Disclaimers; Wu and Sally are not mine, and it' simply not fair I tell you! It's not fair at all!.... Anyway, they belong to Sotesu.
Wow!!
Thanks to all those who review this. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! *Runs around hugging everyone enthuastically*
It's nice to see so many WuFei/Sally fans out there! I love the interaction between these characters. Especially humorous fics. But, I'm not good at humor... so, it has to be drama. Sorry.
I hope this chapter is satisfactory for you. :)
Again, Sally is 22 while WuFei is 20.....
SINS OF SILENCE.
Chapter 6.
Playing With Fire.
*I want to be the face you see, when you close your eyes.*
Sally had no idea as to why she was backing away from her partner, but she was.
Perhaps that his promise becoming a reality was a little overwhelming.
Perhaps it was just the way he was looking at her.
The way he moved was graceful as always, but at that moment it was a calculating grace. WuFei was moving almost predatory. It made her think of some kind of cat. The image leapt into her mind.
A panther. That was what WuFei reminded her of at that moment.
A sleek, dark, fierce panther.
And dangerous too.
*I wan to be the touch you need every single night.*
"WuFei...?"
Then he moved forward, in the blink of an eye he had her in his arms, his lips moving down over her lashes to her nose, and then to her cheeks. Her lips were tasted and savored anew.
Sally tried again, "WuFei..."
His hand tangled in her hair, wouldn't allow her to evade his sensual assault. Her resulting gasp allowed him to slip past her lips into the warmth of her mouth. WuFei let the tip of his tongue tease and taste, sliding up the roof of her mouth to her teeth in a tantalizing tickle as his midnight eyes involuntarily slipped half closed.
"I need you Sally...." He whispered into her mouth.
She groaned. With a tiny smile, WuFei sipped the husky sound from her lips. "And this time there'll be no interruptions...."
His long, languorous kisses and sinuous words made Sally feel exquisitely feminine, and voluptuously sensual. He let his mouth travel across her shoulder, pushing the light shirt out of his way, moving to her vulnerable throat, flicking his tongue lightly to drag a strangled sound from her.
Her heart racing, his next words shocked her in the intensity of their need.
"Let me make love to you, Sally."
*I want to be your fantasy, and your reality.*
She leaned back to look at his face and was surprised when he instantly let her go.
Sally took an uncertain step back once more at the hunger in his gaze, the raw need and desire there. It was almost frightening. Such passion in those eyes, eyes that seemed to have been created for that emotion. Locked in his own battle, his head tipped back and his eyes slid closed. Chest rising and falling as if he'd been running, arms hanging tense at his sides.
And she drew a shaky breath as Sally realized that he was giving her a chance to leave. WuFei was giving her the freedom to choose, even now.
Such a contradiction, sheer longing and powerful uncertainty.
But Sally knew once she agreed now, there would be no turning back. WuFei was at the very edge of his self control, a few more steps and he would be at the point of no return.
But this is what Sally always longed to see.
She wanted to experience his passion unleashed.
"WuFei...."
WuFei heart raced as he recognized the surrender in her voice. The softly spoken word more powerful than any entreaties Sally could have uttered. He opened his eyes and Sally could see the relief there.
*And everything between.*
"You want this?" he asked, but it was more stated than queried. Sally heard the note in his voice, simultaneously rough and smooth. His low voice a familiar husky timber that had powers she would never let him know about. A voice that could melt her reservations and cause her temperature to rise in ways Sally never knew existed.
Sally could not deny it to herself anymore than she could deny her heart to stop beating at that instant. She nodded, speechlessly as her gaze was held transfixed by his own.
"Sally? Speechless?" came the soft tease, his smooth voice tender.
When she refused to answer, he stalked forward once more his hand closing around her own. Sally raised her eyes to his face as WuFei raised her hands to his lips, as she had done earlier, kissing the curling fingertips. The raw sensual pleasure of his tongue sipping at her flesh causing Sally to gasp lightly.
She stared helplessly as he took her other lifeless hand and lifted it to the hard curve of his lips. Lips that were not pressed in disapproval for once. Each fingertip, he kissed, and then sucked gently. The warmth of his mouth and the touch of a gentle tongue caressing callused and sensitive ridges of her fingertips caused Sally to moan lightly. She felt weak at the intimate contact that his mouth produced, swirling across her fingertips .
