How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 82 - Listening (2)

Author's Notes:

There is a little bit of angst in this chapter and some references to blood, gore, death etch (ZZS's previous life in Window of Heaven).

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Something shifts behind Zhou Zi Shu's eyes, but it flickers so quickly that Wen Ke Xing doesn't notice, deep in his thoughts of loss. I am right here next to you. You won't lose me again. This time I won't let go.

Zhou Zi Shu wiggles further up on Wen Ke Xing's chest, those warm lips meeting those cold ones in a slow deep kiss that soon leaves them both moaning softly. And that is how they stay for a long while, softly kissing and tasting each other, lost in their own bliss.

The rest of the day is spent with almost constant skin contact. Though, it's not for reassurance or insecurity, but rather that they naturally gravitate towards each other, like bees to a beautiful flower. Holding hands, or just pinkies, as they walk to and from hot spring for a second bath and not one but two sessions of intense love making which leaves them both melted like puddles. During dinner they naturally sit shoulder to shoulder, placing food in each other's bowl and secretly enjoying tasting the food left in their own.

When it's time to sleep, for once it is Zhou Zi Shu who is leaning against the door opening, silently admiring Wen Ke Xing as he undress. He watches Wen Ke Xing hang both the outer robe and the finer inner robe, leaving the last robe on.

Though his man is tall and slender, he inhabits a surprising amount of strength and stamina, his martial arts core one of the strongest Zhou Zi Shu has ever met−at least from what he can remember. He can see the outline of those long and slender legs behind sheer white trousers that are hanging loosely on Wen Ke Xing's slim hips. The white and silky inner robe is clinging to his tall and toned upper body. His deceptively strong arms hidden within wide sleeves, only revealing those cold and slender hands.

Just thinking about those hands makes Zhou Zi Shu want to push Wen Ke Xing on to the bed and place bite marks on that perfect skin of his whilst those finger are thoroughly exploring his inside.

"Are you going to light that...?" Wen Ke Xing's voice is soft and he is looking at Zhou Zi Shu with his big black eyes.

"You distracted me." Reeling in his insatiable hunger, Zhou Zi Shu takes a long deep and silent breath, smiles and walks towards the table with the insense in his hand. Taking out his huo zhezi (1) and igniting the insense, the room is soon filled with that now familiar sweet and tropical scent that is 'drunk like a dream'.

When Zhou Zi Shu is hanging his outer robe next to his husbands, his salacious thoughts are interrupted by those dangerous hands circling his waist, the hands that he had been trying to stop thinking about. A cold breath against his neck sends shivers down his spine and leaves his skin tingling a bit.

Wen Ke Xing rests his head on Zhou Zi Shu's shoulder, his voice soft, "Are you nervous?"

Too focused on those long fingers against his waist and what they can do, Zhou Zi Shu blanks as to what Wen Ke Xing is talking about. "About you regaining your memories?", his voice distracted and a bit husky.

"No..." Taking a firmer hold around his man, Wen Ke Xing continues, "... of remembering yours."

Not responding, Zhou Zi Shu withdraws his hand from the hanger and places it over those cold ones, patting them a bit distracted as he lets the question form in his mind. He had been so focused on the task at restoring his memory that he hadn't really thought about what might be revealed. At least, not until what had happened this morning.

That moment had been like a tsunami sweeping over him, leaving everything drenched, but instead of water−there was blood everywhere. Zhou Zi Shu wasn't sure what to expect. Are his memories going to get triggered by something again, like an aftershock triggering another tsunami? Or will it be more like waiting for the tide? You know it is coming and there is nothing you can do about it.