juhua: (hualian | eight hundred years)
血雨探花。︁ ([personal profile] juhua) wrote 2024-03-26 03:59 pm (UTC)

Oh, my love.

[ hua cheng's heart breaks. the clothes were close to what xie lian wears on the daily anyway, and so it hadn't even occurred to hua cheng to think that xie lian might have covered up out of fear of hua cheng's disgust. he can hardly stand the notion of it, that something like this might be enough to stop him loving and desiring his husband.

gently, carefully, hua cheng eases the cardigan over xie lian's shoulders and sets it at the foot of the bed. he lets his fingertips trail along xie lian's shoulders, his arms, touching every inch that he can reach as if to prove that he still wants to. the skirt comes next, fingers hooked in its waist to ease it down over xie lian's hips, but when xie lian is down to his long-sleeved shirt and underwear, hua cheng pauses to cup his face again. ]


Would you sleep in something of mine instead?

[ he doesn't want to make demands of xie lian, when he's already feeling fragile, but hua cheng would like to see xie lian in his clothes and he thinks it might help xie lian feel more secure, too, to be surrounded by his husband's familiar scent and color. ]

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