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“Jiejie,” Luo Binghe says, voice sounding vaguely affronted. “Who is that ?”


“Who?” Shen Qingqiu says, turning around from where she’s waving goodbye down the street.


“The woman on the motorcycle just now,” Luo Binghe says, staring after her. “In the white leather jacket.”


“That’s just Liu Qingge,” Shen Qingqiu says, confused. “You met her once? At the interdisciplinary martial arts conference? She was in my age rankings, so you might not remember her. It was a long time ago, before you went abroad.”


“Hm,” Luo Binghe says. She went abroad when she was 18 and a student in the teen class Shen Qingqiu assisted with, and came back ripped and internationally ranked last year. She’s 22 now, and about to test one rank higher than Shen Qingqiu, her senior of three years; but she still comes to every class that Shen Qingqiu teaches.


Shen Qingqiu isn’t stressed about Luo Binghe passing her- she could always tell Luo Binghe was destined for greatness. She’s been really sticky since she came back, too, which is endearing. What a good student.


“Is she any good?” Luo Binghe asks.


“She’s somewhere in the national Tae Kwon Do rankings,” Shen Qingqiu says. “I haven’t really kept up. Why?”


“No reason,” Luo Binghe says, still staring, a small crease between her eyebrows. “Just wondering.” She turns back to Shen Qingqiu, and her expression turns sunny. “Jiejie, let me take you out to eat.”





“You’re giving up already?” Liu Qingge asks, from directly behind Shen Qingqiu.


“I’m not giving up,” Shen Qingqiu says smoothly, leaning forward to rest her forearms on the mat between her spread legs. “I’m stretching. It’s very important to stretch during a workout.” She refuses to turn around and look at Liu Qingge, who she knows for a fact is still wearing that tight white tanktop, and is now probably lightly coated in sweat. Watching Liu Qingge do butterfly presses for a few minutes had been enough to make Shen Qingqiu feel like it was time to start running on a treadmill to take her mind off the play of muscles on her back; she doesn’t need to end up with an awkward wet spot in the crotch of her inconveniently thin yoga pants. Liu Qingge may be straight as the day is long, but Shen Qingqiu is so weak to beautiful women, and the appeal of her face and body can’t be denied.


And she didn’t ‘give up’ on running on the treadmill, she just decided to take a break to do some important stretching. All part of a normal workout routine. She wasn’t about to pass out after five minutes, as Liu Qingge’s tone implies. She could have easily gone for another three.


...Three seconds, maybe. Shen Qingqiu is not a gym workout person, despite having great endurance in martial arts. She came to today at Liu Qingge’s invitation because… well, never mind the because. But she didn’t realize that…


Gyms suck!! Who voluntarily subjects themselves to them? Everything weighs a lot and makes you breathe hard! Including the sexy women, hair tied up in a high ponytail over their undercut, sports bra showing through from under their tanktop, ugly gray sweatpants that shouldn’t be flattering somehow incredibly eye catching, who lean over and reach out their hand to-


“Get up,” Liu Qingge says, frowning. “I need someone to spot me.”


“I’ll drop the weight on you,” Shen Qingqiu says, faintly. Spot? She doesn’t know how to spot someone! She’s too gay for this!


“I won’t,” a voice says behind them. Liu Qingge looks over Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder, and her eyes narrow.


“What are you doing here,” she says, and Shen Qingqiu hears Luo Binghe laugh.


“Jiejie said she was coming to the gym,” Luo Binghe says, smiling when Shen Qingqiu turns to look at her. “She told me I was welcome to join.”


Shen Qingqiu had? Oh yes, yes she had. She’d thought it might take some of the attention off her to have someone else there; and she knows that Luo Binghe definitely works out, outside of martial arts classes. She can tell just from looking at her biceps, when she wears those tight muscle tees, or when she unselfconsciously strips her shirts off in the changing room.






...But she hadn’t thought this through! This isn’t just the gym, this is the gym… with Liu Qingge! And Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe are…


“I could spot you, if you like,” Luo Binghe offers, provokingly. “How much can you bench?”


Liu Qingge looks her up and down with a sneer. “Find out,” she says.




Two hours later, Shen Qingqiu is carrying three water bottles, feeling slightly chilled in her thin workout clothes, and is bored out of her mind. Why did she stash her phone in that locker? She’s never gone this long without it since she became an adult. She could be reading novels on the internet right now!


Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe are currently still doing leg presses across the room. Is it hot? Yes, it’s very hot to watch their corded legs flex against the resistance of the weights, the sweat making their skin gleam warmly in the lights; but the novelty wore off about 45 minutes ago when Shen Qingqiu’s stomach reminded her that it was time for lunch.


“Are you two almost done?” she says, wandering over to them with their drinks. And she somehow ended up carrying everyone’s stuff? This gym trip is a bust.


“Almost, jiejie,” Luo Binghe grits, legs flexing again. Wow… her legs are really… really strong, and smooth. Why don’t Shen Qingqiu’s look like that? Liu Qingge’s, next to her, are also flexing, her tan skin stretching tight over the muscles...


Shen Qingqiu, suddenly thirsty, takes a swig of water. And then another. Before she realizes it, she’s downed the rest of the bottle; she lowers her head to see Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge’s eyes fixed on her throat as she swallows the last of it.


“What?” she says.


“Jiejie…” Luo Binghe says, staring at the plastic bottle in her hand. Huh? Oh, it’s Liu Qingge’s.


“Oh, sorry,” she says to Liu Qingge, shaking it. Definitely empty. “I drank yours by accident. Here, you can take mine.”


“No!” Luo Binghe says, jumping to her feet and snatching the bottle from Shen Qingqiu’s hands. Shen Qingqiu stares at her, then at Liu Qingge, who is, indeed, shining faintly with the halo that her sweat gives off.


“I finished her water?” Shen Qingqiu says to Luo Binghe. “She needs something to drink?”


Luo Binghe shakes her head adamantly. “No- I’ll buy her a new one! You don’t have to give her yours!”


“You want… to buy Liu Qingge a drink?” Shen Qingqiu says, confused.


Luo Binghe makes a face like she’s sucking on a lemon, and says “...yes.”


Shen Qingqiu glances at Liu Qingge, who’s watching with a weird expression on her face.


