{Fanfic: Less Than a Hundred Years} Company Chapter 2: What You Ask Of Me
Less Than A Hundred Years
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What you ask of me
Prompt: Lovers
Author’s Ramblings: Set immediately after Prologue… for those who have asked I continue the fic. This Fanfic is rated M, yes M.
Choi Young neared her first, eyes still full of tears, while her face was drenched with them, and cupped her cheeks. They gasped the contact too powerful to keep calm, and a rain of kissed fell over her forehead; making her looked up fully at him, and sob.
“Oh,” She said softly, not wanting to stop his ministration, “It’s raining.” Eun Soo’s heart was happy to the point of bursting and allowing the kisses to drop, her hands reached for Choi Young’s forearms, laughing. Soon his lips found hers and they melted together, pressing close and deep into each other. His arms changed, hands releasing her face, and wrapping tightly around her, dare she say lifting her?, and kissed her more. She could feel his every emotion, reaching out to her, been welcomed and finally accepted.
As they parted, because their lacking bodies could not live without oxygen, their forehead pressed together and in the warmth of their embrace they held tightly onto each other.
“Are you… alright?” She nodded, unable to talk. “Hurt anywhere?” Laughter escaped her, and she nodded again, another kiss surprising her forehead. “Will you stay with me then, without going anywhere?”
“No more hopping through time.” Another kiss to her forehead, Eun Soo pulled away, and looked at his face, contracting in the pain he’d felt for so long, and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. “From now on, until the day we die, I will be by your side.”
“I knew you would come back,” He whispered hoarsely against her shoulder, “I knew you would return and say those words. This miserable general, who has been no one while you were away…” She kissed his cheek, and then pressed to kiss his lips, while stray tears dare adorn his face. Their foreheads pressed together and they breathed in the scent of each other, eyes closed as if in fear of having the other vanish.
“Are you there?” She asked softly, knowing this time a quiet tender voice would answer.
“I am here.”
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They sat under the tree, her head against his shoulder while one of his arms wrapped around her. The soft cold wind moved around them, making her shiver and Choi Young rub her arm to try and get her warmer. They spoke little of what they had been doing during their wait, but they did speak of what they wanted to do now that they were together.
“Your hair is still messy, did you not comb it?” He asked softly, not to her, just to get the thought out. The thought made Eun Soo smile, and swing her legs as a child would.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t have a comb.”
“Ah, then we shall have to remedy that.” And using his fingers he started to comb her hair. She leaned into the warm ministrations, head falling against his other arm as her body relaxed and she was resting inside his arms, covering his lap. “Why are you wearing these old clothes?” Choi Young whispered, curious.
“I’ve been healing people and learning the herbal world, one hundred years before now. When I walk through the portal…”
“So, you really are Hwata.” Her eyes opened in surprise, and she sat up. He watched her to do, calm stare ever present. “I simply knew. After I saw the relics and heard the Prince of the Court…” The mention of the name made her eyes fall, and Choi Young lowered his gaze as well. “He is dead. Frozen.” She nodded and leaned back against his shoulder.
“Shouldn’t we get back? It’s almost sunset.”
“Don’t you want to stay with me like this?”
“I do, but I’m hungry. Can’t we eat something and come back?” He gave out a laugh, rich and filling, making her hunger vanish in the mist of butterflies.
“Do you always think of food?” He mused, standing, after pushing her softly to a sitting position, and standing. She smiled, truly happy for the first time in five years and followed. “Might as well return, and have you greet my new kids.” She stood and fixed her old looking clothes, making him take her in for a second. “And find some decent clothes for you.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes? I’ll have you know they are a week old.”
“One hundred years and a week old you mean.” He teased, offering his arm for support, as he had that faithful morning, and with delight she took it squeezing the forearm. They smiled at each other, as the two fools in love they were, and turned to walk…
Only to find Dae Man, the vice General and Deok Man staring at them quite astonished. There was silence for a moment, as they all stared at each other; and Eun Soo finally lifted her hand, the one dangling from her other side, she would not let go of this darling man for the world. “Annyeong!”
“High Doctor!” cried Dae Man finally, his already wild hair bobbing up and down and he hurried towards her, and embraced both the General and her in a tight hug. Deok Man followed, tears dangling from his eyes while the Vice General just smiled at them while walking towards them. “High Doctor! High Doctor!” Cried the boy, seeming more like a man, while the tall spearman could not yet process words. She hugged them each in turn, one hand always reaching back for the general, while the Vice General finally patted the General’s shoulder.
“We are very glad you are back.”
