This One Love
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+A through F › Dynasty Warriors
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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2,629
Reviews:
10
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Trouble
Author's Note: Since I've been without my internet for a few days I decided to go ahead and post this chapter as well, Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Ying kicked another pebble as she walked the path around the castle in the fading evening light, wondering how long it was going to take this time. Lord Liu Bei had been meeting with him a lot the last week to get a second opinion on his strategies for the string of battles they were going through presently. It made her realize just how much she’d been enjoying their time alone away from everyone else. She was thankful for the doctor giving her permission to get outside for fresh air this last week though. Having to stay in the room and think about things would have had her going crazy by now.
Her mind wandered back to the night it all started, when the messenger interrupted them. She’d waited till Zhuge left before she crawled back under the covers and buried her face in her pillow with a growl. Lord Bei had the worst damned timing of late, always calling on Zhuge when they were almost to the point of physical contact. Besides the messengers scaring the hell out of her with their banging on the door, it was irritating as hell to be right at the point of that first kiss then getting interrupted! She was so caught up in her frustration and mental cursing that she hadn’t noticed her trek was taking her around behind the castle and through the storage houses.
When she did realize where she was, she just shrugged it off. Your safe here, nobody is going to bother you, she told herself. Then she cursed herself for her lack of fear when she was roughly jerked off the path and slammed almost face first into the side of one of the storage sheds. A panic seized her when she realized she didn’t have her scythe with her or any of her daggers, and she cursed herself again for her carelessness. She tried to struggle then yelped in pain and went rigid when a hand none too gently gripped her wounded shoulder. Her eyes widened in fear at the voice she heard after that.
“Wont do you no good to fight, you’ve had this comin’ for a long time, wench,” Zhang Fei’s slurred voice said into her ear as he ran a hand along her side, squeezing her hip as his hand passed over it.
He’s drunk … how do you reason with a drunken man? Ying asked herself desperately as his hand started to wander to more private places.
“Please, don’t do this…” she attempted, knowing her words were falling on deaf ears.
“Save your words, honey, they ain’t gonna save you.”
She tried to struggle again when he grabbed her backside and got her shoulder slammed into the side of the storage house as a reward, tearing another pained cry from her.
“I said don’t fight me, dammit … on second thought, fight all you want, it’ll only make it better,” he sneered as he reached around to squeeze her breast, grinning at the frightened whimper the action caused.
Ying heard the hiss of a knife being unsheathed and felt the cold night air hit her back as her blouse was slit open. She tightly closed her eyes and whimpered quietly as the tip of the blade lightly traced a path down her spine to the waistband of her pants. She let out a surprised cry as she was suddenly dropped to the ground.
Gaining enough composure to scramble away and put her back to the wall of the shed, she saw through the terrified haze that Zhang Fei had been slammed ‘through’ the shed that had been behind her. She had to blink several times to clear her vision enough to see who had come to her rescue, and her eyes widened in surprise to see that it was her husband standing over Zhang Fei’s groaning form. But how did he know?
It took every ounce of willpower Zhuge had to keep from killing the man right there. He had his fists clenched at his sides to keep from pummeling him to death. The nerve of the man, touching his wife! Intending to rape her! He had to remind himself that Zhang Fei was drunk and his judgment was clouded or he never would have attempted something so stupid. If he hadn’t come looking for his wife after the meeting … he had to force that thought from his mind along with the panic that gripped him with it. Ying was safe, he just had to deal with this and get her back to the room, where she was safer.
“If you come within twenty feet of my wife again, you will beg for death before I am finished with you, Zhang Fei, and I am still highly considering telling your brothers of your damnable behavior. Trying to rape any woman is an atrocity, but my wife … that can be called treason if looked at the right way.” The words were said quietly, threateningly, and Zhuge was satisfied to see Zhang Fei flinch at the icy tone and the implications of his statement.
“I-I’ll stay away, no worries there, boss,” Zhang Fei stammered, not daring to try and get back up just yet.
The strategist had knocked him halfway sober with the blow that sent him through the shed wall, and Fei wasn’t about to cause the man to take any more of his anger out on him, he was in no position to counter it in his condition. As he avoided the strategist’s gaze he couldn’t help but wonder how the smaller man had managed to hit him that hard.
“Go on your way before I change my mind about the value of your life,” Zhuge said, and held his stare on the man’s back until he was out of sight. His wife’s half sob jerked his attention back to her and he quickly moved to her side and knelt down to brush her tousled hair out of her face.
“Are you alright, Ying?”
All Ying could do was whimper and throw herself into her husbands arms, clinging to him as the terror of what almost happened took hold of her mind. At the first sound of his voice she let the tears fall freely, holding tighter to him and praying he didn’t think her weak for the emotion.
Zhuge held his wife close and murmured words of comfort in her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair to calm her, cursing the gods for letting such a thing happen to begin with. After a while she calmed down a bit and loosened her grip on him as her sniffles quieted, but he could still feel the fear holding onto her.
“Come on, lets get you inside,” he said gently as he untied the sash on his robes and shrugged out of them.
“W-what are you doing?” Ying asked, suddenly distracted by her husbands appearance in only his pants and shirt.
“Covering you up so I can take you inside,” he said as he draped the robes around her shoulders and helped her stand.
Ying couldn’t manage any more words so she just nodded and let her husband pick her up and start inside with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her head under his chin, catching his scent between the gusts of the wind. It comforted her, and she let her fear seep away as she snuggled closer into her husband’s arms, knowing she was safe now.
