It’s easy enough, at least, to take advantage of the way Xiangling moves to straddle her; Keqing’s hand glides up, until her fingers are nudging at the hem of her shorts, and she hesitantly lifts one thigh, pressing it up to meet each little roll of her hips. With every move she makes, the boldness that so often eludes her comes more and more easily, until she’s able to will herself to break their kiss in favor of veering down to bury her face in the crook of Xiangling’s neck.

Does she always smell this good? Or have the peppers heightened her senses on top of making her feel like every nerve in her body is alight? Or, maybe she’s just more in-tune with Xiangling than she normally is? Either way, she lingers there for a moment, as if she’s savoring this just as much as she does the delicacies that Xiangling cooks, before pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to her throat. And then another, and another.

“I- I want…” she starts, breath fanning out warmly as she nuzzles in against Xiangling’s skin all over again, “… help me out of the rest of this, alright?”

… at least they’re on the same page? Keqing pauses there, squirming just slightly, before adding:

“And then… I- I’ll take care of you.”

Just to keep things fair, of course.