“Oh come here you!” She said with tears in her eyes, hugging the surprised Vice general Choi Young did not mind this, they were a part of her life, as they were a part of his. “My WooDalChi puppies!” She said suddenly, making everybody turn to her and halt movement. “Well you are my Daegang’s kids, so I thought…
“I like being her puppy!” Said Deok Man crying out in the open, making the Vice General slap the back of the man’s head. The general sighed, noted by the Vice General while the woman continued to talk to the other two.
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It was a big surprise for the other WooDalChi, not the three leaders, that the General brought a woman with fiery red hair and porcelain skin to his room. Although there were arrangements made for the High Doctor to have her own room, with everything at her disposal, she refused and held tightly onto her general. “I know that it would bring you troubles if I take the expensive room all to myself, besides I would be lonely and you three would sleep out in the rain. So I will stay with the General, as I did back five years ago (a general gasp covered the inn) and you three sleep in that room.”
“Do as she says; remember when her mind is set there is no reasoning that can convince her.”
“Very well sir.” And with a bow the Vice general, Dae Man and Deok Man hurried away, allowing them to be alone from that moment on. Choi Young sighed, and with his hand pointed the way up the stairs. Eun Soo nodded and lifting the skirts of her thick clothes moved slowly and quietly up the stairs. The General looked around, aware all eyes were, to be set on his back the moment he turned, and again sighed. Murmurs reached the top of the stairs as they vanished from the men’s eyes, and again Choi Young sighed.
“Goodness with sighs like that you could cleave the earth in two.” She joked, looking up at him, waiting for him to stand beside her.
“I just…” he scratched his scratchy chin, and was quiet for a moment. Then took her arm and lead her to the end of the hallway. “I wanted to share you with them later… Probably tomorrow.”
So that’s why he didn’t want to return at first; she watched him open the door and then signal her in and for a second she was aware of what she was doing. Alone, in this room, with the man she loved… Would she be able to contain herself? The thought was silly, if she couldn’t contain herself he would contain her, so with a chuckle to herself, she entered. He followed, closing the door and sighing, yet again. “But I guess we will have a similar reaction when…” He was halted by a kiss, a violent demonstration of her happiness; she parted slightly, “We get…” A second kiss was delivered. “…Home.”
She stopped her ministrations and released his neck. Choi Young frowned slightly.
“You might want to check the door.” She said in a whisper, leaning towards him, intimately so. He nodded, still dumbstruck, and silently walked to the door… The kick had two guards falling back on their backs, Deok Man and Dae Man hitting the wall and the Vice General turning in shame away. He stared as they stood, while Eun Soo stifled laughter, and reclosed the door.
“They never learn.” He said, shaking his head and placing his sword over the nearby table. Eun Soo received him again, with a big smile, what made Choi Young smile like an idiot. Once again before her, expecting another pleasing attack like the one before he cleared his throat, and was turned around by her.
“Will you hold me through the night?” She said softly, undoing the bindings of his armor.
“Every night.” And with a smile she helped take off his armor, making him chuckle to himself in remembrance, then Eun Soo took his hand and lead him to the bed; the large piece of furniture had not yet been used, and it was perfectly made. She sat, pulling him down, and leaned against him again. He chuckled, and held her, fixing their positions so her back would be pressed perfectly against his chest. “Should we get married as soon as we return?” Surprised she turned to him, eyes open in total shock. “Imja, I need to know you won’t run off to get into trouble again.”
“And marriage will fix that?”
“No, but it will give me a good reason to post four WooDalChi at Imja’s every door.” And she laughed out loud, happily, making his heart fill with joy. So the kiss he delivered then was inevitable; and sincere. They kissed plenty, and his hands held the back of her shoulder’s tightly, making her suddenly moan and pull away.
Probably he wouldn’t even know when or how to contain himself.
“What?” He said softly, worried. “Did I hurt you?” She panted to herself, hair covering her face.
“No, I’m fine. Just that… if we continue we… we will…” He understood at that moment, but still continued to hold her. “Not that I don’t want to… just that…”
“Would you rather wait till the wedding night?” He whispered softly, curious and a little confused.
“Choi Young, do you know what you are asking me?”
“For Imja to be mine.”
“To become yours in all aspects.”
“Yes.” Blunt as ever.
Lovingly blunt and wonderful as ever. “Men are not as romantic as women, that I understand,” He continued, “but if you wish to wait until the marriage bed, I will hold myself back.” Eun Soo stared at him, quiet. “Furthermore, I will even let you sleep alone in bed and go out with the men for training, for if I stay here I won’t be able to hold myself back. We will be returning in two days’ time…” He never got to finish, she jumped him, kissing his lips and wrapping both arms around his neck.
