Author Notes: Hello again, everyone! Here's the ChengQing wedding night at long last. I've tried to give a different spin to each wedding and accompanying wedding night, from WangXian to 3zun to SiRen. Hopefully, ChengQing is different as well. Enjoy :)

Unbetaed because jeangirlmy isn't into mature scenes.

- Chapter Start -

Jiang Cheng rounded the screen and saw a brand new wooden tub, almost twice the size of the battered one he usually bathed in. It was oblong in shape and made for two people. Wen Qing looked positively tiny in it, leaning back at the far end and smiling at him.

Surrounding the tub were a dozen lit oil lamps with the flame turned low. The light transformed the already alluring scene of Wen Qing in soapy bubbles into one that stole Jiang Cheng's breath away and made him want to spout nonsensical poetry.

He unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth and swallowed instead.

"So this was what A-Mei and A-Xiu were giggling about all evening," he said dryly. His throat was definitely dry enough for snark. And here he was, thinking it had something to do with Lan Wu although he couldn't imagine what. Or more truthfully, didn't want to.

"Yes, it was," Wen Qing said, giving a tiny eye roll. "A-Mei told me that on the way here."

He nodded, one part amused, another part touched and the rest just burning with embarrassment.

"I'll scold them tomorrow," he muttered, staring at a graceful neck and pale shoulders. Then he grimaced. "On second thoughts, I'd better not."

Wen Qing smiled, sitting up and lifting both hands to push her wet hair back. The water which came up to her collarbones earlier now barely covered her nipples.

Oh.

Jiang Cheng was suddenly aware of the many layers he wore, and how stifling and cumbersome they felt.

"Are you going to just stand there all night?"

"No!" He had removed his boots and socks earlier so he took off his robes and trousers, draping them over the screen. The appreciative gaze on his chest and arms made him preen until he realised he would have to strip naked before getting in the tub. His fingers stilled, already grasping the ties of his inner trousers.

'Well?" Wen Qing raised a queenly eyebrow, trying to repress a smile and failing.

Jiang Cheng pressed his own lips together as well, lest the words 'Turn around first' tumbled out.

"You said I could see all of you once we're married," she reminded him.

He stared at her.

She stared back.

Then he tipped his chin up. Fine. It wasn't like he had anything to be ashamed of. Yanking loose the ties, he let his inner trousers fall and stepped out of them.

Wen Qing's gaze zeroed in on his half hard state at once, sending a wave of goose bumps over his skin.

"There's that part I haven't seen yet," she said with a breathless note in her voice.

"I hope it pleases you," he replied with a strangled note in his.

In reply, she stood up, water sluicing down to reveal a slender body with pert breasts, a narrow waist and slim thighs, soapsuds clinging here and there.

Jiang Cheng's mouth dropped open, blood rushing upward to fill his face and roar in his ears, before rushing down again to pool between his thighs, so fast he felt lightheaded.

"Fair is fair," Wen Qing said. "I hope this pleases you in turn?"

The slight tremor in her voice made him realise that while her words were confident, her jaw was tight. Her chin was lifted but her face was flushed. Her eyes met his directly but her hands were fisted by her sides.

Gulping, Jiang Cheng found his tongue again.

"Everything," he growled and strode towards her. "Everything about you pleases me."

He stepped inside the tub, creating twin splashes one after the other, and grabbed her arm to pull her close. Her body collided against his with no clothes between them, her wet skin cool against his dry, hotter one.

"You're amazing," he said fervently into her hair and hugged her tightly. Then he released her just enough to cup her face and kiss her, missing the wet gleam of relief in her eyes.

She felt perfect against him, her softer curves moulding to the harder planes of his body like they were made for each other. He went from half hard to fully erect in seconds, pressed against her stomach, and tried to take a step back before-

"I can feel... that," she said against his lips.

His face flared with heat.

"Uhm. I should-"

"I should be worried if I couldn't. Right?"

Raising his head, he saw her eyes dancing and her lips smiling. Just like that, his embarrassment vanished. Or, not vanished, but it suddenly wasn't as important as... as... never mind, it wasn't important. He touched her, shaking fingers going down her cheeks and neck, across her shoulders and over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened against his palms and he groaned.

"Wait."

"What? Why?"

"We haven't bathed yet."

The breathless note in her voice was the only thing that stopped Jiang Cheng from protesting further. He released her and she sat down in the water again which put her on the same eye level with his-

He hurriedly sat down as well, his abrupt descent causing the bathwater to overflow with a splash that made her giggle behind her hand. Reaching over the side of the tub, she took a washcloth and handed it to him before taking one for herself.

"Maybe we could-" he began.

