Saiunkoku Monogatari Fan Fiction ❯ Worth Waiting For ❯ Worth Waiting For ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

She should be sleeping. It was late and she had a lot of work the  next day, but the disaster the kitchen had become that night kept her awake. Shuurei was sure her father or Seiran would be willing to clean it up in the morning, but they seemed to be better at making a mess than cleaning one up. The mess looked worse than it was, and it was easy enough to clean, except for the shelf. It wasn't that it was too high, but she didn't think it would be as heavy as it was. She was struggling with it when two large, strong hands appeared next to hers, easily lifting the shelf and setting it where it belonged.

“Seiran, thank...” she began but stopped when his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her tight against him.

“Please, don't say anything.” He told her, burying his face in her hair, “There are some things I need to tell you and I just need you to listen. Please.”

There was something about the tone of his voice that frightened her and she nodded.

Some of the tension left his body and she could feel him relax a little. “You know I would do anything to support you, I'd give my life to protect you. As long as you knew that, it was enough for me.” He paused. “Now you're moving away from me. Before you go too far, I wanted to tell you...” his arms around her waist tightened, “I love you. It's all right if you don't feel the same; I just wanted to tell you.”

“Seiran...” Shuurei turned in his arms, so she could face him.

His lips were suddenly on hers, softly at first, but quickly growing more passionate, almost desperate. As suddenly as the kiss began, Seiran ended it, pulling away from her. “I'm sorry, Ojou-sama. I...I..please forgive me.” He muttered, not meeting he eyes as he hurried out of the room.

Shuurei stood, rooted to the spot, watching Seiran's retreating back. Her fingers drifted to her mouth gently touching her lips, if she couldn't still feel his lips on hers, taste his tongue in her mouth, she would doubt his kiss had ever happened.

She couldn't remember a time when Seiran hadn't been part of her family. There had never been a time when she couldn't turn to him for help. When she was a child, he'd nursed her when she was sick, played with her when she was lonely, and comforted her when she was sad. She'd never thought of a time when he wouldn't be there, never thought things would change. In all that time ,she had never imagined he felt that way about her, even after he'd offered to marry her in Sa Province; she hadn't thought it was for any other reason than to protect her, but


maybe there was more to it than that.

A sudden thought occurred to her, now that Seiran had confessed his feelings to her, would he stay with her? She knew he wouldn't immediately leave, he'd stay with her for  a while, but it would eat at him. Having told her, he would feel he couldn't stay with her, she knew him well enough to understand that, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for him to leave. Realizing she couldn't leave things as they were she quickly left the kitchen.

Seiran lay stretched out on his back on his bed, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't meant to tell Shuurei any of it. Had it not been for the alcohol he'd consumed earlier that night, he would have continued to keep silent. He wasn't sure when he'd fallen in love with her. Didn't even realize he was in love with her until Sakujun had threatened to take her away. It had frightened him, the thought of losing her. He'd meant it when he offered to marry her. She'd taken it as an offer to save her from a worse marriage, but that was only partially true. He cursed himself for confessing to her and making her share his burden.

The door to his room suddenly flew open and Shuurei burst in.

Seiran quickly sat up, “Oujo-sama...” he began but she hurried over to him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“Did you mean it?” she asked matter of factly.

He refused to meet her eyes, not sure how to answer her. She wouldn't believe him if he tried to lie to her, but he couldn't admit the truth either, “Forgive me, Oujo-sama. I shouldn't have said what I did.”

“That's not what I asked.” When he refused to answer or even look at her. Shuurei stood up and embraced him, laying her head on his shoulder, she told him, “I can't imagine not having you always be my side. It scares me to think there might come a time when you might leave me and never come back. I...” she could feel the tears threatening and she had to stop.

“Oujo-sama.” Seiran whispered, his arms encircling her, pulling he close.

“Is that love?” she finally whispered.

He nodded, “Maybe not the same kind of love I was talking about, but it makes me happy to hear you say it.”

She pulled away from him  and stood. Staring into his eyes, she untied her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders.

Seiran leaped to his feet, grabbing he arms before the robe could fall too far.”Don't.”


