Less Than A Hundred Years
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Prompt: Letters

Author's Ramblings: This chapter is rated M, yes M again. I'm a little apprehensive of this chapter so… just read and let me know what you think.

Eun Soo's head was arched backwards, her mouth opening in a moan seven weeks in the making; her hands holding fast to the man on top of her.

Choi Young inhaled her scent, unable to believe he survived this long without her, and dropped open mouthed kissed down her neck, to her collarbone, parting (or ripping, at the moment he wasn't too lucid) the clothes from her body. The milky skin revealed, he grunted in approval and dove to suck lightly, fulfilling a desire long buried against his soul. She moaned, arching her breasts to him, and holding the back of his neck and hair, fingers coercing happily the movements. She'd been dreaming of having him again, of feeling his skin naked against her, and so his kisses promised so much…

Her hands snaked between them, opening the unfolded clothes, and warm hands deftly traced his skin, drawing a hiss from the general.

"Daejang." She murmured, begging for a kiss, and he complied; the heat of the moment so intense the crackle of Ki was heard; for a second he parted, amazed at the release of energy, but she was fine. She was perfect; bare to him and wantonly staring up at him…

"Imja." He murmured, attempting to stop for a second, only to have his arms drop and the robes follow, pooling behind his knelt body. They stared at each other in surprise, was this why she had to be infused? Why ever it was it was done and oddly forgotten by lust.

"Daejang." She reached forward, caressing the impressive abs before her; smiling with delight upon realizing that this man was only hers. "Take these off, Daejang." She said, referring to the trousers she wore, and the cloth covering her forearms. He complied quickly, and threw the items to some corner of the room, his panting loud in her ears. If they were even able to join, Eun Soo was already more than aware that it wouldn't last long; it was the sensation of too much, too quickly for this man. Choi Young lay down over her, kisses finding her lips and hands exploring quickly her body, hands that couldn't seem to find enough skin, that could not caress enough of her nerves.

She invited him between her legs, and kissed his shoulder with open mouth kissed, as he'd done before. Choi Young filled her to the brim. Her soul sang, her nerves ached, her tears fell down the sides of her face; the sudden intrusion was painfully good, making her moan and arch her hips to him, bringing him to the most inner part of herself. Choi Young gave out a loud grunt, and his back arched to accommodate himself better around her, kissed falling over her collarbone and breasts, as if a quiet rain.

"Do… don't move, Imja, please." He begged quietly to her skin, tense and trembling, as her hand caressed his sides.

Between them electricity crackled loudly, not harming either of them, but surprising Eun Soo to no extend. His eyes closed, furrow frowned much like hers, Choi Young moaned and finally started to relax. The warmth of their breaths mixed, and the lighting subsided… Wide eyes stared at tearful eyes, and their breaths were exhaled… Her hands reached to his face, cupping his clean shaven cheek.

"You… you feel so good." He let out a second deep breath and kissed her lips. Her words cut through the path of concentration he was attempting to summon, drowning his protest in a moan. Finally he rocked against her, and she let out a soft high pitched moan, and if it weren't because his hands held her shoulders she would have gone trashing all over the bed; her hands abandoned his sides, falling and fisting with the covers under her, her eyes closed and her mouth opened. "Daejang!" She said as he moved again, this time pressing hard against her hips. Eun Soo managed to circle her hips as he pressed home, and it proved to be their undoing.

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Choi Young would swear, before King, court and country, that he blacked out.

He didn't pass out, he blacked out which is very different.

Eun Soo would swear before any living breathing being that he passed out.

She received his weight, feeling his trembling and, inside her, leaps of joy; as his essence flooded her soul. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, keeping him exactly where he was and not wanting to let go. Choi Young rested his nose against her nose, eyes closed and upon closer inspection apparently asleep. Eun Soo chuckled with delight, and managed to make him respond to her tender caresses, with little grunts and sighs, whispering to him how loved he was. How simple life was when love was between them.

"Young-ah." She whispered softly, still wrapped around him, "You passed out."

"I did not!" He exclaimed, surprised and lifting to look down at her… only to have Eun Soo kiss his lips. They both chuckled, the sound kept between them. "I did not pass out."

"I won't tell, don't worry."

"I did NOT pass out." And skillfully, almost as dancing with his sword, he managed to move them to opposite positions. Now over the small bed, her soft body dropped over his, Choi Young kissed her lips, still hungry for her. Eun Soo sighed, and managed to cover both of them with the covers, smiling as she did, dropping kissed over his chest after the simple task was done. "Imja."

"Hmm?"

"This bed is too small for us."

"You notice too?"

"But I think it's perfect."

"Why?"

"Where else would you sleep if not all over me?"

"Ah! You pervert Daejang!" She said, swatting his arm playfully, and after laughing leaned to rest over his shoulder. "You must be tired."

"Not that much." He responded, eyes closed. "I had some rest a few days back."

