Mars fan fiction
As ppl like to read fan fiction here, I am reposting my tag scene from MARS here. Please keep in mind, this scene is an insert for ep 16 so it contains spoilers.
VENUS & MARS
“Look at me,” Ling whispered and showered Qi Luo’s face with soft kisses. “It’s me, Ling.”
For a moment the fear was too overwhelming but Qi Luo opened her eyes and stared up into Ling’s face. She felt vulnerable and frightened but she wanted this, wanted to share this with Ling.
“I feel so dirty, so foul …” she replied, squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t look at me … please Ling …”
“Ssshhhh, Qi Luo, open your eyes,” Ling replied, caressing her tear stained face. “Nothing in this world is as pure and innocent as you are right now.”
His words went straight to her heart. How was it possible that he was so tender, so caring whereas she felt as if she was the filthiest thing on Earth? She wanted to tell him just that when his lips stopped her words and she closed her eyes.
His lips were warm and caring as he gently nudged her mouth open. In former times, he had always went in for the kill, but now, all his experience meant nothing. He wanted to possess her, so much was true, but instead of taking what she was offering, he had the urge to simply give himself to her. This was the woman he loved, this was Qi Luo - the missing part of his soul.
Stunned and unable to resist, Qi Luo raised her arms and her hands found his face, framed it and then she ran her fingers through his long hair. She wanted him. She wanted him with a desperation she had never felt before and was sure would never feel with any other man. For this moment nothing but what was between them existed and she felt carefree and innocent. All that mattered where his hands on her and his tongue dancing with her own in an intense and arousing dance.
She felt like a woman, she felt desired and in this one instant she knew that she would never return to the state of the shy and timid woman, would never return to her old life. Angling her head to deepen the kiss, Qi Luo poured all her love into it, plastering her body even closer to the hard planes of his.
Gently he pried the shirt ends apart, his lips leaving a fiery trail of kisses on her skin and when he felt her relaxing, whispering sweet nothings to her, his heart felt like cheering.
She hissed when his mouth left a kissing trail to her breasts while his thumb massaged the already kissed nipple. She wanted him, wanted him with such desperation, she did not notice how her arms came around him and drew him nearer, drew him on top of her.
"I want you, Ling," she whispered, gazing into his brown eyes that burned with a fire that would have scared her months ago.
“Then use me, Qi Luo,” he whispered back with a smile. “Take my body and use me,” he repeated, using words that went back almost to the beginning of their relationship.
Qi Luo stared up at him confused.
“Ling?” she asked and watched as Ling slipped beside her, his arms crossed beneath his head.
“Use me, Qi Luo. Do whatever you like. My body is yours …”
For long moments they just stared at each other and inwardly Ling was holding his breath. Would she do it? he thought. Even though he wanted to possess her soon, for her sake he could wait. After almost two years of dating, he could even wait a little while longer, even though it hurt like hell.
He closed his eyes and hissed out a breath of relief when he felt Qi Luo’s hands tentatively stroke down the side of his face and shoulders. He dared not speak or move and he barely breathed when he felt her yanking his t-shirt of his head. Ouch, he thought, that hurt but he dared not speak. This was too special, too important and for a short fleeting moment he felt as nervous as he had when he bedded a woman for the first time. For Qi Luo and him this was the first time, a first time that he would cherish and treasure forever in his heart.
Hearing Ling’s words, Qi Luo had to smile. She had been so shocked when he had first spoken them so long time ago, and she remembered his shock on his face when she had actually told him she wanted his body … for painting. But unlike before where she used paint and brushes to put his body on canvas, now she would use her hands and fingers to follow the hollows and angles of Ling’s body. This was almost like painting, wasn’t it? Sculpting and discovering his texture, following it with light brushes of her finger tips. She could discover him to her heart’s desire and she loved Ling all the more for giving her this gift.