“...Okay?” Shen Qingqiu says, and Luo Binghe leaves- still carrying Shen Qingqiu’s half-finished water bottle- and returns half a minute later, a cold bottle from the vending machine in her hands. Shen Qingqiu’s bottle is gone.


“Let’s go,” Luo Binghe says, slapping the plastic bottle thoughtlessly into Liu Qingge’s hand. Liu Qingge barely raises her hand in time to grab it and prevent it from smacking into her side.


“...” she says. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wait for a thank you, and neither does Luo Binghe.


“Let me take you out to eat, jiejie,” Luo Binghe says, wheedling, immediately trying to regain Shen Qingqiu’s focus.


“Liu Qingge and I were going to get something,” Shen Qingqiu says, holding out a hand to help Liu Qingge up. Not that she needs it- her arms are twice the thickness of Shen Qingqiu’s. She takes it anyway, and Shen Qingqiu feels her hand go hot with how warm Liu Qingge’s palm is. “But maybe you could come with us?”


Luo Binghe’s face looks gloomy, but she offers no objections. Liu Qingge frowns, but says “...fine.”


Great! All three of them can eat together, and maybe Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge can work through this weird… competitive thing they have going on!




Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge do not work through their competitive thing.





“That’s a normal thing,” Shen Qingqiu says haughtily. “Friends link arms all the time.”


“And hold hands?” Shang QInghua says, skeptically, stirring her coffee with slightly too much vigor. The coffee sloshes over the sides of the paper cup; Shang Qinghua’s hands are shaking. She came here after pulling another all-nighter for a deadline that she should have been working on two weeks prior. The norm, for her. Shen Qingqiu has no sympathy.


“Binghe holds my hand sometimes,” Shen Qingqiu counters. “And she’s just my student. That’s not weird.”


“Uh huh,” Shang Qinghua says with an eyeroll. “Right, your student. And how did you end up holding hands with Liu Qingge the day I saw you in the park?”


“We were just walking!” Shen Qingqiu says. “And I wanted to show her something, so I took her hand.”


“And didn’t let go,” Shang Qinghua says, voice full of pointedness that Shen Qingqiu doesn’t care to unpack. “How does she act when you take her hand?”


“Huh? She usually tries to pull away,” Shen Qingqiu says. “You know she’s kind of prickly. But if I hold on, she’ll let me keep holding it.”


“Does her face ever change colors when you do that?” Shang Qinghua asks. Shen Qingqiu gets the feeling she’s being mocked.


“I don’t know,” she frowns. Stupid Shang Qinghua. “I can’t usually see her face, she doesn’t look at me for a while after.”


“Oh my god!” Shang Qinghua says, exasperatedly. She downs a sip of her coffee, face not changing at all, though it looks like it’s scalding hot. “And the kissing?”


“Friends kiss each other on the cheek all the time!” Shen Qingqiu says, throwing her hands up in the air. “I was saying goodbye!”


“Uh huh,” Shang Qinghua says.





“Binghe… you really don’t have to,” Shen Qingqiu says, her perfect, melodious voice just as cool and breathtaking as the rest of her.


“I know, jiejie,” Luo Binghe says, smiling warmly at her. She’s never met a women as beautiful as Shen Qingqiu. She can’t believe she’s in her apartment; her heart is beating a little fast. She’s dreamed of being invited into Shen Qingqiu’s home for years. “But I like to! It relaxes me.”


“You’re a guest,” Shen Qingqiu says weakly, as Luo Binghe helps herself to the sponge and starts running water to do the dishes. The sink is completely full of bowls and spoons; the trash is piled high with dirty paper plates and empty ramen cups. Luo Binghe decides to come by more often.


“Let me make you dinner tonight,” Luo Binghe says, as the water finally heats up and she starts scrubbing the old food out of the bottom of a pot. Shen Qingqiu is gathering the few clean dishes in the drainer and putting them away on the shelves; even her movements putting away dishes are graceful. Luo Binghe’s heart feels full.


“Binghe, no,” Shen Qingqiu says. “I’m the host; you should relax.”


“Mhm,” Luo Binghe responds agreeably, already decided in her head. 


She’ll see what ingredients Shen Qingqiu has in her fridge once she’s done with the dishes.




“Pick up your trash!” Liu Qingge snaps, gesturing at the empty soda cans and fast food containers littering Shen Qingqiu’s counters. And kitchen table. And the floor. “Why is your house such a wreck?”


Why is her house a wreck? Shen Qingqiu glances around. It does seem a little… messier, than usual. Liu Qingge has grabbed a plastic bag and started shoving the various pieces of trash into it, scowl doing nothing to mar the beauty of her face.


Oh- Luo Binghe has been traveling the last week, for an international tournament. She usually comes over a few nights a week; Shen Qingqiu hadn’t realized she’d been relying so much on the way that her former student picks up after her.


“Stop, stop, you don’t have to,” Shen Qingqiu says, getting up to intercept Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge glares, and shoves the bag into her hand.


“Then you do it,” she says. “I’m not sitting with you in this pile of trash.”


Wow- harsh! But you know what? Fair! Shen Qingqiu has always respected that Liu Qingge is straight to the point. She sighs, and starts to gather up the trash herself.


Liu Qingge watches her for a moment, then gets another bag, and starts helping.





It takes two years for Shen Qingqiu to get used to dating Luo Binghe. That’s not her fault, though- there was no way she could have known that Luo Binghe had been interested in her all these years. Luo Binghe was subtle- there was really no indication, in the years of coffee dates and skinship and the occasional tender stroking of Luo Binghe’s hands along Shen Qingqiu’s short hair, that she liked Shen Qingqiu like that.


So yes, it’s taken her years to get used to it. To how- nice it is, to be held… to see how Luo Binghe’s face always breaks into a smile when she sees her, no matter how tired or frustrated she’s feeling… to feel her gentle, warm hands, kind on her body...


Wait. Scratch that. Shen Qingqiu is never going to get used to dating her, not when she keeps saying things like-


“Please, jiejie,” Luo Binghe murmurs in her ear, long hair trailing along Shen Qingqiu’s collarbones as she presses her body softly into Shen Qingqiu’s above her. Come on Luo Binghe- this isn’t good for jiejie’s heart! Don’t ask her with such a sexy voice, she won’t be able to resist!


