As it turns out, Ganyu is a bit of a viper when it comes to kissing.
Beidou is no fool; she knows she's tangoing with an adeptus but nothing prepares her for the sharpness of Ganyu's fangs as she slips her tongue into Beidou's mouth. They catch on her lips, tugging. Beidou hisses at the sharp prick. "You bit me."
Ganyu laughs against her mouth, tongue snaking out to lick the blood that swells there. "You were careless, Captain Beidou," she teases, leaning closer. For such a short woman she commands a lot of power, and Beidou finds herself falling into her hands so easily.
"Out of character, for you," continues Ganyu, her fingers dancing along the line of Beidou's shoulders. "You're the calculated sort, planning everything to a tee, even the things that don't seem as such. But you never saw this coming, hmm?" Ganyu holds Beidou's chin tightly in her hand, tracing the seam of her mouth with a thumb.
"Truth be told, I didn't think you were the type to trade… favors."
Ganyu frowns but her eyes remain liquid and light. "You make it sound so… dastardly."
"Penance for my latest ticket. That's what you called this." Beidou snorts. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked.
Ganyu's smile is something wicked. "Who said anything about a kiss? Beidou, that was just a teaser. Surely you don't think that would cover the cost of a ticket?"
Beidou isn't sure what to think of this situation, just that Ganyu has her pressed against the wall in a darkened corner of Liyue Harbor. "What if I report that a city official is accepting bribes?"
"Do it then." Ganyu drags her hand down Beidou's front, her knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts. "See what Ningguang says."
Beidou would call her bluff if she thought Ninggaung would actually care, but she knows better. Ningguang would laugh, take a puff of her pipe, and then ask for details.
"And if I go along with this—" Beidou cuts herself off as Ganyu hand dips lower to curl around her hip.
"Go on," coaxes Ganyu as she tugs at the hem of Beidou's shorts underneath her overdress. "I know it's killing you to ask."
"What exactly does payment entail?"
Ganyu gives her an easy smile, fangs glinting in the mid-afternoon sun. Most think she is meek. Beidou is not most; when Ganyu looks back she watches her with wisened eyes like a hawk. Ancient. Filled with mirth. Oh, Ganyu puts on a good show, doesn't she?
"It is simple. I get to do as I want. Nothing untoward, I assure you. Certainly nothing embarrassing. I find myself… curious." Claws drag over the fabric until they rest against Beidou's belly. Ganyu presses her hand flat to the spot underneath her navel, tantalizingly close to where the heat sinks in Beidou's cut. Ganyu smirks when Beidou's muscles clench, her gaze flickering up back to her face. "Consider my attention caught."
"Here?"
"Where else?" Beidou could think of a thousand places better than a dark alley. Ganyu tuts. "You must be loud, then. Worried about getting caught."
Beidou knows a challenge when she hears it. She can't help but rise to the occasion. She'll make Ganyu eat those words. "Go on," she says. "I'll call your bluff."
She should know better. Beidou thinks that perhaps she's made a mistake because the look that Ganyu gives her is something that she's never quite seen. Pleased. Cocksure. Feral.
Ganyu presses against Beidou, her weight delicious against her side. "Oh, I think that I could eat you up," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "Not now—no. We'll save that for another time."
"Another?"
"Quiet." Ganyu hushes Beidou with fingers against her mouth. Her other hand slips lower, cupping the space between Beidou's legs, grinding her heel against that sweet spot that makes Beidou's foot slip.
Beidou gasps, catching herself against the wall. "Gany—" She's choked off by Ganyu shoving two fingers into her mouth, clamping her tongue down. So much strength in such a small woman. Beidou is used to throwing barrels around and cracking men's spines in half. She fought Haishan with her bare hands, practically ripping her Vision from the sky in victory.
But Ganyu handles her so easily, expertly parting her thighs and slipping a hand into her shorts.
A soft hiss tumbles from Beidou's mouth as Ganyu's fingers slide over her sex, through her folds, teasing her hole. Beidou groans around the fingers in her mouth. The pads of them are rough against her tongue. Those same archer's callouses slide through her slick cunt, catching on the soft flesh there.
"So wet for me," laughs Ganyu into Beidou's neck, her words muffled by Beidou's collar. Ganyu pulls her fingers from Beidou's mouth, watching the line of saliva stretch. She deftly undoes one frog of Beidou's dress, and then another, pulling the fabric to the side, revealing inch by inch of moon-white skin.
She kisses the soft line of Beidou's neck, fangs teasing.
Beidou's pulse pounds in her neck. Ganyu licks over it, trailing the vein. No doubt she can hear it. She hums softly, inhaling at that soft, nibbling the flesh there as her fingers work their magic between Beidou's legs.
"You smell wonderful." Beidou didn't know Ganyu could sound like that—like sin itself. Her tongue is hot. Her teeth are sharp. She doesn't bite—but her fangs sink in just enough to imagine it. "Another time I'll have to pick you apart. Somewhere a little more comfortable."
"Ganyu."
"I do think that's Miss Ganyu, to you, or have you lost your manners with the barest touch?"
Beidou huffs, dropping her hips against her hand and grinding against Ganyu's palm. She doesn't care. There are no pretenses anymore, Beidou chases her pleasure openly as Ganyu watches her back with a slit-eyed, aroused gaze. Inhuman. Beidou always forgets, but at this moment now, Ganyu stalks her like prey, fingers nestled against her tight heat.
A finger slips in to the knuckle and Beidou hisses, head tipping back against the brick of the wall. Another second drags a groan from her throat, and Beidou bites her lip to keep from calling out. Ganyu's hand is wicked as she curls those fingers, hooking them in a way that makes her knees weak.