After she had gotten rid of his shirt, and oh my goodness, he looked perfect. Even more perfect than she had painted his naked torso for the Mars painting, and for a moment she hesitated. She felt breathless, her skin seemed to crackle with electricity whenever she touched his. She felt breathless and nervous and oh so gloriously in charge. She could do this, she could look and touch to her heart’s desire. And she wanted to, oh she so wanted to. Taking a shaking breath she bent down, seeing the goosebumps appear on Ling’s skin, watching his nipple pucker as her breath fanned over it. She closed her eyes and kissed.
Hot burning desire was shooting through Ling as her lips met his skin. He felt too hot, too hard, too everything and yet he felt strong and weak at the same time. How he loved her! He would do anything, endure anything to make this night special to her. He closed his eyes briefly and suppressed a groan when he felt her licking his nipple. Oh MY GOD!? Was this how women felt? His hands fisted into the bed sheets as he felt her hands on his skin, warm loving hands that usually soothed but this moment, they were arousing him to the point of no endurance. How he loved her! He wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick into her and yet he had to endure. Had to let her find a way to overcome the terrors of her past. At this moment he would die a happy man.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers scraping over the bulge of his jeans. Oh Lord, this was too soon, she couldn’t possible take it, and he couldn’t take it any longer. If she continued, oh, if she continued … he hissed out a breath when the touching stopped. Relieved and frustrated at the same time, he focused on Qi Luo’s face who looked concerned down on him.
“Ling?” she asked. She was sitting straddled on his legs, her arms still twisted in his shirt and she looked like a goddess to him.
“Use me, Qi Luo, use my body …” he whispered hoarsely, meeting her inquisitive stare.
“But what should I do?” she asked breathlessly, feeling beautiful and pure and wanton all at the same time.
“Whatever you like, love. Whatever you like. I’m here to be taken, remember?”
Qi Luo smiled at that and bent over him, her long hair falling down around them, trapping them inside a soft cocoon of black silken tresses.
“Touch me, Ling,” she whispered as she put soft butterfly kisses across his chest, up his throat and on the corners of his mouth. “Touch me, Ling, show me!”
Tentatively, as if he didn’t trust himself, his arms slowly snaked up her legs and around her waist. Lord, she was so tiny, so small that his fingers almost touched around her middle. The desire to surge upward, to rip off her clothes and his own, to take her, was almost overwhelming, but he wanted this first time to be special. He had to be gentle, even if it cost him.
Slowly, not taking his eyes off her face, his fingers drew soft circles on the fabric of her tank top. Up and up he touched, scraping fingers underneath his shirt and drawing it down her trembling shoulders and arms. She looked beautiful and he could see that she was aroused, her nipples two quivering peaks through the soft fabric of her top. He strained his neck to raise himself towards the two beckoning peaks and when his lips closed around one of them, he could hear the sigh, could feel the heaving of her body as she tumbled into his arms.
Time passed and later he didn’t know how they had managed to get rid of their clothes, but from the look of things they were all strewn across the bed and the floor. Skin on skin to Qi Luo had been a humbling and exciting experience. All the women before her had not meant anything, the moment Qi Luo’s skin, her naked body, had touched his, he had felt like a newborn man, a man with no experience, a man only born to love and make love to this woman. They had discovered each other’s bodies, had learnt about the soft curves and hard angles, had learnt which areas had been the most sensitive and the most arousing. Watching Qi Luo respond to his caresses, and experiencing his respond to her, he felt like he could take on the whole world. This was it. This was his turning moment in life.
They had reversed their positions and once again he lay in the cradle of her arms, his body covering her from head to toe. He supported himself on his arms above her and for a moment he felt incredibly nervous and afraid. Up till now, they had just caressed and kissed, but now … now as he lay heavy and throbbing at her soft entrance, he felt all of a sudden shy himself. His body wanted to plunge and take, but his mind was suddenly timid. What if he hurt her? What if her experiences with her stepfather had hurt her to the point where she could never happily accept him? He remembered something Qing Mei had told him a while ago, for women this was special and for a woman like Qi Luo it had to be even more special. A special show of trust and love. He had just never realized just how special it was for him as well. But only with Qi Luo. Always only with Qi Luo.
