304 5.48 – Her Tears – The Sleepless Elite’s Wife
— Author’s note —-
Edited by Psycho S.
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He arranged the horns in between the strands of her hair and he put the fangs on himself in an attempt to lighten her mood. It was his own way of trying to cheer her up after she had to deal with his horrible mood. He noticed that she balled up like a shrimp and so, he caressed her hair and asked her, genuinely, “Is it hard being with ?”
Bing Shi swallowed heavily as she closed her eyes. The more she thought about their relationship, the more she was being forcefully confronted with the truth. The truth of their relationship made her want to cry, more and more and more. She wanted to cry a new ocean into existence when she acknowledged how screwed their relationship was.
There were chains built around her limbs; when they were first made, she had no clue (but she suspected that they were made far before she agreed to be with him) and why they were shackled around his neck, she would never know (each lone chain rged into one thick collar locked around his neck and she did not want to find out why). She only knew that, if one of them were to go this way, the other would not dare to go a different way. They couldn’t hope to function normally without the other...
“I’m taking my baby for a stroll tomorrow. We’ll visit the movie set to cheer on you, alright?” He whispered softly into her ear. He knew how his wife had a love-hate relationship with his cars and, with this, he hoped that he would get a reaction from her.
He adored her love language; despite hating PDA more than he did, she confessed her love to him before the whole world in a very specific way. She confessed thrice in a row and only he had the sacred knowledge of knowing this. When he thought that his love was too much for anyone, she proved him wrong. He still couldn’t get used to it. To receive the sa amount of love as delivered... It made him feel happy. His mood stabilized. For how long? He didn’t know himself.
“Bing Shi, I’ll behave. I promise I won’t break anyone’s jaw for looking at you the wrong way...” He said as he nuzzled into her wet cheeks. Why was she crying again? Each soft hiccup that left her chest felt as though his heart punched itself in a steady beat.
.....
He hoped that she could understand his love language. His love language was much simpler than hers... He ran his steady hands down her thighs and then to her curled knees. He allowed his fingers to trail softly on every raised goosebump that arose on her delicate skin; he savoured the feeling of soft hairs greeting the tips of his fingers as a mimic of a wave.
Slowly, he would slide his arms around her waist once more and kiss softly at one of her closed eyes. With everything he did, from the words he would say -like a promise looking like it was ready to be broken- to the touches he gifted onto her skin -she was glass, she was glass, she was glass... and he was a hamr-, made her pour more tears into his chalice cup of a heart.
The taste of her tears were salty when he licked at one corner of her eye; the sa one he’d sweetly kissed before.
“Oh my love,” he reverently whispered into her reddened skin as he nuzzled into her neck. She shuddered when the tip of his nose teasingly glided from behind her ear, to her uncovered shoulder. When did his shirt slide down?
“Do you hate ?” He questioned as he placed fleeting butterfly kisses from her shoulder, down, down, down to her shaking hand. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice probably escaped her with her running tears.
He opened up her hand to admire each individual finger with a gentle peck of his lips. One, two, three, four... He moved his head down to press his lips briefly at her thumb, finishing up his worship of this particular hand. He then leaned forward and pressed her palm into his forehead. Slowly, oh so slowly, he would mouth softly at the veins in her wrist.
From her angle, it looked as though he was praying to her. Did he think of her as a goddess or a monster in disguise? She wept softly. He murmured into her skin, his breathy voice almost lost to her ears, “Am I annoying you, my dearest?”
Bing Shi sucked in her breath. Her chest hurt when she tried to breathe. Her hand, the one he seed to favour, would push weakly at his forehead. She wouldn’t answer his question as his grip tightened on her hand. Instead, she would mutter, her voice nasally, “You’re hurting ...”
Seeing that he finally got a reaction out of her, he imdiately asked her, “Do you want to give you so space?”
At her nod, he felt miserable. He wanted to jump off a building; she had to be very annoyed with him- she touched his cheek and parted his lips to observe his fangs. This action gave him so hope. He would let go of her hand and watch as she took away the fangs.
“Those...” She would begin to say as she put the fangs on herself, “...are mine.” She finished the sentence after pausing to rub her eyes. He then silently watched as she turned away from him and sobbed silently, blowing her nose into his expensive shirt in a loud manner.
He threw away the intention of giving her so alone ti. He may have been misbehaving again, but so what? Asking for so space didn’t equate to being alone.
He would curl his body around her and hug her from behind. Satisfied with this, he would run his tongue up the side of her tilted neck and run it all the way up to her ear. The tip of his tongue mischievously licked along the outer rim, before it would retreat smartly before he was smacked away by Bing Shi.
He would mutter into her ear after playing with it, “I’ve always wanted to avoid this, but it’s unavoidable. Bing Shi, what’s the next stage of a love-struck fool? I think I’m advancing.”
“Maybe go ask the one you love more than ?” She quietly recomnded this suggestion to him. She blinked as she registered the obvious bitter tone in her voice.
“That’s what I’m doing. I always co to love the current Bing Shi more than the past Bing Shi. Let explain...” Lu Kai continued to blabber so nonsense for a whole hour until his throat went dry, “Would you mind shutting up with the stunt you pulled a while ago? Or should I continue satisfying your inner sadist?”
Cupping his cheeks, she kissed his bitten lips, succumbing to his advances. His tongue was long and soft and seed to wrap itself around hers. He took control of the pace of the kiss and she lted into the slow kiss. But even though the kiss was slow, damn if it weren’t burning her up on the inside. The flas that licked at her insides were not brought into existence by desire; no, they were fueled by this man’s love for her. Eternal. Hot. Terrifying.
Tears slid down her cheeks as a result of the passionate kiss- the tears did not contribute to the salty ocean and nor were they the beginnings of a new river of despair. No, no, no... They were a physical manifestation of the fanning flas inside of her. Her tears, watery as they were, were a show of the ashes that he turned her logic into, simply because of this all-consuming kiss.
He changed her into a big cry baby that could take down a group of barbarians. Weak before him, strong before others. That was who she beca thanks to him patiently molding her into soone who could take what others gave.
How was it possible for a man of this caliber to be so insecure? She thought they already resolved this crisis. The change happened out of nowhere. Why was it here again? Shouldn’t she be the insecure one?
Bing Shi sighed as she wiped away her remaining tears and blew out the last of her snot into his shirt. After doing so, she would look up at his massive fra that pinned her from both sides, and she would say, “Before we do anything... Let’s take this sowhere else. I don’t want to dirty our couch.”
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