This One Love

Author's Note: Mayu can say finally now, LOL! Here's your lemon chapter. Dont flame too badly, this is the first one I've written.

Chapter 8

Zhuge sighed inwardly as he moved down the hall towards the room he shared with his wife. He’d had to lie about feeling ill to get a few uninterrupted days with his wife. As soon as she started retraining he’d been getting called on left and right by his lord for help with battle strategy and for advice on whether to recruit more troops, promote more to generals, and other things along those lines. He just couldn’t stand the pressure of worrying about and wanting to be near his wife, so he talked to Lord Bei and arranged for a few days to recuperate from an illness that didn’t exist. He had to chuckle at that thought, his lord really did care about his people, and had almost forced Zhuge to go to the doctors to get checked out. He had made the promise to check in the next day and promptly headed to his room. He assumed Ying would already be asleep, for the training had been helping, but it wore her out by the end of the day, and it was already near midnight. He was surprised when he saw a light under the door, then his wife sitting in the bed reading when he went inside.

“Not sleepy, love?”
“Couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to sit up and read till you returned, my husband,” his wife said with a slight shrug, and he couldn’t help smiling.
“Its quite alright, I’d be insane to complain when I’ve had you on my mind nonstop lately.”
“You have?” Ying couldn’t help her curiosity. She wondered what she’d done to keep her husbands attention even while they were apart.
“Of course, I still worry about you … and I miss not being able to spend time with you.” Zhuge sat on the edge of the bed as Ying set her book aside to talk to him.
“I feel the same way,” Ying said with a hint of a smile, slightly distracted by her husband’s closeness.
“Well, I’m playing sick right now, so we have a few days without any interruptions.”
Ying couldn’t help a small laugh at that. Her husband being sick was a very humorous notion. “Well, I’m sure our lord will not lose his mind too badly without your help for a few days,” she said teasingly.
“That’s what I thought, but you should have seen the look on his face when I said I’d be resting for a few days and didn’t want to be disturbed,” Zhuge chuckled at the memory.
“I can imagine, my husband.”
“Well, are you tired?”
“No, not really.”

Trying to idly chat while sitting so close to his wife was becoming difficult, so to break the strained moment, Zhuge leaned closer to his wife and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Ying blinked in surprise. She wasn’t expecting the action, but then again, her husband had been doing such things spontaneously since the night in the garden. She wasn’t about to complain, she’d been waiting a long time to be close to her husband that way. So, with that in mind, she leaned closer to her husband and returned the kiss.

Zhuge’s heart leapt when his wife responded, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her closer to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he deepened their kiss, groaning quietly as his wife opened her mouth to his explorations. His desire burned through him like fire, and when they parted to catch their breath, he tilted her chin up so she was forced to look into his eyes and see the want there.

“Ying, I’ve wanted you for a long time, but I don’t want to go any farther with this until your ready for that.”
“I’ve been ready, my husband,” Ying said with a small smile.
“Your sure this is what you want?”
Ying gave a slight nod to make her point, smiling at her husband again. “Very sure … I’ve wanted this for a long time as well.”

And so Zhuge pulled his wife to him and laid her back on the bed as their desire took over and their kisses grew more heated.
He trailed lighter kisses along her jaw and ear as he brushed his fingertips under the hem of her shirt, pushing it up slowly, then raising his wife to pull it over her head.

Ying thought she would lose her mind with the feelings her husband was waking up inside of her. She had a moment of shyness when he removed her shirt, but it was quickly forgotten when he started kissing and nibbling down her neck and across her shoulder, all the while brushing his fingers over her stomach and up her sides. She couldn’t stop her gasp when her husband brushed his thumbs along the undersides of her breasts, and arched into his touch. She tilted her head back on the pillows as her husbands kisses trailed lower, and gasped again as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

No longer able to be still, she ran her fingers through Zhuge’s hair, arching again with a small moan as her husband started gently sucking on her nipple, raising his other hand to play with the nipple that wasn’t being paid attention by his mouth. Just when she thought the sensations were becoming too much for her, her husband made them multiply by kissing to her other breast and gently flicking his tongue against her nipple then giving it the same torturous treatment he’d just finished with the other.