"Sweet thing." Ganyu grasps her chin in a grip that could break Beidou's jaw. Her eyes drop to Beidou's mouth. Ganyu looks as though she might devour her, and at that moment, Beidou doesn't think she'd mind if Ganyu does.
The ticket is worth it. Ganyu kisses her fiercely, swallowing down every delicious sound that bubbles from her lips. Beidou would promise a hundred more tickets if this is the best way to pay them off. Her cunt gushes around Ganyu's fingers, clenching when a thumb sweeps across her clit. It stays there, pressed against it, circling the hardened nub.
What does Ganyu taste like? She'd drop to her knees for a taste, even if only once. She'd pay ticket after ticket, tucked away in the privacy of a room, paying Ganyu back tenfold for her tricky fingers.
She's good at this. Her fingers are wicked as they stroke every perfect spot inside her. She nips at Beidou's mouth, laughing against her every time Beidou's cunt clenches.
"Wonderful, aren't you?" asks Ganyu, breathily. She kisses Beidou's mouth again and again, and again.
Beidou's hand presses against the back of Ganyu's neck before rising. Her fingers curl into her hair, moving towards her horns—
Only to be stopped by a quick hand, claws digging into her palm until it smarts in pain. "Be good." Ganyu is firm but polite, like she's coaxing a child into behaving. Beidou isn't the type to give but she does, she does, falling still.
"I want to…" Gods, she wants to touch. She's curious. Are Ganyu's horns sensitive? Would she moan as she slides her fingers over them?
Ganyu holds her chin again, watching Beidou with a calculating gaze. "One day, perhaps. If you're good. Pay off your tickets and I just might indulge. But for now—"
She crooks her fingers. Beidou's cunt pulls them right in, hot and wet. It's too loud. Surely someone has heard, the thought of it makes heat burn at the base of Beidou's spine. But still, Beidou's hips grind against Ganyu's fingers, forcing them to move faster.
Ganyu kisses her again and Beidou's tongue traces her fangs, careless of the danger they pose. A soft exhalation against her mouth. Ganyu smiles against her lips, swallowing every sound that Beidou offers up. She whispers praises against Beidou's tongue. Her fingers curl into her, fucking her with a languid, sloppy touch.
Beidou's gut is on fire as pleasure mounts and spreads within her. Ganyu is pleased, smug even, eons of knowledge and practice. She plays Beidou like a finely tuned instrument, fingers sweeping through her sex, mapping every fold, corner, that spot that makes Beidou's thighs tremble as she tries to hold herself up.
"A valiant effort," says Ganyu sweetly. Another peck on Beidou's lips before Ganyu traces them with her tongue. She'd devour her, no doubt, if given the chance. That's what Ganyu's half-lidded, sultry gaze shows, and Beidou would be for it. "Go on, sweet thing. You can come."
Beidou grunts. Part of her wants to give in to the calmly worded suggestion, but the other part of her wants to prove a point. But she's losing more and more with every thrust of Ganyu's fingers, every sweep of those calloused pads through her drenched cunt.
A roll of her hips and Ganyu's thumb circling her clit has Beidou tipping over the edge with a cry. Ganyu swallows it. She bites away the moan right from her teeth.
"Captain Beidou," says Ganyu softly, pulling away. Her tongue traces that bite mark from earlier, lapping at it, no doubt thinking of the claim that she's made. "What a mess you've made of yourself." Both from her swollen mouth to her wet cunt, sodden against Ganyu's palm. She pulls her fingers out, dragging them through Beidou's drenched folds, looking far too pleased with herself.
"I'm—you're—" Beidou feels out of breath. Like she's run a marathon, and all because of an adeptus's wicked touch.
Ganyu grins crookedly, bringing that soiled hand to her mouth. Her fingers glisten in the sunlight that peeks through the rafters above. She licks Beidou's desire from her knuckles. Slowly. Surely. With cleverly-placed, dizzying intent, and that's all it takes from Beidou to feel that pleasure curling again.
Oh, she wants more.
"So," manages Beidou, finally, "how many more tickets before you get bored of this."
Ganyu tilts her head, a mock look of offense gracing her features. "I don't think that I could get bored of you, Captain Beidou. You're far too fun to tease. And besides—" She sucks at a finger, tongue swirling around it. "You taste divine. It would be a travesty to waste such an… opportunity."
"So you can be bribed."
"I can be persuaded," says Ganyu. "To have fun, at least. Just because I've enjoyed myself doesn't mean this ticket is taken care of. I do think that the fine is twelve thousand Mora—"
"You said—"
"I said nothing other than, 'I get to do what I want', which is to fine you," purrs Ganyu. "You were the one who assumed even when I told you that a kiss wouldn't cover the cost."
"You…" Oh, she's good. Ganyu looks so pleased with herself as she paws through the satchel at her waist.
"Within a week's time, per usual. You can direct the payment to me directly."
Beidou raises an eyebrow. "Or?"
"Or I might seek you out personally." Ganyu leans close, rising to her tiptoes to whisper into Beidou's ear. "Can, Captain Beidou, consider this an offer: you do not need to seek me out under the pretense of tickets. If you ask, I might come."
"You might."
Ganyu doesn't say anything else, she just does Beidou's collar up and straightens it with a gentle pet of her fingers. The touch lingers. They meet gazes and Ganyu hums softly before she pulls away.
"One week," she reminds Beidou as she turns on her heel. "Otherwise, I'll tack on a late fee."
Beidou is left in that dark corner, wet between her thighs, chest thudding, aroused, and confused. But one thing is for sure—she's never wanted to pay a ticket late before. And this time, Beidou just might consider it.