Chapter 5
Ying kicked another pebble as she walked the path around the castle in the fading evening light, wondering how long it was going to take this time. Lord Liu Bei had been meeting with him a lot the last week to get a second opinion on his strategies for the string of battles they were going through presently. It made her realize just how much she’d been enjoying their time alone away from everyone else. She was thankful for the doctor giving her permission to get outside for fresh air this last week though. Having to stay in the room and think about things would have had her going crazy by now.
Her mind wandered back to the night it all started, when the messenger interrupted them. She’d waited till Zhuge left before she crawled back under the covers and buried her face in her pillow with a growl. Lord Bei had the worst damned timing of late, always calling on Zhuge when they were almost to the point of physical contact. Besides the messengers scaring the hell out of her with their banging on the door, it was irritating as hell to be right at the point of that first kiss then getting interrupted! She was so caught up in her frustration and mental cursing that she hadn’t noticed her trek was taking her around behind the castle and through the storage houses.
When she did realize where she was, she just shrugged it off. Your safe here, nobody is going to bother you, she told herself. Then she cursed herself for her lack of fear when she was roughly jerked off the path and slammed almost face first into the side of one of the storage sheds. A panic seized her when she realized she didn’t have her scythe with her or any of her daggers, and she cursed herself again for her carelessness. She tried to struggle then yelped in pain and went rigid when a hand none too gently gripped her wounded shoulder. Her eyes widened in fear at the voice she heard after that.
“Wont do you no good to fight, you’ve had this comin’ for a long time, wench,” Zhang Fei’s slurred voice said into her ear as he ran a hand along her side, squeezing her hip as his hand passed over it.
He’s drunk … how do you reason with a drunken man? Ying asked herself desperately as his hand started to wander to more private places.
“Please, don’t do this…” she attempted, knowing her words were falling on deaf ears.
“Save your words, honey, they ain’t gonna save you.”
She tried to struggle again when he grabbed her backside and got her shoulder slammed into the side of the storage house as a reward, tearing another pained cry from her.
“I said don’t fight me, dammit … on second thought, fight all you want, it’ll only make it better,” he sneered as he reached around to squeeze her breast, grinning at the frightened whimper the action caused.
Ying heard the hiss of a knife being unsheathed and felt the cold night air hit her back as her blouse was slit open. She tightly closed her eyes and whimpered quietly as the tip of the blade lightly traced a path down her spine to the waistband of her pants. She let out a surprised cry as she was suddenly dropped to the ground.
Gaining enough composure to scramble away and put her back to the wall of the shed, she saw through the terrified haze that Zhang Fei had been slammed ‘through’ the shed that had been behind her. She had to blink several times to clear her vision enough to see who had come to her rescue, and her eyes widened in surprise to see that it was her husband standing over Zhang Fei’s groaning form. But how did he know?
It took every ounce of willpower Zhuge had to keep from killing the man right there. He had his fists clenched at his sides to keep from pummeling him to death. The nerve of the man, touching his wife! Intending to rape her! He had to remind himself that Zhang Fei was drunk and his judgment was clouded or he never would have attempted something so stupid. If he hadn’t come looking for his wife after the meeting … he had to force that thought from his mind along with the panic that gripped him with it. Ying was safe, he just had to deal with this and get her back to the room, where she was safer.
“If you come within twenty feet of my wife again, you will beg for death before I am finished with you, Zhang Fei, and I am still highly considering telling your brothers of your damnable behavior. Trying to rape any woman is an atrocity, but my wife … that can be called treason if looked at the right way.” The words were said quietly, threateningly, and Zhuge was satisfied to see Zhang Fei flinch at the icy tone and the implications of his statement.
“I-I’ll stay away, no worries there, boss,” Zhang Fei stammered, not daring to try and get back up just yet.
The strategist had knocked him halfway sober with the blow that sent him through the shed wall, and Fei wasn’t about to cause the man to take any more of his anger out on him, he was in no position to counter it in his condition. As he avoided the strategist’s gaze he couldn’t help but wonder how the smaller man had managed to hit him that hard.
“Go on your way before I change my mind about the value of your life,” Zhuge said, and held his stare on the man’s back until he was out of sight. His wife’s half sob jerked his attention back to her and he quickly moved to her side and knelt down to brush her tousled hair out of her face.
“Are you alright, Ying?”
All Ying could do was whimper and throw herself into her husbands arms, clinging to him as the terror of what almost happened took hold of her mind. At the first sound of his voice she let the tears fall freely, holding tighter to him and praying he didn’t think her weak for the emotion.
Zhuge held his wife close and murmured words of comfort in her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair to calm her, cursing the gods for letting such a thing happen to begin with. After a while she calmed down a bit and loosened her grip on him as her sniffles quieted, but he could still feel the fear holding onto her.
“Come on, lets get you inside,” he said gently as he untied the sash on his robes and shrugged out of them.
“W-what are you doing?” Ying asked, suddenly distracted by her husbands appearance in only his pants and shirt.
“Covering you up so I can take you inside,” he said as he draped the robes around her shoulders and helped her stand.
Ying couldn’t manage any more words so she just nodded and let her husband pick her up and start inside with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her head under his chin, catching his scent between the gusts of the wind. It comforted her, and she let her fear seep away as she snuggled closer into her husband’s arms, knowing she was safe now.