"It will be faster if we wash ourselves."

Jiang Cheng refused to admit she was right.

- o -

They bathed in an anticipative silence, quiet except for the sounds of water and helped by the glow from the oil lamps and the screen blocking out most of the breeze from the windows. The bathwater was tepid and the premium lotus soap fragrant. Jiang Cheng could have stayed in the tub forever except for the promise of something even better hanging between them, in the shy smiles and glances they exchanged, and the not so accidental nudges of their knees and toes.

Jiang Cheng finished bathing first and dropped the cloth in the water. Getting onto his knees, he reached for Wen Qing. She made no protest as he kissed her again, hands roaming boldly over her body as words of praise fell from his lips. Then he sat back on his heels and pulled her onto his lap, her legs on either side of his hips, sending more water over the tub.

"Better," he told her. "Put your arms around my neck."

"The floor is getting flooded..."

"It's fine. The bath area has the floor sloping down just a bit so the water can drain through a small hole. There, see that?"

"That's a clever - hey!"

He had grabbed her waist and raised her higher.

"Much better," he growled and placed his mouth on one of her breasts.

She gasped, tugging on his hair and squeezing his arms as he began tasting her. She was sweet and he couldn't get enough, licking and sucking while she squirmed against him and panted his name. It wasn't until his arms protested that he finally lowered her onto his lap again and kissed her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as he slid a hand over her stomach and then lower still.

Jiang Long had told him there was a spot that would please a woman only to not make that his first destination or he would be rebuffed. If it was the right time, she would welcome his touch. Jiang Cheng froze when Wen Qing uttered a squeak and tried to clamp her thighs together only to spread them wider to accommodate his hand. Her breaths grew shallow and quick just below his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she started moving against his fingers, sending more bathwater splashing out.

"A-Qing," Jiang Cheng muttered, "tell me, am I - is this... good?"

"Yes. Don't stop," she panted, shifting and squirming against him. "Just... just..."

"Yes?"

"Faster!"

"Ah. Right."

Grinning and elated, Jiang Cheng obliged, applying more pressure to the slick and swollen flesh he could feel. Wen Qing was rocking against him with soft little whimpers. All at once, she fell apart with a cry that sounded like the sweetest of music to his ears. He continued stroking her, guided by instinct as she panted and shook in his arms. He was so fixated on pleasing her that he didn't realise how close he was to release himself with his flesh trapped between her buttocks. As soon as he did, he made a mental grab for his slipping control, held it for a second, only to lose it when she slid backward, giving his length a final stroke that sent him right off the edge.

"Ahh!"

It was his turn to shudder, shocked eyes staring into hers as the water between them warmed and turned opaque.

"Sorry!" He gasped as soon as he could. "I... I couldn't hold..."

She smiled, eyes soft and cheeks flushed as she leaned forward to kiss him.

"A pity it happened underwater," she teased breathlessly. "I wanted to see that."

He choked at her words, heart still pounding, still coming down from that unexpected high.

"I was supposed to be inside-" he broke off and almost bit off his tongue.

Wen Qing laughed, making him scowl.

"I'm sure you can manage a second round," she said and stood up. "Oh!"

She grabbed his shoulder as her legs wobbled and he quickly held her other arm to steady her before standing up as well. There was a bucket of clean water nearby with a water dipper floating in it. The water was still warm.

"Close your eyes," he told her and carefully poured the water over her head, rinsing off the bits of suds. Then he did it again, splashing the rest of her clean, his eyes lingering on her curves and the rivulets of water running down. Her nipples which looked a little bruised in the light puckered again under his gaze, making his half hard flesh stir in response.

"I can if you're up for it," he told her seriously.

She flushed at that, eyelashes sweeping her cheeks before she smiled.

"I might," she allowed and half turned away to squeeze the water from her hair.

Jiang Cheng quickly rinsed himself clean and squeezed out his own hair. Then he helped her out from the tub and handed her a fluffy towel before taking one himself.

Wen Qing put on a clean inner robe and handed him another.

"I'll make some tea. We should drink something hot after such a late bath."

- o -

It didn't take long for the small kettle to boil and the tea to steep. In the meantime, they combed each other's hair and chatted a little about their eventful day, from getting up early in the morning to the challenges posted by Fourth and Sixth Uncles. Jiang Cheng admitted he owed a debt to Wei WuXian, Nie HuaiSang and HanGuang Jun for completing them on his behalf. They also touched on A-Yuan's antics which Jiang Cheng insisted was proof that he was truly Wei WuXian's son.

