| Fan Fiction |
by heartsong
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After Chun left, I went back to bed.
I wasn’t aware of how many hours later I was awoken by the doorbell – the previous night’s activity had completely wiped me out.
As I shuffled blearily to the door, I rubbed my eyes clear. I speared a hand through my hair so I would at least look presentable.
When the door swung open, I was yawning and had my hand over my mouth. I looked up into the darkened eyes of my lover.
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Before I could completely register anything in my mind, Chun had pushed his way into the house. He locked the door behind him and crushed me to him, molding his mouth to mine in a kind of panicked frenzy.
I responded to his kisses without a word.
When I finally regained my senses, he was kissing the heated curvature of my neck, and I was holding his head firmly in place in case he decided to switch position when I least expected it.
“What’s the matter?” I whispered quietly, my gaze catching on his abandoned briefcase.
So he had come here despite having to rush to work.
His voice was muffled as he spoke, “Nothing. I missed you. I’m behaving how a newlywed should.”
And he left it at that, drawing my skin into his mouth to suckle on it until I finally let out one of those crazed moans I’d been holding back.
Only then did he seem to be satisfied – but by then, I wasn’t. I needed more.
I held him as close as physically possible, and he tried to calm me by running a hand across the aching span of my back.
The band of his wedding ring scratched like a prophecy, an omen.
I arched against him, baring my neck so that he could not help but start to kiss my sensitive skin again, occasionally laving tender, cat-like licks on my throat.
At one point everything around me started to fade. I could not hear my urgent protests and moans, could not remember anything of what I had been saying.
I urged him with my body language, pushing against him, grinding into him, burying my face in the curve of his neck.
This was not like me. I was not usually this brash, this demanding – but desire was riding low in my belly, and I needed more.
When he drove into me and started moving, rubbing a finger against the spot that made my body shake, I cried.
I bit on my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut, hooking my chin on his shoulder so that he would not be able to sense that I was crying.
As I cried my body racked with my sobs, and I hoped that he would mistake everything for an expression of pleasure and desire.
I thought he did, until he drove us both to the peak. When we were done he settled me onto the soft sheets of my bed and cradled my face in his hands.
“Did I hurt you?”
His voice was so achingly tender, so soft and so sweet that another influx of tears overwhelmed me.
He gently thumbed my tears away and kissed me fully on the mouth.
When he lifted his head and looked at me, I closed my eyes.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he beseeched, kissing my forehead softly.
I lifted my eyes and saw him staring into my soul.
I tried to smile.
“Newlyweds, huh.”
He chuckled softly and kissed my neck again, holding my close to him.
“You’re going to have to go on your honeymoon with Ariel.”
He nodded into my shoulder.
“I know.”
I started to cry all over again, but this time I pushed him away, curling into myself as I pulled the sheets over me, concealing my vulnerable nakedness.
“Sweetheart,” he called softly, pulling the sheets away and wrapping me in his embrace, “I don’t want to go, either. I love you, and I’d rather go on a honeymoon with you – you know that. I know I’m hurting you by dragging you into this relationship, Ella,”
Good lord, my name sounded wonderful on his lips.
“But you have to know that I love you, and I would never, ever willingly hurt you.”
I turned and buried my face in his soft chest, afraid to see his gaze.
I had known since I was young that anyone who could love so powerfully, so unconditionally, could also hate, and hurt, as deeply, as unintentionally.
But I still submitted to what my heart told me – because it was already too late to try and separate us.
I did not notice I was still crying until he drew me upwards to look at him.
“Tell me what the problem is, sweetheart. Tell me,”
Without even knowing I was going to say it, without even knowing that it was the foundation of the problem, I spilled it to him in a wash of wild disarray.
“You’re going to have sex with her,”
I was surprised at how flat and how bland, how matter-of-fact the words came out.
I knew I had hurt him when I saw his eyes darken.
Taken in by guilt, I stood and wrapped a robe around myself, pacing the length of my bedroom.
He came up behind me, pulling my back against his firm chest.
“Ella, I will not.”
I was silent, at a loss for words. I had no idea what to say.
“You’ll have to, eventually. You can’t dupe her every night how you did on your wedding night.”
His answer startled me.
“Then I won’t go on the honeymoon.”
I sucked in one breath, unwilling to speak. I was afraid that if I did talk, I would ask him to stay with me.
Truth was, I didn’t want him to go for the honeymoon. I wished there was a way to clone him and make his clone go, while he stayed here with me.
I wanted to be on that honeymoon with him instead.
“I want you to myself. I don’t want you to be with any other woman.” I whispered it so softly I thought he hadn’t heard it at first, but he gently nudged at my shoulder until I turned to look at him.
He cupped my face in his hands and I leaned into his touch.
He leaned down and brushed a kiss across my lips, drawing my lower lip into his.
I could feel the butterflies in my womb going crazy.
I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing into his firm, warm hold.
He untied the sash of the robe and pushed at the fabric covering my shoulders until the robe slipped off me.
He ran both his warm palms across my collarbone, his heated touch travelling all the way down to where I was already beginning to moisten.
His hands swept across my shoulders, over and onto my back, onto the curve of my bum.
He moved a hand in front and slipped a finger between my thighs, and I cried out in surprise.
He smiled slightly, as his finger moved against me.
My muscles tightened, and he seemed to sense it because he stopped at murmured something against my lips.
“Ella,” he said, and again I reveled in how sexy it sounded when he said my name, “You’re already wet for me.”
I groaned and reached for him, sliding him into me.
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“Don’t you have to go to work?” Ella asked hesitantly, sprawled across Chun as he held her tightly.
He shook his head.
“I initially took leave because I was supposed to spend time with Ariel, but I didn’t want to stay with her. She almost raped me!”
Ella giggled softly at his childish complaint.
“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes and holding her closer.
“And I, you,” Ella whispered back.
Moments later Chun rose from the bed, pulling his shorts on. He strode into the living room where he had dropped his briefcase in his hurry to be with Ella, and reached into it, retrieving a small black box.
When he moved back into the room, Ella was leaning against the headboard, her hair ruffled, her eyes closed.
He sat down beside her quietly, the mattress dipping at his weight.
“Ella,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse, “I know this isn’t the best moment, and I may end up hurting you more than anything because maybe it’ll remind you of how we can never be together in the open, but I had to ask this. This was always meant for you,”
Ella slid her eyes open and caught her breath when she saw his gripping the box, his veins nearly popping with the exertion.
“Will you marry me?”
Ella’s chin was trembling as she started to weep softly, deep, racking sounds that grieved Chun’s heart.
He already knew her answer.
He slipped the plain ring onto her finger silently, and she quietly noticed that he was wearing an identical one. He wasn’t wearing his own official wedding ring.
Ella realised, with a carefully measured amount of headiness, that the ring that had scratched her back earlier was the same one he was wearing.
She sucked in a deep breath as the cool metal slipped in around her finger.
Her palm fisted in his grip as she looked at the ring.
Without a single word, she rose and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I should’ve been your bride, you know,”
He nodded silently.
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