He lowered her hands and regarded her carefully in a way that made her feel very inexperienced, though she was his senior.
"You're frightened." He stated.
*I want you to need me. Like the air you breathe.*
Sally's eyes widened a little. WuFei was mocking her.
She straightened pulled away and retorted. "I'm not afraid of you, Chang WuFei!"
"I hope not." WuFei replied easily. "You aren't frightened of this either?"
'This' proved to be WuFei darting forward and sweeping Sally into his arms easily, then depositing her onto the bed. He then lowered his body onto hers as she lay full length on the covers, her head slightly elevated on the pillow.
WuFei leaned on his elbows at her sides, his thigh pressing intimately into hers, the heat there causing a fiery response to course through her own body. So close she could feel the pounding pulses of where their bodies touched.
Need answering need.
"Are you Sally?" WuFei murmured against her throat.
"No." she acknowledged, arching her neck to receive the moist exploration of his mouth again, it's gently softness sending quivers of delight down her arched spine. The burning heat of his tongue scorched her delicate nerve endings as he followed a trail down to her collarbone then across and up
Sally couldn't think. The tantalizing kisses WuFei was pressing against her mouth absorbed all of her attention. Even breathing became an conscious act of will. Each time WuFei's mouth moved, Sally forgot something new, and it was forever moving.
*I want you to feel me. In everything.*
WuFei's hands, which had been cool, were like hot brands as they bound her to him, massaging the shirt against her sensitive skin. Sally burned where they touched, tracing down her neck across her flesh, teasing her lightly.
His mouth, warm and dizzyingly clever, devoured any resistance Sally might have had. She arched, not in protest, but in pleasure, welcoming WuFei's intricate exploration.
Sally had barely skimmed the surface of her sexuality during her forays into romance and now she was plunged to wild and tumultuous depths, and shot to the heavens in the space of a heartbeat.
Moving suddenly, with impatience, Sally reached out one hand to unbutton the ivory buttons down the front of his shirt, swiftly and economically accomplishing the task. Her impatient hands pushed the edges back so that her hungry eyes could rest on the expanse of bronze flesh she succeeded baring to her view.
Then she reached forward again and heard WuFei draw a deep breath and she changed her target in the last instant to grasp at long loose strands of ebony hair hanging over his shoulders.
With it, Sally began to trace torturous patterns across his chest.
WuFei tensed at each pass of the sense tingling mane, until he finally broke to avoid the sweet torment.
*I want you to see me. In your every dream.*
With a tiny seductive smile at WuFei's labored breathing, she reached to embrace him, letting her hands roam over his shoulders, pushing the shirt down to his forearms which clenched at the brief cares of skin to skin. Gently she traced along his chest feeling it tense at the contact, then slid her hands beneath his arms and down and around over his ribs, pulling him closer until her fingertips met at the small of his back.
Sally gasped at the feel of his warm skin sliding under her attuned nerve endings. She continued slipping her hands down his back, pulling the shirt off of him at last.
She stilled when WuFei halted her movements abruptly.
Then, delicately, as carefully as Sally had watched him ease the skin from his mandarin earlier that day, he opened her shirt and pulled it down. Sally arched up to him and pressed hard against him, her boldness increasing. WuFei held her there for a long moment, bare skin to bare skin, as if to establish the reality of the moment. They both experienced a shock of delight at the latest frontier crossed.
Then he broke away and they delicately began negotiating each other as they lay close. Discarding clothing as they went. Their earlier fire was no less intense, but there was a gentleness in it now. Caught up in a dueling of moist, exhaustive kisses, drawing close and pulling away, as if to renew the sensation of coming together for the first time.
*The way that I taste you, feel you, breathe you. Need you.*
Then with a controlled purposeful urgency WuFei was kissing her throat, moving down her body with a patience she would not have foreseen, Sally snaked against him and sank back against the bed, shuddering at each kiss as though it were a touch directly to her heart.
It might as well have been.
