Faith fanfic recs...

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I bring you more!

The awesome craxycat_76 has two Choi Young/Eun Soo fics - Desperation and Lingering.

The equally awesome rockharlequin has just finished her four-part CY/ES fic. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

And last, but not least, a super-cool Anon left me some deliciously NC-17 CY/ES fic here.

Happy reading! I am off to watch this week's Arang and the

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Part III

She touched his bare chest, running finger down to his abs, tracing old scars, stopping at the scar that was caused by her stab. “It healed well”, she mentioned. She ran her hands up along his strong warrior arms, his shoulders, “So beautiful” she thought to herself. She cradled his face in her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He took the band off his hair, and their black silkiness fell cascading onto her fingers. “If we are not married, can we be together like that?” - she asked. “I remember reading that General Choi Young wife’s last name was Yoo. Could it be me?”, it occurred to her.

He plainly asked: “Could it be? Because then we can rightfully spend all the time together without anyone ever trying to stop us. “
“Maybe later, not tonight, let’s talk about it later”, she said.
” As you wish”, he answered quietly and seriously.

She looked at him again and asked: “Can you hold me close, please?” He embraced her in a hug, tender and not sexual, but he was almost naked and she was so close. All of a sudden he lifted her up in his arms and she curled up next to his chest, with her head resting right next to his heart. “Is it better?” he asked. She turned to him: “Take me to bed, please”.
He carried her carefully, as if she was made out of the most fragile substance in the universe and placed her on her bed. She sat up, with her legs down the side of the bed.

- In my world, a man helps a woman take her clothes off before they make love.

He of course, did not understand half of the words she used. He echoed: “clothes off, making love. What is it?”
She laughed. It was not anything she could ever have imagined. He was like oh so sexy, but a clueless boy, and she enjoyed his innocence. She was grateful that such an amazing man would want to be with her and she wanted to give him the kind of memory that would be worthy of his trust and confession.

She took his hands and directed them toward her tunics, helping him to move fabric off her shoulders. He understood without any further explanation. He took care not to be rough and it probably required all of his self control to do so. He stopped at the last layer, not daring to proceed.

“It’s OK”, she said, softly. “I want to.”

And then he took it off and lifted her in his arms and held her as close as humanly possible without crushing all of her bones. All of his fantasies were nothing compared to reality. He felt passion, but he wanted to slow down and savor every second. He wanted to see her, to absorb her as a part of his being, to saturate his every cell with her! She was a little cold, he thought as she was trembling in his arms, so he put her down and looked over her whole body. There was just one last small thin undergarment on and it was triangular, covering her lower body, just below stomach. He would never touch that, ever…

She pulled him closer and… untied his pants, which slid down. He was embarrassed. He did not know why, but he was. She asked him if he was OK.

“I never… I … I’m sorry”.

“Don’t be. I love you.” She said.

He never heard those words from her lips. They made him feel welcomed and happy and he forgot about his exposed body and that they were both naked. He just laid next to her and then moved both of them underneath the blanket so that she is not cold. After her poisoning, he was scared to ever feel her being cold.