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Lisa finds Razor patiently waiting for her when she opens the door. She is late for their lesson, and her insides absolutely clench at the memory as to why she's late. Being bent over, stretched out, and fucked within an inch of her life until the wee hours of the morning by a very energetic knight with an ungodly endurance meant that her body needed to rest. And sleep. And hydrate. Good thing for her, said knight is also very good and attentive when it comes to aftercare, and is a very capable healer.
"Good morning, Razor" she beams.
His spine straightens and his nose perks up at being addressed. His nose twitches and he cocks his head to the side, his eyes searching behind her.
"Was there someone else you were expecting?" she comments, and closes the door. His attention snaps back to her.
"N-no, Teacher. I thought...your mate." He is visibly struggling to express himself, and doesn't notice how Lisa pauses at the word 'mate', or how much it warms her up inside when she thinks of Jean.
Ah yes, his world view is somehow different, and yet so similar. She smiles, because yes, Jean is her mate, and it makes her happy that even their resident wolf-boy can acknowledge it as something like a simple fact.
"Grand Master Jean? Were you waiting for her?"
"No, Teacher. There is..Dandelion smell." His nose gives a few sniffs in the air as if to confirm, and he nods. "On you, Teacher." His brows are still crinkled, and then there's a moment of clarity on his face as if saying aha, and he looks at her, head tilted to the side.
"I smell Mighty Dandelion, I thought she here. But it's you Teacher, you have Dandelion scent. But....musky."
It takes a moment for the word to register to her brain, and when she realizes what it means, Lisa blushes so furiously that she doesn't know how to respond for a moment. She was sure that if Razor had a tail, it would be wagging trying to figure things out.
Praise the gods he doesn't understand the implications.
Lucky for her, her mind is a master at coming up with excuses.
"Yes, I might smell like her, after all, we sleep together in the same bed. And sometimes, it can get hot when sharing body heat." She swears she could hear Kaeya in her head snorting and rolling his eyes, saying 'Ha, right, sharing body heat and sleeping together in a bed my ass and not because she came inside you multiple times throughout the night.'
Razor, bless his innocent soul, seems to accept her answer, and just nods, waiting for their lesson to begin.
---
Lisa casually tells Jean of their exchange while they are preparing dinner.
"You know, Razor had a comment this morning."
"Oh?" Jean proceeds to the sink to wash the mushrooms. They have decided to cook invigoration pizza and Bolognese pasta.
"He said I smelled like you, and I quote you have Dandelion scent. But musky."
Jean groans out loud.
Lisa chuckles.
"And what did you tell him?"
"The truth."
Jean pauses in washing the mushrooms.
"That we were sleeping together."
"Lisa!" she rounds on her wife, a scandalized look on her face, to find Lisa laughing. She comes closer and puts her hands around Jean's neck, her fingers scratching at the base.
"Relax darling, I only meant we sleep on the same bed, and your scent mixed with mine."
Jean visibly sighs in relief, turning in Lisa's arms and continues washing the food.
"Lucky for us he is too innocent to connect the dots."
Lisa's hands lowers her arms to rest around her wife's waist and she nuzzles against her nape, placing a soft kiss there. She sighs in contentment, and places another, just below Jean's ear.
The reactionary shiver and the vivid blush doesn't escape Lisa's notice.
Hmmmm, someone's sensitive.
She remembers that Jean is wearing a simple button up shirt, and her initial thought of wanting to ravage her wife when she saw how handsome she looked solidifies in her mind.
"You know," she tightens her hold, pressing her front to Jean's back, "I swear I could hear Kaeya in my head laughing his annoying ass off."
Her lips have started nibbling on the outer shell of Jean's ear, the other woman flinching at the unexpected contact.
"He was saying how you came inside me multiple times." she whispers, and this time, Jean's entire body shivers. Lisa's words makes her flash back to the memory. She remembers the feeling, the warmth of Lisa's walls as they fluttered around her, squeezing her as if never to let go, how marvelous she looked on all fours ass up in the air, screaming Jean's name as she came. Her mouth starts to water but she tries to go back to the task of washing the mushrooms for dinner.
Lisa's fingers slowly come up, fiddling at the buttons one by one, while Jean tries to ignore the feeling of them coming undone. Lisa comes to the last button at the bottom, and she untucks Jean's shirt, trying to play it off as something innocent.