She pulled WuFei up to her, and hugged her face tightly to his, all her nakedness pressed hard against his, goaded by a fresh surge of desire at the feel of his arousal against her. His hips pressed against her own, determinedly parting her thighs. Sally reached for WuFei with her whole body, desperate to draw him in. She shifted between aching anticipation as she sensed the force of his own desire for her, and the total sensuousness of her own vulnerability.
But WuFei teased her, pressing, pausing, and then drawing away. In frustration, Sally bit him hard on his dark shoulder, though not hard enough to draw blood.
The Chinese youth stilled completely at the torrent of pleasure the movement caused to flow within him.
Suddenly WuFei was terrified of what he was about to do. The enormity of the act hit him full force.
"Too much... " he gasped, pulling back. "It's too much... like, like... falling... I felt..."
Sally rapidly drew him close to her, putting his faltering courage onto its predetermined path.
"I'm falling too, WuFei.... " She whispered. "When it gets too much.... You don't pull back... You jump!"
Obsidian depths met sapphire heavens for an instant.
Then WuFei took her face into her hands and quietly he looked at her; it was as if he feared his passion, his emotions separated them too much. And WuFei wanted to know he reached her as she had reached him.
*I want you to need me.... Like I need you.*
He could jump... She would always be there to catch him.
In a moment still and delicate, he solemnly said her name and kissed her eyes, her mouth, as if to establish the reality of her presence.
Then with one firm, cautious motion, as if he feared hurting her, he entered her body. She closed about him, instantly lost in a sense of plummeting and ascending.
That first immersion was a sweet caress. The ultimate one, reaching deeply into her, past all walls.
Sally arched, as honey flowed through her limbs at WuFei's intimate touch. His movement within became her own, erasing the boundary between bodies.
Once, the Chinese paused to turn and gaze at her expression in the dim light, reveling in the sight of her sapphire eyes, her love-soaked delirium.
Then, while gently attacking her ear, her neck, her mouth with a rain of kisses, WuFei began to move more ardently within her. Yet still it was a caress.
Sally marveled that the youth knew the precise moment when the flames burned high enough that a whisper could not be heard and gentleness was no longer wanted.
*I want to be the eyes that look deep into your soul.*
WuFei held back as long as was humanely possible, his body straining against its self imposed bonds, but he was no match for the fire that threatened to overwhelm them both
No longer strong leading weak, masculine invading feminine, they were equal.
Not falling but rising faster, higher, until the fire that filled them exploded in a final burst of brightness.
A fire that had started with the flame of necessity and dependence, and had taken them across the world, around space, through friendship, into the blaze of passion.
He shuddered once in her arms; as helpless as she was. Sally kissed his closed eyes as he clung to her, as they clung to each other. She tried to hold him there as long as possible. Peace and contentment rolled over her.
Sally was breathing love instead of air at that moment, looking with wonder at the powerful sleek youth gone limp atop her. The memory of the flood of pleasure lay about her still like a soft haze surrounding her, them. Sally lay still, not wanting to disturb WuFei because that precious weight pressing her into the bed helped Sally to hold onto the memory. It allowed her to hold onto 'him.'
*I want to be the world to you. I want it all.*
At last he struggled to one side. "WuFei, don't move." She whispered.
"I'm crushing you."
"No, and if you were I wouldn't care. Promise me you won't move."
Their gazes met and both softly laughed, sensing in that moment they were one again, that years of words, of understanding were exchanged.
Sally fell asleep, half atop him, one hand enclosed in his, her head resting on his chest. Her sleep was peaceful.
WuFei was awake longer, watching her as she lay atop him, as looking as contented as he had felt.
Had felt.
But now, now WuFei worried. What were they going to do now, about this bewildering power they wielded over each other? He knew much about her, but he also knew so little. She had told him what he wanted to know. But there were a myriad of questions WuFei could not bring himself to ask. He would see brief flashes of pain and he would stop. He was weak.
But Sally she was strong. She was not a burden attached to him, she was his center. He had stumbled on another necessity of life, of his life - air, water, food, knowledge- and Sally.
Justice's cruelest trick was her greatest gift; freedom's end and freedom's beginning. WuFei knew that he could not work or live without this beautiful woman near him, watching him with those ingenious cerulean eyes.
He would protect her, even if he could not protect himself.