“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says quietly, swallowing. “We don’t have time- the tournament-”


“That’s not for another two hours,” Luo Binghe says, voice pitched low. Her chest is brushing against Shen Qingqiu’s; her thigh presses gently between Shen Qingqiu’s. Shen Qingqiu’s nipples are hard; it feels like the heat simmering beneath her skin is going to all drip out as wetness between her legs.


“I promise I’ll make it good for jiejie,” Luo Binghe breathes into her ear.


‘Make it good-’ isn’t that the problem, Binghe! She always makes it too good, and Shen Qingqiu ends up stuck in bed for the next two, three hours, coming over and over on her tongue, on one of her toys, riding her thigh while Luo Binghe sucks on her breasts and fingers her until she ruins another set of sheets and any pretense at punctuality-


“Please? Let me?” Luo Binghe pleads in that sexy low voice, and Shen Qingqiu groans in capitulation. She presses her fingers into Luo Binghe’s silky hair and pushes her head down between her legs, where Luo Binghe has been begging to be all morning. She’s already wet when Luo Binghe licks a broad stripe up the line between her lips, moaning self-satisfiedly as she spreads Shen Qingqiu apart and gets to it.




They’re late to the tournament.





“Jiejie will be back later,” Luo Binghe says. The martial arts studio is empty; she’s doing a deep clean of it while Shen Qingqiu is off running errands for the head instructor.


“I’ll wait,” Liu Qingge says, stiffly. She stands by the door, duffle bag still weighing down her broad shoulders.


After a few minutes of Luo Binghe cleaning and Liu Qingge standing in silence, Luo Binghe sighs and gestures towards the dressing rooms. “You can put that down. If you want.”


Liu Qingge looks at her, and walks slowly to the dressing room; there’s the sound of something heavy being placed on the ground. She comes back out. “Where are the brooms,” she asks.




“When I said we should spar, I didn’t mean that we had to do it the whole time you were waiting,” Luo Binghe laughs, eyes bright. “Are you sure you don’t want a break? You came straight from your class, right?”


“Be silent!” Liu Qingge barks out, her low voice direct as she snaps her leg out in a kick. “Fight!”


Luo Binghe barely blocks the kick, forearm just saving her ribs from a bruising blow, as she turns the energy of the kick to lead Liu Qingge forward and off balance.


One of Liu Qingge’s free hands comes up in a lightning-quick strike to the temple, and Luo Binghe lets go of her leg to block it, then moves in before Liu Qingge can withdraw. In a smooth movement, her arm is around Liu Qingge’s waist and she’s flipping her over her hip onto the ground, following her down for a full-body pin.


She hears the breath slam out of Liu Qingge’s lungs, and scrambles to get her weight across her frame before she can get up; but Liu Qingge is fast, fists and an elbow darting up to catch Luo Binghe in the ribs twice.


Luo Binghe ignores the flashes of pain and maneuvers to try to lock her arm around Liu Qingge’s shoulder and neck, a wild grin lighting up her face. Liu Qingge thrashes in her grip, body tight and hot against Luo Binghe’s; but down on the ground like this the weight difference is significant. She obviously doesn’t have the grappling experience that Luo Binghe does, and it’s only a few seconds before Luo Binghe has her in a hold, arm around her throat and legs locking around her rib cage from behind.


“Give?” Luo Binghe pants in her ear, and Liu Qingge struggles harder in her grip, trying to strike her with elbows or roll them over. After a few seconds of futile struggle, Luo Binghe starts to apply the choke across Liu Qingge’s exposed throat, and moments later, Liu Qingge is tapping out, hand hitting Luo Binghe’s arm in two hard slaps.


Luo Binghe releases her immediately, but doesn’t push her off from where she lays on top of her chest, her back to Luo Binghe’s front, hips still resting between Luo Binghe’s now open legs. She feels the fast breaths moving Liu Qingge’s rib cage for only a few moments before Liu Qingge makes a tch noise and rolls off her onto her feet.


“Good match,” she says gruffly, holding a hand out to help Luo Binghe up.


Luo Binghe takes it, blood still pumping fast, her mood excellent.


“It was,” she says, and they get through two more rounds- both ties- before Shen Qingqiu arrives. When she comes in, she glances at Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge- both panting, covered in a light sheen of sweat- and shakes her head.


“Hi,” she says, kissing Liu Qingge on the cheek and Luo Binghe briefly on the mouth. Luo Binghe’s blood roars in her body. “Thanks for waiting.”





“So how did you three negotiate that whole… thing, anyway?” Shang Qinghua says around the straw that leads into her iced coffee.


“What thing?” Shen Qingqiu asks, frowning.


“You know,” Shang Qinghua says. “Your thing. With Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge.”


“What thing?” Shen Qingqiu repeats, frowning harder.


“Come on, I thought for sure Luo Binghe was going to rip off Liu Qingge’s head when you kept flirting with her after the two of you got together,” Shang Qinghua says.


“When I what ,” Shen Qingqiu says, eyebrows drawing together.


“When you kept flirting ,” Shang Qinghua replies, as though annoyed that she has to repeat herself. “How did you work it out with the two of them?”


“I never flirted,” Shen Qingqiu says haughtily. “Anyways, Liu Qingge is straight. Why would I flirt with her? That would be ridiculous.”


“Bro…” Shang QInghua says, looking at her like she has a second head. “She has an undercut. You’re dating her. Where do you see straight?”


“I’m not- since when am I dating her?!” Shen Qingqiu asks, annoyed. “I think I would have noticed!”


“I would have thought so too,” Shang Qinghua says, eyeing her judgmentally. “Why are you still holding her hand and kissing her and taking her on all those threeway dates, then?”


“We’re not- those are friendship dates!!” Shen Qingqiu protests, loudly enough that some of the other patrons of the coffee shop turn to look at them.




It’s not that she doesn’t trust Shen Qingqiu’s judgments of her relationships, it’s just that…


Well, Shang Qinghua doesn’t trust Shen Qingqiu’s judgments of her relationships.


Shen Qingqiu thought that Luo Binghe respected her as… her martial arts instructor from childhood.


