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When Wufei didn't come home at his usual time, Ayame began to worry. He never usually strayed from his routine without calling first and if he didn't call Duo would call saying that he was kidnapping Wufei to get his mind off of work. Which usually ended with Wufei coming home completely exhausted, grumpy and somehow even more stressed out than normal.
Ayame was curled up on the couch, asleep, the television was on, but it was on the lowest level of the volume. Wufei silently entered the house and stood above Ayame's sleeping form, a small smile curving at the site of her looking so innocent. Tussled hair hanging over her face and the arm of the chair, he knelt down in front of her—skimming over her sleeping form. Tucking away locks of hair behind her ear; he turned off the television, picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.
After changing out of his Preventers uniform, Wufei joined her and hugged her body to his. It didn't take long for his mind to shut off and drift off to blissful sleep. Hoping that tomorrow goes off without a hitch.
Wufei was the first to awake, which was nothing new, at the crack of dawn. He began his day with his workout routine and mediation. After his shower he cooked their breakfast, but added a special something to Ayame's food. Carrying a tray full of their food to the bedroom just as Ayame was waking up. She sat there with a blank look on her face, completely dazed, letting her body soak in the sun's rays peeking through the curtain. She was not a morning person, it took her a good thirty minutes to be able be to function properly. She wasn't always like that; during the war she would pull all-nighters and wouldn't sleep for days. Back then she was extremely high-strung, irritable and antsy. Having her like this was a lot more reassuring, knowing that she wasn't going to pass out from exhaustion or fly off the handle so quickly.
Ayame was still groggy when Wufei placed the tray of food over her legs. She looked up at the Chinese man with a blank look of confusion plastered over her face. He joined her on his side of the bed and poured her a glass of orange juice. Wufei smiled sweetly while holding the glass in front of her.
Ayame was still confused when she took the glass, she knew what was in front of her, but he rarely spoiled her like this, "I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Wufei asked and then Ayame motioned to the tray of food, "oh. It's an apology and a suggestion."
Ayame cocked an eyebrow for she knew why Wufei was apologizing for, but the suggestion she had no clue. "I'm sorry for my outburst yesterday. It was uncalled for and I'm sorry for accusing you of something of something you would never do." Wufei took a deep breath, "I will never question you again."
Ayame put her glass down and turned towards him the best she could without knocking over the tray. Cupping his face and smirking at his horrible bed hair she replied, "I've already forgiven you, Wufei."
Wufei snuggled closer to her and kissed her passionately, "finish drinking your juice."
Questionable Ayame obeyed and finished drinking her juice; until she heard a tiny clinking. Looking down her eyes widened with surprise and she automatically put the glass down. "There's a ring in my cup. Why is there a ring in my cup? Wufei, there's a ring in my cup. Why?"
"I know, I put it there," Wufei laughed softly as he dug out the ring with his slender fingers and dried it off with a napkin.
Ayame's mouth hung slightly open as Wufei slipped the ring on her delicate finger, but stopped half way, "I realized yesterday that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. Himeno, I know you will make an excellent mother. I know you're worried, but I want to be with you so we can conquer every obstacle together. Himeno Takaogi, will you do me the highest honor and become my wife?"
For whatever reason, Ayame's emotions got the better of her and the tears began to swell. She nodded her head while whipping away the tears; Wufei slid the ring on further. Grasping her cheeks, Wufei melded their lips together in a deep, forceful, but passionate kiss. Ayame leaned into Wufei's chest and eyed every detail on the engagement ring. The ring was sterling silver, three elegant placement designs with six diamonds on each side and 12 diamonds in the middle. It was beautiful, seriously expensive, but it shone with age.
"Where'd you get this ring?" Ayame asked, "It almost looks like an antique."
"My people didn't believe in wedding rings, but I know you do. So after my meeting yesterday I asked Quatre for help. He dragged me to his house and showed me his family's collection." Wufei fingered the wring, "when I saw this one I knew. It's simple, beautiful and elegant; I knew you would love it."
Ayame crawled out from underneath the tray and straddled Wufei's hips. She kissed him sweetly with her hands resting on his shoulder and his gripping her waist. "I just have one more question. How much did you pay for it?"
Wufei's eyebrows rose along with his pleasant smile, "about that. When I asked about the amount and he wouldn't take it. He said in exchange for the ring that we hold the wedding at one of his places."
Ayame leaned back on her heels, "I don't have an issue with that."
"He also wants to plan the whole thing." Wufei added quickly.
"I also don't have an issue with that. As long as you don't," Ayame said.
"We can let him know that we'll want to add a few inputs at the meeting today." Wufei said brushing his hand on her cheek.
"There's a meeting today?" She asked tilting her head into Wufei's hand.
"There is, but not for a while." Wufei replied bucking his hips into Ayame's heat, "a long, long while."
Smiling mischievously Ayame leaned in once more and brought their lips together. Wufei waited for her lips to slightly to slither his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues tangling themselves together. Ayame moaned into Wufei's kiss, grinding her hips into growing erection. Wufei's hand slipped underneath her shirt and automatically released her bra.