She reached up, taking his face in her hands, pulling his mouth to hers. He tried to resist her kiss at first, but was unable to ignore the feel of her  soft lips against his. Pulling her against him, he took advantage of her slightly open mouth, deepening the kiss. She pulled her arms out of his grip, allowing the robe she was wearing to fall to the floor, and then wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her naked body against his. Seiran's arms moved to encircle her waist, careful to keep his hands only on the small of her back, wanting to touch more, but afraid to move them too far without permission. He ended the kiss, moving his lips to her neck, secretly waiting for her to push him away, but instead her hands buried themselves in her hair.

“Oujo-sama.” He murmured against he neck, his voice throaty, his tone possessive and shivers raced through Shuurei's body. She reached behind her and grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm to her front; she placed his hand over her breast. Seiran froze for just a moment shocked by the feel of her warm, soft breast in his palm. His hand closed around it as his mouth dropped to her other breast sucking the nipple into his mouth.

Shuurei arched into his touch, her hands moving down his neck, under his shirt to run along his wide, strong shoulders, down his arms. Those strong arms that had held her so tenderly yet protected her so ferociously.

Seiran spun around,  guiding her gently backwards to ward the bed. He lifted her gently and laid her on the bed. She was breathing heavily, he noticed as he removed his shirt, and for just a moment he was worried that she may have changed her mind and was too afraid to tell him. Then he saw the look in her eyes, he never thought he'd see that naked desire in her eyes, especially directed at him. His own heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly climbed onto the bed, moving over her.

Her hands reached out to him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, his body covering hers. His large, warm hands slowly ran down her sides, gently moving her legs apart so that he could lay between them. Trailing his hand up her inner thigh, he slid a finger between her folds, Shuurei gasped, her hips thrusting towards him.

Seiran pulled her closer against him, as her legs wrapped around his trapping his hand between them. He slid a second finger in, his lips latching onto her neck, not sure how long he would be able to wait watching her thrash about below him. Listening to her tiny whimpers and moans, he buried his face in her neck murmuring, “You're so beautiful.”

“Seiran, please.” Shuurei whimpered, her hands running down his back, closing on his hips, pulling him closer, lifting her hips to meet his.

He needed no more urging, Pulling away, he moved his clothes, freeing his erection, slowly removing his fingers, he positioned himself at her opening, looking down into her face he asked, “Are you sure?”



Shuurei smiled, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, “Yes. I'm sure.” Seiran smiled back at her and then thrust in. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, the sudden burning,  stretching pain  was unexpected. Looking up at Seiran, his eyes closed tight, his body trembling slightly as he held still waiting. She could see that he was afraid of hurting her. Shifting slightly under him, she found that while it did hurt to move, it was a pleasurable sort of pain, and she wanted more. Moving her hips against his she encouraged him to move.

With a relieved sigh, Seiran leaned over her  and began to move, slowly at first but moving faster, encouraged by her cries of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer, pushing her hips against his, doing her best to keep up with him, and continue that strange pleasure/pain that seemed to be building towards something.  His thrusts sped up and she unable to keep up with him. She clung to him, something building inside her, something she couldn't define, something which suddenly burst into waves of pleasure that washed over her. Her nails dug into Seiran's flesh, her body tensed and froze, a wordless cry escaping from her lips.

“Shuurei.” Seiran moaned into her ear as he pushed into her one last time, spilling his seed into her as he collapsed against her.

They lay still for a moment, catching their breath. Seiran slowly pulled away, moving to lay next to her, unsure of what to say or how to act. Doubts were  already starting to cloud his mind, wondering if he'd made a mistake. He turned towards her, still not entirely sure what he should say.

Shuurei rolled over, laying her head on his chest, her arm reaching up so she could wrap it around his neck. “We should probably get some sleep.” she murmured, “There's a lot to do tomorrow, arrangements to be made...”

He lifted his head so he could look down into her face, “Arrangements?”

She sat up, smiling at him, then kissed him softly, pulling away, she whispered against his lips, “We'll talk about it tomorrow.”

Seiran was still unsure of what she meant, but was sure it was something positive as she laid her head on his chest again, cuddling against him.  He wrapped his arms around her and lay back, whatever it was it was worth waiting for.