Lord, he wished he could have been more prepared, he wished he could have put her down on a bed with rose petals, soft music playing in the background and candles setting the mood. He wished he could show her how much he cherished her and how far this time was removed from her experiences with her step father.
“Ling?” Qi Luo asked and cradled his face between her hands. He suddenly looked so fierce and uncertain. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes met her in a snap and for a moment all she could see was the burning desire in them. It made her shudder with anticipation but also with fear. Fear for the unknown.
“You couldn’t possibly do anything wrong, Qi Luo,” he replied hoarsely. “I just wish … I just wish I could have given you all the romantic trappings you girls seem to crave, soft light, fragrance, rose petals … ” he stopped when Qi Luo chuckled. She was giggling? He asked himself. Yes, she was positively giggling.
“Oh Ling,” she gasped between two giggles. “You are so sweet.”
“Sweet?” he asked incredulously. Sweet? When he was concerned about her welfare?
“Yes, sweet,” she replied and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “When I’m with you I don’t need rose petals and candles, Ling. But if you insist we can do that next time. And then the time following …” she grinned and loved the shaken expression on his face. “Will there be a next time?”
“Qi Luo,” he said and for a moment he couldn’t suppress a groan. Burying his head in the nape of her neck, he tried to bite down on the laughter that was surging up in him. They hadn’t done anything than neck tonight and she was already planning their next time. Lord, this was surreal.
“Ling?”
“God, Qi Luo, I love you,” Ling managed between gasps and moved slightly above her. He must be losing it, he was definitely cracking up and he didn’t care. This might be one of his most intense moments of his life, but what the heck, he would die a happy man. Ling laughed out loud and couldn’t stop.
“Ling?” Qi Luo asked and nudged his head. She couldn’t suppress the laughter and hugging him close they went into a fit of giggles.
It was hilarious. She would never thought that she could be so happy and carefree with Ling, in bed, naked. Oh Lord, she was really naked in bed, with Ling on top of her and … oh she felt wonderful. Like a woman of the world. And oh so happy.
Hugging Ling closer to herself she tickled him and Ling roared with laughter and tried to move away but she prevented it by slipping her legs around his waist trapping him there. The bolt of sexual arousal hit her like a flash. She could feel him and by the sudden stillness of him on top of her she knew he felt it, too. For a moment the old fear was back, but only for a second before she hugged Ling tightly.
“Ling!” she whispered and they both stared at each other.
“Qi Luo,” Ling said softly and felt her legs going soft, carefully he slipped into her, gritting his teeth against the sensation of wet warmth that enfolded him. He eased himself into her, a soft vise.
Slow languid moves, skin against skin. Slow, easy and yet soothing and arousing in its familiarity of this old age dance of two bodies, two souls. Ling didn't know how long he took to discover every inch of her body, showing her that he loved her. He cupped her gently, feeling her flinch once and he was determined to make her forget her past experiences. He felt her gaze and when he looked down, their gazes bored into each other, never breaking contact. Slow and lazy passion bound them together and Qi Luo arched up as she felt him sliding into her, breathing his name.
Ling's moan mixed with hers as he bent his head to kiss her as he started the slow, gentle rhythm of mating. He groaned when she responded, heaving her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. Up and down, in and out they moved, building their passion almost gingerly, revelling in the bittersweet slowness that brought them closer to their final release. Their hearts drummed in unison and when Ling felt Qi Luo taking this final leap, this delicate shift between passion and release he kissed her, thrusting into her as if he wanted to bury himself as deeply as possible into her body.
Qi Luo tried to catch her breath, hugging Ling tightly to herself. She felt so happy, so incredibly happy and free. She had never imagined that making love would be so different to the abomination that her step father had forced her to. She couldn’t stop smiling, feeling Ling still on and in her body, his heavy body pushing her into the mattress.