Which she probably did, granted, but she was definitely also aiming to die suffocated between Shen Qingqiu’s thighs. Extremely obviously so. And it still took Shen Qingqiu years to catch on.


So, here she is. Confirming with the source.


“Why are you here?” Liu Qingge says, derision obvious in her voice.


Wow, thanks a lot- Shang Qinghua is just trying to look out for you, but feel free to talk down to her like she can’t even walk into an open Tae Kwon Do studio! For all Liu Qingge knows, Shang Qinghua could be here to sign up for classes. She’s not, of course- she would rather volunteer to clean the entirety of Mobei-Jun’s palatial apartment with a toothbrush than subject herself to Liu Qingge’s style of instruction- but she could be!


“How long have you and Shen Qingqiu been dating?” Shang Qinghua asks, skipping the pleasantries since none are forthcoming from the other side.


Liu Qingge is lucky she’s so beautiful. No one would be putting up with this kind of treatment otherwise!


“Wh- what?! We’re not dating!” Liu Qingge replies, face immediately going red.


WOW. It’s on both sides?




“And she thought that- that you and I were somehow both- involved with-” Shen Qingqiu is stumbling over her words, face red, because- because she’s so embarrassed at how off-base Shang Qinghua’s assumptions were! That’s why! “With Liu Qingge, of all people!”


“Would you like to be, jiejie?” Luo Binghe asks, gaze suddenly intent. “Involved, that is?”


Huh? What?





“You’re already waiting,” Luo Binghe observes. “Want me to cut it for you?”


“Huh?” Liu Qingge says, immediately dropping her hand from where she’d been fiddling with her undercut.


“It’s getting longer than you like, right?” Luo Binghe says. “Why not let me? Shen Qingqiu won’t be home for another hour or so.”


“You know how to cut hair?” Liu Qingge frowns.


“I do jiejie’s,” Luo Binghe says, smiling. Shen Qingqiu’s standard taper cut suits her very well; after a bad (mediocre) experience with a barber that cut it (slightly) too flat, Luo Binghe immediately learned how to do hair so that Shen Qingqiu would never have a subpar haircut again. She’s been doing Shen Qingqiu’s haircuts for the last few years; she keeps the buzzers oiled and cleaned in their bathroom.


Liu Qingge shifts on the chair. “I don’t know,” she says.


“You can take a shower after, if you want,” Luo Binghe says. “To get rid of the extra hairs. I just washed the towels.”


Liu Qingge eyes her suspiciously.


“Jiejie always thinks your hair looks nice when it’s freshly cut,” Luo Binghe says innocently.


“...Fine,” Liu Qingge says.




Luo Binghe has a professional hairdresser’s plastic smock that she uses when she cuts Shen Qingqiu’s hair. “Take your jacket off,” she says briskly, setting out a stool in the middle of the kitchen floor. “The collar won’t fit under the smock, it’ll get hair on it.”


Liu Qingge hesitates, then unzips the jacket, stripping it from her shoulders and tossing it over one of the other chairs. She’s wearing a sports bra underneath, and nothing else. 


She probably ran here, Luo Binghe thinks, letting her gaze trail idly along Liu Qingge’s body. She’s always so tightly done up; Luo Binghe has never seen her in anything but a sports bra. She wonders if she ever wears a regular bra, or goes out in nothing but a shirt. Luo Binghe has never seen her chest not bound.


She settles the plastic over Liu Qingge’s shoulders, and runs her fingers lightly through her hair where it needs to be trimmed. Liu Qingge’s shoulders tense, then slowly relax as Luo Binghe keeps moving her fingers gently through, tracing the line where the buzzed parts meets the long hair on the top of her head.


“Just here?” she asks, following it down to the nape of her neck with her fingers. “You don’t need anything on the top?”


“No,” Liu Qingge says, voice a little rough. “It’s fine.”


“I’m going to tie it back,” Luo Binghe says, taking a hairtie and starting to pull Liu Qingge’s hair into a messy bun. Liu Qingge jumps slightly under her hands, then slowly relaxes.


“You usually take a 1, right?” Luo Binghe asks.


“Yeah,” Liu Qingge says. Luo Binghe uses the hand in her hair to pull her head slightly to the side, tilting it. Liu Qingge shivers slightly, but lets her head be moved.


“Okay,” Luo Binghe says. “Just relax,” and she flicks on the buzzers and gets to work.




Shen Qingqiu comes home just as Liu Qingge is walking out of her shower, steamy and fresh and smelling of Luo Binghe’s shampoo, toweling her hair dry with one of the soft house towels.


Shen Qingqiu almost faints.


“Thanks for letting me borrow your shower,” Liu Qingge says gruffly, even though Shen Qingqiu feels like she should be thanking her. Why is she wearing only a sports bra and workout pants? Why is her skin flushed red like that from the hot water? This must be illegal.


“It’s no trouble,” she says mildly, trying not to stare. Liu Qingge slings the towel around her shoulders and walks to the kitchen to grab a windbreaker, which she puts on but leaves open, flashing her abs to the world. Luo Binghe is sweeping hair up in the kitchen.


“Welcome home, jiejie,” she says, her eyes landing on Shen Qingqiu with a look of...




Shen Qingqiu needs to be alone with her girlfriend for a while, is what that look is telling her. At least a few hours. Preferably with some music going, so that they don’t disturb the neighbors too much.


Shen Qingqiu manages to behave completely appropriately in front of Liu Qingge for the next hour and a half while they discuss whatever it was she came here to discuss, and as soon as the door closes behind her, Luo Binghe’s lips are on hers, pressing her into the doorframe.


“Bed,” Shen Qingqiu says breathlessly, and Luo Binghe groans and pushes her leg between Shen Qingqiu’s, moaning as she feels how Shen Qingqiu pushes down onto it helplessly and insistently.


“Binghe, ah,” Shen Qingqiu gasps, and 15 minutes later she’s muffling a shout into her hand as she comes on Luo Binghe’s face, braced against the door, Luo Binghe’s thumbs spreading her apart for her tongue, on her knees in front of her.




