Title: Their Happily Ever After
Disclaimer: I do not own Faeries Landing, or the characters, just this plot!
Hot breaths caressed sensitive skin.
Hungry hands roamed over exposed flesh.
There was a soft, feminine moan heard.
His hands dove into her hair, tilting her face up to receive his hungry, demanding mouth.
His hot lips raked the exposed skin of her throat, and he gave her nibbling kisses, which caused her to giggle. When he heard the magical, tinkling sound, he grinned.
"Hurry up, Young Master! I'm dying with pleasure!" came the feminine demand.
"Shorty, I'm trying to teach you a lesson in patience!" replied a deep male voice.
Wanting him to hurry up, she brought him into direct contact with her wet womanhood, and wrapped her legs around his hips. "It's obviously not working." To prove her point, she wriggled a little, making him groan.
"All right! All right! This shows about to get rollin'! Let's make it hot!" As if to bring up the temperature, he brought her hands above her head, which brought them closer, curves to angles. He bent down and covered her mouth with his. He slipped his tongue into her moist mouth. He could feel the temperature in her hot body get even hotter, and knew his was way above the average temperature.
"Do you think..." and then she whispered something naughty into his ears. "Well Young Master?" she asked. When she saw his eyes get darker, she smiled. She couldn't get enough satisfaction from touching him. She felt like she would never sate her hunger and love for him. When he moved above her, she felt liquid fire pool in her stomach in anticipation.
"Hm...Shorty, is this what you wanted?" And he plunged into her. Her groaned yes was all the answer he needed. "Are you okay?" When she nodded and kissed his shoulder, then bit playfully, he started moving, and they both felt like they were in paradise. Floating on clouds. Fireworks were exploading inside both of their bodies. It was even better than either one thought.
When they both lay still, difinitely tired, but still intertwined, they both drifted asleep in each others arms.
The ringing of the telephone woke them up. "I'll get it." Ryang said, as he got up to leave, he kissed her on the lips. "Keep the bed warm for me, Shorty." He walked into the other room and thought This better be a darn good reason for this person calling! He answered the phone and said a very annoyed "Hello?"
"Hey Ryang! It's me, Seho."
"Why the HECK are you calling me this late...er, early in the morning?" he corrected himself when he saw that it was 2:30 a.m.
"Fanta said she'd help me with learning DDR!"
"What!?!? Forget it! She's not going to now, nor ever, going to help you!"
Silence. "It finally happened, didn't it? That's why you are so protective over her!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked frantically.
"You love her, don't you? And now you've made love to her."
"Yes to the second, and of course I love her! I have since day 1!"
"Not that it matters or anything, but does Yuri know!"
"No she doesn't."
"When are you going to tell her?"
"I'll tell Yuri soon. Let me work up the courage first, even though I know that she knew that I would fall in love with her."
"Whatever you say, man."
What's taking him so long? Fanta wondered. She got up out of bed, put on one of Ryang's shirts, and went into the kitchen. She stopped cold when she heard Ryang say, "Yes, to the second, and of course I love her! I have since day 1!" Who does he love? I wish I could hear whoever he's talking too's questions! The next answer really got her! "No, she doesn't." Who doesn't? She thought. The last thing she heard before she ran away was, "I'll tell Yuri soon. Let me work up the courage first, even though I know that she knew that I would fall in love with her." That's it! I can't stand it anymore! She left the kitchen doorway, got dressed, wrote a hasty goodbye note, and left.
"All right, Ryang, go back to your woman and know that I envy you!"
"I will go, and I know you envy me! She's keeping our bed warm for me!" Just the mentioning of the word "bed" got him excited. He hung up the phone, and then he stopped. I said "our" bed! How right it felt, too! He strode purposefully into the bedroom, and called out for Fanta, but she wasn't in the bed. Where is she? When he didn't find her, he checked the bathroom. She still wasn't able to be found. "Fanta, where are you? Come out Shorty!" He looked around the room again, and that's when he saw it: a note that had Ryang written on it. With a cold feeling in his stomach, he opened it and began to read:
"My Dearest Yound Master Ryang,
I have never felt this way about anyone before. I love you so much, but I know you love someone else. I heard your conversation on the phone, and if you love Yuri, then you should just tell her. Any woman whom you love is a very lucky woman. Good luck, my love, and know that I have no hard feelings about what happened and what we shared tonight. I love you, and I hope you and Yuri are happy!
With undying love,
Fanta."
To say he was shocked would be putting it mildly. "What!?!?" You've done some crazy things, Fanta, but this one outshines them all! Hopefully you come back to me soon- when you realize how wrong you are! Until that time comes, I'll be waiting for you!
Four months later...
"Oh my goodness! This can't be true!" Fanta cried. But, of course, it was very true. Fanta was pregnant. "I'm pregnant with Ryang's baby!" The love of her life is the father of her baby, but she thinks he loves someone else! "What am I going to do?" Even as she asked the question, she knew that she had no choice. She would not kill something that was conceived from her and Ryang's love, and she knew that she would tell Ryang- sometime. She didn't know how, just that she would.
Five months later...
"Push! Push harder! He's almost here! Just a little further!" the nurse cried.
"I'm pushing!" Fanta all but screamed back.
"Three more pushes then he'll be out! I can see the head!"
Fanta groaned, and pushed, then pushed again.
"One more big one!" the doctor said.
Fanta gathered all of her strength, and pushed with all of her determination. A healthy baby's cry was her reward.
"It's a boy!" the doctor announced proudly.
He looks just like his father, she thought.