“I love you so much, Ling,” she whispered before she fell asleep, a smile still on her lips.
the end
VENUS & MARS
“Look at me,” Ling whispered and showered Qi Luo’s face with soft kisses. “It’s me, Ling.”
For a moment the fear was too overwhelming but Qi Luo opened her eyes and stared up into Ling’s face. She felt vulnerable and frightened but she wanted this, wanted to share this with Ling.
“I feel so dirty, so foul …” she replied, squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t look at me … please Ling …”
“Ssshhhh, Qi Luo, open your eyes,” Ling replied, caressing her tear stained face. “Nothing in this world is as pure and innocent as you are right now.”
His words went straight to her heart. How was it possible that he was so tender, so caring whereas she felt as if she was the filthiest thing on Earth? She wanted to tell him just that when his lips stopped her words and she closed her eyes.
His lips were warm and caring as he gently nudged her mouth open. In former times, he had always went in for the kill, but now, all his experience meant nothing. He wanted to possess her, so much was true, but instead of taking what she was offering, he had the urge to simply give himself to her. This was the woman he loved, this was Qi Luo - the missing part of his soul.
Stunned and unable to resist, Qi Luo raised her arms and her hands found his face, framed it and then she ran her fingers through his long hair. She wanted him. She wanted him with a desperation she had never felt before and was sure would never feel with any other man. For this moment nothing but what was between them existed and she felt carefree and innocent. All that mattered where his hands on her and his tongue dancing with her own in an intense and arousing dance.
She felt like a woman, she felt desired and in this one instant she knew that she would never return to the state of the shy and timid woman, would never return to her old life. Angling her head to deepen the kiss, Qi Luo poured all her love into it, plastering her body even closer to the hard planes of his.
Gently he pried the shirt ends apart, his lips leaving a fiery trail of kisses on her skin and when he felt her relaxing, whispering sweet nothings to her, his heart felt like cheering.
She hissed when his mouth left a kissing trail to her breasts while his thumb massaged the already kissed nipple. She wanted him, wanted him with such desperation, she did not notice how her arms came around him and drew him nearer, drew him on top of her.
"I want you, Ling," she whispered, gazing into his brown eyes that burned with a fire that would have scared her months ago.
“Then use me, Qi Luo,” he whispered back with a smile. “Take my body and use me,” he repeated, using words that went back almost to the beginning of their relationship.
Qi Luo stared up at him confused.
“Ling?” she asked and watched as Ling slipped beside her, his arms crossed beneath his head.
“Use me, Qi Luo. Do whatever you like. My body is yours …”
For long moments they just stared at each other and inwardly Ling was holding his breath. Would she do it? he thought. Even though he wanted to possess her soon, for her sake he could wait. After almost two years of dating, he could even wait a little while longer, even though it hurt like hell.
He closed his eyes and hissed out a breath of relief when he felt Qi Luo’s hands tentatively stroke down the side of his face and shoulders. He dared not speak or move and he barely breathed when he felt her yanking his t-shirt of his head. Ouch, he thought, that hurt but he dared not speak. This was too special, too important and for a short fleeting moment he felt as nervous as he had when he bedded a woman for the first time. For Qi Luo and him this was the first time, a first time that he would cherish and treasure forever in his heart.
Hearing Ling’s words, Qi Luo had to smile. She had been so shocked when he had first spoken them so long time ago, and she remembered his shock on his face when she had actually told him she wanted his body … for painting. But unlike before where she used paint and brushes to put his body on canvas, now she would use her hands and fingers to follow the hollows and angles of Ling’s body. This was almost like painting, wasn’t it? Sculpting and discovering his texture, following it with light brushes of her finger tips. She could discover him to her heart’s desire and she loved Ling all the more for giving her this gift.