Forty minutes later-


“Binghe- Binghe-” Shen Qingqiu pants, legs spread wide for Luo Binghe’s strap. Fuck, she doesn’t even like penetrative stuff that much- or that’s what she thought, at least!- but something about the way that Luo Binghe does it makes her-


“Ah- ah- Binghe- !” she moans, and her whole body seizes up as she comes in a flood of wetness all over Luo Binghe’s purple silicone dick.


“Jiejie,” Luo Binghe gasps, and ducks her head to take one of Shen Qingqiu’s nipples in her hot mouth, one hand coming up to grab the other nipple and pull at it, rolling it between her fingers as she licks and bites and drives Shen Qingqiu out of her mind. The waves of orgasm build, overlapping and intensifying as she shakes apart, tossing her head to the side and digging her nails into Luo Binghe’s perfect back, heedless of the marks she leaves.




An hour later-


“Just one more,” Luo Binghe begs sweetly, and Shen Qingqiu moans and shakily, slowly, opens her legs so that Luo Binghe can reach between them. Luo Binghe slides and rocks the vibrator slowly against her soaked clit.


“We’ll start slow,” Luo Binghe says, and turns it on to the lowest setting. Shen Qingqiu trembles and shouts and comes again immediately.




“Yes- ah, jiejie, yes, please, I love you, yes-” Luo Binghe is panting, dripping all over Shen Qingqiu’s face as she lies on her back. Shen Qingqiu feels like she isn’t really doing anything, so out of her mind from the successive orgasms; she’s just letting Luo Binghe grind against her face and barely managing to firm her tongue up against her to press inside her every now and then. But Luo Binghe is moaning anyway, writhing and taking Shen Qingqiu’s cheek in a tender hold as she fingers herself to completion, coming all over Shen Qingqiu’s face with a loud groan, muscular thighs trembling against her cheeks.




Luo Binghe’s pillow talk could use some work- it could do with about 60% less effusive descriptions of Shen Qingqiu’s beauty, which are sweet, but extremely embarrassing when she’s lying there covered in come and unable to make herself sit up, legs still twitching from her seventh orgasm.


“Jiejie,” Luo Binghe is saying, voice low and husky. Shen Qingqiu lost track of what she was talking about for a little while there. “Would you like to be?”


Hm? Like to be?


“Involved with her?” Luo Binghe clarifies, eyes intent on Shen Qingqiu’s face.


Her? Who does Luo Binghe-


Shen Qingqiu stares at her girlfriend for a moment, then feels her ears go hot. Her mouth, maybe, drops open slightly.


Is she serious?!





“Come sit down,” Shen Qingqiu says, and gently pulls Liu Qingge by the cuff of her sleeve to sit on the couch next to her.


Liu Qingge sits, stiffly, in the middle of the sofa. She doesn’t know why she agreed to this.


“Binghe will be here in just a moment with the snacks,” Shen Qingqiu says. “This is one of my favorite martial arts movies- this actor uses one of the styles Qingyuan jie started with-” and she starts rambling on happily about the actors and their backgrounds and their arts’ stylistic differences.


Liu Qingge shifts uncomfortably. When Shen Qingqiu asked her to watch a movie with her and Luo Binghe, she had assumed they would be going… out. To a movie theatre. She hadn’t thought she’d arrive at their house to find Shen Qingqiu in loose pajamas and Luo Binghe in the kitchen, making some kind of delicious-smelling baked something. Is it really okay for her to be here? She feels a little like she’s intruding on their domestic life.


But as she watches Shen Qingqiu rattle on, face shining with excitement for whatever cheesy martial arts film this is, she feels her expression soften.


Shen Qingqiu would tell her if there was a problem.


“We’re starting, Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu calls, and an answering “I’ll join you soon, jiejie!” comes from the other room.




The martial arts movie finished half an hour ago, and Shen Qingqiu put on something else that Liu Qingge hasn’t been able to pay a single moment of attention to, because Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu are both sitting way too close to her on either side.


“Jiejie,” Luo Binghe says, hand idly playing with Shen Qingqiu’s short hair. She laid her arm along the back of the sofa to reach Shen Qingqiu what feels like hours ago; Liu Qingge swears she can feel the heat from her arm on the back of her neck, even though it doesn’t touch her. “This is that character you like?”


“Mhm,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice says. She inclines her head a little into the motion of Luo Binghe’s hand; Liu Qingge desperately keeps her eyes fixed to the screen, trying not to let her attention waver.


She barely manages to not jump when she feels Shen Qingqiu rest her head gently on her shoulder. 


What’s happening? Her whole face feels hot.


“I like what they did with her hair and makeup,” Shen Qingqiu says. “See how the styles change as time passes? It’s like a metaphor for her character arc.”


Luo Binghe makes an indulgent noise, and Liu Qingge swallows forcibly, sitting as still as possible so as not to jostle Shen Qingqiu.




It’s been what feels like hours, but can’t have been more than 30 minutes, because the movie is still playing. Somehow, in that time, Luo Binghe has shifted so that her side is almost touching Liu Qingge’s. She can feel the warmth of it all along her arm. Shen Qingqiu’s head is still resting on her shoulder; her hair is soft and tickles Liu Qingge’s neck when she breathes, so she tries to do so as little as possible.


She has no idea what’s on the screen; her eyes are fixed on Luo Binghe’s free hand, which is folded on her thigh next to Liu Qingge’s. The knuckles and tendons of her hand are strongly defined; Liu Qingge can’t look at it without remembering their sparring matches. How that hand was strong enough to pin her, to grab her and hold her down, to force her body where she wanted her-


As if reading the line of Liu Qingge’s gaze- which she couldn’t be, because Shen Qingqiu can’t see her eyes- Shen Qingqiu reaches out and takes Luo Binghe’s hand, holding it gently. She has to reach across Liu Qingge’s lap to do so, but she does it unselfconsciously, unaware of how it makes Liu Qingge’s pulse speed up. She rests her forearm across Liu Qingge’s thighs, shifting her head a little closer on her shoulder. The skin of her cheek brushes against Liu Qingge’s bare neck; she’s wearing contacts tonight, instead of her glasses.


