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Ganyu's fingers dance swiftly over the finely carved Cor Lapis beads of her abacus. "Factoring the number of carts prepared, the laborers hired, and the cost of Mora for both, we should be able to transport the Sandbearer Wood necessary for the construction of the new wing of Shenglu Hall in… five days." Finished, she draws her gloved hand across the beads to reset the tool for her next calculation.
In the two thousand years since she took up her post as the general secretary to the Liyue Qixing, Ganyu has done countless calculations to elucidate the matters they assign her. In that time she has learned to use the abacus with unparalleled efficiency, hands moving almost as if by instinct. Setting the beads for her next problem, she continues, "And as for the Noctilucous Jade from the Chasm we—Keqing, are you feeling unwell?" Ganyu realizes abruptly that her wife and long-time co-worker has gone uncharacteristically quiet, not even acknowledging her last conclusion, when she would usually have several follow-up questions. The face of the woman seated beside her is flushed, with a distant look in her eyes, and Ganyu raises a hand to her forehead to check for fever.
Keqing starts at the touch, then leans into it. "I'm fine it's just. You do the calculations with that so quickly and the way you move your hands it's… it's a lot to take in." She blushes deeper with embarrassment and arousal.
Ganyu's face brightens with understanding and she lets out a soft "Oh," before blushing nearly as deeply herself, face, ears, and shoulders all going pink. She drops her face into her hands in embarrassment, but a small, pleased smile is still visible between her wrists. "Why didn't you say anything? If I was… exciting you?"
"You already know I always want you," Keqing says matter-of-factly. "It's just, some things make me want you more than usual." She extricates one arm from where they are crossed at her chest and attempts an unconvincingly flippant wave. "And anyways, we really need to finish this report. It has to be reviewed by Ningguang to ensure the plan adheres to all labor and commerce laws before I can bring it before the entire Qixing for a vote."
At Keqing’s admission, Ganyu raises her head and lifts a hand to cup her cheek, her purple and orange eyes sharp and alight with interest, ignoring the feeble attempt to redirect the conversation back to work. She can feel the heat of the blush still spread across her cheeks, even through the fabric of her gloves and that sensation alone sets Ganyu’s blood on fire. Her fingers dig into the side of Keqing's neck and she strokes below her eye with her thumb. With her other hand, she draws the Yuheng out of her own seat and onto her lap in the chair beside it, eyes transfixed on hers. "I always want you too."
No matter how many times it happens, the sudden intensity Ganyu displays when they are intimate never fails to make Keqing's head swim and her heart seize. She leans in for a kiss and revels in the ardor of her response. Keqing runs her hand through Ganyu's hair, fingers brushing lightly against her horns in a manner that could almost be excused as accidental, were the other woman not fully aware of just how well her wife knows her body.
The touch makes Ganyu gasp and pull away. "That's not fair."
"And the things you do with your hands are?" Keqing smirks, proud to have riled up the half qilin so easily.
"Mmm. You have a point." She takes one of Keqing's hands into her own, intertwining their fingers. "Tell me, what is it about the things I do with my hands that excites you so?"
Looking down at their joined fingers, still not truly touching between two pairs of gloves, Keqing swallows."I like how nimble they are. I like when you use them to do calculations or craft a bow and make such complex work look easy. The way you move your fingers so quickly and precisely, without any mistakes, makes me think of how it feels when you touch me with them."
As Keqing speaks, the hunger in Ganyu's eyes has risen from a spark into a fierce blaze. She raises their joined hands and presses a kiss to the back of Keqing's. "Would you like me to touch you with them now?"
"Yes. But no gloves. I want to feel your skin." Ganyu makes to remove her gloves, but Keqing catches her wrist and stops her. "Let me?" When Ganyu nods her assent, she slowly peels off the gloves from one hand, then the other. Keqing approaches her task with painstaking care, treating Ganyu's body with the reverence she would a precious, irreplaceable relic.
Once both are bare, Keqing quickly divests herself of her own gloves then turns her attention back to Ganyu. She takes one hand in her own, feeling the smooth skin and the elegant curve of her fingers before turning it over and pressing her lips to the callused palm. She draws Ganyu’s first two fingers into her mouth and sucks gently, humming softly in pleasure at the sensation of the pad of her fingers against her tongue. Below her, Ganyu whimpers.
When Keqing releases her fingers with a soft pop, Ganyu pulls her down and kisses her with even more fervor than before, one hand at the back of her neck and the other on her ass. Keqing gasps at her enthusiasm and the sensation of the hand firmly on her rear, so close to where she wants to be touched. "Ganyu, please!"
Ganyu pulls away and glances between the closed door on the opposite side of the office. The woman perched on her hips quickly ascertains her reservations. "Nobody at Yuehai Pavilion would dare enter the office of any of the Qixing without knocking first. And if they did, I daresay there must be a much bigger emergency on their hands than the Yuheng enjoying the company of her wife." At the permission, Ganyu snakes her hand around to Keqing’s inner thigh, fingernails dragging against the skin through the thin fabric of her tights, and cups her hand at the juncture of her legs.