*I want to be your deepest kiss. The answer to your every wish.*
Dawn woke Sally, and with it the awareness of a strange place. Then came sleep-fogged memories saturated with pleasure, and she was aware of another, a beloved, in the bed. She shifted closer, seeking the feel of his skin, almost hot, against hers. Then she drew an arm around him and lay in that half world unwilling to fully wake. She dozed in WuFei's warmth, feeling content once more. WuFei's own words.
At Sally's touch, his mind came to clarity at once, he rolled over and rose up, poised over her. Sally looked up at him in her fuzzy minded state again the feeling of contentment washed over her.
Contentment.....It was a good word.
Carefully he smoothed the hair from her forehead, then kissed it.
"Sally, he said softly once. Then she blinked sleepily as he disappeared from her line of sight, and calmed when he reappeared once more a few instants later. But attention was drawn to his hand. The object there glinting in the morning light as he held it up for her to view.
*I want to be all you ever need.*
She could only watch as he took her hand and slipped the golden band onto her finger.
Sally stared at the ring with wide eyes as WuFei withdrew, still silent. When her eyes rose to meet his own, WuFei lifted his left hand, showing her an identical ring on his own finger. The bronze hand was trembling, his dark eyes bright, but no words issued from his mouth.
He seemed to say that she would make this decision without any influence from him. Then he leaned and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, got out of the bed and murmured, "See you at work."
Leaving a still stunned Sally Po lying staring helplessly at the ring on her hand.
*I want you to need me.... Like I need you.*
To Be Continued....
Out of the blue?... Perhaps.....OCC?..... I don't believe so.
I would imagine that WuFei would feel honor-bound to marry after what he'd done. Whether Sally will agree is another matter entirely...
Ok.... I'm not sure I liked how that chapter turned out... I'm no good at writing lemons.
Too scared.
It started out okay, then it got more and more bloody poetic as I went on....
I wanted emotion in their act, not just passion. That's why I had Duo interrupt them the last time. And it's hard to follow the gym scene. That was a bout of inspiration, this was work.
I don't know if I managed it...
Anyway..... Just a chapter to go.
Then., finished. ^__^
Yet another Celine Dion song.... I love her songs though, and they all have such lovely lyrics. This one was called 'I want you to need me.'
Oh, and please review.^__^
Wow!!
Thanks to all those who review this. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! *Runs around hugging everyone enthuastically*
It's nice to see so many WuFei/Sally fans out there! I love the interaction between these characters. Especially humorous fics. But, I'm not good at humor... so, it has to be drama. Sorry.
I hope this chapter is satisfactory for you. :)
Again, Sally is 22 while WuFei is 20.....
SINS OF SILENCE.
Chapter 6.
Playing With Fire.
*I want to be the face you see, when you close your eyes.*
Sally had no idea as to why she was backing away from her partner, but she was.
Perhaps that his promise becoming a reality was a little overwhelming.
Perhaps it was just the way he was looking at her.
The way he moved was graceful as always, but at that moment it was a calculating grace. WuFei was moving almost predatory. It made her think of some kind of cat. The image leapt into her mind.
A panther. That was what WuFei reminded her of at that moment.
A sleek, dark, fierce panther.
And dangerous too.
*I wan to be the touch you need every single night.*
"WuFei...?"
Then he moved forward, in the blink of an eye he had her in his arms, his lips moving down over her lashes to her nose, and then to her cheeks. Her lips were tasted and savored anew.
Sally tried again, "WuFei..."
His hand tangled in her hair, wouldn't allow her to evade his sensual assault. Her resulting gasp allowed him to slip past her lips into the warmth of her mouth. WuFei let the tip of his tongue tease and taste, sliding up the roof of her mouth to her teeth in a tantalizing tickle as his midnight eyes involuntarily slipped half closed.
"I need you Sally...." He whispered into her mouth.
She groaned. With a tiny smile, WuFei sipped the husky sound from her lips. "And this time there'll be no interruptions...."
His long, languorous kisses and sinuous words made Sally feel exquisitely feminine, and voluptuously sensual. He let his mouth travel across her shoulder, pushing the light shirt out of his way, moving to her vulnerable throat, flicking his tongue lightly to drag a strangled sound from her.
Her heart racing, his next words shocked her in the intensity of their need.
"Let me make love to you, Sally."