Liu Qingge swallows hard. Like this, isn’t she completely encircled by Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu’s arms? Her heart is racing. Is this maybe a little too…


Luo Binghe is gently playing with Shen Qingqiu’s hand; her other hand has slipped from Shen Qingqiu’s hair to rest heavily across her far shoulder. It brings her weight in closer towards Liu Qingge; now Shen Qingqiu’s whole side is pressed against Liu Qingge’s arm. The weight of her moves Liu Qingge’s body a little, and she brushes against Luo Binghe. She freezes, but neither Luo Binghe nor Shen Qingqiu seem to notice anything strange about the situation; they both continue to make idle commentary about the movie.


Liu Qingge covertly glances down at the pair of hands intertwined next to her. Luo Binghe’s thumb is tracing up and down the lines of Shen Qingqiu’s knuckles; she flexes her fingers to spread them between Shen Qingqiu’s, turning her hand over to rub slow circles into her palm. Liu Qingge’s face goes hot.


Isn’t that… isn’t that a little…


It feels like she shouldn’t be watching this. Is it warm in here?


“Qingge,” Shen Qingqiu says, voice quiet, and Liu Qingge snaps her eyes up away from the entwined hands. Qingge? “Do you want to-”


And at that moment, there’s a heavy hammering on the door, as a familiar voice starts up a huge ruckus.


“Shen Qingqiu I know you’re in there!” Shang Qinghua’s voice comes, frantic. “Stop ignoring my texts, the deadline is tomorrow and I can’t reach Liu Mingyan!”


“Mingyan?” Liu Qingge says, confused, sitting up slightly.


Shen Qingqiu sits up and glowers at the door.


“Stop making such a scene!” she snaps, getting to her feet and pacing to the door. “Liu Qingge is over!” and she yanks it open.


Shang Qinghua almost falls through the door. She catches herself on the frame, and gapes at Liu Qingge, where she still sits on the couch, Luo Binghe’s arm draped across the backrest behind her.


“What do you need with Mingyan?” Liu Qingge asks, frowning.





Liu Qingge swallows hard; her neck feels hot.


“Wh… what?” she says. Shen Qingqiu just said-


“I asked if I could kiss you,” Shen Qingqiu repeats, voice quiet. She’s standing- very close to Liu Qingge- so close, it would be easy for her to reach out her hand and touch-


“Why?” Liu Qingge asks, heart racing. What’s happening- why is-


Shen Qingqiu raises a hand and rests it gently on Liu Qingge’s forearm. They’re almost exactly the same height; Liu Qingge is only slightly taller. Her skin feels electric where Shen Qingqiu’s hand rests on her bare arm. “Because you’re very beautiful,” Shen Qingqiu says, and Liu Qingge can feel her whole face go hot.


“You and Luo Binghe,” Liu Qingge says desperately, trying not to take a step back in panic. She can’t- Shen Qingqiu isn’t the type who would- who would cheat-


“She also thinks you’re beautiful,” Shen Qingqiu says, and Liu Qingge stares at her in confusion as she leans further into her space. When her breath fans across Liu Qingge’s cheek it makes her inhale sharply; but she doesn’t step away.


“What does that-” mean, she thinks, but Shen Qingqiu’s hand is sliding down to take hers, and the simple motion takes her breath away.


“You love her,” she says, staring at Shen Qingqiu dazedly. Shen Qingqiu loves her, so why...


“Yes,” Shen Qingqiu says, and Liu Qingge’s heart constricts a little. “And I care about you very much also. And I would very much like to kiss you.” She pauses. “Binghe would like to see us kiss,” and she smiles at Liu Qingge. “Are you interested?”


Liu Qingge feels her face flush bright red. Luo Binghe… wants to see…? 


“I- I,” she stammers.


“You don’t have to answer now, of course,” Shen Qingqiu says, squeezing her hand lightly and stepping back, letting it drop. “But I wanted to ask this time for sure. We were interrupted the times that I tried to before.”


“What times before?” Liu Qingge asks dazedly. Oh- that time on the couch? Had Shen Qingqiu been trying to- was this what she had wanted to ask her?


Shen Qingqiu wants… to kiss her?


“I can give you time to think about it,” Shen Qingqiu says, adjusting her glasses and smiling composedly. She’s shifting her weight, as if planning to turn- to leave-


“Wait!” Liu Qingge says, hand moving to grab Shen Qingqiu’s wrist of its own volition. Her skin is soft, tight over the firm muscles of her forearm; her strength is considerable, though she doesn’t usually use it outside of her classes.


“Wait,” Liu Qingge repeats, and tugs gently at the arm in her grasp.


Shen Qingqiu turns back, cool, dark eyes fixed on Liu Qingge’s face, and Liu Qingge feels the years of longing boarded up in the back of her mind rush out all at once.


Before she knows it, her mouth is covering Shen Qingqiu’s- almost. She hasn’t lost her control that much; she pulls back just before their lips touch, ready to ask again whether Shen Qingqiu means it. But before she can speak, Shen Qingqiu’s hand slides into her hair and pulls her back forward, meeting her lips halfway.


Her first kiss.


And it’s with... Shen Qingqiu.


Her heart stutters in her chest, and her eyes flutter closed.




Her first orgasm is also with Shen Qingqiu- and with Luo Binghe, who guides her mouth to Shen Qingqiu’s as she gasps and shakes apart on both their fingers.





“No,” Liu Qingge says stiffly. “That’s dirty.”


“I’ll put down a towel,” Luo Binghe says with a charming smile. She runs a broad, hot palm down the small of Liu Qingge’s back where she faces her. “It’ll help with the cramps.”


“I’m fine,” Liu Qingge says with a scowl, not moving away from Luo Binghe’s hand. “They’re not that bad.”


“You weren’t even able to get up to run this morning,” Luo Binghe says with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve never seen you miss a day before.” Her other hand joins her first on Liu Qingge’s waist- starts rubbing her lower back. Liu Qingge makes a small noise, and Luo Binghe lets her thumbs rest on the slope of the v at the front of her hips, pressing gentle circles into the front of her abs, where she aches. Liu Qingge’s eyes flutter closed, as through the touch is helping.


“Come on, gorgeous,” Luo Binghe says, “let me fuck it out of you until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”




“Are you sure-” Liu Qingge says, feeling her face flush as Luo Binghe pushes her down into the bed. “You really want to-”


“I don’t mind,” Luo Binghe says, hands tugging Liu Qingge’s thin work out pants off before she can raise any objection. “I’ll eat you out, too, if you want,” she teases.