Now that her shirt is unbuttoned and open, Lisa takes her time grazing her fingers against the ridges of muscle on her wife's abdomen, feeling them flex under her fingers. It thrills her, how even the slightest touches could elicit such a palpable reaction from Mondstadt's leader. Said leader is valiantly trying not to show how affected she is, but then she remembers this is Lisa, and when it comes to teasing , there is no other outcome for her except to lose.
"Lisa." She admonishes, and hates how it almost comes out as a groan.
"Yes dear?" Lisa answers innocently, even as her hands travel higher, softly caressing the lines of Jean's ribcage, until her thumb is lightly brushing against the elastic of Jean's bra.
Jean almost groans, but manages to play it off as a cough.
Lisa smirks behind her.
Stubborn woman.
She lets her hands roam lower.
It will be so fulfilling when you finally stop pretending you're unaffected.
Her fingers are brushing lightly past the elastic of Jean's pants and underwear. She teasingly inserts just the tip of a finger, then withdraws as she draws lazy circles, inserting it again when she makes the circle bigger. It doesn't escape her notice that Jean has unconsciously and subtly widened her stance, her breathing growing shallow.
And then her fingers encounter a bulge, and they both gasp; Lisa in astonishment and Jean in embarrassment.
"Are you wearing the....oh, someone had plans" she teases, and her hand fully delves between Jean's legs, lightly gripping the shaft. Jean's hip gives an involuntary jerk at the contact.
It has already warmed up to Jean's body temperature, growing even warmer in Lisa's hands.
"N-no, I just nnnghh"! Jean's arches her back at the sensation of Lisa swiping her thumb at the head. She braces her hands on the sink, head hanging low between her shoulders and all thoughts of food preparation escape from her mind. Her whole body feels hot and she knows her face is just as red. Jean thinks it's a small mercy that Lisa can't see just how much she's blushing right now because she doesn't think she can handle more teasing when Lisa sees just how affected she is.
"You just what, my darling?" Lisa doesn't let up, stroking her from root to tip, carefully spreading the precum that is already trickling out. She is enjoying herself too much, seeing Jean visibly tremble at her ministrations.
"Haaa, ahhh, I, AAh! I just thought-"
"Oh, you're still thinking? Well, let me remedy that."
In one deft move Lisa has turned Jean around, pulled her pants down, and is on her knees. There is a visible wet stain on the front of Jean's underwear, and an even more visible bulge. Lisa slowly peels it down, and licks her lips at the sight that greets her. Jean's cock is twitching, slightly bobbing in anticipation and pre cum leaking out the head. Lisa's mouth waters at the thought of taking the whole thing down to the back of her throat.
"Darling, look at you," she coos, gazing up at a red-faced Jean, panting and eyes drunkenly gazing down at her.
Lisa can feel her own wetness soaking through her clothes. She starts kissing at the juncture of Jean's thighs, nipping and sucking every where except where Jean needs her the most.
"Lisa, please."
"Please what?"
She places a soft lick right at the tip, and Jean grunts, momentarily losing her train of thought.
"Please, let me fuck your mouth."
Lisa shivers at the words, and takes pity at the throbbing cock in front of her. She holds their gaze as she slowly but surely takes Jean in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Lisaaaaahh." Jean groans out the moment warmth envelops her cock. She grips hard at the marble behind her, resisting the urge to fist Lisa's hair. Her abdominal muscles contract and she wills her hips to stay put, not wanting to hurt Lisa's throat. But then it's almost like Lisa can read her mind, and she releases her with a soft pop, a gleam in her eye.
"It's OK darling, you can be rough." She takes one of Jean's hands and puts it on the back of her head, smiling like the devil.
She can feel Jean grasping her hair and slowly flexing her fingers, can feel the tension in her scalp as Jean closes her hand in a fist. She smiles up encouragingly, and she gasps when Jean suddenly gives a small tug, just enought to hurt.
"Open that pretty mouth."
Goosebumps race across her spine at the low raspy command, and she obediently opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Slowly, Jean guides her head and open mouth towards her cock, and it's only because she expected it that Lisa relaxes her throat and jaw as Jean keeps pushing until she can feel her all the way past the back of her throat. Lisa reminds herself to breathe through her nose, captivated by how Jean is looking at her.
She feels a slow tug backward and she willingly follows, letting Jean command her.
"You like this, dont you? Is this why you always get me so worked up? So I can punish you?" Jean's tone is almost accusatory, and dear gods it is doing absolute wonders to her body.