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Surprised by her boldness, her eagerness (but why was Choi Young so shocked, after knowing her so well?). Choi Young took her body into his, both of them falling to rest against the bed; he was suddenly aware of her every curve even through the thick material of her folded clothes, and the reaction his senses had to her proximity. Those tiny, warm hands traced patterns over his covered skin; the clothes burning with her touch as if she’d become the user of inner energy and her every inch of skin were fire. His heart swelled, and his eyes closed; she delivered a sensual kiss to his lips, her body molding to his in perfect synchrony and making his soul sing.
He’d waited for their reunion for this long, and now it was moving to this point of no return. But if he’d sealed Eun Soo as his… the chances of her vanishing as if a mirage would be null. Taking the back of her neck, now blind with his need for her, Choi Young forced a violent kiss against her lips watching her eyes close in delight, her body singing to his tune. He forced both of them to stand, parting slightly, and they watched each other for a second.
“These clothes of Imja, they are too old for my liking.” He said, removing the cottony vest of white and purple from her shoulders. “Those clothes I bought Imja, the ones she couldn’t make her mind over, I have them all. I wonder if they will still fit.” She didn’t answer, touched by his words. “I wonder if I must order new clothes be made for her, would Imja like that?” She nodded, as his hand reached for the first layer of the thick traveler’s clothes. Layer upon layer were unfolded, dropped her and there; and when they finally reached the inner most layer she was trembling. “Imja is thinner, too thin. Did Imja not eat well? Sleep well?” Unable to speak, knowing the source of those words had been her own lips, Eun Soo shook her head. “Neither did I.” And a kiss was offered as token of love, it was over too soon. Still trembling, she looked down watching the hands undressing her also tremble. The shirt serving as underwear was soft, good for traveling, and easy to find in the time she used to live. His fingers undid the ribbon holding the piece together and unfolded… Porcelain white skin revealed, round and perfect enough to make his breath be lost, the man swallowed hard as she bit her lip, the other part also unfolded and finally removed from her arms and shoulders was thrown aside as well. Trembling hands reached for her shoulder, warm large gentle hands, callused because of sword use and years of battle; they traced a soft line against her neck and finally slowly turned her towards him and a kiss was delivered to her plump lips. Pulled forward, closely pressed to him, Eun Soo’s hands lifted to do the same service for him; undressing him has always been a silent desire for her, to reveal his body to her and not in a medical way.
For she had seen his body half naked, but he’d been covered in blood because of her fault and Eun Soo wondered what differences his healthy body would have. Would his shoulders be wider? Would his arms be as lean? Would his abs be as gorgeous?
“Imja.” He said suddenly, as she was about to remove his last layer of clothes, taking her hands. “There are scars in this body…”
“Let me heal them. I can heal them.” She said openly, eager to unfold his body as a present to her eyes. His hands fell, his lips closed and he took in a deep breath. During treatment she’d noticed scars, here and there, but could not really remember their exact location. So when she folded the clothing her eyes feasted on the body offered to her out of love. The thick clothes fell behind him, arms limp enough for the clothes to slide down, and Eun Soo watched, lips half parted and amazed. Broad shoulders covered in muscle and tanned skin; wide chest well sculpted by the Heavens, thin waist that was usually wrapped with the thick folds of a belt… This man was gorgeous!
Been a doctor she was used to touch, to figure out through palpations what was wrong with her patients; so her hands lifted and touched his shoulders, gaining a little hiss from his part.
Her fingers found the first scar, so blinded were her eyes, on the conjunction of his shoulder. She remembered that from that night she came back to save him from the Prince of the Court. Then another over his chest, from some unknown battle, and another and another… She leaned onto him, kissing the scar on his shoulder, then over his chest, then another and another… until her fingers found the one she had created with his sword, and she parted slightly, tracing the large scar with one hand, looking down to see how angry it still was, how red. He followed her eyes and covered her hand with his. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Imja.”
“How could I have done this to you?”
“Forget it, Imja; it is pass and the injury is closed.” She pursed her lips, and her chin was lifted. “Imja is here, and my body needs her.” And he dipped for a kiss. They pressed together, their bodies already acquaintance with each other in a level not really understood by anyone except themselves, and her breaths pressed to his hard chest, making them sigh in delight.
“You are warm.” She produced softly, tenderly.
“You are too.” His hands explored her back, down to the waistline of her underpants, and then slowly pulled it off, crouching before her to help her lift her feet and be freed from the bothersome clothes. Now she was bare to him, in every aspect, and smiling he looked up. As tall as he was, kneeling now before her, his head reached her breasts, her slim fingers slid into his hair, messing it like he loved to mess hers. “Imja, you are beautiful.” And his hands lifted, holding the top of her hips and pulled her belly for a kiss. “So beautiful.” His tongue danced over the slim belly, finding her belly button to be ticklish and taking the opportunity to make her laugh. Eun Soo moaned, finding herself in his grasp and unable and unwilling to move away; were they going too fast? Should they wait?
