[drabble: exo] sweeter than sugar
femxiulay;
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500w
minseo turns another page in her book, the sound of the paper rustling almost too loud in the silence of the bedroom. yixiao isn't home from work yet, and although minseo enjoyed the quiet and was actually quite productive on her day off, she misses the bubbling energy of her younger girlfriend. the sun has already set and the house is too cold, too empty.
as if on cue, the squeaking of the front door sounds, and yixiao's voice calls, tired but happy, "minseo?"
"in the bedroom," minseo calls back, marking her place in her book and setting it on the nightstand. there's a crinkling of plastic as yixiao sets bags down on the counter (leftovers, probably; no matter how many times minseo complains-but-not-really about yixiao constantly stocking their pantry full of baked goods and sweets, she continues to bring them home, stating, "i put hard work and love into these, and i'm not letting them go to waste.") and then her silhouette appears in the doorway. her hair is a wild rat's nest on her head, a bit of flour streaked across her neck, and the bags under her eyes look darker than usual, but she grins at minseo and practically leaps onto the bed.
"i'm home," she says, eyes bright where her chin is resting on minseo's chest, and minseo can't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her with a murmured, "welcome home." yixiao hums happily, giggles against minseo's mouth, and then pulls away, flopping somehow gracefully on minseo's lap. she's stretched diagonal across the bed, taking up far more space than a girl her size really should be able to, and minseo shifts down so she's lying, head propped against the headboard. yixiao stretches, making a content noise as she curls against minseo's chest. her uniform polo is covered with brown sugar and flour and a bit of strawberry jam that's sticky on minseo's skin, but she's used to yixiao's messiness by now. all it means is that she'll have to pull yixiao into a shower with her later, but she's warm and comfortable right now.
"how was work?" she asks, sliding her hand underneath yixiao's shirt to trace along the bumps of her spine. yixiao practically purrs, like a cat, and then wiggles her way out of minseo's hold so she can pull her shirt over her head and off. immediately she's back against minseo's chest, cold nose nuzzling into minseo's collarbone.
"busy," as she sighs, minseo's fingertips running up and around the piercing at the back of yixiao's neck, delighted when yixiao shivers.
minseo hums questioningly, scratching her neatly trimmed nails across yixiao's hairline and up onto her scalp. yixiao doesn't respond immediately, her breath slow and even against minseo's skin, and when minseo looks down, she realizes that yixiao is fast asleep, eyelids fluttering softly. she laughs quietly, because yixiao is charming and adorable even in sleep, and then reaches over to grab her book. there's no more noise than there was before yixiao got home, but with the warmth against her chest and yixiao's arm draped over her waist, minseo feels content for the first time all day.
written for fairyminseok who requested "femxiulay cuddling" ahhh i hope u like it /o\
g;
500w
minseo turns another page in her book, the sound of the paper rustling almost too loud in the silence of the bedroom. yixiao isn't home from work yet, and although minseo enjoyed the quiet and was actually quite productive on her day off, she misses the bubbling energy of her younger girlfriend. the sun has already set and the house is too cold, too empty.
as if on cue, the squeaking of the front door sounds, and yixiao's voice calls, tired but happy, "minseo?"
"in the bedroom," minseo calls back, marking her place in her book and setting it on the nightstand. there's a crinkling of plastic as yixiao sets bags down on the counter (leftovers, probably; no matter how many times minseo complains-but-not-really about yixiao constantly stocking their pantry full of baked goods and sweets, she continues to bring them home, stating, "i put hard work and love into these, and i'm not letting them go to waste.") and then her silhouette appears in the doorway. her hair is a wild rat's nest on her head, a bit of flour streaked across her neck, and the bags under her eyes look darker than usual, but she grins at minseo and practically leaps onto the bed.
"i'm home," she says, eyes bright where her chin is resting on minseo's chest, and minseo can't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her with a murmured, "welcome home." yixiao hums happily, giggles against minseo's mouth, and then pulls away, flopping somehow gracefully on minseo's lap. she's stretched diagonal across the bed, taking up far more space than a girl her size really should be able to, and minseo shifts down so she's lying, head propped against the headboard. yixiao stretches, making a content noise as she curls against minseo's chest. her uniform polo is covered with brown sugar and flour and a bit of strawberry jam that's sticky on minseo's skin, but she's used to yixiao's messiness by now. all it means is that she'll have to pull yixiao into a shower with her later, but she's warm and comfortable right now.
"how was work?" she asks, sliding her hand underneath yixiao's shirt to trace along the bumps of her spine. yixiao practically purrs, like a cat, and then wiggles her way out of minseo's hold so she can pull her shirt over her head and off. immediately she's back against minseo's chest, cold nose nuzzling into minseo's collarbone.
"busy," as she sighs, minseo's fingertips running up and around the piercing at the back of yixiao's neck, delighted when yixiao shivers.
minseo hums questioningly, scratching her neatly trimmed nails across yixiao's hairline and up onto her scalp. yixiao doesn't respond immediately, her breath slow and even against minseo's skin, and when minseo looks down, she realizes that yixiao is fast asleep, eyelids fluttering softly. she laughs quietly, because yixiao is charming and adorable even in sleep, and then reaches over to grab her book. there's no more noise than there was before yixiao got home, but with the warmth against her chest and yixiao's arm draped over her waist, minseo feels content for the first time all day.
written for fairyminseok who requested "femxiulay cuddling" ahhh i hope u like it /o\