It's been about five minutes and you still couldn't fall asleep. Not only was your mind plagued with endless thoughts about the Traveller's whereabouts, but a certain Fatui Harbinger was keeping you awake too.

He was speaking to you quite casually as if you were a friend of his. Yet, touching your body as if you were his lover instead. He didn't go any boundaries that made you uncomfortable; then again, you only allowed him since he is your superior after all.

Like a needy kid, Scaramouche was getting quite close to the back of your neck, his nose almost grazing your skin. Not to mention, one of his wandering hands kept crawling up and down your back, you didn't know where the other one was. Still, you just let it happen and tried your best not to let your voice out.

"Can't sleep?" He asked but it sounded more like a statement. "I suppose being in this tight space with another person isn't best at a time like this. I can't find a comfortable place to put my arms other than around you."

"I agree, sir..." You sighed timidly. "My legs... If I try to move them even the slightest, I might accidentally entangle them with yours..."

Scaramouche hummed in mild amusement, "You think I don't like playing footsies under the blankets?"

"Ah...!" You gasped in surprise when you felt his foot caress your heel. Then, you realized the sound you made and got a hundred times embarrassed. Nothing would have prepared you for the night to end up something like this! "Sir... Don't do that..."

"What, this?" His foot touched yours again, making you shy away. He let out an airy laugh and continued to tease you, rubbing your ankle this time. "C'mon, haven't you played footsies when you were little?"

This was such a nightmarish situation...! It was enough to make you shove your face into the pillow and squeal out of uneasiness.

"What a pleasant reaction from someone as serious as you, [Y/N]..." Scaramouche's voice suddenly became lower as he breathed out. "Answer me. If you were to get captured by, let's say, the Millelith... And they touched you like this..."

You tensed up when something slithered under your shirt, your skin was trembling with goosebumps rising up as if they were leaving a trail. His hand went higher up your stomach, almost to the point of it reaching a risque part of your body.

"Would you just allow them?"

You lifted your head from the pillow, "No...! Of course not!"

"Then, why aren't you fighting back?" He scolded. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't allow lowlife men to even look at you the wrong way. What are you going to do? If you don't stop me, I'll go further."

You hid your face again since you didn't have an immediate answer, withering in embarrassment as your cheeks became warmer by the second. He blew hot air against your ear, you can hear the pace of his breathing pick up a little bit. The young man chuckled a little when he heard you whimper in discomfort.

"Just kidding." Scaramouche retreated his hand. "It's fun to tease you."

You were finally released from his grabby hands and you felt like you were finally able to breathe again. The thing that scared you the most was the heavy thumping you were feeling in your chest. Your heart has been aching this whole time, it was almost concerning. Maybe you should go to the pharmacy to have yourself checked out.

"Did I make you flustered?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Is it not obvious, sir...?"

"I was only pulling a prank on you."

His jokes were just cruel, as you could see, you were a victim of them. That sense of humour of his is somewhat twisted. His horrible 'jokes' weren't limited to Childe or the other Fatui Agents.

But, Scaramouche is a man, after all, there must be some sort of reason behind his actions. And him being your boss, you wouldn't really have a choice going against those activities.

If he ever wanted to take out his stress on you, it would be unlikely that you would have the option to say no.

"Are you angry with me?"

"No sir..."

He scoffed, "Are you lying, [Y/N]?"

"No sir," You responded genuinely.

"You're too nice for your own good, it completely contrasts your personality whenever you are interrogating targets." Scaramouche's voice went into a whisper. "It's a little endearing..."

A moment of silence passed by until the man beside you shuffled closer, changing the subject.

"What if I told you, I have a surprise for you back in Snezhnaya?" His sudden declaration made you interested in his offer.

"I would be very grateful, sir." You replied.

Scaramouche mocked you a little, "Aren't you curious about it?"

"I am." You nodded.

"You're not asking me what it is."

After a few seconds of processing what he said, you raised an eyebrow, "If I know what it is, then it's not going to be a surprise, my Lord..."

Once again, the tent was surrounded with silence. The young man had a look of mild annoyance on his face as he stared with heated eyes at the back of your head. You felt like you said something that offended him, but your superior just brushed it off.

"I sent a request for the blacksmith to manufacture your very own, newly forged rifle!" Scaramouche exclaimed, patting your arm to excite you. "It will be one of a kind, made out of the thought of your fighting style."

