Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

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Dear Beautiful Readers,

I know it's been a really long time since I updated (3 weeks because I was still in Tokyo at the time), and I'm still writing WangXian, so don't worry. It's a longer project and as usual, I'm terrible at estimating the word count, but I needed some fluffy WangXian right now, and this is extremely self-indulgent, so please enjoy...

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Wei Ying wakes up with warmth all along his spine and tangled legs, cocooned and held as if he is something precious. Fingers are splayed across his belly, and a gentle thumb traces circles on his bare hip, no pressure, no pressing down, just a soft circular motion that soothes him back to sleep.

When he wakes up again, it's because he feels that enough rest has happened. But the strangest sense of something being out of sync makes his eyes flicker open. Odd but not wrong... just different. It takes him a moment to parse through hazy thoughts and the remnants of a pleasant dream. Warm lips press a loving kiss to the back of his neck, and he turns his face so his husband can greet him properly for this morning. This second kiss is delightful since Lan Zhan is rarely playful with him. It hardly matters because Wei Ying loves everything about Lan Zhan, and wanting to discover new sides of him feels just as exciting as the first day they saw each other.

Kissing Lan Zhan is extraordinary. It's exciting and feels new, no matter that they've exchanged hundreds of kisses by now; each one feels unique in its exquisiteness. His lips, usually so stern and proper, are especially soft towards him, and again, Wei Ying is overcome with awe that he gets to see Lan Zhan like this every day. That out of everyone in the world, Wei Ying is the luckiest man alive because he married The Most Gorgeous Man Ever To Exist (™) emphasis on ever, and he will shout it out across every rooftop forever more.

And who knew that this smallest of acts could be a language all by itself? Not Wei Ying, that's for sure!

Right now, with his lovely mouth, Lan Zhan is telling him so much without words. With every slow glide, each firm press of plush softness, Lan Zhan is expressing his love, the vastness of it, how it permeates his every action even before he knew what it meant to care for someone so deeply, so profoundly. It could be compared to a religious experience, to know that what they feel for each other is far greater than either of their existence. Something stronger, all-encompassing, a connection that binds them together through their uniqueness and shows them an impossible balance.

The warp and weft of silken threads, turning their lives into a tapestry of love, making it a well lived lifetime full of fulfilment and joy.

Wei Ying kisses him back, turning in his arms and pressing himself closer until they are chest to magnificent chest, and then Lan Zhan is wrapping his arms around him to keep him there. He looks rather dazed when they part, and Wei Ying feels smug because of it. It is unusual for Lan Zhan to be without words, since his vocabulary is extensive and he wields his speech like he does Bichen, cutting through the bullshit straight to the marrow of what he wants to express.

"Good morning, my love," Wei Ying whispers, yawning and stretching, smiling because Lan Zhan loosens his hold to allow that before holding him close again.

Then he notices the slant of sunshine as it highlights dust notes from the window dancing in the air, rays that are far too strong for what should be early in the morning. It's certainly too late for Lan Zhan to still be in bed with him. Wei Ying checks him out - nope, Lan Zhan is still wearing his sleeping robes, though he looks as well put together as if he were dressed and ready for the day. Only the conspicuously missing headband says otherwise. He looks softer because of its absence, freer here inside their home when Lan Zhan can be just himself.