MG2018 - The Wedding Night

The Wedding Night

Shancai stepped out of the bathroom wearing the silky slip that Xiaoyou had given as a wedding gift. She felt so self-conscious showing so much skin, but it was either this or her usual night shirt, which definitely wasn't appropriate for her wedding night.

Si was standing by the bed wearing a pair of shorts and he turned as he heard her come in. His eyes widened at the sight of her and she turned red. "Don't look at me that way," she begged, wishing she had worn a robe over it. He smiled, "You're my wife. I can look at you any way I want." She turned even redder when she saw the look in his eyes. "He's your husband," she had to remind herself. After everything they had been through together, they were finally married.

"So... what do we do?" she said nervously, avoiding his gaze, trying to look anywhere but the huge bed in front of them. He stepped towards her and put his arms on her shoulders. "You know exactly what we're supposed to do," he said, touching his forehead to hers. She was surprised to find herself shaking, and he tipped her chin up to look at him. "Relax," he said, "it's my first time too." That was when she realized that he looked nervous too. They turned to the bed together, then looked at each other. "Let's start with something that we know," he said, and she knew what he meant. They approached the bed from either side and went under the covers, then turned to face one another. Seeing him beside her made her feel at ease. He was right, they had slept side by side before, this felt familiar. It felt right.

He inched closer to her and wrapped his arm around her. She reciprocated by moving closer until she could feel the warmth of his chest against her skin. "Just like the snowstorm," she whispered to herself, but he smiled at her words and kissed her head. "Remember when I told you I'd never touch a woman without her consent?" She smiled and nodded as she remembered that time they shared a room at the resort. "Surely I have your consent now?" he teased, and she blushed but nodded again. He smiled, "Then let me kiss my wife."

Si touched his lips to hers, a slow and gentle kiss that told her they had all the time in the world. She kissed him back, and they began to lose themselves in a kiss that grew with passion and love.

All of those times she had held back out of fear or worry faded, as she opened herself to him now. He was hers, she was his, there wasn't anything to hold them back anymore. She felt him push the thin straps of her slip down her shoulders; she found herself touching the waistband of his shorts. "Shancai," he whispered into her hair as he trailed kisses down her neck and she arched against him. They touched and kissed each other with a sense of wonder and so much love. And when they came together in the most intimate of ways, she found herself sighing his name. "Daoming Si," she looked into his eyes. "I love you," they said in unison as they moved together until the meteors rained down on them and the stars twinkled deep into the night.