Maybe My Soulmate! (GL)

The room was bathed in silvery moonlight, the air thick with the scent of jasmine from the open window. Mo Yuxin's fingers trembled slightly as she traced the curve of Su Yubing's cheek, her touch featherlight, as if afraid the moment might shatter. Su Yubing leaned into her palm, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a breathless sigh.

"Just for us," Mo Yuxin repeated, her voice low and rough with longing.

Their lips met in a slow, searing kiss—a collision of warmth and want. Su Yubing's hands tangled in Mo Yuxin's hair, pulling her closer, while Mo Yuxin's palms slid down the elegant slope of Su Yubing's back, fingers splaying possessively over the fabric of her dress. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a rhythm that left them both breathless.

Mo Yuxin's lips trailed to Su Yubing's jaw, then her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Su Yubing arched into her, a soft whimper escaping as Mo Yuxin's hands found the zipper of her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but moonlight and the heat of Mo Yuxin's gaze.

"Beautiful," Mo Yuxin breathed, her eyes darkening as she drank in the sight.

Su Yubing's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. There was no room for shame here, not when Mo Yuxin's admiration burned so fiercely. Mo Yuxin shrugged off her own clothes, her movements deliberate, her gaze never leaving Su Yubing's. When they stood skin-to-skin, the air between them seemed to crackle.

Mo Yuxin's mouth found Su Yubing's collarbone first, kissing a path downward until her lips closed over one peaked mountains. Su Yubing gasped, her fingers tightening in Mo Yuxin's hair as pleasure rippled through her. Mo Yuxin lavished attention on each breast, her tongue swirling, teeth nipping gently, until Su Yubing's legs trembled.

"Yuxin—" Su Yubing's voice broke, her head falling back.

Mo Yuxin hummed against her skin, the vibration sending another wave of heat through Su Yubing's core. Her hands roamed lower, tracing the dip of Su Yubing's waist, the curve of her hips, before gripping her thighs. Mo Yuxin knelt, her lips trailing kisses down Su Yubing's stomach, her breath hot against quivering skin.

When her mouth brushed the sensitive inner edge of Su Yubing's thigh, Su Yubing's breath hitched. Mo Yuxin glanced up, her eyes smoldering. "Let me love you," she murmured, not as a plea, but a promise.

Su Yubing nodded, her heart pounding as Mo Yuxin's lips found the apex of her thighs. The first touch was soft, experimental, but when Su Yubing moaned, her hips jerking involuntarily, Mo Yuxin's restraint unraveled. Her hands anchored Su Yubing's hips as she tasted her, slow and deliberate, each flick of her tongue drawing cries that mingled with the rustle of silk sheets.

Su Yubing's fingers twisted in the bedding, her back arching off the mattress. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice raw.

Mo Yuxin obeyed, her own desire a wildfire as Su Yubing's pleasure washed over her. She could have drowned in this—the salt-sweet taste of her, the way her body shuddered, the broken syllables of her name. When Su Yubing finally fell apart, Mo Yubing held her through the tremors, kissing her way back up her body until their lips met again.

"Still just for us?" Mo Yuxin whispered against her mouth, her own breathing ragged.

Su Yubing laughed breathlessly, her legs hooking around Mo Yuxin's thin waist as her hoarse voice sounded in Mo Yuxin's ears, "Yes."

Mo Yuxin's lips curved into a smile against Su Yubing's mouth, not teasing, not smug—just tender, full of the quiet reverence of someone who had found something too precious to name. Their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the narrow space between them. The air still pulsed with heat, but it was slower now, like embers glowing after a wildfire.

Su Yubing traced her fingers across Mo Yuxin's back, mapping the rise and fall of muscle, the trail of her spine. Her touch was unhurried, lingering, as if committing every detail to memory. Mo Yuxin kissed her again—soft and full, deep enough to make Su Yubing sigh into her mouth.

"You feel unreal," Su Yubing murmured.

Mo Yuxin nudged her nose gently against hers, whispering back, "Then let's make this the only thing that's real."

She shifted slightly, their bodies sliding together, skin brushing skin, sending shivers racing along their spines. The sensation made them both gasp, the contact almost too much, too intimate—not just physical, but soul-deep.

Su Yubing arched into her, her breath hitching as Mo Yuxin's thigh slipped between hers, slow and deliberate. She rocked gently, seeking friction, her cheeks darkening with heat as their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt as old as the stars. Every brush, every sigh, was a language they spoke fluently now—no words needed.

Mo Yuxin's hands roamed again, this time with a different kind of tenderness. She cupped Su Yubing's face, brushing her thumbs beneath damp lashes. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, the corner of her mouth.

"You're not allowed to disappear after this," Su Yubing whispered, voice cracking slightly.

Mo Yuxin stilled, her gaze searching hers. "I won't. Not unless you send me away."

Su Yubing shook her head, her eyes wet and shining. "Never."

Mo Yuxin kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting the promise in her lips. Then she shifted again, pressing down until their bodies aligned perfectly. The heat between them flared back to life, molten and slow, as their hips began to move together in a shared rhythm—neither urgent nor hesitant, just inevitable.

They moved like a tide, rising and falling, the air filled with soft gasps and whispered names. Mo Yuxin buried her face in Su Yubing's neck, breathing her in as if scent alone could anchor her. Her hands threaded with Su Yubing's, their fingers clasping tight as their bodies surged together.

Pleasure curled low and sweet between them, building in waves. Su Yubing's voice broke into breathy whimpers, her body trembling with each roll of her hips, every flex and press drawing them closer to a precipice neither of them feared. Mo Yuxin matched her, the control in her movements trembling at the edges, fraying with every sound Su Yubing made.