This person, her heart beckoned, this person is right here.
His hands lifted, cupping her breasts in wonder, and leaning up to kiss the rounded flesh, threating them equally. Pleasure shot from her spine, to her mouth and from his fingertips to her center, pooling in magnificent lust. Her fingers gave soft tugs at Choi Young’s hair and he stood, still half dressed, lifting her bridal style.
“Imja’s legs are trembling.”
“My Daejang is doing this to me.” She said, breathless.
“Then allow me to lay you down and find what is wrong with you.” And gave two steps he set her down over the bed, one hand taking hold of Choi Young, as their eyes met. “Imja?” He asked softly, moderating this part of their relationship quite well.
“Daejang, would you… would you lay with me? Love me?” He blinked, and lay down with her, both their bodies still uncovered, and traced lazy patterns until fixing her messy hair. His lips found hers, and his hand traced down her sides, thumb caressing her breasts and the roundness of it. Choi Young leaned his lips down to her neck, finding little places that were memorized because they were making her moan. “Daejang. Daejang.” She whispered, eyes closed in delight.
He didn’t answer, but felt her leg curl around the back of his knee and pull at him; inviting him. His chest constricted as his heart gave out, and quickly he shed the clothes he wore and was cradled between her thighs, finding out how really warm Eun Soo was. He looked down at her, their connection about to take place, and was surprised by her hand on his side, right over his scar. Her legs were accommodated around his hips, her well open and he dipped in.
A soft moan left both of them, as their connection was rooted inside of them, and soft electricity invaded her body; making her squirm and moan again. Young remained quiet, still above her, hands fisting by her sides and eyes closed in amazement. She was tighter than he expected, wetter too, and warm to the point of been hot. Her legs wrapped around him, bringing him closer still, and her arms reached for his shoulders, squeezing. No one had dare touch the doctor from Heavens, except Choi Young; no one had dared touch the Hwata in fear of her knowledge, no one would dare touch her now that she was his… This need for touch was overwhelming, and she lifted her hips to him, delivering his body to the depth of her soul. Choi Young groaned, hiding his forehead against her neck, and his breaths warmed her chest, making her throw her head back in delight. “Imja.”
“Yes… go.” And he was moving, pulling away from her and returning to be enveloped by her moans. “Choi Young…” She whispered softly, as his head moved up and a kiss was delivered, hundreds of kisses were gifted to her lips and face. His movements were quiet yet their bodies hammered to each other; needing this connection to never end. His arms wrapped around her waist and they kissed as old lovers would, finding each other in their pleasure.
“Imja.” Electricity ran up her spine, Eun Soo could hear it cracking around them, her hair standing on their end while he moved faster against her, welcoming the sway of her hips and the warmth of her kissed.
“I’m close.” She whispered to his ear, aware of the tendrils of her release been pulled from inside of her, so deep inside of her, while he groaned and bit her shoulder. A moan left her, half aware half in Heaven, and her body finally exploded. Her back arched, asking for him to accompany her, and her head was thrown back; mouth open in a silent scream they both succumbed and were lost in the light blue shimmering of their union.
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Holding her naked form against his chest, now hours after their intimacy, Choi Young kissed the naked shoulder in reach. Her hair was dropped over his side, delivering a flowery scent only she could create, to his nose and in the peace of the moment he glanced at Eun Soo in delight. Their love making had been extensive, hour after hour, trust after trust, she met him with the same ardor and passion; willing to be his.
Sunrise was two hours away, he could tell by the sudden freshness of the air, and for once he was not apprehensive of the day to come. They were covered with the thin sheets, but the doctor was kind enough to offer her warmth and with her snuggled so close; Choi Young was more than grateful. As a matter of fact he was considering daily prayer as part of the training for his WooDalChi.
The horn to wake the soldiers was blown, and Eun Soo lifted her head, surprised. Her squinted eyes and the way she moved from one side to the other, making her hair caress the general’s shoulder… her smell invading his every fiber. When her eyes found the general he smiled, and gave her cheek a kiss, he could not restrain himself while with her like this.
“Good morning.” Her head dropped again, snuggling against his neck. “We must dress and go down, for there won’t be breakfast if we don’t go early.”
“Five more minutes.” She murmured, holding his side. The vice General would save her some breakfast, that much Choi Young knew, so fixing his head to snuggled warmly against her, the General closed her eyes and held her close.
