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1 Doctor + 1 Jealous BF + 3 Gangsters = ?

⌛ Who: Wen Qing, Jiang Cheng, and the Kinnporsche boys
⌛ What: Getting Vegas out of the hospital and bringing them to her house
⌛ When: Evening of Oct 3
⌛ Where: Hospital + Wen Qing's house
⌛ Warnings: A lot of growly boys probably, but will update as needed

It's getting dark outside when Wen Qing arrives at the hospital with Jiang Cheng in tow. She has a leather bag full of medical supplies strapped over one shoulder as they head toward the room Kinn told her. The building makes her uncomfortable, but she doesn't let it show.

She knocks on her patient's door and bows to whoever answers it.

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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.

The movement had Cheng exhaling. He almost felt like he was going to faint and it had been too long in his opinion. Rolling his hips, he enjoys the pleasure that came from it and caught between moving faster and making it last for as long as possible, Cheng kisses her again, letting the rhythm come slow and easy until it taxed his patience too much.

Her arms, legs, and even toes curl as each stroke within her radiates pleasure like waves. Wen Qing draws her hips to meet him with every thrust, amazed at how it feels.

She isn't going to last. She doesn't even know that's a goal. However, she wishes this ecstasy with Cheng could last forever. At long last, it feels as though she's found where she belongs.

As Cheng quickens the pace, her cries become more desperate. Tears gather at the edge of her eyes as the intensity increases. They spill out when his motion shatters her.

His eyes are barely open as he watches, chasing his own end and groaning when she finds hers. He finishes with a groan, pressing in deep and keeping still as he pumps into her, his nerves all lit with the euphoria he feels.

When he relaxes, his arms gather around her to keep her close and tip them on their sides.

Similar to the first time, the might of their orgasm leaves her trembling and wrecked. She'd gotten what she'd been dreaming of the past few weeks and never had she felt so fulfilled and victorious.

Curling in against him, she pants quietly basking in the mind-numbing warmth Cheng has given her. Tilting her head up, she presses a few tiny kisses against his neck and jaw. "My sweet A-Cheng," she murmurs softly, enjoying the sound and the feel of his name on her lips.

With that, he purrs, winding his arms around her more and basking in the affection she gives him. He feels things were going to be okay now. And he dares just a little to trust that hope.

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