:China x Reader:
“The rain’s falling down hard,”
“Yeah,” you take your eyes off the TV screen momentarily to glance at the window. The rapid pitter-patter of rain hitting asphalt sounds like a low buzz to your ears and you blink seconds before a bolt of lightning brightens the darkened sky in a bright flash. The high pitched crescendo of the tea kettle follows the muffled cacophony but it too ceases immediately as Yao shuts off the gas stove and prepares the tea in a ceramic teapot. “—but I like the sound of rain. It’s relaxing.”
You could hear Yao let out a soft chuckle at your comment as he shuffles towards the table you were seated in front of and places the tea tray before taking a seat beside you. “You’re adorable, (Name). Did you know that?” You blow out your cheeks in mock anger and Yao allows himself to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close, squeezing slightly in affection. You nuzzle lovingly against him momentarily but abruptly pull away to reach for the tea cup he had already poured out. You notice that the tea was light golden in color and had a subtle but sweet fragrance that you immediately develop an idea on what the type Yao provided for you. Years of tasting tea alongside your boyfriend had made you appreciate the warm beverage just as much as he did, and the experience left you a veteran at identifying the teas. A small sip was all it took to take in the deep and rich flavor and finally confirm your suspicions.
“It’s Oolong, isn’t it?” you muse slowly and Yao gives a small approving hum before taking a sip from his cup. “It’s delicious.”
“I’m glad,” he murmurs and sets the cup down before he presses his cheek atop your head. “Oolong’s nice for late rainy afternoons.”
“I agree,” you finish the remaining of your cup and set it aside to lean back against him and snuggle closer. You could feel his chest heave from the deep but slow sigh escaping from his lips and you couldn’t help but crack a small content smile. It is rare moments like these that the two of you cherish immensely—captured in each other’s embrace and relaxing and breathing without the need to break away and worry about doing something.
Amidst the dim lights, the low humming of the television screen, and the faint drops of rain hitting the windowpane, you find yourself getting drowsy. Yao’s warmth wraps around you like a comfortable blanket while the slow rise and fall of his chest becomes the lulling metronome that cannot resist the call for sleep. The Chinese man must have noticed you were nearing sleep for he couldn’t stop himself from smiling warmly at the sight. He adjusts you ever so gently so that your head is resting on his lap and tucks a small fleece blanket over you.
No words need to be said; no noise is further needed except for the gentle strokes of Yao’s fingers gliding slowly against the curve of your shoulders and through the strands of your hair. You sigh in content from the ministrations as you feel your eyelids grow heavy and droop shut slowly to welcome the lure of sleep. Yao chuckles then—a soft rumble of thunder—and he shifts ever so gently so that he could keep the spell of comfort and bliss lingering for just a little bit more.
As the hours continue to tick away, the soft plip-plopping of the raindrops eventually cease and the room is left humming with white noise. But the spell of comfort still lingers in the room where the two of you are intertwined on the couch in a slow mingle of breaths and curling limbs. Yes, as long you and Yao stay together; the two of you would remain in this perfect world of cozy splendor until first rays of dawn peak from the horizon and welcome the coming of another day.