jikan_rpg | 1 Doctor + 1 Jealous BF + 3 Gangsters = ?

She's quiet for a few long moments, reeling silently before training her face to a perfect calm. "I see." Being with her is a risk he doesn't want to take because it'll feel like a trap. She didn't do these awful things to him, but that hardly matters.

Still, she's just frustrated enough and tired enough to give that another push- even though she realizes it's probably a bad idea. "A-Cheng, I'm not Nie Huaisang. You're the one with the key. You're the one choosing which side of the door you're on if you lock it."

She stands and steps away from him, giving him the space he seems to want. Or perhaps, it's what she needs to protect herself. "I have no say."

Jiang Cheng sat there, probably looking like the stupidest person on earth. He had thought that he was communicating his concerns (he was a terrible communicator and he knew it.) He hadn't moved in because he was afraid. He was afraid of being trapped, afraid of being thought of as someone who simply slept their way into homes and couldn't provide for himself. Which, he was currently with his sister, so how was that any different?

But her words? They cut. He had thought they were progressing forward! Cheng had no confidence in this department and what little he had built had been so easily shattered by someone who was no longer here. But it looked like Wen Qing wasn't interested in that. It felt too much like before when she returned the comb to him and didn't want the protection or help he could provide. And why would she? There were two capable men now with a third she could take care of. There was no reason to have Cheng around anymore. He had already dropped everything, made certain she had the proper supplies for her charges-there was no reason to keep him around if he wasn't 'putting out.'

Right. Not like Nie Huaisang at all. He wished things could have returned to a few days prior before all these idiots showed up. He had thought things were changing, hoping for something that...He guessed he was just being hopeful again.

If anything, he still had his pride and wrapped that around him like a mantle. He stood up gracefully, looking in her direction but not at her. "My apologies for keeping you. I've monopolized your time."

He bowed, still not looking directly at her. "You are strong and capable. I know these men are in good hands. Rest well, Wen Qing."

No need to stop him. He knows his way out.

Wen Qing's hands curl into tiny fists when she turns around, she flings some spiritual energy into keeping the door shut.

"You're the most frustrating person I've ever met!" She snaps. "I don't know what you want from me! I've never done this before with anyone. I want you to ask me what I want too and to hear me when I say I'm not trying to push you to do anything. I'm doing my best to say the opposite. I want you to tell me what you really think and for you to care what I think."

"I'm the most frustrating person?" He swung around, this time looking at her. "Well, what the fuck do you want? Me? The guy who qi deviated because some other idiot broke his heart? You want me to move in with you because you don't trust me to take care of myself? You don't trust anyone else to take care of me?"

He lifted his arms and then let them flop against his sides. "You say you're not pushing, but then you're snapping. I dropped everything to make certain you had this place ready for three strange men because you asked; you're a doctor, and a damn good one, and that one guy needs your help. I want to make certain you're safe in their presence and I'm the one with the jealous streak. Because I growled." Damn this kizuna magic! He could feel himself get upset with every breath he took, his mind spinning wildly.

"You want me, but then you don't. I tell you I'm not ready, that I'm afraid of the same shit happening again and then I'm frustrating because I'm not meeting your expectations? Please, please tell me what your expectations are, but I will not be another bed warmer. I want someone who likes me, and I will assure you I am not a likable person at all. Ever. I love two people and ..." His anger fades just a bit, the realization of what he just said dawning on him. "And they don't want me for who I am. How can I be jealous? I love two people." Cheng's lip trembled as he repeated the statement, not understanding why he still felt this unbalanced. Was it because of his core or something else?

He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped, not knowing what he wants to say after all that. "My problems are my own. You didn't cause them. But you sure as hell take them personally."

"YES! I want you! I want the idiot who had a qi deviation. And no I don't want anyone else taking care of you. I don't trust them with something that means so much to me, just like you don't trust these men." She stamps her foot in frustration.

"You did. And you have been doing that stuff for me, which makes me think you actually.. you might want me too?" She looks away for a moment. "I don't want you to be a bed warmer! I don't want you to be in a cage! I want you to want me and to pick me. I want you to sit on the porch swing and tell me what you think. I want the comb I so foolishly gave back to you!"

She steps forward and tries, if he lets her, to take his hand. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep hearing you talk about how much you love two people when I'm standing right here?" Her eyes stung with tears. "I want to give you all the time you need, but don't make me pretend anymore that it doesn't hurt."

Hearing all of that, hearing how she wants that damnable comb, was enough. As soon as she touched his hand and finished spewing out her pain, he can't help but rush, in, pull her close and if he can manage to quiet her with a kiss? Yes, that too.

"Yes, I want you. You're one of those people I love, Wen Qing. But you deserve perfection. I am not." Cheng can't help but pull her in close, holding her tight up against him, half afraid to let go. "Not ever."

There's a tiny squeak when instead of being pushed away, she's being pulled in. The kiss has all the other words she may have said fade away until she's clinging to him just as hard as he is in return.

"You certainly won't ever be perfect if you keep saying 'one of'!" She scolds with a watery voice, her expression just shy of a pout. "You're the only one I've ever wanted, A-Cheng. I've loved you since you were being so stupid at Gusu, smiling like a fool every time you saw me."

A small whine comes from him as he takes in another kiss. He's not perfect. He could never be perfect. His flaw of loving people made him imperfect. He didn't know how to feel about that so he shoves that in the back of his mind, focusing on warm soft lips and the body pressed up against him.

A tilt of his head makes the angle better and there's a quiet groan from him, the tension and frustration of the past few weeks' stress finally hitting him full force.

