soft with her touch.
"Girlie," says Childe, his voice cracked with exhaustion as he watches her, head tipped back and neck on display. A challenge, clearly presented. He watches as she swallows thickly, her head ticked to the side and amber eyes narrowed to near slits. He loves how they darken with lust.
Lumine wills her sword away and drops to her knees, settling over him instead. Childe immediately latches on, his calloused palms wide around her narrow waist.
So easy to hold, he thinks. She fits so well in his grip, slotted together with her legs draped around him. Childe doesn't bother to hide how hard he is and Lumine can't help but grind against his cock languidly.
She pulls his shirt from his trousers and rucks it up. Smooths a hand across the hard plane of his abs, and sighs. "So quick," she murmurs, scratching her nails through the dusting of ginger hair just under his navel.
"I haven't lost my touch yet," says Childe with a smirk, thumbing at the soft spot just under her breast. His touch isn't soft either, the way that he handles her just this side of caustic. His grip is tight and bruising and his nails leave marks.
He want to lap at them later in softer moments, but here and right now—
"No?" asks Lumine, an eyebrow quirking as she grinds against him. The friction is delicious and he can practically taste it.
Childe moans, his fingers digging in and pulling at the fabric of her dress, fingers nudging along the swell of her breast. This ishow they often dance— they fight and then fuck, losing themselves in each other whilst still coasting through the high of adrenaline. It's deep-seated and powerful thing, more fight than lovemaking.
He loves it, the way that she responds so well, and what she does to him in return. Lumine knows just where to touch and how tight to squeeze, and how hard to pull at his hair. All Childe can think of is how well her cunt swallows his cock right up.
"So easy," she says with the soft flutter of a laugh. She pulls at his shirt and smooths a hand across his skin. Fingers over his muscles and his navel, swirling them around a nipple. Then she pinches, hard.
"Cruel," says Childe, but he can't stop the punched sound that bubbles from the back of his throat. Lumine hums as she leans over him properly, her face falling right into the crook of his neck.
"Never," she says, nipping at the skin there, nosing along the length of it. And then she bites, leaving behind the beginnings of a cruel and purple thing. Childe will wear it so proudly. "It's exactly what you want."
An true, true; Childe's wants and needs are frustratingly simple. His hands slip down and underneath the skirt of her dress to settle against her ass. Lumine rolls her hips against him again.
Childe's cock aches as it tents his trousers, and she smirks at him, dragging her hand down his front. She's very straightforward in what she wants, palming at his dick, pulling the fabric tight across the tip of it, and Childe's head falls back and thunks against the ground. Everything is just this side of painful, but it's grounding in how real it feels.
At least it isn't the Golden House this time; he'd heard an earful the last from Zhongli himself, but Childe wonders if the sanctity of Jueyun Karst just might be worse. It'd taken Lumine forever to get permission to move their spars here and Childe doesn't want to fuck up the chance of dueling an adeptus. Eventually.
But he also wants to fuck her, so his choice is very easily made when it comes down to things. They fight and then fuck, a never-ending cycle that they never grow tired of. How perfect this woman is for him and just his luck to hold onto her.
"Girlie," he says a second, his tongue curling around the familiar nickname. Lumine huffs as she paws at the opening of his trousers. One button, and then two, and then she pulls her hands away in a cruel tease.
"Impatient," she chides, and Childe bucks his hips to chase her fingers, but Lumine's mouth curves into a curling smile as she holds them down firm. Stronger than she looks, not the dainty thing most assume.
The thought of it pools deep in Childe's gut. And like always, he falls still, absolute putty underneath her knowing hands. How easily he falls into this; too much that he loves this, he loves—
Well, they've shared those words once or twice in fleeting moments. When Lumine's hair catches the sunlight, sparkling its tips. Under a full and wide moon as they share dinner with the stars.
This isn't the time for such things, soft musings and words of sweet nothings. This is something more feral, more base-level, more tingling at the end of his spine. His nerves are on fire at the thought of her over him. Pleasure coils deep into Childe's gut as he slowly basks in the aftermath of their fight, and the lust that always follows.
And Lumine too, judging by the burtal way in which she looks at him.
She's always been the type of woman to take what she wants. And she does, guiding his hand between her legs instead. Childe groans at the dampness he finds there, feeling just how soaked the cotton is. He thumbs over her folds, digging and pulling at the fabric, and Lumine arches against him in the most tantalizing way.
He could watch her forever, thinks Childe. Wants to watch her forever, wants to stroke his fingers through her hair and hear her gentle snores as she's nestled into his pillow. To fight her until she's broken and exhausted and slumped against the ground, just like how she runs him ragged.
Childe also wants to press his fingers into her tight, slick warmth and pull her apart in the most ancient of ways. The better option at the moment. He hooks a finger into the seam of her panties, and Lumine gasps at the first proper touch.
