“Can you lift your arms for me?” he asks, so tenderly it makes her breath catch. Qin Su lifts her arms. Wen Ning cups her elbows, lifting and rotating until he has her where he wants her. He slides one of his feet forward, uses the inside of his thigh to nudge her legs until she shifts her feet closer together. The grip on her elbows slides out to her wrists, holding her steady as he moves her, until she’s standing with her arms straight out from her side.
“Good,” Wen Ning says, and then, quieter, with just a hint of a laugh on his voice, “T-pose.”
A The Untamed fanfiction by jelenedra, available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26540818