Perfection is overrated! She likes his flaws for the most part, although the flaw he sees isn't a flaw at all.

Wen Qing feels dizzy as the power behind his kisses hit her. She never would've dreamed their argument could've led to something like this. Her adrenaline from their fight mixes with the passion that is erupting in her veins leaving her trembling. She ignores it though in favor of matching each desperate kiss.

Her fingers tangle in his hair and presses, wanting him closer and closer.

He can feel her fingers in his hair and he finally feels the last of his own restraint go. Cheng moves forward, heading back to the futon as his hands slide around her hips and then creeping her dress up. The benefit of these modern clothes were that there was a lot less ties and sashes to worry about.

"A-Cheng," she breathes out, practically a moan. She lets him guide her toward the bed and ripples of excitement run through her. She wants this- she wants him, but she just needs to be sure.

"A-Cheng, you don't have to." That just might be a blatant lie at this point. Her body is awake and all the longing she's felt the last month or so is surfacing with dizzying force. Her grip tightens around him, saying exactly the opposite of what her words did.

"I feel no obligation," he pants out softly, holding on just as tightly, wondering if it would be presumptuous that he just lift her up and carry her. "Need you, A-Qing."

Everything is hot and dizzying and he needs to get their clothes off! Trying to do that and walk and not tear anything was a challenge. So instead of working on her dress, he goes with what's familiar and starts removing his clothes, still trying to keep connected to her mouth as he leans the rest of his body back so he has room to work.

That would've been really hot! Fortunately, all of this is hot. The sound of his voice, his hands on her hips, the tantalizing way he had been raising her dress, all perfect.

As he starts on his clothes, her hands swiftly move to help him. Tugging on sashes, pushing back silk, she needs his skin touching hers. She breaks the kiss when fingers reach his chest. Her lips kiss down his neck and hands spread greedily against his pecs.

A low moan rattles through his chest as it's touched. And he leans more into her hands, looking down to watch for a moment before he continues to bunch up the skirt of her dress, ready to just pull it over her head and be done with it.

These dresses really are much simpler than they're used to! She wriggles and lifts her arms so Cheng can easily slip the fabric up her body. Besides her chemise that comes off with the dress, there's a pretty, red, embroidered du dou tied around her chest.

Taking his hands, she guides them the rest of the way to her bed. Reaching behind her, she unfastens the du dou and hands it to him. "I want you to have it."

Everything stops for a moment as he takes the fabric, moving it between his fingers. Without breaking eye contact, he folds it and carefully sets it aside, then practically crawls to her, eyes full of hunger as he swoops in for another kiss. His hands moved towards her chest with no hesitation, caressing her silky skin before cupping over one breast, humming low in his chest.

She's never done anything like this before. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she watches how clearly her gift was meaningful to him. It's what lovers do and they were now lovers! Just the two of them! Miracles really can happen, who knew?

Qing welcomes his kiss eagerly, her legs and arms curling around him. Fingers slide along the back of Cheng's neck lovingly. Her mouth opens and lets out a quiet gasp as he touches her. "A-Cheng," she pleads before chasing his lips for another hungry kiss.

Having her wrap around him was bliss. Why the hell had he been waiting so damn long? Cheng didn’t know. And right now he didn’t care. What he did care was getting the rest of his clothes off without loosing contact with her. With a gasp, he parts from the kiss and latches his mouth around a nipple, humming pleasantly as he teased the nub to full hardness. Everything she had to offer, he craved.

Her back arches and her head rolls back with a cry. The sensation on her breast is so much better from his mouth than it had in her own hand. She'd almost convinced herself there wasn't a difference and she could take care of herself just fine.

"Y- yes! That feels so good!"

Her encouragement was all he needed. Cheng was all for her calling out praises and the pleasure he felt was a lovely tingling shiver down his spine. It wasn't until the one nipple was hard and reaching up to his lips before he turns to the next as his hand moves to her core and press his palm there.

"A-Cheng!" She moans and sucks in a sharp breath when her other breast is taken. Fingers thread through his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp. Her eyes trail down and she's mesmerized by the sight. She'd thought she might not get to experience this again with him. Now he looks like he's ready to gobble her up and never let go.

"I love you," she breathes in awe of what's happening.

He looks up when he hears those words, the words he had longed to hear. And his whole expression softens, lifting up to press the sweetest of kisses to her lips. "You touch my soul," was the dark rasp in his voice. "I want to touch yours, too."

This time, his hand travels down her thigh to guide it up over his hip. The past weeks feel like one giant tease and he isn't able to wait any longer.

Heart in her eyes, Qing is lost in this perfect moment. She surrenders completely to this man in her arms. Whatever happened in the past can stay there. There's nothing but the two of them and this time they have together from now on. Moving a hand, she presses her palm against his chest over his heart. "You already do."

Slick with desire, she willingly opens up to him. "I'm yours."

He struck still for a moment, watching her and having his heart skip beats in the process. Normally he's a little more patient, but not now. Not after all this time.

Cheng makes a sound between a whimper and a groan, already moving in to occupy the space she offered. A few strokes between her slick folds and he gasps, shifting so that he could push in. And when he does, there's a sigh of relief on his lips before he squashes it with another kiss, letting the heat wash over him.

Qing's eyes glaze over for a moment as he fills her and she gasps. The act once again proves there's a significant difference between her own fingers and the sheer bulk of Cheng's cock. It steals her breath away and her hands tighten around his shoulders.

She melts as he kisses her and experimentally pushes her hips forward. The sensation that little movement floods her senses, making her groan.

1 Doctor + 1 Jealous BF + 3 Gangsters = ?

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