She was so distracted with the sensations she didn’t notice her husbands other hand working the ties on her pants until his hands trailed back down her sides to push them off her hips.

Zhuge rose up from his wife and slowly pulled her pants and underwear off, dropping them beside the bed with her discarded shirt from earlier. He almost forgot how to breathe when he leaned back to look his wife over. So beautiful, he thought, and then was snapped out of his thoughts by her turning her head away and reaching for the quilt to cover herself. He gently stopped her and tilted her chin back so she was looking up at him.

“What’s wrong, Ying?”
“I … didn’t think you liked what you saw,” she said quietly.
“Of course I like what I see … your beauty takes my breath, my wife.” Zhuge smiled at the slight blush that crept up his wife’s cheeks at his statement.
“Thank you.”
“I am only being truthful,” Zhuge said as he moved over his wife again, leaning down to kiss her again.

And the torture began again. Ying wondered if a person could die from pleasure as her husbands fingertips trailed down her stomach. She barely had time to notice what he was starting to do before his hand moved between her legs to rub against her gently.

His wife’s gasp fueled his desire even more, and the small keening sounds she was making as he started running his finger against her almost broke his control. But he was determined to pleasure his wife, so he pressed further into her folds and started teasing the sensitive nub he found there with his fingertip.

Ying couldn’t help the sounds she was making under her husbands attention. She wanted to beg him to stop and just take her, but all she cold do was moan and writhe under him as she clutched at the sheets or his robes. A soft cry escaped her when he pressed two fingers inside her entrance and started moving them, and she thought she’d go insane with the fire it started building inside of her. She couldn’t have managed a word to stop him if she’d wanted to at that point, and when her husband’s fingers brushed over an acutely sensitive spot inside her, she arched into his touch, welcoming the pressure building inside of her. Her moans grew louder as the pressure built inside of her until it was almost unbearable, then she cried out her husbands name as she went over the edge into oblivion.

Zhuge tenderly kissed along his wife’s neck as he moved his hand, holding her close as her breathing calmed and her body stopped shaking.
“Are you alright?”
“Alright? I think that would be understating things.”
“Okay then,” Zhuge said with a chuckle.
“Zhuge?”
“Yes, love?”
“I want you.”

Zhuge raised an eyebrow at his wife’s statement, but decided he was in no position to argue with her, so he stood and removed his clothes then moved back over her, gently kissing her.

“You know this might hurt a bit at first?”
Now it was Ying’s turn to smile. “Yes, but its going to be worth it.”
“Okay,” Zhuge kissed his wife again as he shifted his hips and eased into her, moving slowly, encouraged by the sounds she was making until he reached resistance.
“I’m sorry, Ying,” He said quietly before quickly thrusting inside her.

Ying couldn’t help the small whimper she let out when her husbands thrust tore through her womanhood. She was grateful when he stopped after that and just held her while she adjusted. The pain faded quickly, and the feeling of her husband inside of her started a dull ache that caused her to move her hips against his in encouragement. The slight pain after he started moving against her quickly faded and was replaced by a feeling of pleasure even greater than what her husband had already done to her, and soon she was able to move with him.

And it seemed like forever they moved like that before the pressure slowly started building again. As if sensing the change in her body, her husband sped up his thrusts slightly, twisting his hips each time he moved back against her, causing little lightning bolts to shoot along her spine as it caused him to press against that sensitive spot inside hear each time he moved. Ying came undone again when he lifted her hips, changing the angle so he was pressed against that spot the whole time he was moving inside her, arching against him and wrapping her legs around his waist, gasping when the action made him move deeper and press more firmly against her. The pressure built quickly after that until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, then built even more before she finally fell over the edge again, wondering if the sensations that shot through her mind and body would cause her to black out.

His wife’s cry as her body tightened around him with her release drove Zhuge over the edge he’d been teetering on, and he had to muffle his own cry against her shoulder as he followed her over the edge. He thought he might never breathe again after that, but fortunately his lungs remembered how to work and he was able to take quick breaths as he calmed down. He gently nuzzled his wife’s neck as he rose up to look in her eyes, catching her smile and returning it with his own as he kissed her tenderly.

“I love you, Ying.”
“I love you too, Kongming.”

And they fell asleep that way, tightly wrapped in each other’s arms.