[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[110.] In the mirror.

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Jiang Cheng had managed to fall asleep with a smile on his lips around dawn, hugging the white Gusu headband. Zewu-Jun smiled and caressed his hair,  carefully pulling it out from his embrace  –  he had to get ready, his work had been piling up in the last couple of days.

He got out of the bed, still naked, and stepped in front of the mirror, tying the ribbon around his head, staring at himself, frowning. 

Most of his left arm and half  his chest bore the scars of the fire that still looked raw and pink. It was an awful sight, truly repulsive; he could not possibly be naked in front of his husband, it broke him. Jiang Wanyin's body was so beautiful, fine and delicate, and now that he was pregnant, he looked even better  –  last night was a feast on skin that was perfect, and a young body that was just delicious.

- What do you see, Zewu-Jun?

Lan Xichen turned his head sharply and bit his lip  –  it was too late to hide now, Jiang Cheng was propping himself in bed, staring at him in the dim light of the new day.

- Go back to sleep, my love.  –  he mumbled.  –  You need rest. Both of you.

Jiang Wanyin smiled and got out of bed, magnificently naked too. He approached him from behind, and hugged his waist gently, kissing the naked skin on his back. Lan Huan shuddered, weak and embarrassed.

- Let me tell you what I see  then. I see a strong and healthy body. One that always provides me with warmth and security. And love.  -  Jiang Cheng sighed happily, placing more kisses on the dear back.

- No... Please... Let go, Wanyin...  -  Lan Huan whimpered. He felt terrible. Weak. Defective.

- Husband... You may see something scary, or ugly. But what I see is the man who sacrificed his beauty to save my life....

He moved to face Zewu-Jun now, lifting his eyes to stare at his boldly.

- My love....  –  he placed his palms on Lan Xichen broad shoulders. – When I look at you, I see only love. You have saved my life twice now, Huan... Do you think I care about anything else but  you?

His voice was overflowing with tenderness, and Zewu-Jun let him hug his waist and kiss his chest now, but he remained silent, shivering with anguish.

- Please, husband... Please, always be naked in bed with me... I want to feel you, Huan... Always...

- Oh, Wanyin...

- Never push me away again... It kills my heart, my dearest...  -  he whispered.

- Oh, kitten!

Lan Xichen pulled him in closer and they stayed like this, hugging and kissing, until the sun came up fully over the rooftops of the Cloud Recesses. 

When the housekeeper came to invite them for breakfast, Zewu-Jun ordered a bath, and this time they took it together, touching and murmuring words of love and promise.

Jiang Cheng was perfectly happy.

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- Sandu Shengshou, please tell me, how is it that you are even  prettier  than before?  –  Lan Huan was grumbling.

- Mmmm?  -  Jiang Wanyin was straddling his hips and leaning his head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

- Well... Your skin is softer now, husband... I never thought it could be possible! Your eyes are brighter... Your forms are rounder... And you are so tasty, Wanyin!  –  Lan Xichen was telling him dreamily.

- Nonsense! I think you overworked yourself last week, Zewu-Jun, and now you are daydreaming!  -  Jiang Cheng huffed.

- Oh, but it's true, husband... I think the baby is making you prettier... Mmmmm...and tastier...

Surprised, Jiang Cheng sat up in his lap. All he felt was the indisposition and pains that the pregnancy brought him, but he had never wondered how his husband saw him now. 

He smiled, staring Lan Xichen straight in the eyes, and let his hands roam his body. Lan Huan was gaping foolishly at how his husband was touching himself, touching his breasts, caressing his ribs before his hands slid down to his hips, stroking gently over his belly. 

Lan Xichen swallowed hard  –  this view was not just marvelous; Jiang Cheng was doing it all so slowly that he was getting more and more aroused.

- Why are you torturing me, husband...?  -  he whispered hoarsely.

- Huan... Don't you want to touch me... Don't you want to kiss me...

His eyes were glazed, and he was whispering in a trance, his hand now outstretched to caress Zewu-Jun's lips.

- Wanyin... So beautiful, Wanyin...  -  Zewu-Jun lisped.  –  I am so in love with you, Wanyin...