"Really...?" Turning over, you glanced at the young man in disbelief.

"Yes, you don't believe me?"

You quickly shook your head to dismiss his assumption.

"It looks similar to the guns held by the Pyro-Slinger Bracers' but it's even better. I know what you like: quick reload, lightweight, flexible, and deadly." He grinned. "Of course instead of Pyro, it shoots out pure Cryo energy without the need of a full tank. Isn't that impressive? You can finally let your body relax for once."

You were astounded, daydreaming about the weapon, "Wow..."

"All the Skirmishers will be so jealous when they see you wielding your new weapon," Scaramouche hinted.

"I'm excited, sir...!"

He enjoyed hearing your words, "What else would you like? I can get them to carve your name into the barrel."

"Please, my Lord, it's more than enough...!" You didn't want to add more to the workload.

"What do you say?" He hummed intriguingly.

"Thank you...! Very much...!" You calmed yourself before you lost control over your excitement. "I have no words, sir. I'm so thankful that I'm working under a kind person like you... But why are you doing this?"

"That's an easy answer: I saved up enough Mora to spoil you."

"You spent Mora on me? But, my spray guns are working just fine and you don't owe me anything, I'm serving you freely."

"Rumor has it that the recruits don't exactly like me." Scaramouche chuckled quite cheerlessly. "I'm unliked by most of the agents... we just can't get along. I figured that, gifting you a brand new weapon would drive away my thoughts of you being like those people."

"What...?" You gasped. "I don't hate you, sir, and I never will...!"

"There's that lip service again." He tapped his mouth with a finger. "You know what happens now."

You raised an eyebrow when he suddenly changed the subject, he was staring at you with half-lidded eyes. When he saw that you weren't moving a muscle, Scaramouche groaned and waved his hand in the air to dismiss what he said.

"I thought we had an inside joke together." He was caught between an angry sneer and a smirk.

"I'm very slow with jokes, my Lord." You admitted.

His nose crinkled at your words as he chuckled, "What a cute, yet flimsy, excuse."

"I believe that you and I have different senses of humour."

"Ha!" He suddenly laughed sharply. "Why are you acting so adorable all of a sudden?!"

You glanced to the side out of confusion.

"I don't know if I should be annoyed or charmed by your naivety! Ahaha!"

His laughter made you start to giggle as well, more awkwardly giggle but you were starting to feel the tension in the tent go away. Apparently making fun of your innocence was entertaining for him, Scaramouche was clutching his stomach from his uncontrollable laughing.

After a few seconds, he relaxed again with a tired smile on his face. The young man stared straight ahead as if he were stargazing, there was a hint of colour on his cheeks. It was a treat to see him in a happy mood.

His grin slowly went away as he cleared his throat, returning back to his 'professional' attitude.

"The rainstorms in Liyue are humid, don't you think?" Scaramouche commented, using a finger to tug at his collar. "It's getting a little hot in here."

"I can let out some frost from my tank?" You offered, feeling the young man press up against you.

"No... I just think your body is naturally cold. It makes me want to hold you." He said confidently, turning on his side to fully face you, his fingers walking up and down your arm teasingly. "See, you're as cold as ice."

"I'm afraid I disagree, sir... My body is feeling hot too..."

"Oh," He reacted eagerly to what you said. "Watch your words, you're making me get the wrong idea. I have to be the responsible one here."

"I mean... If you want to hold me, I wouldn't mind."

"I'm allowed?"

"Yessir, do whatever you like."

Scaramouche stared at you for a few seconds before ultimately entering your personal space, well, further than before. He groaned in satisfaction as he rested his chin on your shoulder blade, pressing his cheek against the coldness of your nape. You felt his legs support the back of your thighs and lower abdomen align with your behind, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Finally, his arms slithered under yours, pulling you into a spooning position with you as the smaller one. Like a sloth on a tree, it was good enough to drift off to sleep. Your body was tense before relaxing in Scaramouche's embrace, you were basically cocooned between his arms and chest.

"Have you done this with other men?" He muttered.

"No..." You replied breathlessly. "Why are you asking?"

Swiftly, Scaramouche reached over your head and touched the lantern.

"Goodnight." He killed the light, leaving both of you in darkness. Your question was still unanswered but you didn't want to pry anymore than you already were.