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What you ask of me
Prompt: Lovers
Author’s Ramblings: Set immediately after Prologue… for those who have asked I continue the fic. This Fanfic is rated M, yes M.
Choi Young neared her first, eyes still full of tears, while her face was drenched with them, and cupped her cheeks. They gasped the contact too powerful to keep calm, and a rain of kissed fell over her forehead; making her looked up fully at him, and sob.
“Oh,” She said softly, not wanting to stop his ministration, “It’s raining.” Eun Soo’s heart was happy to the point of bursting and allowing the kisses to drop, her hands reached for Choi Young’s forearms, laughing. Soon his lips found hers and they melted together, pressing close and deep into each other. His arms changed, hands releasing her face, and wrapping tightly around her, dare she say lifting her?, and kissed her more. She could feel his every emotion, reaching out to her, been welcomed and finally accepted.
As they parted, because their lacking bodies could not live without oxygen, their forehead pressed together and in the warmth of their embrace they held tightly onto each other.
“Are you… alright?” She nodded, unable to talk. “Hurt anywhere?” Laughter escaped her, and she nodded again, another kiss surprising her forehead. “Will you stay with me then, without going anywhere?”
“No more hopping through time.” Another kiss to her forehead, Eun Soo pulled away, and looked at his face, contracting in the pain he’d felt for so long, and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. “From now on, until the day we die, I will be by your side.”
“I knew you would come back,” He whispered hoarsely against her shoulder, “I knew you would return and say those words. This miserable general, who has been no one while you were away…” She kissed his cheek, and then pressed to kiss his lips, while stray tears dare adorn his face. Their foreheads pressed together and they breathed in the scent of each other, eyes closed as if in fear of having the other vanish.
“Are you there?” She asked softly, knowing this time a quiet tender voice would answer.
“I am here.”
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They sat under the tree, her head against his shoulder while one of his arms wrapped around her. The soft cold wind moved around them, making her shiver and Choi Young rub her arm to try and get her warmer. They spoke little of what they had been doing during their wait, but they did speak of what they wanted to do now that they were together.
“Your hair is still messy, did you not comb it?” He asked softly, not to her, just to get the thought out. The thought made Eun Soo smile, and swing her legs as a child would.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t have a comb.”
“Ah, then we shall have to remedy that.” And using his fingers he started to comb her hair. She leaned into the warm ministrations, head falling against his other arm as her body relaxed and she was resting inside his arms, covering his lap. “Why are you wearing these old clothes?” Choi Young whispered, curious.
“I’ve been healing people and learning the herbal world, one hundred years before now. When I walk through the portal…”
“So, you really are Hwata.” Her eyes opened in surprise, and she sat up. He watched her to do, calm stare ever present. “I simply knew. After I saw the relics and heard the Prince of the Court…” The mention of the name made her eyes fall, and Choi Young lowered his gaze as well. “He is dead. Frozen.” She nodded and leaned back against his shoulder.
“Shouldn’t we get back? It’s almost sunset.”
“Don’t you want to stay with me like this?”
“I do, but I’m hungry. Can’t we eat something and come back?” He gave out a laugh, rich and filling, making her hunger vanish in the mist of butterflies.
“Do you always think of food?” He mused, standing, after pushing her softly to a sitting position, and standing. She smiled, truly happy for the first time in five years and followed. “Might as well return, and have you greet my new kids.” She stood and fixed her old looking clothes, making him take her in for a second. “And find some decent clothes for you.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes? I’ll have you know they are a week old.”
“One hundred years and a week old you mean.” He teased, offering his arm for support, as he had that faithful morning, and with delight she took it squeezing the forearm. They smiled at each other, as the two fools in love they were, and turned to walk…
Only to find Dae Man, the vice General and Deok Man staring at them quite astonished. There was silence for a moment, as they all stared at each other; and Eun Soo finally lifted her hand, the one dangling from her other side, she would not let go of this darling man for the world. “Annyeong!”
“High Doctor!” cried Dae Man finally, his already wild hair bobbing up and down and he hurried towards her, and embraced both the General and her in a tight hug. Deok Man followed, tears dangling from his eyes while the Vice General just smiled at them while walking towards them. “High Doctor! High Doctor!” Cried the boy, seeming more like a man, while the tall spearman could not yet process words. She hugged them each in turn, one hand always reaching back for the general, while the Vice General finally patted the General’s shoulder.
“We are very glad you are back.”