Again her head shot up. "A few days back? You promised to rest!"

"And I did, only because you made me promise. I slept four hours each night, but after the Vice General got injured I was too worried to sleep."

"He'll be fine;" She said soflty, answering his unvoiced question. "It was serious but now that he's resting I'm sure he'll be up and running in no time."

"Not before I scold him."

"What? Why are you scolding him?" He didn't answer, eyes closed as she stared at him; Choi Young could not tell her that those injuries the Vice General now sported were meant for him.

"He had orders and did not follow them, even if he survives he has to be punished." After all he'd sent orders for his men not to get in the way of his attacks, not after Dol Bek. They were quiet for a while, basking in their loving embrace; Choi Young's hand moved softly up and down her hip, fingers tickling her from time to time, while her head rested over his shoulder, hand over his chest. Their legs were tangled between sheets and skin, and his erection cradled against her stomach. But there was no hurry for loving, there were less than a hundred years for them, yes, but together she was sure they would probably live enough to last them the rest of their future lifetimes; and even if they reincarnated again and again, Eun Soo would look for him, and if found, live with him again. And again. And again…

A knock on the door made him tense and sit up, settling her softly on the bed as he did so. She hurried to cover her naked form, giving a sudden gasp of surprise. "General, a meal has been arranged for you and High Doctor. We will set it outside the door." Said Dae Man as a soft rustling was heard. Choi Young let out the breath he'd sharply taken in.

"Leave it there." He responded seriously, as Eun Soo covered her blushing face.

"Dear havens." She said softly. "They know I'm here!"

"You are my wife, Imja, where else would you be?" And she laughed to herself, covering her face with the covers. "Imja." He said playfully, amused by her reaction. "Imja, look here." The bundle of clothes refused to be looked upon, and made him reach beneath the covers, making her laugh out loud.

"Young-ah!"

"Why are you hiding when they are not here?"

"Embarrassment."

"Before it wouldn't have worried you."

"And something still don't; but they know I'm here!" And she hid against his shoulder, "And they know what we were doing!" He smiled, unable to help himself; if the WooDalChi knew what they were doing then it meant that the news would probably spread, and by the end of the day his seal over the High doctor would be set. NO matter who wanted her they would not be able to have her, because she was his. Yet he hoped not many people found out, because her protection was precious to him; he wouldn't want anyone coming after Eun Soo just to hurt him.

"Isn't Imja hungry?" He asked suddenly, making her part form him, looking up.

"Yes, go fetch the food."

"You only think of food, don't you?"

"No, I also think of you." And she dropped a kiss over his chin, parting and waving him off to fetch the meal. He chuckled and quickly found his robes, putting on his trousers, and the bathrobe he'd been wearing before; he tied it securely and moved to the door. Imja had not moved from her place over the bed, and upon seeing him walk to the door covered herself from head to toe, amusing Choi Young to no end. He opened the doors and found two trays with side dishes and two bowls of rice soup, over one of the trays there was a thick red roll, usually meaning it was from the royal household, and curious he lifted the tray and set it inside; the second tray was also brought in and the doors were closed.

Once the doors were closed he took the tray over to Eun Soo, who asked if it was alright to uncover. "Yes, here is your meal, Imja." She quickly uncovered and keeping the sheets around her breasts and body looked down at the meal.

"Ommo! This is better than room service!" She spoke quickly, making him frown and turn to look for his own meal. He set it over the table, where the bottle of aspirin sat, but took the roll and moved to the bed, sitting beside her legs. She had already stuffed her mouth and looked curiously at the roll as well. Choi Young opened the item and unfolded the thick materials.

"It seems the king is pleased and wishes to celebrate our return."

"Why?"

"He sends this invitation for a royal banquet to be held in two days, we are both invited, as well as the WooDalChi camp." And Choi Young handed her, or attempted to, the roll. She shook her head.

"You know I can't read those." She said referring to the Chinese characters. "I've been learning."

"Then what about the letters…?"

"I still have them but I don't know what they say." He smiled, and leaned to kiss her rice flavored lips; "Won't you read them to me?"

"No;" He parted from her, lifting to find his own bowl of soup and sipping. She complained at his answer only to watch him smile at her. "Learn diligently, and when you are well versed in reading then read those letters yourself."

"Daejang you are mean."

He didn't answer, but watched her pout and turned away, finishing his soup. Then reached for the freshly peeled nuts… The flavor was fresh and Choi Young wondered on how to thank the Suribang for such wonderful meal. He would deal with that later. He sat back on bed, and stole one or two of the peeled nuts from her tray, making her eat quickly and without wasting much, and set her tray on the floor. Choi Young stared at her, surprised, and then watched her cast aside the sheets and climb over his lap again, kissing him. The taste of nuts and Eun Soo suddenly invaded him, and the man was helpless to stop the assault.