Then Su Yubing leaned up, her lips brushing Mo Yuxin's ear, her breath shaky as she whispered, "Come with me."

That was all it took.

The tension broke like a tide against rock. Their moans mingled in the still air, bodies clinging to one another through the tremors, hips grinding once, twice more before stillness descended.

Mo Yuxin collapsed beside her, arms still wrapped tight around Su Yubing's waist, their legs tangled. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. They just lay there in the afterglow, moonlight bathing them in silence and softness.

Su Yubing turned her head slightly, brushing her nose against Mo Yuxin's cheek. "You okay?"

Mo Yuxin let out a breathless laugh. "I think I forgot how to breathe halfway through."

Su Yubing's eyes sparkled. "Same."

They stayed like that—limbs tangled, hearts pressed close—as the moon crept across the sky and the jasmine-scented air cooled slightly. Mo Yuxin pulled the blanket around them, then drew Su Yubing even closer.

"You're everything," Mo Yuxin said quietly, almost reverently. "I don't know how I survived before you."

Su Yubing rested her head on Mo Yuxin's chest, fingers idly drawing shapes along her side. "You didn't survive. You waited."

Mo Yuxin kissed the top of her head. "Then I'll never wait again."

Their hands found each other beneath the blanket, fingers interlocking. Outside, the world was quiet, but in that room—wrapped in heat, love, and the lingering hum of intimacy—they created something that shimmered in the dark.

It wasn't just a moment.

It was a vow made in moonlight.A home built between two heartbeats.

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The first light of morning crept gently through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in a golden glow. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, catching the sunlight like tiny stars. The jasmine scent still lingered faintly, soft and comforting.

Su Yubing stirred beneath the covers, her lashes fluttering as she slowly blinked awake. The ache in her body made itself known immediately—a deep, slow burn that pooled in her waist and lower back. She winced slightly as she shifted, the soreness from last night blooming with every small movement. Her legs felt like they'd been wrapped in clouds and stretched for miles, and her waist…

She groaned.

Still, despite the dull ache, her lips curved into a soft, sleepy smile. The memories were as vivid as the warmth in her chest.

Just then, the door creaked open, and in stepped Mo Yuxin, her hair tied up messily, cheeks slightly flushed, carrying a tray full of steaming food. The aroma of porridge, freshly baked buns, and sweet red dates filled the room. Her eyes lit up when she saw Su Yubing awake.

"You're up," she said, her voice laced with delight.

Su Yubing blinked sleepily, pushing herself up with effort, her body protesting the movement. She leaned back against the pillows with a soft grunt, her cheeks tinged pink. Her voice came out hoarse, raw from last night's cries and screams. "When did you wake up?"

Mo Yuxin set the tray down on a side table and crossed the room in two long strides. Without hesitation, she slipped into bed beside her and wrapped her arms around Su Yubing's waist, pulling her close with a soft hum of contentment.

"Just now," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Su Yubing's temple. Her hand gently slid down to Su Yubing's waist, fingers tracing small, soothing circles. "Does it hurt?"

Su Yubing glared at her, though it lacked any real heat. Her voice, though still hoarse, carried enough indignation to be heard. "Shouldn't you be more gentle then?"

Mo Yuxin flinched slightly, guilt flickering across her face. She immediately buried her face into the crook of Su Yubing's arm, her voice muffled and pitiful. "Sorry… I just missed you too much."

She looked so genuinely remorseful—and so much like a spoiled child sulking for forgiveness—that Su Yubing couldn't hold onto her annoyance. She sighed, soft and resigned, brushing her fingers through Mo Yuxin's hair.

"You really have no shame," she muttered, but there was affection behind every word.

Mo Yuxin looked up at her, her smile sheepish. "Only with you."

She then reached for the tray and brought it over, carefully propping Su Yubing up against the pillows and adjusting the blanket to cover her properly.

"Here, open your mouth," she said, holding out a spoonful of warm porridge.

Su Yubing gave her a look but obediently opened her mouth, letting Mo Yuxin feed her bite after bite. She chewed slowly, still a bit dazed from the soreness and sleep, but the taste was comforting. Soft, lightly sweet, and warm in a way that seemed to reach into her chest.

"You made this?" she asked, between bites.

Mo Yuxin puffed up with pride. "Of course. I even added the dried osmanthus you like."

Su Yubing smiled, touched more than she expected by the gesture. "You really turned into a wife overnight."

Mo Yuxin's fingers brushed Su Yubing's cheek with a tenderness that made Su Yubing pause mid-bite. Her touch was feather-light, reverent, like she was still afraid this was a dream and might slip away if she blinked. Su Yubing leaned into her palm wordlessly, finishing the last spoonful of porridge as warmth bloomed in her chest. Mo Yuxin took the empty bowl and set it aside, her lips curving into that soft, lopsided smile she reserved only for her.

"You're staring," Su Yubing murmured, voice still low and husky, each syllable roughened by last night's cries. A flush colored her cheeks, but her eyes didn't waver.

Mo Yuxin tilted her head. "How could I not?"

Su Yubing sighed and looked away, trying for a scolding glare but failing miserably when Mo Yuxin leaned in to press a kiss just beneath her jaw—right where she knew she was sensitive. The shiver that traveled down Su Yubing's spine betrayed her, and Mo Yuxin's grin turned smug for a fleeting second before she quickly buried her face back in Su Yubing's shoulder, trying to look contrite.