|Sing for Me?
Author: ReLiC AnGeL PM
This is a collection of one-shot ficlets that I'm writing. Each chapter is something new.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,100 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-08-12 - Published: 06-07-10 - id: 6031394
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Burn For Me
Written by Relic-Angel
"You mean like this?"
"Ah! Yes! That's it! More! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
"Mint, please keep your voice down. If you keep yelling like that you'll wake the-!"
The two figures in the room groaned. One was a pale, slightly muscular man with flowing silver hair, a bit tussled and tangled in places from their romp, but he didn't let that bother him. His companion was a young woman with pale red hair that was usually kept up in a pair of loose pigtails held by two blue bands, which was left unfastened and scattered across her pillow, her white skin stained a pale vermillion from their heavenly lovemaking. Both of them were naked, the covers only as far up to their waists, their body warmth and the cool night breeze from the window daring them to expose their nudity for the sake of extra cuddle time.
Mint sat up in the twin-sized canopy bed and pulled on her blue dressing robe, tying the belt at the front.
"Hold on, Rumi-chan! Mama's on her way~!" she called out as she headed for the bedroom door. As she exited the room, she made sure to add a little more swagger in her step, making her beautiful butt look even more appealing to Rue.
Rue just sighed and said, "You'll never change."
"I know." His better half replied with a smirk.
"But I love you nonetheless."
The joys of motherhood... Mint thought as she travelled down the hallway and into the nursery. A fine-looking wooden crib stood next to the window, among other pieces of furniture that included an exquisitely-carved oak rocking chair and a foldable change table. Shelves filled with stuffed animals and baby toys lined the nursery walls.
Inside the crib, her baby girl was wailing to be fed.
"Hello, little princess! You ready for some milk?" The woman lifted her daughter up in her arms and gave her a cuddle. "I think you are~!"
She walked up to the rocking chair and sat down on it, cradling the baby's neck in the crook of her elbow. With blind fingers, she pulled open the folds in her robe with practised ease, exposing one of her breasts. She held the infant to her offering and the little mouth began to suckle. It was a strange sensation, but she soon grew accustomed to it.
Mint was amazed that this new existence was once growing inside of her, and yet, also felt strangely happy because the baby was something that she and her partner had created themselves. How did she produce such a cute little daughter? Rumi was the splitting image of Mint, with her fiery red hair and skin of cream, except for the russet eyes she had inherited from Rue, and the diamond-shaped jewel coloured a pale pink embedded on her forehead.
The young woman could still remember that magical night she spent with Rue at the inn nine months ago. Those adoring, lusty expressions he showed to her alone... The heat of his tongue on her womanhood, so hot it felt like she was melting... The sweet, sweet warmth of his kisses... The way his hands diligently massaged her breasts as he rocked inside of her... There was nothing else she wanted... Only the sight of that cute blush above his nose, those innocent brown eyes, and the attractive, snow-white hair taken out from its ponytail...
Rumi had stopped feeding and was looking up at her mother, wondering if something was wrong.
Mint pulled out of her reverie and gave a light chuckle "You're all finished?", breaking into a grin. She could have sworn the baby smiled at her in reply then was switched and paid the same attention to the other milk-filled mound. When her child was happily full and content, Mint put Rumi over her shoulder, softly rubbing the tiny back until she heard a loud, satisfactory burp.
"Judging by that burp it sounds like Rumi enjoyed her fill." a new voice drifted in from the doorway. Rue was standing outside the nursery in his thin cotton undershirt and boxer shorts, quietly observing the scene with a warm gaze.
"Yeah. She sure loves her milk." Mint responded as the man of her dreams paced up to the rocking chair and laced his gentle arms around her loosely from behind, Rue looking down at the little red-haired, brown-eyed child cooing in her mother's hold.
"She's as cheerful and energetic as the woman who carried her."
Mint set their daughter in a safe position on her lap, then refolded her sky-blue satin nightgown at the front. "You played a part in that too, Rue."
"And who was the one who said their body was a wedding gift to me?"
The redhead looked away as not to let Rue see the hot blush on her cheeks. "Sh-shut up. That flimsy chiffon getup was all Fancy Mel's idea."
"You mean the lingerie that looked like your relic-hunting outfit? But I thought you looked so good in them. That blue, white and brown coat with the matching blue skirt. In fact, the brown belt and white lace underwear accentuated your figure so well."
"Y...You remembered everything!?"
"Of course." Rue pressed a light kiss into Mint's hair. "That sight of you was one for the ages." He whispered in her ear.
Rumi wrinkled her nose and made a grunt of protest.
Her father giggled. "I haven't forgotten you, Rumi." He lightly touched the area where Rumi's jewel was. The infant blinked sleepily, and when Rue brought his hand back to him, he saw Rumi reach up to touch the jewel too. It lit up a light shade of green, then darkened again. His daughter let out a yawn and her eyes drooped shut. A minute later, both parents were greeted by a welcome sight; their successor fast asleep. Rue leaned his head against Mint's and the room grew quiet.
Mint sat still for a few moments before finally shifting her weight on the chair. She turned her bright burgundy eyes to the man at her side. "I think it's time we get out of here."
Rue gave a nod in answer and reached for Rumi to pick her up. He oh-so-carefully put his arms around the tiny bundle and held her to his muscled chest, whispering soft reassurances each time he heard the newborn utter a distressed sound in her sleep. He carried Rumi to her bassinet and lay her down in it, pulling the orange blanket up to her chin then arranged the "Rue" and "Mint" plush dolls to sit around her. Reaching up, Rue flicked the small button on the mobile that hung above the crib itself.
A soft, sweet melody wafted around the room and the stars on the mobile began to turn slowly, glowing a pale yellow light that emitted from the small crystal decorations. The light flickered around the room, causing the starry patterns on the ceiling to glow softly in the darkness. The sight was enchanting in the couple's eyes as they watched the stars glitter their eerie lights above them.
Taking one last look at their baby girl, both Mint and Rue crept out of the nursery and returned to their love nest, leaving Rumi to her dreams full of rainbows and sunshine...