*I want to be your fantasy, and your reality.*
She leaned back to look at his face and was surprised when he instantly let her go.
Sally took an uncertain step back once more at the hunger in his gaze, the raw need and desire there. It was almost frightening. Such passion in those eyes, eyes that seemed to have been created for that emotion. Locked in his own battle, his head tipped back and his eyes slid closed. Chest rising and falling as if he'd been running, arms hanging tense at his sides.
And she drew a shaky breath as Sally realized that he was giving her a chance to leave. WuFei was giving her the freedom to choose, even now.
Such a contradiction, sheer longing and powerful uncertainty.
But Sally knew once she agreed now, there would be no turning back. WuFei was at the very edge of his self control, a few more steps and he would be at the point of no return.
But this is what Sally always longed to see.
She wanted to experience his passion unleashed.
"WuFei...."
WuFei heart raced as he recognized the surrender in her voice. The softly spoken word more powerful than any entreaties Sally could have uttered. He opened his eyes and Sally could see the relief there.
*And everything between.*
"You want this?" he asked, but it was more stated than queried. Sally heard the note in his voice, simultaneously rough and smooth. His low voice a familiar husky timber that had powers she would never let him know about. A voice that could melt her reservations and cause her temperature to rise in ways Sally never knew existed.
Sally could not deny it to herself anymore than she could deny her heart to stop beating at that instant. She nodded, speechlessly as her gaze was held transfixed by his own.
"Sally? Speechless?" came the soft tease, his smooth voice tender.
When she refused to answer, he stalked forward once more his hand closing around her own. Sally raised her eyes to his face as WuFei raised her hands to his lips, as she had done earlier, kissing the curling fingertips. The raw sensual pleasure of his tongue sipping at her flesh causing Sally to gasp lightly.
She stared helplessly as he took her other lifeless hand and lifted it to the hard curve of his lips. Lips that were not pressed in disapproval for once. Each fingertip, he kissed, and then sucked gently. The warmth of his mouth and the touch of a gentle tongue caressing callused and sensitive ridges of her fingertips caused Sally to moan lightly. She felt weak at the intimate contact that his mouth produced, swirling across her fingertips .
He lowered her hands and regarded her carefully in a way that made her feel very inexperienced, though she was his senior.
"You're frightened." He stated.
*I want you to need me. Like the air you breathe.*
Sally's eyes widened a little. WuFei was mocking her.
She straightened pulled away and retorted. "I'm not afraid of you, Chang WuFei!"
"I hope not." WuFei replied easily. "You aren't frightened of this either?"
'This' proved to be WuFei darting forward and sweeping Sally into his arms easily, then depositing her onto the bed. He then lowered his body onto hers as she lay full length on the covers, her head slightly elevated on the pillow.
WuFei leaned on his elbows at her sides, his thigh pressing intimately into hers, the heat there causing a fiery response to course through her own body. So close she could feel the pounding pulses of where their bodies touched.
Need answering need.
"Are you Sally?" WuFei murmured against her throat.
"No." she acknowledged, arching her neck to receive the moist exploration of his mouth again, it's gently softness sending quivers of delight down her arched spine. The burning heat of his tongue scorched her delicate nerve endings as he followed a trail down to her collarbone then across and up
Sally couldn't think. The tantalizing kisses WuFei was pressing against her mouth absorbed all of her attention. Even breathing became an conscious act of will. Each time WuFei's mouth moved, Sally forgot something new, and it was forever moving.
*I want you to feel me. In everything.*
WuFei's hands, which had been cool, were like hot brands as they bound her to him, massaging the shirt against her sensitive skin. Sally burned where they touched, tracing down her neck across her flesh, teasing her lightly.
His mouth, warm and dizzyingly clever, devoured any resistance Sally might have had. She arched, not in protest, but in pleasure, welcoming WuFei's intricate exploration.
Sally had barely skimmed the surface of her sexuality during her forays into romance and now she was plunged to wild and tumultuous depths, and shot to the heavens in the space of a heartbeat.
Moving suddenly, with impatience, Sally reached out one hand to unbutton the ivory buttons down the front of his shirt, swiftly and economically accomplishing the task. Her impatient hands pushed the edges back so that her hungry eyes could rest on the expanse of bronze flesh she succeeded baring to her view.