Of course they had far weightier subjects to discuss, like future responsibilities both separate and shared, but neither wanted 'real life' plans to intrude on their wedding night. It wasn't until they were sipping hot tea and sitting side by side that Wen Qing cleared her throat.

"How did you know to touch me... there?"

"Ah." Jiang Cheng's face prickled with heat. "Jiang Long gave me a bit of advice."

"Oh? That was nice of him."

"It was. What about you? You didn't seem too... er... shocked?"

Wen Qing gave a little cough.

"Sisi-jie explained some things. About men and women."

"Ah." It was his turn to cough. "That was good of her."

"It was. Although she told me far more than I needed to know."

"Oh. About her... past?"

Wen Qing wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"About her husband."

"Gah. Say no more."

"Master Lan was very-"

"A-Qing, please!"

"Fine."

Setting down their teacups, Jiang Cheng stood up and swept her up in his arms, startling a laugh from her. He carried her over to the bed and maneuvered both of them on the soft cotton sheets until he was leaning against the head rail and she was astride him. Then he untied his robe, parted the lapels and gave her a look. She answered his unspoken challenge by untying her robe and shrugging it off.

"I love you," he told her and kissed her, tasting the tea they had drunk. He was more than ready for a second round and thrilled to find his bride wasn't opposed to it if the small hands sliding over his chest and stomach were any indication. They drifted lower still until she was touching him and she looked up, eyes bright.

"Do you want to-"

"Can we try it like-"

Then they stopped and smiled, nodding in reply to each other's unfinished questions. Jiang Cheng placed a hand at Wen Qing's waist as she raised herself, his other hand holding himself upright.

"Are you ready?" He asked. "Should I-"

"No. I think I can."

Holding his enraptured gaze, she lowered herself and paused, breath hitching, when wet and sensitive flesh touched for the first time. Then she lowered herself a little more and took him inside her.

Jiang Cheng swallowed a curse as his heart pounded away, both hands now clamped around her waist. She was wet. He wanted to push up into her, but he didn't dare move lest his control slipped again. Besides, it was him breaching her - the least he could do was allow her to set the pace. Breathing slowly, he gritted his teeth and watched as she went lower and lower, feeling every sweet, torturous inch of her descent.

Midway, she paused and looked down, a frown drawing her delicate eyebrows together.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" He asked at once.

Shaking her head, she tightened her grip on his shoulders and, with a sharp inhale, drove herself down until she was sitting right on his hips. Jiang Cheng's hips jerked up at the sudden onslaught of sensation, of being forced into tight confines that almost tipped him over the edge.

"A-Qing! You don't have to force yourself!"

Looking at him, she shook her head and blinked a few times.

"I didn't want to draw it out," she admitted.

He stared at her, wide eyed and trying very hard not to think of where he was right now because if he did... swallowing, he cupped her cheek with a shaking hand.

"Does it hurt?"

She frowned, raised herself - he had to grab at his control again - and sank back down. Her frown cleared.

"No."

"Good," he breathed. He leaned forward to kiss her, groaning a bit as the angle shifted and slid his hand to where they were joined.

Their eyes met and they moved at the same time - her raising and lowering herself, him stroking and teasing. The sight of her, head tipping back and eyes fluttering closed, little moans falling from her lips as she rocked made it almost impossible for Jiang Cheng to hold on.

Somehow, he managed. It wasn't really due to his amateurish skills at pleasing her but because she trusted him to please her.

It didn't take her long to peak either. This time he felt her convulsions outside, against his fingers, and inside, squeezing him tight. With a cry, he tipped over the edge himself. Wen Qing, bless her, rose up a little, allowing him to thrust up into her a dozen or so times before he slumped back, panting, bringing her with him.

A minute or two passed while they caught their breaths. As soon as he could move, Jiang Cheng squirmed lower until he was lying on the pillow with Wen Qing resting on his chest. Sated and happy, he was about to doze off when she cleared her throat.

"Let me up, please. I need to wipe us clean."

Eyes blinking open, Jiang Cheng reluctantly released his hold on her.

"I'll do it," he muttered, but she slipped off him and stood up, shrugging on her robe.

"I've already seen all of you," he reminded her.

"And that's all you're going to see tonight," she shot back with a little grin before disappearing around the screen.

She was back in less than a minute with a washcloth wrung out. He took it from her with a muttered word of thanks, his self consciousness returning now that he was the only naked one. After a quick wipe, he set it aside and wore back his inner robe before pulling a sleepy Wen Qing into his arms.

"I love you," he told her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Love you too," she replied and poked him in the arm. "Now go to sleep. It's been a long day."

- Chapter End -

A/N: Thank you for reading! Phew, that was much harder to write than expected. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it, would love to hear from you all. Take care :)