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The sun came over the hills. Gu Mang was sitting by the window, his profile a lonely silhouette against the dawn breaking.
Mo Xi watched as the dusty blues and pinks crept across Gu Mang’s nose and brow and the bow of his lips. Then the sun came over the hills. The pale white light of morning washed over Gu Mang’s face, cleansing it, turning it toward the bed where Mo Xi had just awoken.
“You’re awake,” Gu Mang said. When he wasn’t smiling, his face was handsome and elegant. It was rare now to see his mouth not open, not curved up, not saying something ridiculous and endearing. But in these early mornings after everything, sometimes he’d let his face relax and gentle into something less than pretending to be okay.
Mo Xi couldn’t bear not to be kissing him. He couldn’t bear the few meters of distance between them.
“Princess,” added Gu Mang, and his mouth split into that familiar grin, canine tooth peeking out from his lip.
If he was less awkward, if he knew how to use his words more, Mo Xi might flirt back, might tell Gu Mang I like you just to say it. But the easiest thing for him was to scoot across the bed and reach out an arm to tug Gu Mang from the chair by the window into the sheets.
Gu Mang arched a judgmental brow. “Thirty minutes until we have to go teach class, and you want to fool around now? I mean, if you want to I want to, but…”
Mo Xi rolled his eyes. “I just wanted to hold you a little longer,” he said quietly, and rolled them over so he could spoon Gu Mang properly. He pressed a kiss to Gu Mang’s shoulder, right where his sleeping robe met the freckled skin underneath.
“Oh no,” whined Gu Mang under his breath. “The little princess has learned how to flirt. How will the great general survive!”
It was easy to ignore Gu Mang’s taunts when Mo Xi was warm and content and could feel the press of every inch of Gu Mang’s body against his. He pushed the hard shell of his knees against the tender backs of Gu Mang’s knees, and was happy.