Then she reached forward again and heard WuFei draw a deep breath and she changed her target in the last instant to grasp at long loose strands of ebony hair hanging over his shoulders.
With it, Sally began to trace torturous patterns across his chest.
WuFei tensed at each pass of the sense tingling mane, until he finally broke to avoid the sweet torment.
*I want you to see me. In your every dream.*
With a tiny seductive smile at WuFei's labored breathing, she reached to embrace him, letting her hands roam over his shoulders, pushing the shirt down to his forearms which clenched at the brief cares of skin to skin. Gently she traced along his chest feeling it tense at the contact, then slid her hands beneath his arms and down and around over his ribs, pulling him closer until her fingertips met at the small of his back.
Sally gasped at the feel of his warm skin sliding under her attuned nerve endings. She continued slipping her hands down his back, pulling the shirt off of him at last.
She stilled when WuFei halted her movements abruptly.
Then, delicately, as carefully as Sally had watched him ease the skin from his mandarin earlier that day, he opened her shirt and pulled it down. Sally arched up to him and pressed hard against him, her boldness increasing. WuFei held her there for a long moment, bare skin to bare skin, as if to establish the reality of the moment. They both experienced a shock of delight at the latest frontier crossed.
Then he broke away and they delicately began negotiating each other as they lay close. Discarding clothing as they went. Their earlier fire was no less intense, but there was a gentleness in it now. Caught up in a dueling of moist, exhaustive kisses, drawing close and pulling away, as if to renew the sensation of coming together for the first time.
*The way that I taste you, feel you, breathe you. Need you.*
Then with a controlled purposeful urgency WuFei was kissing her throat, moving down her body with a patience she would not have foreseen, Sally snaked against him and sank back against the bed, shuddering at each kiss as though it were a touch directly to her heart.
It might as well have been.
She pulled WuFei up to her, and hugged her face tightly to his, all her nakedness pressed hard against his, goaded by a fresh surge of desire at the feel of his arousal against her. His hips pressed against her own, determinedly parting her thighs. Sally reached for WuFei with her whole body, desperate to draw him in. She shifted between aching anticipation as she sensed the force of his own desire for her, and the total sensuousness of her own vulnerability.
But WuFei teased her, pressing, pausing, and then drawing away. In frustration, Sally bit him hard on his dark shoulder, though not hard enough to draw blood.
The Chinese youth stilled completely at the torrent of pleasure the movement caused to flow within him.
Suddenly WuFei was terrified of what he was about to do. The enormity of the act hit him full force.
"Too much... " he gasped, pulling back. "It's too much... like, like... falling... I felt..."
Sally rapidly drew him close to her, putting his faltering courage onto its predetermined path.
"I'm falling too, WuFei.... " She whispered. "When it gets too much.... You don't pull back... You jump!"
Obsidian depths met sapphire heavens for an instant.
Then WuFei took her face into her hands and quietly he looked at her; it was as if he feared his passion, his emotions separated them too much. And WuFei wanted to know he reached her as she had reached him.
*I want you to need me.... Like I need you.*
He could jump... She would always be there to catch him.
In a moment still and delicate, he solemnly said her name and kissed her eyes, her mouth, as if to establish the reality of her presence.
Then with one firm, cautious motion, as if he feared hurting her, he entered her body. She closed about him, instantly lost in a sense of plummeting and ascending.
That first immersion was a sweet caress. The ultimate one, reaching deeply into her, past all walls.
Sally arched, as honey flowed through her limbs at WuFei's intimate touch. His movement within became her own, erasing the boundary between bodies.
Once, the Chinese paused to turn and gaze at her expression in the dim light, reveling in the sight of her sapphire eyes, her love-soaked delirium.
Then, while gently attacking her ear, her neck, her mouth with a rain of kisses, WuFei began to move more ardently within her. Yet still it was a caress.
Sally marveled that the youth knew the precise moment when the flames burned high enough that a whisper could not be heard and gentleness was no longer wanted.
*I want to be the eyes that look deep into your soul.*
WuFei held back as long as was humanely possible, his body straining against its self imposed bonds, but he was no match for the fire that threatened to overwhelm them both
No longer strong leading weak, masculine invading feminine, they were equal.