“Oh come here you!” She said with tears in her eyes, hugging the surprised Vice general Choi Young did not mind this, they were a part of her life, as they were a part of his. “My WooDalChi puppies!” She said suddenly, making everybody turn to her and halt movement. “Well you are my Daegang’s kids, so I thought…
“I like being her puppy!” Said Deok Man crying out in the open, making the Vice General slap the back of the man’s head. The general sighed, noted by the Vice General while the woman continued to talk to the other two.
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It was a big surprise for the other WooDalChi, not the three leaders, that the General brought a woman with fiery red hair and porcelain skin to his room. Although there were arrangements made for the High Doctor to have her own room, with everything at her disposal, she refused and held tightly onto her general. “I know that it would bring you troubles if I take the expensive room all to myself, besides I would be lonely and you three would sleep out in the rain. So I will stay with the General, as I did back five years ago (a general gasp covered the inn) and you three sleep in that room.”
“Do as she says; remember when her mind is set there is no reasoning that can convince her.”
“Very well sir.” And with a bow the Vice general, Dae Man and Deok Man hurried away, allowing them to be alone from that moment on. Choi Young sighed, and with his hand pointed the way up the stairs. Eun Soo nodded and lifting the skirts of her thick clothes moved slowly and quietly up the stairs. The General looked around, aware all eyes were, to be set on his back the moment he turned, and again sighed. Murmurs reached the top of the stairs as they vanished from the men’s eyes, and again Choi Young sighed.
“Goodness with sighs like that you could cleave the earth in two.” She joked, looking up at him, waiting for him to stand beside her.
“I just…” he scratched his scratchy chin, and was quiet for a moment. Then took her arm and lead her to the end of the hallway. “I wanted to share you with them later… Probably tomorrow.”
So that’s why he didn’t want to return at first; she watched him open the door and then signal her in and for a second she was aware of what she was doing. Alone, in this room, with the man she loved… Would she be able to contain herself? The thought was silly, if she couldn’t contain herself he would contain her, so with a chuckle to herself, she entered. He followed, closing the door and sighing, yet again. “But I guess we will have a similar reaction when…” He was halted by a kiss, a violent demonstration of her happiness; she parted slightly, “We get…” A second kiss was delivered. “…Home.”
She stopped her ministrations and released his neck. Choi Young frowned slightly.
“You might want to check the door.” She said in a whisper, leaning towards him, intimately so. He nodded, still dumbstruck, and silently walked to the door… The kick had two guards falling back on their backs, Deok Man and Dae Man hitting the wall and the Vice General turning in shame away. He stared as they stood, while Eun Soo stifled laughter, and reclosed the door.
“They never learn.” He said, shaking his head and placing his sword over the nearby table. Eun Soo received him again, with a big smile, what made Choi Young smile like an idiot. Once again before her, expecting another pleasing attack like the one before he cleared his throat, and was turned around by her.
“Will you hold me through the night?” She said softly, undoing the bindings of his armor.
“Every night.” And with a smile she helped take off his armor, making him chuckle to himself in remembrance, then Eun Soo took his hand and lead him to the bed; the large piece of furniture had not yet been used, and it was perfectly made. She sat, pulling him down, and leaned against him again. He chuckled, and held her, fixing their positions so her back would be pressed perfectly against his chest. “Should we get married as soon as we return?” Surprised she turned to him, eyes open in total shock. “Imja, I need to know you won’t run off to get into trouble again.”
“And marriage will fix that?”
“No, but it will give me a good reason to post four WooDalChi at Imja’s every door.” And she laughed out loud, happily, making his heart fill with joy. So the kiss he delivered then was inevitable; and sincere. They kissed plenty, and his hands held the back of her shoulder’s tightly, making her suddenly moan and pull away.
Probably he wouldn’t even know when or how to contain himself.
“What?” He said softly, worried. “Did I hurt you?” She panted to herself, hair covering her face.
“No, I’m fine. Just that… if we continue we… we will…” He understood at that moment, but still continued to hold her. “Not that I don’t want to… just that…”
“Would you rather wait till the wedding night?” He whispered softly, curious and a little confused.
“Choi Young, do you know what you are asking me?”
“For Imja to be mine.”
“To become yours in all aspects.”
“Yes.” Blunt as ever.
Lovingly blunt and wonderful as ever. “Men are not as romantic as women, that I understand,” He continued, “but if you wish to wait until the marriage bed, I will hold myself back.” Eun Soo stared at him, quiet. “Furthermore, I will even let you sleep alone in bed and go out with the men for training, for if I stay here I won’t be able to hold myself back. We will be returning in two days’ time…” He never got to finish, she jumped him, kissing his lips and wrapping both arms around his neck.