“Absolutely not!” Liu Qingge snaps, ears going hot. Shameless! “Just use-”


She trails off, embarrassment closing her mouth.


“QIngge wants my dick?” Luo Binghe murmurs into her ear, amused. Liu Qingge closes her eyes in mortification. “Don’t be shy- you know I’ll give it to you any time you want. I love hearing you ask for it.”


“Stop talking,” Liu Qingge says, as Luo Binghe peels her out of her shirt and strips her own off over her head. She is, again, not wearing any sort of bra. Or underwear, Liu Qingge notes despondently, as Luo Binghe kicks off her own pants.


“Take this off,” Luo Binghe says, running her hands up and down Liu Qingge’s tightly bound chest, palming her through the sports bra she wears. She makes no move to let go, though, thumbs circling Liu Qingge’s nipples through the slippery fabric as she pushes her breasts together slightly.


Liu Qingge is aching between her legs. She always feels extra aroused during her period, her breasts even more sensitive than usual; but she’s never… she’s never thought about actually doing… isn’t this too dirty?


Luo Binghe pulls down the tight hem of the sports bra, pressing a kiss against the exposed softness of one swell of breast with a satisfied noise.


“Stop that, you’ll stretch it out,” Liu Qingge huffs, ears red. She sits up to peel the sports bra off over her head with both hands. When she gets it past her ears Luo Binghe pushes her back, fabric still stuck around her elbows, restricting her movements.


“Hey-” Liu Qingge says, as her back hits the mattress. Luo Binghe’s head immediately dips to take one breast in her mouth, her other hand coming up to knead the other roughly.


Fuck. Liu Qingge shivers. It feels so good; she tries not to squirm under Luo Binghe. She can tell that she’s really wet between her legs right now, but some of that… is probably…


This is so embarrassing. Luo Binghe really wants to- it’s going to make such a mess-


She works the sports bra the rest of the way off her arms, letting it fall to rest on the sheets somewhere over her head, and brings one hand to cup the back of Luo Binghe’s head. Luo Binghe makes a pleased noise, and gently bites one nipple. Liu Qingge’s hand presses her against it harder, completely without her intent, as her back arches slightly.


...When did her legs fall open like that?


Luo Binghe pulls off the nipple with a pop, and leans back slightly to look at Liu Qingge, spread out under her. Liu Qingge musters up the self-control to frown back at her. Why all the staring? It’s not necessary!


Luo Binghe smiles, and leans in to kiss her, both hands still kneading her breasts. Liu Qingge opens for her mouth with a small noise, as Luo Binghe pinches both nipples, one after the other, rolling them slowly between her fingers. Her tongue presses, hot, into Liu Qingge’s mouth; she slots a thigh between Liu Qingge’s legs.


Liu Qingge’s whole body shudders.


“Take off your underwear,” Luo Binghe says, drawing back after a few minutes of teasing that leave Liu Qingge feeling like she’s about to combust.


Liu Qingge hesitates. She’s wearing panties today, in lieu of her usual boxer briefs, because she was cramping too badly to use a tampon. The way she’s been leaking, she’s sure the pad she’s wearing is full of blood.




“You want me to look away?” Luo Binghe asks, pressing a kiss to her lips with a smile.


“...” Liu Qingge doesn’t respond.


“I will,” Luo Binghe says, and rolls off of Liu Qingge a little, so that her legs are free. She dips her head into Liu Qingge’s neck, mouthing gently at the sensitive skin there. “Go ahead, I won’t look until you’re done.”


“...Ridiculous,” Liu Qingge grumps quietly, but seizes her chance. She wants to take a look, before Luo Binghe can see-


...Yes, she is definitely bleeding quite a lot.


“It’s going to make a mess,” she says despondently, taking the underwear off and tossing it to the side so that the bloody pad won’t be visible.


“Let me touch you,” Luo Binghe says hotly, sliding her hand down past Liu Qingge’s abs to rest a few inches below her belly button. Her warm fingers gently rub circles against Liu Qingge’s aching abdomen, waiting for permission. The relief from the cramping that the gentle rubbing provides is overshadowed by how much Liu Qingge’s body screams to have those fingers inside her.


“...” Liu Qingge says. She can feel herself pulsing inside with how badly she wants it.




“...Fine,” she says, and Luo Binghe makes a satisfied noise, and slides her fingers down. They glide over Liu Qingge’s clit with no resistance at all; it feels so, so good, and Liu Qingge tries not to think about how the wetness slicking the way is probably partially-


Her legs spread, her hips arching up without her permission, when Luo Binghe presses a finger testingly between her lips. Why are her legs shuddering like that?! This is humiliating! She’s already so wet for it, does her body really have to out her like this too?!


“Can I? Inside?” Luo Binghe asks, those strong fingers tracing firm, teasing circles around Liu Qingge’s entrance. Liu Qingge can feel herself twitching around the fingers, as if trying to coax them inside; there’s a faint smell of irony blood in the air.


“Do what you want,” she says, not letting herself hesitate this time. She already knows she’s going to give in, so just get it over with!


Luo Binghe makes a satisfied noise, and slips a finger into her. It goes in so easily, Liu Qingge’s body wet and ready and angling itself without her permission to let her in-


Liu Qingge hears herself make a high-pitched noise, as Luo Binghe’s finger immediately finds the places she likes best. Deep enough that she can trace teasing circles against the far parts of her inner walls, but angled so that when she arches her finger, the middle knuckle’s base presses right against the g spot.


Fuck, her body is already clenching and relaxing and clenching around her. Luo Binghe draws the finger out slightly, and it feels hotter than usual on the outside of Liu Qingge’s lips when it comes out of her body. Oh- it must be the extra wetness from-


“Ah-” Liu Qingge says, as Luo Binghe thrusts the finger smoothly back in. “Ah- ah- ” as Luo Binghe withdraws and slides back in with two.


“So loud already,” Luo Binghe says delightedly. She leans in close, her breasts pressing soft and firm against Liu Qingge, her weight solid on top of her. “Let me hear you, beautiful,” and she muffles Liu Qingge’s moan with a deep, wet kiss, as she starts fucking her hard with the two fingers.