"Daejang." She said, sounding profoundly affected by something. "Have you any idea how sexy you look doing absolutely nothing but standing around?"

"What does… that… word… mean?" He asked between kissed, helping Eun Soo remove his clothes in desperation; sinking his hardened length into her wet center and making her moan loudly.

"You don't need to know." She gasped out, riding his hips. His hands lifted to hold her hips, squeezing there, eyes closing as she leaned to push him to bed, to surrounding he head with her forearms and to kiss his lips. Electricity traced itself a path up her spine, from the tips of his fingers, and into his nervous system through the surface of her lips; making them both moan in delight. So this was why they had to share their Ki?

Ignoring the sensation, Choi Young lifted his hips to meet hers, as Eun Soo moaned against into his mouth; surprised and delighted at his invasion. Her hair was messed by his slim fingers, her body pressed tightly against him; their recent lovemaking having worked her body into perfection and about to achieve it, she simple released herself to him…

Now it was her time to black out.

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"We can't continue this." He said softly, holding her from behind, wrapped around her skin as a winter duvet, and making her eyes open and head turn to him. The words, sudden and said in a low tone, made Eun Soo worry.

"What do you mean?"

"The first time… Imja was mine we were able to… together…" His emotions were plain on his face and it made Eun Soo turn in his arms, and kiss his chin. Her hands over his shoulders again, his desire pressed against her stomach. "We should be… able… again, right?"

She gave it a thought, she was surgeon and although she'd had some relationships in the past (or future, the point of view was really out of whack here) Eun Soo had to consider this one very well. "Well… if we continue to practice real hard I'm sure eventually we will. Is Imja not pleased?"

"I'm beyond pleased, trust me. It just makes me wonder." He answered quickly, not wanting to make her feel bad.

"Maybe we just need more foreplay."

And he stared at her, much the same as she attempted to explain the Wolf number.

"What?" Leave it to a man from then Goryeo period, or any time period, to wonder what foreplay was. But in truth Eun Soo knew it was their bodies betraying them; they had waiting for so long, with so much stimuli surrounding them, and then that terrible wait… probably their psyche out of order? She rose to lean on her bend arm, a cascade of red framing her face and part of her neck; her free hand was between them, as Choi Young lifted to adopt a similar position.

"Young-ah?"

"Yes Imja?"

"We've been here playing doctor all day, what kind of way is that to spen da day?"

"You want to go out and face the boys?" Her face turned red, her hand lifting to swat his shoulder, surprised while Choi Young simply smiled. It woudl have been called a smirk, but he was too tired to smirk.

"We haven't rested!" He gave a smile and a tired chuckle, eyes closing and opening slowly. "Let's sleep for a little while, alright?" She snuggled against his neck, her hand holding his side, and his head fell softly against her nose against her hair and eyes closing. Choi Young was quick to lean against her and take in a slow deep breath, exhaling quietly against Eun Soo's skin, making her snuggled closer, if physically possible.

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She was still asleep.

Imja must have had a long night so she was still in deep slumber, totally unaware of him resting against her. He was quiet as he lifted, hand settled against her skin, unwilling to wake Eun Soo up. His eyes traveled over her calm face, studying her, committing to memory each and every feature; her closed eyes and calmly fluttering eyelids, the parted lips showing off the pearls of white, her hair crowning her round face, and the nose where that little birthmark sat. Choi Young smiled, hand lifting and caressing her neck softly. His eyes closed, taking longer than really necessary to open, and when they did they found Eun Soo's eyes staring at him, a calm stare shared between lovers. He wanted to point out that it was probably near sunset, or even to tell her their meal must have gotten cold, but such things were irrelevant right now. So he leaned and placed a kiss on the shrine of her lips, been welcomed.

Eun Soo always welcomed Choi Young.

They moved quietly towards each other. Eun Soo sighed at his gentleness and reciprocated full heartedly, Choi Young leaned to kiss her and they merged in perfect harmony; she was suddenly inside of him, her breaths leaving his mouth and her sweat running down her back. They made love languidly simply enjoying the fact that they were together. Electricity didn't seem to bother either of them because slowly a storm swirled between and inside of them. Again they were one, they were an us now; one being capable of sharing two bodies and one mind while two minds continued to battle over one body. It didn't matter because their heart gathered all differences and threw them out the window, the only thing that mattered here was her in him and Choi Young around Eun Soo.

Suddenly she was catapulting his body into release, been dragged by the hands fisted around hers. There were no cries or shouts, a simple moan from her part and probably a grunt from his; neither was too sure. Because all that mattered was the sudden release of energy and how it enveloped their bodies in tight spasms and tenderness.

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Author's Ramblings: did you guys at what this chapter was about? Because it got out of hand at some point and I'm not very sure myself what happened here. It took four days to write and not because of the lack of ideas but because I had no idea on how to write the ideas down. ¿ . ?

I almost died while writing the last part.