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Zhong Michu sat in the glade, blanketed in warm spring air perfumed with lush flowers, the notes of her qin intermingling with the tinkling of a waterfall somewhere beyond the trees. It was a peaceful setting, one she often came to when she needed to quiet her mind and heart, or just to experience the joy of being alive in a body with senses to appreciate the world around her.
If she had been in her dragon body, her ears might have twitched the moment Gu Fuyou entered the glade. As it was, she paused for a half second longer than she meant to before plucking the next note. It was not enough of a pause for Gu Fuyou, whose musical knowledge could fill a tea cup, to notice, but to Zhong Michu it was a glaring mistake. Still, she continued on, sedately stroking the strings of her qin, though her full attention was on Gu Fuyou as the woman tiptoed closer. She was sure that Gu Fuyou was well aware that Zhong Michu knew she was there, but they both continued the ruse.
When Gu Fuyou was within a body length of Zhong Michu, she threw herself at her wife’s back. Zhong Michu locked her muscles to maintain her posture as Gu Fuyou snuggled up against her back, throwing her arms around her waist and nuzzling at her hair.
“How long have you been out here playing?” Gu Fuyou asked. “When I woke up from my nap, you had disappeared from the house. I was so lonely.” She said these last words in a low croon.
“You were asleep. How could you have been lonely?” Zhong Michu asked as she continued the song.
“My body missed yours,” Gu Fuyou insisted. “When I woke up, all I could think about was having you in my arms.”
Zhong Michu felt her face heat up. She knew she was blushing—Gu Fuyou had pointed out repeatedly how pink her face and ears got when she was embarrassed. When she had found her wife dozing on the bed in the middle of the day, Zhong Michu had thought about joining her. Gu Fuyou, with her vivacious personality, was not often so still and quiet. When they slept beside each other, Zhong Michu was usually the one to wake first, and she had spent many hours simply breathing in her wife’s scent and listening to her strong heartbeat as she slept. The warmth of Gu Fuyou’s body was addicting, but the fear of accidentally awakening Gu Fuyou from her nap when trying to lie down with her had made Zhong Michu turn from the bed and take her qin far enough away from the house so as not to disturb her.
Gu Fuyou did not elaborate with her usual comforting chatter, and when Zhong Michu turned her head slightly to look at her wife, Gu Fuyou’s smile was tight, not the wide, easy thing Zhong Michu loved to see. It dawned on Zhong Michu that Gu Fuyou’s claim of being “lonely” when she woke up had been an understatement. Too many mornings, while Zhong Michu waited for her wife to come to the edge of consciousness, Gu Fuyou would rouse with a gasp of breath and wild eyes that darted wildly around the room until they landed on Zhong Michu. Then Gu Fuyou would roll over and cling to her, wetting the fabric at her neck with tears.
Every horrific experience Gu Fuyou had lived through, every dear loved one she had lost, they haunted her after all these years. Zhong Michu felt helpless in the face of her lover’s pain. She always felt like nothing she did could possibly help, yet Gu Fuyou continued turning to her for comfort.
“I’m sorry you were alone when you woke up,” Zhong Michu said. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
Gu Fuyou didn’t respond with words. She leaned over to press her face to the side of Zhong Michu’s neck, tucking her nose below the shelf of her jaw and inhaling deeply through her nose. Zhong Michu shivered as Gu Fuyou’s humid breath blew across her skin from her parted lips and didn’t stop as Gu Fuyou began sucking kisses along her neck and jaw.
“Fuyou—” Zhong Michu gasped when her wife sunk her teeth into the juncture of her neck and shoulder through her clothing. Gu Fuyou was not normally a biter—that was more Zhong Michu’s style—but she sometimes pulled out the move when she wanted to take more control during their lovemaking.