"You like it when I use you like this? Like a little whore starving for my cock?" If Lisa's mouth wasn't so full she would have whimpered. the best she can do is a high pitched moan while trying not to choke as Jean continues guiding her head back and forth.
"Hmmmmn, I thought so." and then she slowly starts to move her hips as well.
Lisa lets go, letting Jean take the reigns and by the gods if she isn't so skillful in knowing exactly how to maneuver Lisa however she wants. It is not the first time that Lisa praises whatever higher being there is of how well and quickly Jean learns when it comes to hands on skills, whether it be combat, technical things, or mastering techniques. She just simply excels, and it is one of the reasons why she quickly rose up the ranks and Varka chose her.
Soon enough, Jean's breaths are becoming labored, and she bites her lips to try and control her breathing, dangerously close to cumming.
Oh this won't do.
Lisa starts moving her head on her own, and she uses a hand to grasp the bottom of the shaft. She twists her hand up and uses the combination of her strokes and mouth to increase the tempo.
"Lisaaa," Jean groans, "hold on, slow down."
Lisa does the exact opposite and redoubles her effort, trying to push Jean to the edge.
She can feel Lisa goading her, looking up at her knowingly, and groaning loudly, trying to get her to cum.
Something in Jean snaps.
Lisa feels the grip on her hair tighten, then there is a forceful pull, enough to surprise her and bordering on the right amount of pain that it sends a shock right through her system. Her mouth is hanging open, empty and wet from her efforts. She can feel her saliva trickling down the side of her mouth.
"I know what you're trying to do," Jean is still breathing raggedly, "stop being such a brat,"she spats. Lisa is so dumbfounded but her arousal burns all the more. She has only ever heard Jean use that tone of voice when some of their recruits need an iron hand to guide them. It is all militaristic and brooks no argument, and Lisa almost has the urge to bark out a "Yes, Master Jean," like a new knight in training.
"On your feet," she uses her hold on Lisa's hair to drag her up. Lisa would be humiliated if she weren't so painfully aroused. She can feel the slick between her thighs as she gets up on shaky legs, and she knows she has made a mess on the floor. Jean notices and smirks.
"Oh you bad bad girl, look at what you did to the floor."
Again, Lisa doesn't quite know what to say, her brain wanting to soak up every moment of Jean reprimanding her, and she secretly loves how casually Jean manhandles her body without it actually hurting much.
Jean pushes her against the dining table and lifts her to sit at the edge, stepping between her legs. Her sticky center comes into contact with the hard muscles of Jean's abs and Lisa's arms instinctively goes around Jean's neck in a tight embrace, unconsciously rolling and grinding her lower body, seeking to have more friction.
"I didn't say you could do that." came Jean's warning, and she untangles the mage's arms, planting them by the table's edge.
"Keep your hands to the side, don't let go of the table."
She steps away and Lisa whines, her body trying to follow. She hand almost lets go but she is shocked to immobility when Jean bursts out.
"I said, behave!" This time, her warning comes with a hand splayed on her neck accompanied by a slight squeeze, and Jean pushes her back down against the table until she is lying down with her feet dangling by her thighs.
She's serious, Lisa can recognize that much and wonders if she's overstepped, her wife's tone letting her body follow, and she tries her best to stay still, shivering in anticipation and at the emptiness between her thighs. The hand on her neck relaxes before caressing a path down the center of her body, to her chest, to her navel, and finally stops at the mound just above where she is dripping wet.
"My dear Lisa," Jean purrs, "I wish you could see how you've soaked through you panties and stockings."
She feels Jean put her hands under her knees, then she kneads her ways down her calves, before grabbing both ankles. She slowly pushes them up, Lisa's knees folding at the action, and plants both feet by the edge of the table.
Lisa whimpers at the feeling of being spread open. Her grips against the table's edge tightens.
"Now, let's see what's got your stockings in such a wet sopping mess."
Lisa feels Jean secure a grip at the center of her stockings and then she hears a ripping sound.
This time, she gasps out loud as the feeling of cool air hits her slick folds.
Now that she is spread against nothing, she can acutely feel how wet and sticky she has become.
"I can see you pitifully clenching down there, my love."
This time, Lisa moans, Jean's words goading a new wave of fluids to slowly trickle out, pushed out by her cunt helplessly clenching and unclenching around nothing.