After she had gotten rid of his shirt, and oh my goodness, he looked perfect. Even more perfect than she had painted his naked torso for the Mars painting, and for a moment she hesitated. She felt breathless, her skin seemed to crackle with electricity whenever she touched his. She felt breathless and nervous and oh so gloriously in charge. She could do this, she could look and touch to her heart’s desire. And she wanted to, oh she so wanted to. Taking a shaking breath she bent down, seeing the goosebumps appear on Ling’s skin, watching his nipple pucker as her breath fanned over it. She closed her eyes and kissed.
Hot burning desire was shooting through Ling as her lips met his skin. He felt too hot, too hard, too everything and yet he felt strong and weak at the same time. How he loved her! He would do anything, endure anything to make this night special to her. He closed his eyes briefly and suppressed a groan when he felt her licking his nipple. Oh MY GOD!? Was this how women felt? His hands fisted into the bed sheets as he felt her hands on his skin, warm loving hands that usually soothed but this moment, they were arousing him to the point of no endurance. How he loved her! He wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick into her and yet he had to endure. Had to let her find a way to overcome the terrors of her past. At this moment he would die a happy man.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers scraping over the bulge of his jeans. Oh Lord, this was too soon, she couldn’t possible take it, and he couldn’t take it any longer. If she continued, oh, if she continued … he hissed out a breath when the touching stopped. Relieved and frustrated at the same time, he focused on Qi Luo’s face who looked concerned down on him.
“Ling?” she asked. She was sitting straddled on his legs, her arms still twisted in his shirt and she looked like a goddess to him.
“Use me, Qi Luo, use my body …” he whispered hoarsely, meeting her inquisitive stare.
“But what should I do?” she asked breathlessly, feeling beautiful and pure and wanton all at the same time.
“Whatever you like, love. Whatever you like. I’m here to be taken, remember?”
Qi Luo smiled at that and bent over him, her long hair falling down around them, trapping them inside a soft cocoon of black silken tresses.
“Touch me, Ling,” she whispered as she put soft butterfly kisses across his chest, up his throat and on the corners of his mouth. “Touch me, Ling, show me!”
Tentatively, as if he didn’t trust himself, his arms slowly snaked up her legs and around her waist. Lord, she was so tiny, so small that his fingers almost touched around her middle. The desire to surge upward, to rip off her clothes and his own, to take her, was almost overwhelming, but he wanted this first time to be special. He had to be gentle, even if it cost him.
Slowly, not taking his eyes off her face, his fingers drew soft circles on the fabric of her tank top. Up and up he touched, scraping fingers underneath his shirt and drawing it down her trembling shoulders and arms. She looked beautiful and he could see that she was aroused, her nipples two quivering peaks through the soft fabric of her top. He strained his neck to raise himself towards the two beckoning peaks and when his lips closed around one of them, he could hear the sigh, could feel the heaving of her body as she tumbled into his arms.
Time passed and later he didn’t know how they had managed to get rid of their clothes, but from the look of things they were all strewn across the bed and the floor. Skin on skin to Qi Luo had been a humbling and exciting experience. All the women before her had not meant anything, the moment Qi Luo’s skin, her naked body, had touched his, he had felt like a newborn man, a man with no experience, a man only born to love and make love to this woman. They had discovered each other’s bodies, had learnt about the soft curves and hard angles, had learnt which areas had been the most sensitive and the most arousing. Watching Qi Luo respond to his caresses, and experiencing his respond to her, he felt like he could take on the whole world. This was it. This was his turning moment in life.
They had reversed their positions and once again he lay in the cradle of her arms, his body covering her from head to toe. He supported himself on his arms above her and for a moment he felt incredibly nervous and afraid. Up till now, they had just caressed and kissed, but now … now as he lay heavy and throbbing at her soft entrance, he felt all of a sudden shy himself. His body wanted to plunge and take, but his mind was suddenly timid. What if he hurt her? What if her experiences with her stepfather had hurt her to the point where she could never happily accept him? He remembered something Qing Mei had told him a while ago, for women this was special and for a woman like Qi Luo it had to be even more special. A special show of trust and love. He had just never realized just how special it was for him as well. But only with Qi Luo. Always only with Qi Luo.