Oh, and how she's flooded, her soft cunt slicking his hand as he presses a finger in deep. It quickly becomes two and then three, and because Lumine takes what she wants, she drops her hands against his hand, seeking out whatever friction she can find. He isn't kind, it's a cruel type of pleasure that's a little too fast, but Lumine fucks against his fingers with heavy falls of hips.
"Girlie—"
"No," she says, tugging open his shirt fully. She rakes her nails across his chest, taking in scar after scar, her eyes lingering.
"Lumine," says Childe next, his voice soft, curling his fingers deep inside her just right. Lumine's head dips forward and she moans, her hips stuttering. "Come on," he murmurs into her ear, spreading her folds just slightly, pulling at her writhing insides harshly. "Come for—"
"No." The word seems so firm as she pulls off of his hand.
So it's that kind of day. Childe says nothing as she frees his cock from his trousers, taking the length into her hands. Leans over to give it one, nice and long lick, before lapping at the tip, and then her mouth is gone.
"Unfair," he pants as she settles over him once more, teasing her cunt with the crown of his cock.
"Again," she says, her eyes hooded and alight with lust. He knows what she means, and he smooths his hands over the sharp rise of her hips.
"Lumine," he says, his thumb roving over the soft curve of her groan to nestle in the coarse hair there.
Lumine's eyes slipped closed as she sinks down onto him, taking his cock entirely in one fell swoop. So slick and wet, and ready for him. As she bottoms out, she sighs, content, and he just watches as her face relaxes in the pleasure.
Childe's cock throbs. His throat is dry. Lumine opens her gaze to watch him through soft, golden eyes, that insufferable and teasing grin spread wide across her face. And then she moves. She rolls her hips harshly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and—
Oh, he isn't going to last. This is too much, too tantalizing, Childe's in far too deep for the day. So he grabs her by the hips and helps her rise. Guides her through the familiar motions as she ruts back against him, taking him deep, his dick nestled so deeply in her sweet warmth.
She'd wanted to come with him inside, she'd staved her ensuing height of pleasure to wet his dick instead; and fuck if Childe isn't hung over the moon for it. Lumine has him pressed against the hard, earthy floor of this sacred place, and she's riding him like there is nothing else she's ever wanted.
Lumine hips fall, stuttering, and Childe bites at his lip as he ruts into her, meeting every movement with one of his own. Delirious, drunk pleasure— the high of the fight, the sex, the feelings that coat his heart deep in his chest.
He'll tell her later, whisper those soft words into her ear under the deep cover of the night, but for now—
Childe thrusts into her with force and Lumine keens, scrabbling against him as her fingers tighten against his shoulders. She leverages herself, fucking back against him, taking his cock straight to hilt.
Hot and tight; the silkiness of her cunt as it flutters around him. Childe is lost as he drives into her with wild abandon.
"Yes," murmurs Lumine, "Childe, yes—"
"Gods," he hisses, fucking into her with wild abandon, his thighs tensing. His thumb slips down and ghosts across her clit, and Lumine arches over him, her head thrown back in listless want. "Fuck, look at you—"
"Please, there— keep—" It dissolves into a moan as Childe circles her clit with the pad of his thumb, the pressure hard and driving her absolutely mad with want. She'll yell at him later, but it's a risk Childe's willing to make.
She responds so perfectly, with harsh breaths and swollen lips from where she's bitten at them. Flushed from the tips of her ears to the top of her chest— Childe regrets that they never fully undressed, but there's something to be said about the frantic nature of it all.
Divine, he thinks. Lumine is so utterly divine as she falls apart over him with a cry of his name. Her cunt clamps around his cock, holding it firm as she squeezes him for all that he's worth. Childe fucks into it, his grip tight across her hips until he too, is tipping right over the edge with very little fanfare.
Childe comes, filling her, spending deep inside as he presses as far as he can manage. His fingers leave bruising imprints, nails ragged little red marks, and Lumine all but soaks it up, adding her own to his chest.
"Fuck," he sighs, his cock twitching. And then reality comes crashing back down. "Fuck. Lumine, we're—"
Lumine's already pulled off of him, righting her clothing as though nothing was ever out of place. The only thing rumpled about is her hair. She tries to smooth it.
"Cloud Retainer won't be happy," she says with the click of her tongue. She sounds utterly shameless and Childe knows that she doesn't care. Certainly doesn't bother to hide any of his bruising touches— be it from the fight, or the sex.
Still, he rights himself too, tucking his cock back into his trousers. "Hey," he says, reaching out to grasp at her arm. "Can a guy get a kiss at least?"
Lumine's gaze softens slightly. "You lost," she muses.
"And somehow still won." Satiated dick, in point.
She leans over him, his mouth near his. Childe chuckles as she noses along his cheekbone.
Stop chuckling when she gives him a biting kiss, the kind that draws blood. When they part, Childe thumbs at his split lip.
"Later," says Lumine, the kind of promise that settles deep into his core. "First, let's get out before they—"
There's a call on the horizon, the kind of unearthly sound that sends shivers down one's spine.
Childe doesn't need to be told twice.