Jean takes a moment to compose herself, the image of Lisa's very wet cunt peeking through the rip in her stockings almost makes Jean kneel and lick.
Later, she tells herself. I have a very disobedient mage to punish first.
She steels herself, and tears her gaze away from the mouth watering sight. She glares down at her wife.
"Well now, since you don't know how to listen, I think I should make sure you're properly prepped before I deem you ready for my cock."
Lisa whimpers.
Oh fuck.
___
Lisa shouts out what must be her fourth orgasm, and from the slight smell of burning wood, she knows she has already scorched right through their dinner table, unable to fully control her electro energy once again from all the orgasms Jean has skillfully coaxed out of her. Jean withdraws her fingers and Lisa whimpers when she fully pulls them out, her insides feeling empty. She is raggedly breathing, feeling like she ran a marathon, something which she never actually did and wonders if this is what it feels like from how out of breath she is.
Jean kisses her temple, murmuring a "good girl." Lisa shivers at the praise, and especially when Jean suckles her fingers clean.
"Hmmm, you always taste divine, my love," she idly comments.
"Jean, w-wait" , but Jean pays her no heed, slowly making her way down and peppering kisses along her jaw, her shoulders, collarbones, and Lisa's body arches when Jean takes a nipple in her mouth and sucks hard.
Her body twitches when Jean twists the other nipple as she continues her treck downwards. She wants to close her legs, wanting to catch her breath, but the breadth of her wife's shoulders spreads her thighs wide open, and she is helpless as Jean starts nipping at her inner thighs.
Oh dear archons, I am not going to survive this.
Jean licks a broad stripe right down the center and groans out loud at the first taste. She lets herself enjoy the taste and smell, not having to hold back anymore. This time she eats Lisa out properly, putting her tongue to good use and she sticks it in the furthest it can go. She feels Lisa's hips give a sudden jerk, her walls tightening in pleasure, and she almost dislodges herself from Jean's mouth. Jean withdraws and gives a harsh nip at the inside of Lisa's thighs, hands coming up to hold her hips down.
"Calm down, love, behave." she admonishes, sucking another harsh warning at the juncture of Lisa's thighs.
Calm down?! CALM DOWN? How does she expect me to calm down when she's- "AhhH!" she almost yelps, barely restraining her hips from flying off the table's edge as Jean grazes her cllit with her teeth, before sealing her lips around it and sucking.
"FUCK! JEAN! OH god, ohgodohgodohgod." She is helpless as her body convulses around her wife's clever tongue, back arching off the table. It is only because Jean is holding her hips down that she cannot buck wildly, the strength in Jean's hands solid and sure, but not enough to hurt her.
She crashes back down to the table, breathless and limp. She can feel Jean giving soft kisses between her legs, going up to her pelvic bone, to her stomach, over her heart, on top of each breast, before coming to claim her lips. She brings her hand on top of Lisa's, still gripping the edge of the table, and she weaves their fingers together.
Jean breaks the kiss, glancing down at the electro marks branching out across the table.
"Good girl, I know you did your best holding on to the table." she praises, and Lisa nuzzles her face at the crook of her neck, feeling like she can breathe again.
"Oh I'm not done with you yet. I told you not to burn the table." Jean whispers in a wicked tone.
Lisa's eyes turn fearfully excited, and she can only bite back a sob.
---
She doesn't know how many times Jean has brought her to the edge only to pull back at the last moment, and it is driving her absolutely insane.
Jean has made good on her promise of punishing her. She is currently rubbing her length against Lisa's slick folds in a languorous pace. She uses the head to rub circles around but not directly at her clit. Sometimes, she teases around the opening, putting the barest of pressure, making Lisa clench in anticipation only for her to withdraw and go back to sliding between the lips.
"Jean, put it inside," she whines.
"Please, please, " she chokes out, "please get inside me, I'm ready, I promise I'm ready". She's absolutely begging at this point, and she thinks she might go crazy when she finally finally feels the pressure of the head pressing against her opening.
"Oh," she sobs in relief, "Oh Ohhhhh Jean. JeAN!" she did not expect Jean to fully slam in once the head slipped in, and she unexpectedly cums.
"Oh, look at you, shaking like a leaf and cumming when I only just entered you," Jean tsks in admonishment.
"I can't help it!," she squeaks in embarassment, covering her blushing face. She feels her hands being pried away from her face and pinned above her head.