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Surprised by her boldness, her eagerness (but why was Choi Young so shocked, after knowing her so well?). Choi Young took her body into his, both of them falling to rest against the bed; he was suddenly aware of her every curve even through the thick material of her folded clothes, and the reaction his senses had to her proximity. Those tiny, warm hands traced patterns over his covered skin; the clothes burning with her touch as if she’d become the user of inner energy and her every inch of skin were fire. His heart swelled, and his eyes closed; she delivered a sensual kiss to his lips, her body molding to his in perfect synchrony and making his soul sing.
He’d waited for their reunion for this long, and now it was moving to this point of no return. But if he’d sealed Eun Soo as his… the chances of her vanishing as if a mirage would be null. Taking the back of her neck, now blind with his need for her, Choi Young forced a violent kiss against her lips watching her eyes close in delight, her body singing to his tune. He forced both of them to stand, parting slightly, and they watched each other for a second.
“These clothes of Imja, they are too old for my liking.” He said, removing the cottony vest of white and purple from her shoulders. “Those clothes I bought Imja, the ones she couldn’t make her mind over, I have them all. I wonder if they will still fit.” She didn’t answer, touched by his words. “I wonder if I must order new clothes be made for her, would Imja like that?” She nodded, as his hand reached for the first layer of the thick traveler’s clothes. Layer upon layer were unfolded, dropped her and there; and when they finally reached the inner most layer she was trembling. “Imja is thinner, too thin. Did Imja not eat well? Sleep well?” Unable to speak, knowing the source of those words had been her own lips, Eun Soo shook her head. “Neither did I.” And a kiss was offered as token of love, it was over too soon. Still trembling, she looked down watching the hands undressing her also tremble. The shirt serving as underwear was soft, good for traveling, and easy to find in the time she used to live. His fingers undid the ribbon holding the piece together and unfolded… Porcelain white skin revealed, round and perfect enough to make his breath be lost, the man swallowed hard as she bit her lip, the other part also unfolded and finally removed from her arms and shoulders was thrown aside as well. Trembling hands reached for her shoulder, warm large gentle hands, callused because of sword use and years of battle; they traced a soft line against her neck and finally slowly turned her towards him and a kiss was delivered to her plump lips. Pulled forward, closely pressed to him, Eun Soo’s hands lifted to do the same service for him; undressing him has always been a silent desire for her, to reveal his body to her and not in a medical way.
For she had seen his body half naked, but he’d been covered in blood because of her fault and Eun Soo wondered what differences his healthy body would have. Would his shoulders be wider? Would his arms be as lean? Would his abs be as gorgeous?
“Imja.” He said suddenly, as she was about to remove his last layer of clothes, taking her hands. “There are scars in this body…”
“Let me heal them. I can heal them.” She said openly, eager to unfold his body as a present to her eyes. His hands fell, his lips closed and he took in a deep breath. During treatment she’d noticed scars, here and there, but could not really remember their exact location. So when she folded the clothing her eyes feasted on the body offered to her out of love. The thick clothes fell behind him, arms limp enough for the clothes to slide down, and Eun Soo watched, lips half parted and amazed. Broad shoulders covered in muscle and tanned skin; wide chest well sculpted by the Heavens, thin waist that was usually wrapped with the thick folds of a belt… This man was gorgeous!
Been a doctor she was used to touch, to figure out through palpations what was wrong with her patients; so her hands lifted and touched his shoulders, gaining a little hiss from his part.
Her fingers found the first scar, so blinded were her eyes, on the conjunction of his shoulder. She remembered that from that night she came back to save him from the Prince of the Court. Then another over his chest, from some unknown battle, and another and another… She leaned onto him, kissing the scar on his shoulder, then over his chest, then another and another… until her fingers found the one she had created with his sword, and she parted slightly, tracing the large scar with one hand, looking down to see how angry it still was, how red. He followed her eyes and covered her hand with his. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Imja.”
“How could I have done this to you?”
“Forget it, Imja; it is pass and the injury is closed.” She pursed her lips, and her chin was lifted. “Imja is here, and my body needs her.” And he dipped for a kiss. They pressed together, their bodies already acquaintance with each other in a level not really understood by anyone except themselves, and her breaths pressed to his hard chest, making them sigh in delight.
“You are warm.” She produced softly, tenderly.
“You are too.” His hands explored her back, down to the waistline of her underpants, and then slowly pulled it off, crouching before her to help her lift her feet and be freed from the bothersome clothes. Now she was bare to him, in every aspect, and smiling he looked up. As tall as he was, kneeling now before her, his head reached her breasts, her slim fingers slid into his hair, messing it like he loved to mess hers. “Imja, you are beautiful.” And his hands lifted, holding the top of her hips and pulled her belly for a kiss. “So beautiful.” His tongue danced over the slim belly, finding her belly button to be ticklish and taking the opportunity to make her laugh. Eun Soo moaned, finding herself in his grasp and unable and unwilling to move away; were they going too fast? Should they wait?
