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[he averts his gaze!!11 because lying is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, but so is killing animals, and he doesn't want to admit he just pulled two prepared chickens out of the innkeeper's stock because it impressed Wei Ying]

...Yunmeng cooking.

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[whistles]

Can you really make that? Do you know any recipes?

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Mm.

[he certainly looks like he knows what he's doing in the kitchen]

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[Lan Zhan...can cook?

he doesn't lean on his shoulder--that would keep him from cooking!--but he gets really close, watching the process with interest]

How long have you known how to do this for?

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[pretends not to hear the question]

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[leans closer to his ear]

I asked a question. Are you ignoring me?

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[takes one step away very smoothly, still not answering]

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I won't eat it if you don't answer my question. Is the answer that bad?

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[frowns, then, terse]

I learned after you died.

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[blank faced, unable to understand the significance of the timing]

It would have to have been, wouldn't it? It's been thirteen years already. If you had known before then, I would have made you treat me to a meal sooner.

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[TURNS HIS BACK TO HIM AND BUSIES HIMSELF CHOPPING SOME GARLIC]

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[UNDETERRED and keeps talking at him, pointedly talking any time the chicken starts making clucking noises]

Did you pick up any other hobbies? I'll keep it a secret, I promise.

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Busy.

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[it's convenient that many of the walking paths in Gusu are tree-lined and relatively private, especially near the family housing area; it means Lan Wangji can slide his arm shamelessly around Wei Wuxian's waist long before they actually get to the Jingshi. he's not quite riled enough to kiss him up against a tree in the open and potentially alarm small children, but he does want to hold him, keeping him close.]

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[ Wei Wuxian is simply too pleased to walk as they are, an arm naturally moving around Lan Wangji's waist in turn. Thankfully, the trip is a relatively short one.

Yet, once they're in the privacy of the Jingshi, Wei Wuxian intentionally withdraws. He stretches his arms out overhead, playfully thinking aloud. ]

I wonder what else Lan Zhan would've said, if the question required detail.

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[Lan Wangji tilts his head towards him, a little bit catlike, as he removes his outermost robe with his usual careful, practiced motions]

I like it.

[now that he's just talking to Wei Wuxian, he seems unembarrassed by admitting it, though...? Lan Wangji is also shameless.]

is prose okay?

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Wei Wuxian's eyes widen a little with the reply. Of course, while it isn't really new knowledge, and such shamelessness is plenty familiar, he'll always love when Lan Wangji speaks up about these sorts of things. Even more, since it's solely for Wei Wuxian to know and hear.

Rather than following suit (just yet), Wei Wuxian closes in again, his arms draped over Lan Wangji's shoulders. The look in his eyes is bright, eager as he watches his husband, though the sly curl of his smile is more telling.

"Tell me more?"

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He doesn't react immediately to being draped on, taking his time about folding the outer robe in his hands, all clean lines and straight edges. It gives him time to think, to gather together the words that come slowly, to lean slightly into the easy warmth of his husband's body.

There's a little smile curving his mouth, when he finally lifts his eyes to meet Wei Wuxian's.

"You enjoy being assertive. It is good to see."

Brief as always, but there's a wealth of affection behind it, and quite a bit of heat, as well.

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Naturally Wei Wuxian is well versed with the way Lan Wangji will take his time, never hurrying through life. Which can be frustrating for Wei Wuxian at times, though it helps that he knows it's with purpose. —Even if said purpose is just to drive Wei Wuxian up the wall. (Something exciting in itself.)

"I do. Although, I can't make up my mind." He hums, settling in closer. "Do I like it more when you watch me, or when I watch you?"

A rhetorical question, really. If he pleases to, Wei Wuxian can both desire and possess the best of both worlds. It brings him great pleasure to stir Lan Wangji's heart and thoughts in such a way, often challenging Wei Wuxian to see how far he can bring it.

Another light tip of his head. "Lan Zhan can be so cute."

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"Wei Ying is."

That's the easiest kind of answer: a mirror to Wei Wuxian's, a compliment returned with all sincerity. There are no thank-yous or apologies between them, but there is no rule against giving each other what they think the other would like, if it's not a matter of debt.

He lifts one hand to brush the hair back from Wei Wuxian's face, lips warm against his cheek.