"Now that won't do, I want to see your face when I fuck you, I wanna see the expressions you make." Jean is smiling down at her with a glint in her eye. "Let me make you feel even better."
Lisa's blush intensifies at the words, and she bites back a moan.
"Keep your hands above your head. And if you scorch the table again, I'm going to stop moving." she warns.
Lisa doesn't know how she's going to keep her powers in check when Jean is being like that.
"Understood?" Jean's tone is still harsh and promising punishment, and Lisa cannot understand why it is turning her on so much.
"Yes, Grand Master." she whispers in a mixture of awe and anticipation.
Jean pauses at being addressed by her official title. Lisa has never called her Grand Master except in official functions, but looking down at the mage, submissive and gazing up at her with lust drunk eyes, turns a swith inside her brain, and Jean smiles.
"Good girl."
---
Lisa can hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh as Jean's hips meet the back of her thighs.
"Yes, hmmmmf, fuck, you feel so good." The sheer girth of her wife filling her and hitting all the sweet spots inside her as her breasts sway to the motion of the force of Jean's thrusts is enough to make her go crazy.
"Oh are you enjoying this? You enjoy being taken like this?" Gone is the usual gentle tone of voice that Lisa has come to know is reserved especially for her. Right now, with one hand around her throat and another hand pinning her hips down to prevent her from moving, Jean's voice is accusatory, like a predator toying with its food.
"You like being used like this?"
It's not helping that Jean looks absolutely powerful and controlled above her even with her cock burried inside that everything in Lisa is just screaming at her to submit.
"Only by you, Grand Master." she breathes out, meeting her wife's gaze and holding it. For a moment, Jean's gaze softens, the I love you so very clear and loud even if it goes unspoken. It only lasts a second before her smirk is back, her grip on Lisa's throat tightening just a bit, making her all the more dizzy.
"Very good. And don't you forget it."
It is the only warning Lisa gets before she feels Jean speed up the pace.
"Jean. Jean! Yes, dont stop dont stop, keep going!"
She is drowning in pleasure at how Jean is masterfully fucking her out of her mind, and thinks she will die of pleasure, but then Jean changes her angle, moving her hips in upward thrusts that drag along her G-spot oh so perfectly everytime she thrusts in and out.
"Ohhhhh goddddd. Right there, yes, right there, fuck, oh fuck!" Lisa can feel tears stream down her her cheeks, her eyes rolling at the back of her head.
The repeated stimulation proves too much for Lisa and she cums again, her body spasming and she gasps out as her head hits the table.
She doesn't notice how Jean is tense and poised above her, lust filled eyes scanning her still trembling body. It takes Lisa a moment to realize that Jean hasn't come yet, and she feels the grip on her thighs tighten, and then she is unceremoniusly flipped around.
"Wait, Jean, I just came, I'm still senshmmmmmff-" her words are cut off as Jean places a hand under her thigh and lifts that leg up. She lines herself on Lisa's entrance and plunges in, starting a brutal pace.
"S-slow down, please." Lisa feels a hand around her throat, slowly pulling her up until she feels Jean's breath near her ear.
"No, you're gonna take it how I give it to you."
She keens and arches her back at the words, growing dizzy at the combined assault on her senses.
Jean starts moving again, varying her strokes, going from deep, to fast, then draws it out, and cycles again. Lisa can do nothing but sob in pleasure, giving her body over to be masterfully fucked by her wife. Her moans are punched out by Jean's pace, and she digs her hands through the wooden table yet again, trying to ground herself but to no avail.
And then- "Swirl."
Lisa's eyes roll back yet again at the vibrations spearing through her cunt. The electricity at her fingertips escape her, almost splitting the table in half as a surge of electro shoots out of her trembling hands. Jean doesn't even miss a beat, and continues thrusting.
"AhAhAhAhAhAh Ahhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh AH AH AAH AAAHH AAHhhh."
The hand around her throat squeezes, and Jean's grunts by her ear grow in intensity as her strokes get sloppier and uncoordinated.
"Lisa, Lisa, fuck, fuck, you're such a good girl, yes, like that, just take me," Jean grunts in encouragement when she feels Lisa's walls flutter around her.
Lisa reaches around her, trying to grasp at any part of Jean's back or thighs that she can. A hand snakes down to her clit, rubbing practiced circles and Lisa is gone.
Her vision goes white for a second before it darkens, and a scream bursts out of her mouth from the intensity of her orgasm.