This person, her heart beckoned, this person is right here.
His hands lifted, cupping her breasts in wonder, and leaning up to kiss the rounded flesh, threating them equally. Pleasure shot from her spine, to her mouth and from his fingertips to her center, pooling in magnificent lust. Her fingers gave soft tugs at Choi Young’s hair and he stood, still half dressed, lifting her bridal style.
“Imja’s legs are trembling.”
“My Daejang is doing this to me.” She said, breathless.
“Then allow me to lay you down and find what is wrong with you.” And gave two steps he set her down over the bed, one hand taking hold of Choi Young, as their eyes met. “Imja?” He asked softly, moderating this part of their relationship quite well.
“Daejang, would you… would you lay with me? Love me?” He blinked, and lay down with her, both their bodies still uncovered, and traced lazy patterns until fixing her messy hair. His lips found hers, and his hand traced down her sides, thumb caressing her breasts and the roundness of it. Choi Young leaned his lips down to her neck, finding little places that were memorized because they were making her moan. “Daejang. Daejang.” She whispered, eyes closed in delight.
He didn’t answer, but felt her leg curl around the back of his knee and pull at him; inviting him. His chest constricted as his heart gave out, and quickly he shed the clothes he wore and was cradled between her thighs, finding out how really warm Eun Soo was. He looked down at her, their connection about to take place, and was surprised by her hand on his side, right over his scar. Her legs were accommodated around his hips, her well open and he dipped in.
A soft moan left both of them, as their connection was rooted inside of them, and soft electricity invaded her body; making her squirm and moan again. Young remained quiet, still above her, hands fisting by her sides and eyes closed in amazement. She was tighter than he expected, wetter too, and warm to the point of been hot. Her legs wrapped around him, bringing him closer still, and her arms reached for his shoulders, squeezing. No one had dare touch the doctor from Heavens, except Choi Young; no one had dared touch the Hwata in fear of her knowledge, no one would dare touch her now that she was his… This need for touch was overwhelming, and she lifted her hips to him, delivering his body to the depth of her soul. Choi Young groaned, hiding his forehead against her neck, and his breaths warmed her chest, making her throw her head back in delight. “Imja.”
“Yes… go.” And he was moving, pulling away from her and returning to be enveloped by her moans. “Choi Young…” She whispered softly, as his head moved up and a kiss was delivered, hundreds of kisses were gifted to her lips and face. His movements were quiet yet their bodies hammered to each other; needing this connection to never end. His arms wrapped around her waist and they kissed as old lovers would, finding each other in their pleasure.
“Imja.” Electricity ran up her spine, Eun Soo could hear it cracking around them, her hair standing on their end while he moved faster against her, welcoming the sway of her hips and the warmth of her kissed.
“I’m close.” She whispered to his ear, aware of the tendrils of her release been pulled from inside of her, so deep inside of her, while he groaned and bit her shoulder. A moan left her, half aware half in Heaven, and her body finally exploded. Her back arched, asking for him to accompany her, and her head was thrown back; mouth open in a silent scream they both succumbed and were lost in the light blue shimmering of their union.
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Holding her naked form against his chest, now hours after their intimacy, Choi Young kissed the naked shoulder in reach. Her hair was dropped over his side, delivering a flowery scent only she could create, to his nose and in the peace of the moment he glanced at Eun Soo in delight. Their love making had been extensive, hour after hour, trust after trust, she met him with the same ardor and passion; willing to be his.
Sunrise was two hours away, he could tell by the sudden freshness of the air, and for once he was not apprehensive of the day to come. They were covered with the thin sheets, but the doctor was kind enough to offer her warmth and with her snuggled so close; Choi Young was more than grateful. As a matter of fact he was considering daily prayer as part of the training for his WooDalChi.
The horn to wake the soldiers was blown, and Eun Soo lifted her head, surprised. Her squinted eyes and the way she moved from one side to the other, making her hair caress the general’s shoulder… her smell invading his every fiber. When her eyes found the general he smiled, and gave her cheek a kiss, he could not restrain himself while with her like this.
“Good morning.” Her head dropped again, snuggling against his neck. “We must dress and go down, for there won’t be breakfast if we don’t go early.”
“Five more minutes.” She murmured, holding his side. The vice General would save her some breakfast, that much Choi Young knew, so fixing his head to snuggled warmly against her, the General closed her eyes and held her close.