Kept

Unraveled

Minho POV

His eyes were like galaxies, eternal, dark pools, specks of glittering light like stars forming a constellation uniquely us.

I laid him out on the bed below me, gently, my hands skimming over his body lightly, barely even touching him at all. I retreated, standing at the edge of the large canopy bed, peering down at him, still dressed in his wedding suit, resplendent in white, a color I knew he'd worn for me.

He started to sit up, shrugging his shoulders as he worked his upper body out of the cropped jacket, revealing a crisp dress shirt underneath. My fingers went immediately to the crystal buttons, undoing each one with reverence, accompanied by a lingering kiss on his sweet, plush lips.

I swallowed, feasting on his sweet essence, his scent almost suffocating in such heated proximity. I was going slow for many reasons, not the least of being the fact that my beloved was a virgin, completely innocent to the ways of anything to do with sex. I refused to rush him and had been content thinking our wedding night would be kissing and cuddling and not much more.

I'd been shocked when he'd asked me to take him to bed, and now that I knew he wanted me to make love to him, I was taking my time, savoring it.

Lavishing him with attention, unraveling him to me.

His boldness had been a shock, the image of him kneeling, his mouth on my skin- my scar branded onto my psyche, a visage I never wanted to forget. My breath caught, remember the moment again. Just then, his hands started clawing at me, insistent, then trying to tear at the buttons of his shirt, desperate. "Baby...slow down." I scolded gently, kissing him, pushing him back against the mattress.

I lowered myself over him, wedged between his legs, my hands patting his fluffy hair lightly, trying to calm him down. His mouth left mine, kissing over the ball of my shoulder and I set my mouth against his ear, content with the playfulness until I felt his teeth sink into the meat of my shoulder.

"Hey!" I yelped, pulling away. I was panting, trying to get over the shock of my cute little wife biting me like a feral animal. I looked down at him and he looked terrified, his eyes round with fear, his hands drawn in to his chest, like he was going to be scolded. I opened my mouth to assure him it was okay and he burst into tears, hiding his face with his hands and rolling away as much as he could.

Shit.

That was definitely not what I wanted. "No....no, baby." I soothed, my hands reaching for his wrist to pull his hands away from his face. "It's okay. You just surprised me." I said softly. He was shaking his head no, his eyes squeezed tight against tears, his lips pressed together in grimace of embarrassment.

"I'm.... sor-" he sniffled. "I'm sorry, Baby." He whined and I nearly scolded him for apologizing, but he'd just called me Baby and I couldn't think about anything else but that fact. I started smiling like a fool.

"Oh, Queenie, stop crying." I implored softly, brushing his hair away from his face, kissing over the backs of his hands that he refused to move. "Baby, my little baby, let me kiss you." I sighed, nuzzling my cheek against his wrists, pleading with him to let me in.

He inhaled shakily and his hands lowered enough for me to see his eyes peering at me. "Say it again?" He asked.

"Baby?" I questioned, cocking my head slightly. He shook his head no. "Little baby?" I teased, knowing what he wanted- liking the way his whole body moved when he shook his head. He looked at me in mock annoyance and I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose as his hands moved lower. "Queenie." I whispered. He shivered, his eyes closing lightly, a soft smile curving his lips, contrasting beautifully with the wetness on his cheeks from the few tears that had escaped.