"AAAAHHH JEANNNNNNN!!!"
Somehow, she is aware that her whole body is shaking, electro power dancing across her skin and fingertips and she claws at Jean's back, trying to find an outlet from the pleasure that is drowning her.
"YES, YES! Cum in me! Give me your cum Jean! BREED ME."
Finally, she feels Jean bottom out one last time before she groans loud and long. At the feeling of hot liquid spurting inside her, Lisa cums again. She can feel her wife twitching inside of her, still pumping out her essence and spurting more liquid.
"Ohhhh gods," Lisa groans, "So much, you-you're cumming so much. Hmmmmmmmff."
Jean uses the hand around Lisa's throat to turn her face sideways and kisses her,a deep and slow kiss that extends her orgasm. She gasps out when the last of the aftershocks hit her, and her body gives out, her arms sliding off and falling to the sides. Jean catches her body, supporting her by her waist and holding her close. They are still both very much panting, bodies covered in sweat.
Jean is still burried in her, but even with the tight fit, some of their combined juices are still leaking out, dripping down to the floor.
Jean hooks her foot at a nearby chair, and she sits then both down with Lisa loose bodied on top of her. Lisa's head rolls back to rest on her wife's shoulder, and Jean sweetly kisses her sweaty temple.
It takes time for the both of them to get their strength back and breathing under control.
"I do hope you've worked out an appetite."
Lisa lightly smacks her wife at the joke.
"I don't think I can move." she groans. "I just want to cuddle, please."
Thinking that she's put her wife through enough torture, Jean carefully lifts Lisa up by the back of her knees, still keeping her in front and keeping them connected. She slowly lays both of them down at their bed, drawing a blanket over them and letting exhaustion settle in, mushrooms and dinner all but forgotten.
--
Jean is already awake and watching her when Lisa finally blinks her eyes open.
"Hello, beautiful." she whispers, her voice still hoarse from being abused and screaming all night.
Jean smiles, a slow and lazy quirk of her lips before she presses a soft kiss on her wife's lips.
"Good morning, miss more-beautiful." she presses another kiss on Lisa's nose. "How are you feeling?"
"Hmmm, like a very powerful and aggressive knight just had her way with me over and over."
Jean crinkles her nose at her response, and Lisa laughs.
"Alas, said knight must attend to her duties," Jean groans, giving Lisa a peck before sitting up.
She turns around , stretching her arms up over her head, wincing at the sharp sting.
"Oh my gods, Jean!"
She turns back in question, and sees Lisa with her hand on her mouth. She looks over her shoulder and sees the angry red scratch marks and electro burns on her back.
"Oh, I didn't think they'd be that bad." she placates her wife. "I think I deserved it though, and I think it's proof how much you enjoyed it last night." she teases. Lisa promptly blushes and throws a pillow at her wife's laughing face.
"Urgh, seriously though, let me brew something for my throat and some salve for your back."
___
Razor eventually gets used to smelling Jean in the room for their next lessons. until one day, he goes silent mid lesson, and his nose sniffs the air.
Lisa turns to look at the door, expecting someone to come in if Razor is scenting someone else.
"Razor?"
His eyes snap to her, embarrassed to have been caught, and fearful of his punishment for interrupting.
"Is someone coming?"
"No Teacher, not outside. Here."
His brows scrunch together in concentration, trying to find the words to explain to his mentor that he has been smelling a vague scent, but couldn't put his nose to it, so to speak. He turns his gaze to her, Lisa looking just as confused as he is. He suddenly stands and leans closer to her, sniffing her body, and it takes all of Lisa's willpower not to zap her student right there.
"Razor, you're a bit young for me cutie." she teases instead. His focus doesn't break, and he is intensely looking at her, the wheels in his head turning. Slowly, his expression changes as he dawns on a realization.
"TEACHER!" He jumps back, looking so very excited and happy that Lisa feels whiplash from his expression a moment ago. He starts pacing, and comes to a stop, rocking on the balls of his feet.
"Lupical!" he exclaims excitedly, throwing his arms out in an excited gesture.
"Lupical?"
He nods like an excited puppy.
"Razor, what-". She knows lupical means family in the Wolvendom, but cannot understand her student.
"Lupical!" he exclaims again, and then he pats his abdomen. "Teacher, lupical."
"Lupi- oh...oh." her eyes water, Razor's widely grinning face starting to blur and she finally understands.