Not falling but rising faster, higher, until the fire that filled them exploded in a final burst of brightness.
A fire that had started with the flame of necessity and dependence, and had taken them across the world, around space, through friendship, into the blaze of passion.
He shuddered once in her arms; as helpless as she was. Sally kissed his closed eyes as he clung to her, as they clung to each other. She tried to hold him there as long as possible. Peace and contentment rolled over her.
Sally was breathing love instead of air at that moment, looking with wonder at the powerful sleek youth gone limp atop her. The memory of the flood of pleasure lay about her still like a soft haze surrounding her, them. Sally lay still, not wanting to disturb WuFei because that precious weight pressing her into the bed helped Sally to hold onto the memory. It allowed her to hold onto 'him.'
*I want to be the world to you. I want it all.*
At last he struggled to one side. "WuFei, don't move." She whispered.
"I'm crushing you."
"No, and if you were I wouldn't care. Promise me you won't move."
Their gazes met and both softly laughed, sensing in that moment they were one again, that years of words, of understanding were exchanged.
Sally fell asleep, half atop him, one hand enclosed in his, her head resting on his chest. Her sleep was peaceful.
WuFei was awake longer, watching her as she lay atop him, as looking as contented as he had felt.
Had felt.
But now, now WuFei worried. What were they going to do now, about this bewildering power they wielded over each other? He knew much about her, but he also knew so little. She had told him what he wanted to know. But there were a myriad of questions WuFei could not bring himself to ask. He would see brief flashes of pain and he would stop. He was weak.
But Sally she was strong. She was not a burden attached to him, she was his center. He had stumbled on another necessity of life, of his life - air, water, food, knowledge- and Sally.
Justice's cruelest trick was her greatest gift; freedom's end and freedom's beginning. WuFei knew that he could not work or live without this beautiful woman near him, watching him with those ingenious cerulean eyes.
He would protect her, even if he could not protect himself.
*I want to be your deepest kiss. The answer to your every wish.*
Dawn woke Sally, and with it the awareness of a strange place. Then came sleep-fogged memories saturated with pleasure, and she was aware of another, a beloved, in the bed. She shifted closer, seeking the feel of his skin, almost hot, against hers. Then she drew an arm around him and lay in that half world unwilling to fully wake. She dozed in WuFei's warmth, feeling content once more. WuFei's own words.
At Sally's touch, his mind came to clarity at once, he rolled over and rose up, poised over her. Sally looked up at him in her fuzzy minded state again the feeling of contentment washed over her.
Contentment.....It was a good word.
Carefully he smoothed the hair from her forehead, then kissed it.
"Sally, he said softly once. Then she blinked sleepily as he disappeared from her line of sight, and calmed when he reappeared once more a few instants later. But attention was drawn to his hand. The object there glinting in the morning light as he held it up for her to view.
*I want to be all you ever need.*
She could only watch as he took her hand and slipped the golden band onto her finger.
Sally stared at the ring with wide eyes as WuFei withdrew, still silent. When her eyes rose to meet his own, WuFei lifted his left hand, showing her an identical ring on his own finger. The bronze hand was trembling, his dark eyes bright, but no words issued from his mouth.
He seemed to say that she would make this decision without any influence from him. Then he leaned and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, got out of the bed and murmured, "See you at work."
Leaving a still stunned Sally Po lying staring helplessly at the ring on her hand.
*I want you to need me.... Like I need you.*
To Be Continued....
Out of the blue?... Perhaps.....OCC?..... I don't believe so.
I would imagine that WuFei would feel honor-bound to marry after what he'd done. Whether Sally will agree is another matter entirely...
Ok.... I'm not sure I liked how that chapter turned out... I'm no good at writing lemons.
Too scared.
It started out okay, then it got more and more bloody poetic as I went on....
I wanted emotion in their act, not just passion. That's why I had Duo interrupt them the last time. And it's hard to follow the gym scene. That was a bout of inspiration, this was work.
I don't know if I managed it...
Anyway..... Just a chapter to go.
Then., finished. ^__^
Yet another Celine Dion song.... I love her songs though, and they all have such lovely lyrics. This one was called 'I want you to need me.'
Oh, and please review.^__^