“That’s it, give it up,” Luo Binghe says, snapping her hips forward so that Liu Qingge rocks forward on her hands and knees with the force of the strap. “You take it- so- well-” she says, punctuating each word with a thrust, fingers flexing deep indents into Liu Qingge’s waist.


Liu Qingge’s back arches, body starting to tremble again. “Stop talking-!” she gasps out, even as Luo Binghe reaches around to rub her clit. She collapses into the covers, moaning, body clenching in spurts around Luo Binghe’s cock, tight enough that Luo Binghe can feel the pressure of it through the harness.




“Yes- yes-” Liu Qingge is panting, legs spread wide for Luo Binghe’s hips and strap, ankles held back by Luo Binghe’s hands, arms tight around Luo Binghe’s muscular shoulders as she fucks her into the mattress. “ Yes - please- ah -”


“I’m home,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes from the door, and her head peeks around the doorframe of the bedroom. “What are you two-”


Liu Qingge screams as she comes.




Luo Binghe hasn’t pulled out yet, still rocking her hips in tiny circles inside Liu Qingge as she comes down, panting, from her orgasm.


“I didn’t realize you were done with your period,” Shen Qingqiu says, eyes fixed on the movements of Luo Binghe’s waist. That perfect ass, outlined in the black straps of the…


“She’s not,” Luo Binghe says, smug and self-satisfied.


Shen Qingqiu blinks, and feels heat slowly rise to her face. Liu Qingge’s face is bright red too; but she hasn’t released Luo Binghe from the circle of her arms around her neck.


“Oh,” Shen Qingqiu says. Liu Qingge moans, and her back arches, weakly, as Luo Binghe grinds into her one last time.







Mmngh ,” Liu Qingge moans, as Luo Binghe grinds down onto her face. Her hands are tied back onto the headboard, so she can’t do anything but lick and suck and gasp for breath when Luo Binghe lets her up.


“Yes,” Luo Binghe pants, hands burying themselves in Liu Qingge’s hair. “Ah, yes- jiejie, jiejie, is this what you wanted? Do we look nice? Are we being good for you?”


Liu Qingge moans and squirms beneath her, her thighs sliding against each other, and the sound of the vibrator grows louder. Shen Qingqiu must be- be turning it up another notch where she holds it, rubbing it against her clit-


“Very good,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice says breathlessly, catching on the words. “Binghe- yes- you look so good on top of her like that-”


“Ah- ah- jiejie -” Luo Binghe moans, and rolls her hips hard against Liu Qingge’s face, wetness dripping down the length of her jaw. “Jiejie please- I want to- I’ll be so much better to you than that toy, please- let me touch you- my mouth, my fingers, please-”


“Be obedient, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says, slightly scolding, and Luo Binghe gasps and comes all over Liu Qingge’s face.




Fifteen minutes later, Liu Qingge is moaning on Luo Binghe’s cock, still tied to the bed as Shen Qingqiu sucks on her breasts, the sound of the vibrator pressed hard against Shen Qingqiu’s clit not drowning out her low noises of pleasure.


“Qingge,” she says hotly against Liu Qingge’s chest, and pulls the vibrator off herself with a wet noise and a groan, moving it to slide along Liu Qingge’s clit. 


Liu Qingge almost blacks out as she comes, legs jerking wildly on Luo Binghe’s hips.





“Please, I need to get this finished,” Shang Qinghua says, as Liu Mingyan stares off blankly into space for the third time in as many minutes. 


“Hm?” Liu Mingyan says, eyes focusing back on her.


“Come on, you’re the only good editor I’ve ever had,” Shang Qinghua pleads. “The draft is due tonight.”


“Do you think my sister is dating Shen Qingqiu?” Liu Mingyan asks.


“Huh? No,” Shang Qinghua says. She knows the answer to this one! “I asked- they’re not dating. Not her and Luo Binghe, either.”


Liu Mingyan gives her a weird look at ‘Luo Binghe,’ but doesn’t mention it.


“Why?” Shang Qinghua says. Deadline? What deadline- she’d much rather talk about gossip!


Liu Mingyan turns her chair around to fully face Shang Qinghua, leaning forward to steeple her fingers, elbows on her knees. “The last three times I’ve gone over to her house,” she says, voice conspiratory, “she wasn’t there. And when I texted, she responded later saying she’d been visiting them. At night.”


“So you think they’re-” Shang Qinghua says, making an obscene gesture with her hands.


“That’s disgusting,” Liu Mingyan says. “But also, yes. When did you talk to them?”


“Oh, a few months ago? Maybe a year?” Shang Qinghua says, scratching behind her ear. “Why do you want to know? Concerned about your sister?”


“No reason,” Liu Mingyan says, glancing at her phone. At the same moment, a notification pops up from ‘3SIS#3<333333,’ closely followed by a string of notifications from ‘3SIS#1!!!!!!!!’ and ‘3SIS2GOOD.’ Shang Qinghua barely makes out the phrase “THREESOME?!! NO WAY” before Liu Mingyan locks the phone and shoves it in her pocket.


“Anyways,” Liu Mingyan says. “Your chapter?”


Shang Qinghua resigns herself to suffering.




Two months later, Liu Mingyan is sorrowfully congratulating her sister at a party, the three identical sisters a short distance behind her chattering in wild excitement.


“I’m glad you’re happy,” Liu Mingyan says, genuinely, even as she scraps all her plans for the rest of her publication.


“...Thanks,” Liu Qingge says, her cheeks slightly red. Luo Binghe comes up behind her and kisses her lightly on an ear, and the color on her face darkens.


“Qingge,” Shen Qingqiu says, coming up on her other side. “Hello, Liu Mingyan.”


“Shen Qingqiu,” Liu Mingyan says, heart despairing. Where will she ever find another couple this hot? Her three friends, going wild with excitement behind her, aren’t being any help.


“We’re going to head back,” Shen Qingqiu says to Liu Qingge. “Do you want to head out with us?”


“Yes,” Liu Qingge says, and Luo Binghe gives her a small smile before leaving to get their coats.


Liu Mingyan, watching the quiet look of contentment that crosses her older sister’s face as Shen Qingqiu takes her hand…


...Can’t really find it in herself to be all that disappointed, after all.