"Whatever is desired, we can try."

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Even Lan Wangji's manner of response has its endearing qualities; simple, yet still carrying depths that Wei Wuxian naturally lounges in. Each and every compliment and kind word is like a precious gem, no matter their frequency or detail.

"Oh?" Quiet, light. The notable edge to Wei Wuxian's grin softens as he turns inward, his nose brushing against Lan Wangji's, only a breath from his lips.

"That's quite the lofty promise, Hanguang-jun." He slips both arms around Lan Wangji, hands resting at the small of his back. "I may end up being greedy."

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"Wei Ying should be greedy." Lan Wangji's face is warm; the rest of their bodies are warm, where they're lightly pressed together. his hand in Wei Wuxian's hair stays tender, combing it loosely out of its high tail, eventually tugging the ribbon gently free.

It's an honest sentiment. He wants to give Wei Wuxian everything he's ever wanted, without restraint or limit. Wei Wuxian spent enough years carving himself out to give to others, and now he's alive and warm and safe and Lan Wangji is ready to spoil him at all times.

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Lan Wangji speaks only with purpose, every word assuredly having its place. It is something that one can easily rely upon, Wei Wuxian in particular. All the more reason why this is so satisfying.

Still, what a gracious, irresistible, if risky offer.

Wei Wuxian shivers as he feels the gradual, heavy spill of his hair. He's always enjoyed the way his husband will do so. There's a different brand of pleasure that comes when Wei Wuxian does so in turn, a hand trailing up from Lan Wangji's back. However, instead of removing the symbolic forehead ribbon in one go, Wei Wuxian curls one end of it along the length of his finger.

The faintest, tempting pull is given. "You're mine, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian warmly hums, an exhale as he kisses Lan Wangji, only momentary and scarcely controlled. "All of you." Another. He nips Lan Wangji's lower lip. "Every last part. . ." More, more. Wei Wuxian presses in nearer, warmer.

Little by little. Amid another, more lingering and weighted kiss, the final, loosened draw of Lan Wangji's ribbon slithers from between his fingers.

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Lan Wangji's hands curl minutely against Wei Wuxian's skin when he touches the ribbon, and again when it falls from him whisper-soft, to lie across Wei Wuxian's fingers. Wei Wuxian can feel the control in those tiny movements, Lan Wangji not immediately giving in to the urge to grab him and crush him close or throw him down on the bed with all urgency, as though he's a beast let off the leash.

(To keep his restraint with the ribbon tugged off is a little easier, now, after months of marriage. It wasn't so at the beginning. Seven years pining and thirteen years mourning -- a long time to be pent up, wanting.)

No, instead of that, he holds still for the moment, but for the softness of his mouth when he kisses back, letting Wei Wuxian take him in, letting his husband's eyes and hands wander. His own hands are spread over the small of Wei Wuxian's back, his eyes dark when their gazes meet. There's something unutterably tender in his expression, for someone who knows how to look for it.

"What will Wei Ying do, with what is his?"

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Very few subtleties ever go unnoticed, now. Wei Wuxian had failed (comically, horrifically) for too long to recognize just about everything when it came to the way Lan Wangji truly felt towards him. After the realization hit, and he had confessed, the words Wei Wuxian laid out plainly for him were ones he'd promise to live by, and live up to. Regardless of what Lan Wangji might reassure him with, Wei Wuxian swears to himself to never let his husband down.

He'll always pay attention, to listen, remember.

What will he do? Wei Wuxian could find a bit of amusement in the question, should he put a lot of thought into it. —That, and if he were to think on a much more broad level.

There's a shine to Wei Wuxian's eyes as he tips his forehead against Lan Wangji's, his arms withdrawing from around his husband, only for Wei Wuxian to lay his hands flat, side by side, to Lan Wangji's chest, feeling the warmth of him, and the heart that beats for Wei Wuxian, alone.

"I want to watch you." His hands slip downward, two fingers hooking into the belted sash of Lan Wangji's robe. Allowing himself another kiss, Wei Wuxian coaxes his husband to take a few steps backwards, more towards their bed.

The corners of his lips curl, none too innocent as he slowly puts a bit more space between them again. ". . . I want to tell you what to do, and I want to watch you."