Lord, he wished he could have been more prepared, he wished he could have put her down on a bed with rose petals, soft music playing in the background and candles setting the mood. He wished he could show her how much he cherished her and how far this time was removed from her experiences with her step father.
“Ling?” Qi Luo asked and cradled his face between her hands. He suddenly looked so fierce and uncertain. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes met her in a snap and for a moment all she could see was the burning desire in them. It made her shudder with anticipation but also with fear. Fear for the unknown.
“You couldn’t possibly do anything wrong, Qi Luo,” he replied hoarsely. “I just wish … I just wish I could have given you all the romantic trappings you girls seem to crave, soft light, fragrance, rose petals … ” he stopped when Qi Luo chuckled. She was giggling? He asked himself. Yes, she was positively giggling.
“Oh Ling,” she gasped between two giggles. “You are so sweet.”
“Sweet?” he asked incredulously. Sweet? When he was concerned about her welfare?
“Yes, sweet,” she replied and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “When I’m with you I don’t need rose petals and candles, Ling. But if you insist we can do that next time. And then the time following …” she grinned and loved the shaken expression on his face. “Will there be a next time?”
“Qi Luo,” he said and for a moment he couldn’t suppress a groan. Burying his head in the nape of her neck, he tried to bite down on the laughter that was surging up in him. They hadn’t done anything than neck tonight and she was already planning their next time. Lord, this was surreal.
“Ling?”
“God, Qi Luo, I love you,” Ling managed between gasps and moved slightly above her. He must be losing it, he was definitely cracking up and he didn’t care. This might be one of his most intense moments of his life, but what the heck, he would die a happy man. Ling laughed out loud and couldn’t stop.
“Ling?” Qi Luo asked and nudged his head. She couldn’t suppress the laughter and hugging him close they went into a fit of giggles.
It was hilarious. She would never thought that she could be so happy and carefree with Ling, in bed, naked. Oh Lord, she was really naked in bed, with Ling on top of her and … oh she felt wonderful. Like a woman of the world. And oh so happy.
Hugging Ling closer to herself she tickled him and Ling roared with laughter and tried to move away but she prevented it by slipping her legs around his waist trapping him there. The bolt of sexual arousal hit her like a flash. She could feel him and by the sudden stillness of him on top of her she knew he felt it, too. For a moment the old fear was back, but only for a second before she hugged Ling tightly.
“Ling!” she whispered and they both stared at each other.
“Qi Luo,” Ling said softly and felt her legs going soft, carefully he slipped into her, gritting his teeth against the sensation of wet warmth that enfolded him. He eased himself into her, a soft vise.
Slow languid moves, skin against skin. Slow, easy and yet soothing and arousing in its familiarity of this old age dance of two bodies, two souls. Ling didn't know how long he took to discover every inch of her body, showing her that he loved her. He cupped her gently, feeling her flinch once and he was determined to make her forget her past experiences. He felt her gaze and when he looked down, their gazes bored into each other, never breaking contact. Slow and lazy passion bound them together and Qi Luo arched up as she felt him sliding into her, breathing his name.
Ling's moan mixed with hers as he bent his head to kiss her as he started the slow, gentle rhythm of mating. He groaned when she responded, heaving her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. Up and down, in and out they moved, building their passion almost gingerly, revelling in the bittersweet slowness that brought them closer to their final release. Their hearts drummed in unison and when Ling felt Qi Luo taking this final leap, this delicate shift between passion and release he kissed her, thrusting into her as if he wanted to bury himself as deeply as possible into her body.
Qi Luo tried to catch her breath, hugging Ling tightly to herself. She felt so happy, so incredibly happy and free. She had never imagined that making love would be so different to the abomination that her step father had forced her to. She couldn’t stop smiling, feeling Ling still on and in her body, his heavy body pushing her into the mattress.
“I love you so much, Ling,” she whispered before she fell asleep, a smile still on her lips.
the end