The tent was quiet for the hundredth time tonight. The pitter-patter of the rain and beating of your heart was echoing in your brain. Your mind was getting a little foggy, not because you were sleepy, but because of this sweet smell that was suddenly filling up your nose.

Your superior... Smelt good. A little metallic from the pins on his outfit but vanilla from his clothes. You wondered has he always smelled this nice? The more you thought about it, the more embarrassed you became. You tried to take him off your mind but you just couldn't, you could feel something warm bubbling up from inside of you.

Honestly, you tried closing your eyes to go to sleep but it was unsatisfactory. A part of you was screaming at how inappropriate this was. His hand rested comfortably on your waist. Your back was against his chest. You could almost feel him breathing and you unconsciously tried to match the same pace as him.

I need to think about something else! Where could the Traveller be? Why does it rain so much in Liyue? Also, what does the Traveller even look like? I miss Snezhnaya. Are his hands going lower?! No, just imagined it... Why do I feel tingly?

Scaramouche was restless, you can feel him moving then stopping then moving again. It seemed like he was trying to find a more comfortable position or he wanted to get up? You couldn't tell. You just laid there, fully awake, swallowed by darkness, embracing body warmth.

Finally, Scaramouche made up his mind.

He propped himself up and took your chin gently, turning your head back to him. Scaramouche leaned down slowly and kissed your lips delicately as if he was concerned about breaking you.

You can hear the line between boss and subordinate breaking into a million pieces, there was nothing holding any of you back anymore. It felt good to finally admit those feelings you've kept hidden from him. These sincere actions were explaining the whole story; you've never kissed or ever been kissed by someone like this.

Scaramouche elegantly made his way on top of you, pinning you to the mattress to keep you from running away. His actions surprised you, but you didn't fight back. You allowed it. You hated to admit that you liked it too. And you didn't want to ask why he was doing this.

It was a good thing the darkness covered your flushed face. But you wanted to see what kind of expression he was making. What pushed him to do this? Was he restless because he was debating whether or not he was going to kiss you? His lips were softer than you thought. Your mind was going everywhere at the moment.

Then, Scaramouche separated from you, although he was only inches away it felt further than ever. But you didn't want it to end. Without thinking, you tugged on his sleeve to pull him back down, almost begging him to do it all over again.

A hand cupped your jaw to keep you still and you whimpered a little when his fingers pressed harder. Your lips parted open as you shakily let your voice out as a way to attempt to calm yourself. You felt his breath as he inhaled through his mouth, ducking back down.

Then, he kissed you again, moving his lips to entice you to do the same. He let out a deep sigh when you pressed closer to him, by now your arm was slowly wrapping around his shoulders. As your chests were smothered together, all you could do was melt into his embrace.

Something slid into your mouth, making you gasp against his lips. Soon, he repositioned himself directly on top, taking the lead and pushing your legs apart with his knee. When you tried to think about something else, nothing came into your mind. Your thoughts were just full of him and it was starting to get overwhelming.

The shuffling of the futon and soft moans were the only sounds coming out of the tent, if anyone were to pass by, they would quickly leave the scene. It felt wrong, but you just couldn't fight it. You wanted to understand Scaramouche's feelings, they were so complicated and hidden to the human eye. For some reason, he had some secrets kept from you because they were about you.

It was a surprise to you that the Sixth Fatui Harbinger was kissing you so lovingly. It felt like he was holding it in for so long. The way he gently handled your body, touched your face, and put life into his kisses... It was emotional.

The time came when your lips detached from one another's, a thin trail of saliva keeping the connection before slowly breaking in half. A sigh of disbelief made your body tremble, you just stared straight ahead in complete shock.

After he separated, Scaramouche laid back down and said nothing.

You returned to your resting position from before, touching your lips with shaky fingers as the memory kept replaying in your head. As much as you wanted to squeal like a little school girl in front of her crush, you were mature enough to just let out a deep breath.

And the night ended just like that.

"Why didn't you enlist as a Cryo Cicin Mage?" Scaramouche asked, completely intrigued. "I would've liked to see you in the uniform."

"In boot camp, I found that I was more skilled with using firearms than handling those insects - I mean, Cicins..." You sighed and finally confessed. "I couldn't control the Cicins very well..."

"I still would've recruited you."

"Thank you, sir..."

"On a more serious note," He had that evil smile on his face. "If I had someone tailor you the uniform, would you wear it?"

"..."