Her hand immediately goes to her stomach, still flat, but now harboring a new life. Her other hand goes to her mouth, trying to stop a sob from coming out but it comes out anyway.
"Oh." She can feel her knees growing weak, and she sinks to the floor.
"Teacher!" Razor is immediately by her side, looking distressed.
"Where hurt?" he looks like he's about to cry himself and Lisa laughs weakly.
"I'm alright, Razor."
"But, but cry!" he still doesn't look convinced, looking distraught and not knowing what to do and starts whining in distress.
"No, cutie, these are tears of joy." she reaches out and hugs him. He initially stiffens, then his arms slowly come up to hug her.
He holds her for a while, scared stiff but more terrified if she starts crying again.
"Teacher want Dandelion?" he asks, when she has calmed down. She chuckles in reply, recognizing what he wants to say. Do you want me to get Grand Master Jean for you?
"No, it's all right cutie." she disentangles herself from him, and he awkwardly helps her up.
"Tell you what, why don't we call it a day, and you can go hang out with whoever you want."
His eyes go wide in disbelief, and he starts shuffling on his feet. "Benny?"
She smiles, patting and ruffling his hair. "Yes, sure, Bennett. But do be careful aaand ther he goes." He is immediately on all fours and bounding out the door, no doubt in search for Bennett. Lisa watches him go, and she takes a deep breath, her gaze going down to her stomach.
Lupical. Family.
A wave of happiness washes over her, her heart filled to bursting. She brushes the last few tears at the corner of her eyes.
Now how to tell Jean?
___
Lisa comes into Jean's office later in the day. She has gone through so many scenarios in her head of how to tell Jean, but one look at her wife smiling up from her pile of documents upon seeing her enter the door has her in immediate tears.
Jean is already out of her chair and reaching for her.
"Lisa?" she quickly scans her wife up and down, looking for signs of injury.
She holds Lisa by the shoulders and she sits them down the sofa.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Lisa is still overwhelmed, trying to choke back her sobs.
"R-Razor. He said-" hic, "he said-" she couldn't get her words out.
"Razor?" Jean considers child murder for a moment.
"He said Lupical, Jean." Lisa breaks into a fresh wave of sobs and buries her face in her wife's throat.
Jean, meanwhile, just silently hugs back, the wheels in her very confused mind turning.
"Family? I thought he already considered us part of his Lupical?"
She feels Lisa laugh,
"Oh, Jean." She takes one of Jean's hands, and lays it at her her stomach.
It takes a moment, and when Jean finally connects the dots, tears spring into her eyes.
"Oh. Lupical. Oh." She joins Lisa in sobbing happy tears, the both of them holding on to each other.
"It worked." she whispers in awe, still not quite believing it,
"Yes, yes it did." Lisa chuckles, and kisses her through tears.
___
Lisa has been trying to find the best way to break the news out to everyone, but Kaeya finds out first.
He barges in the Library after two days and glares at her accusingly.
"Bennet said something interesting during one of our trainings," he says as a greeting.
Much like Lisa with Razor, Kaeya has decided to give Bennet some sword fighting lessons when he spotted the unlucky adventurer one day during morning practice hiding in the shadows and trying to copy Kaeya's swings and style. Bennet looked terrifed when he saw Kaeya approaching, warning him I don't want Captain Kaeya getting struck with lightning or some other bad luck because of me, and Kaeya simply smirked with a my skills can dodge your bad luck, with all the confidence that only Kaeya Alberich can pull off.
"Oh?" Lisa is wary of where the conversation is going, especially with the way Kaeya looks like he wants to laugh but is disgusted as the same time.
"Mhmm ,imagine my surprise when he said his wolfboy friend said he could... smell you," he wisely omits the part where Bennet retells Razor's story word for word about how Teacher Lisa had musky Dandelion smell.
" And that's how he knew you were pregnant." Lisa at least had the decency to look guilty.
"I had to find out from Bennet? Really Lisa?"
Lisa lets go of the breath she's been holding since the word "smell", and feels a bit guilty at her best friend's affronted expression.
"I only just found out myself, silly. I just told Jean yesterday, and no one else knows except for Razor....and Bennet...and now you."
It mollifies him a bit, but his pout still remains.
"Oh knock it off, I'll make you and Albedo first on the list of Godfathers."
And just like that he is beaming, and his one eye slides down to her stomach.
"I am going to spoil that child rotten."
She returns his smile.
"I have no doubt you will."