Keqing squirms in her lap, clearly running out of patience, but Ganyu intends to take her time. "Hm, you really weren't kidding earlier. You're so hot down here and I haven't even touched you yet. Does watching my hands as I do calculations really turn you on that much?" She punctuates the question by drumming her fingers lightly, providing only the barest stimulation through two layers of fabric, and raises an expectant eyebrow. Keqing simply nods mutely. "What do you want me to do with my hands?"
"I want you to touch me." Keqing raises her chin defiantly.
Ganyu clicks her tongue at the bare bones answer. "Touch you where, ma'am?"
Keqing glares, but, without missing a beat, says, "I want you to touch my pussy."
"I can follow your orders down to the last detail, but I need you to be specific." Her voice is serious and steady, as if she had asked for instruction on a land jurisdiction matter, not the precise way Keqing wants to be fucked, but her eyes glisten with mirth.
Keqing growls with frustration at being denied what she wants—what she needs —but from the way her flush deepens even further, it's clear she is enjoying Ganyu's little game. She wrenches her eyes shut and inhales deeply, hips canting lightly against the hand between her thighs all the while. When she exhales and opens eyes again, there is a sharp and serious glint to her eyes. And when she speaks it is not with the voice of Ganyu's beloved wife, teased to her limits and desperate for release, but of the bold and relentless Yuheng, meting out orders with an absolute expectation that they will be adhered to the letter. "Ganyu, I need you to move your hand under my tights and underwear. I need you to put your fingers inside my cunt and your thumb on my clit. And I need you to fuck me until I climax, right here in my office."
"As you command, Lady Yuheng." Ganyu looks immensely pleased with herself, then slips her hand beneath the waistband of Keqing’s tights. She runs two fingers through Keqing's slit, pulse quickening at the ample evidence of her arousal. "You weren't exaggerating earlier. All this, just from some fantasies about my hands?"
With the sternest look she can muster, Keqing retorts in a quavering voice, "I g—gave you instructions. Impeccable efficiency and obedience is expected if you wish to remain as a secretary to the Qi—" She breaks off with a low moan as Ganyu slips in her first two fingers without warning. After so much waiting the stretch is overwhelming, but the fingers enter easily with how aroused she is.
"Am I doing better, ma'am?" When Keqing's only response is to keen against Ganyu's shoulder as she pumps in and out of her, Ganyu presses further. "Please, ma'am, I need your evaluation of my performance so I can better carry out your wishes in the future."
Keqing attempts another stern look, but this time the expression she manages is more pleading than anything else. Still, the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing is nothing if not determined and answers the question. "Better, but—" she gasps as her wife thrusts into her at an angle she particularly likes. Composing herself as best she can, she continues. "But I recall—ah! Recall that I asked you to 'put your fingers inside my cunt and your thumb on my clit.' You've left the task unfinished." Keqing looks smug at successfully articulating the statement, even as Ganyu attends to her pussy unceasingly.
"Ah! Forgive me. I don't know how I could have overlooked that. I shall rectify it immediately." The smile that accompanies the apology is thoroughly unrepentant, but Ganyu is true to her word and finally brings her thumb to Keqing's clit, and Keqing's smug expression melts away, replaced by one of absolute bliss.
Pleased by the reaction, Ganyu draws Keqing in closer and kisses her, angling her fingers inside her in precisely the way she knows she likes. "You're beautiful like this, when you lose yourself to me. Makes me feel so good to know that I'm the only one who can turn your attention away from work like this. To know that when you turn this report in late to Ningguang with a flimsy excuse, the only thing you'll be able to think about is me. My hand, between your legs, touching you in just the right way to make you fall apart." The words elicit a reedy, broken whine.
Ganyu can tell that Keqing is close—from the flush that has crept down her neck and the way she rocks her hips against Ganyu's hand in search of more pressure against her clit, tell-tale signs she knows all too well. "Just a—just a bit more," Keqing gasps, grinding herself even more frantically against her hand. Ganyu redoubles her efforts and presses her thumb harder against her clit, obediently acquiescing to her desires.
It takes only a few more thrusts before Keqing's entire body locks up and her hips jerk. Ganyu revels in the sensation of the contractions around her fingers, and diligently works her through her orgasm. When it subsides, Keqing collapses against her, exhausted. They stay like that for several seconds, just enjoying the other's proximity, before Ganyu withdraws her hand.
"How did I do your eminence? Was my… performance review to your satisfaction?" Looking at her sweaty, sated wife, still shivering in her lap, Ganyu can't help but follow up the words by pressing her lips to Keqing's forehead.
Keqing pulls away, rolling her eyes at Ganyu's use of the flowery title. "You are incorrigible," she says weakly, but her glassy-eyed, satisfied smile is all the answer Ganyu needs.
She pulls Keqing in closer and presses another kiss to her forehead. "I'll take that as a yes."
Keqing lies panting in her wife's arms, head resting on her shoulder, and can barely muster the energy to move. Ganyu rubs soft, soothing circles on her back. When her breathing evens out after a few minutes of comfortable silence, she lifts her head to look Ganyu in the eyes. "Do you need…?" She trails off, the meaning of the unfinished question apparent.
Ganyu hums softly and shakes her head, ignoring the ache between her thighs. "I'll be okay. We really do need to finish that report soon. I want to get home by nightfall. And besides," she raises the hand she had used to attend to Keqing's needs, fingers still glistening with her slick, "you've given me plenty of reasons to feel confident that I'm more than good enough with my hands for the both of us."