Gu Fuyou stood and stepped into Zhong Michu’s lap. She pushed at Zhong Michu’s shoulders, raising her eyebrows meaningfully when Zhong Michu continued to sit like a statue. It took a moment for Zhong Michu to understand her intent before she realized that Gu Fuyou was trying to push her onto her back. She let herself fall with a soft thump, her white robes billowing out around her like a cloud. Gu Fuyou crawled forward like a predator until she hovered over Zhong Michu’s body, caging her with her limbs. Slowly lowering her head, Gu Fuyou’s hair fell like a curtain, filtering their surroundings. Despite being out in the open, Zhong Michu felt as if they were in their bed, with the curtains drawn to block out the world. Gu Fuyou stared into her eyes, the humor from her entrance into the glade gone, replaced with an intensity that took Zhong Michu’s breath away.
With her lips mere cun away from Zhong Michu’s, Gu Fuyou murmured, “I want to fill my mind with the sight and sound of your pleasure, so that there is room for nothing else.”
Zhong Michu lifted a hand to cup Gu Fuyou’s cheek. She sometimes missed the roundness of Gu Fuyou’s original body, but having this woman present with her was better than being left with only memories. She nodded her assent. “If that will help you, then I am happy to oblige.”
Gu Fuyou’s eyes softened and a small mirthful smile cut across her lips. “And of course, I’m the only one getting something out of this arrangement, right?”
Zhong Michu’s face flooded with heat again, and her eyes darted away from her wife’s knowing look. “I suppose it will be enjoyable for me, as well.”
“If it’s not, then I am doing something terribly wrong,” Gu Fuyou said before capturing Zhong Michu’s lips with her own. While Zhong Michu got lost in the kiss, Gu Fuyou lightly skated her hands up and down her sides over her clothing, sending shivers racing down her spine. Zhong Michu clutched at Gu Fuyou like a lifeline. Foreplay and sex always made her feel clumsy. Thankfully, Gu Fuyou was happy to take the lead in this part of their relationship.
When Gu Fuyou moved her attention from Zhong Michu’s lips to her jaw, and then to the delicate skin of her neck, Zhong Michu reflexively tried to squeeze her legs together to relieve some of the needy tension in her core. The action served to pull Gu Fuyou’s body even closer to her own, tangling their legs together so that Gu Fuyou’s thigh pressed against her groin through layers of fabric.
Soon, Zhong Michu’s thighs felt sticky with sweat and sexual fluids that quickly cooled when Gu Fuyou scooted back and flipped her skirts up to bare her to the air. Zhong Michu opened her eyes in shock, only realizing at that moment that she must have closed her eyes sometime during Gu Fuyou’s ministrations. She trembled under her wife’s hungry eyes, suddenly very aware of how exposed they were. This land belonged to their estate, but there was always the slim chance that a servant or their daughter might stumble upon them.
Just as Zhong Michu was about to protest their location, Gu Fuyou leaned in and kissed directly on her wet folds. Zhong Michu’s knees jerked at the sudden sensation, but Gu Fuyou pressed her legs down to hold her in place. Weak to her wife’s will, Zhong Michu breathed deep and forced herself to relax into the feeling, rather than fight it.
Gu Fuyou’s tongue was tireless in its quest to bring Zhong Michu to climax, taking different shapes to fit into each nook and cranny of Zhong Michu’s genitals. The first orgasm came on slowly but inexorably. After the third orgasm, Zhong Michu was writhing on the ground, her mind and body alight with pleasure. When Gu Fuyou finally pulled back and leaned her cheek against Zhong Michu’s soft belly, tracing lazy patterns against her hip with a fingertip, they both took the time to catch their breaths and let their hearts rest.
After a time, Zhong Michu carded her fingers gently through Gu Fuyou’s loose hair and asked, “Are you feeling better now?” She felt Gu Fuyou gust out a sigh through her nose before nuzzling into Zhong Michu’s belly. A few seconds later, Fuyou gave a barely perceptible nod.
Zhong Michu’s chest ached with the intensity of her love for this woman.