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30 - Extra: Reputation

Pillow talk, an ancient rite, and "training".

Warning: Mature, with an extra dose of fluff.

Disclaimer: Bingcang scenes derived from PB/ELOD.

Enjoy. :)

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Fengjiu collapsed on the soft, cloud sheets, sweaty and boneless, every limb shaking with exhaustion. A dull ache bloomed in her lower back, superseded only by the delicious ache that settled between her legs.

"You deserve your reputation," she muttered to the pillow, too tired to turn her head to the side so she can properly speak.

Not that it mattered, since her demonic excuse for a husband heard, anyway. "Reputation? What is that?"

She lifted an arm in a haphazard fashion, letting him know what she thought of his feigned ignorance. "You know what they say about you. That you could be so..." she paused for a moment as her sluggish mind staggered to find the most proper word, "insatiable."

With an indifferent shrug, Donghua reached over to adjust her so that she lay on her back, and pulled the sheets so that it covered her up to her chest. Then he sprawled on his side to look down at her, head supported by the loose fist of an arm that was propped up against the bed with an elbow. The action made the loose folds of his robe gape open, displaying a scarred, muscled chest that screamed seduction to Fengjiu.

"I'm still not quite yet done," he said in all seriousness, eyes generating heat as he roved a meaningful glance from the tip of her head down to her blanket-covered toe, and back up. "But you look like you could use a break."

Fengjiu pulled the blanket so that it covered her body up to her ears, and turned to her side facing away from him and his suggestive aura. "We've been doing this at every opportunity since you woke up a year ago. How is it possible that you are still not done?"

"I waited for two millennia, and slept for two hundred years thereafter," he quipped, even as a scorching hand caressed her pelvis through the blanket. "How is it possible to be done in just a year?"

She groaned at his flawed logic, shivering as a chuckle floated over her ear, followed by the warmth of his breath on her nape. Not bothering with a reply, she closed her eyes tight, hoping he would get the hint.

"It's been one year already. Shouldn't you know by now what happens when you feign sleep*?"

"I'm not sleeping," she protested, wriggling but failing to get out of his hold. "I'm just resting my eyes."

"Mmm, it's just as well. You haven't rested properly for several days already, not since Bai Zhi Dijun confirmed the date of your Bingcang ceremony."

From beneath the flimsy privacy of the sheets, Fengjiu bit her lip. How could she even think that he wouldn't notice? "It's just an honorary battle. Didn't I marry you, a most fearsome and powerful deity? What else can scare me?"