Wufei broke the kiss as his hands smoothed to the front of her. He removed her bra and shirt completely and then fondled her breasts. Ayame arched her back at the pleasant sensation of Wufei's hands on her sensitive and nipped nipples. He leaned forward and nuzzled his lips over an erect nipple and suckled it gently. Ayame held Wufei's head close to her chest and moaned as her hair dangled over her back. When Wufei bucked again the tray of food clattered they both stopped and checked to see if it fell over.
When they realized that the food was alright the two looked at one another and agreed, mentally, that they should move their little play time somewhere else. With one swoop, Wufei picked Ayame up and carried her to the living room. When Wufei landed on the couch Ayame pulled off his shirt and attacked his neck with fierce kisses and gentle nips at his skin. Wufei grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back roughly.
Through clenched teeth Wufei hissed, "Do. Not. Bite. Me." He pulled her hair back farther, causing her back to arch and expose her breasts to Wufei. He took one in his mouth and bit it making Ayame scream out. "See it doesn't feel good, does it?"
"No it doesn't, but I didn't bite you that hard." Ayame argued and got to her feet.
"Where do you think you're going?" Wufei asked pulling her back into his lap, but this time her back was against him. He held her tight against him with arm, she squirmed against him, but with his free hand he pushed her hair to the side—tugging on it to tilt her head to the side. With her neck free Wufei began to do the same thing to her that she was doing to him earlier. Her back arched, but Wufei fought her back against him.
His hand traced the edge of her pants until he found the bow tie, unlacing it he swiftly dove his hand in under both her pants and panties. His finger slipped through her folds and found her bundle of nerves and began his ministration on her clit. Ayame jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure jolting through her body. She pushed her ass against Wufei's cock, feeling that it was at its peak and when squirmed underneath her Ayame knew it wouldn't be long until he was inside her. Ayame moaned as loud as she could when Wufei stuck two fingers inside her heat, but only thrusted a few times. He pulled his finger free and played with her wetness between his fingers and thumb.
Wufei pushed them off the couch and onto her back. He fell in between her legs, embracing his lips against hers as he slid off her pants; along with his. He trailed fevered kisses to her ear and nipped at her ear lobe, "how bad do you want it?" He asked as he held the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her at best.
Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots, "please Chang. I need you."
She felt him smirk against her cheek and a millisecond later Wufei pushed his cock inside her. Ayame's walls tightened around his member, her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms hooked around Ayame's armpits. He held her close against his body as he thrusted deeply inside, hitting her G-spot gently. Ayame moaned his name against his cheek, breathing hot air on his ear. She met his thrusts with equal force and clinched his face in her hands. Remembering the last time they had sex like this, deep and loving sex. The flare of memories caused her juices to cover Wufei's cock; he moaned loudly feeling his member being coaxed.
As much as Wufei wanted to pull at her hair and just fuck her like no other, Wufei held back and substituted his wanting to quicken his pace and pulled out. Ayame let out a frustrated moan, she was about to beg Wufei to keep going, but he beat her to the punch line. Literally. Wufei penetrated Ayame deeper than ever, Ayame clung to him; scratching his back as she attempted to hold on. Wufei had buried his face in the nook of her neck, teasing her skin with feathery nips and warm breath on her ear.
"Oh my god Chang, please don't stop…" Ayame muttered as she tilted her back to try to catch her breath.
Wufei grunted, "Come, I'm gonna come Himeno."
Without hesitation Ayame gasped, "Come inside me Chang, please…" Wufei took her lips in a punishing kiss, she moaned against him with his last few thrusts until she felt his hot liquid spill inside her. Ayame still clenched his cock, milking everything he had until Wufei released their lips, sat back on his heels and slowly pulled out. Falling back against the couch, Wufei dragged his fiancé into his lap. She cradled his head with her hands while he caught his breath.
Her eyes ventured over to the clock and wondered what time their meeting was, "We still need a shower."
Wufei chucked, "give me thirty minutes and I'll be able to move."
Ayame giggled as she helped Wufei get to his feet, both of their legs were weak and both felt light headed as soon as they stood. She carried them to the bathroom and let Wufei sit on the edge of the bath tub as she looked herself over in the mirror. She had tiny red marks on her neck, but not full blown hickies.
Wufei came up behind her and nuzzled his lips against her ear; his hands caressed her arms like a ghost as he watched her reflection. He kissed her temple and took in the scent of her dark chestnut hair, "we have an hour and half to get ready for work."
"That's if we don't venture off course, right?" Ayame asked with a bit of mischief in her tone.
Wufei had turned towards the bath tub and turned the shower curtain and water on, "we better not waste any time then, should we?"
Within an instant Ayame joined Wufei inside the warm water and closed the curtain behind her
Author's Note: I know, I know I cut the ending pretty short, but I needed to end this chapter or else there would have been another sex scene. As always review please. Give me some input on what you think and what you think might happen.