Violet and Green

One

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I have never been fond of taking a woman to my bed, everyone knew this, yet no one seemed to mind too much. Of course there were those that ignored it, others who sneered as I passed but said nothing else, and others who encouraged it. In fact one of those people was my best friend and more often than not he would point to someone and ask me, “What about him? He looks like he could bare big strong sons for you.”

These ‘fine men’ usually were the most hairy, burly, over weight, and down right disgusting people that I had ever had the unfortunate opportunity to lay my eyes on. In return for his kindness on trying to see me happily ‘married and settled down’ I would pick out the most hideous of the women and serving girls especially just for him.

One night, during one of the many banquets that our Lord would hold, when the wine was still running in thick, large quantities, he turned to me with a spark in his brilliant green eyes that I would remember for the rest of my life. It was the first time that my stomach felt like a swarm of dancing, hyperactive butterflies.

“So what is your type, Yi?” he asked, using a nickname that only he could get away with calling me and not be gutted on the spot. “Since you don’t like any of the women, and obviously think the men that I pick for you are beasts... what do you like?” he voice held all the innocents in the world yet they contradicted drastically with the twinkle in those amazing eyes. His face was flushed, his check lying in the nest of his arms that rested on the dark polished table top.

I raised my goblet filled with red thick wine to my lips and took a long pull, hoping to get as drunk as he was. “If you don’t think anything is wrong with the men you pick for me, then you bed them and tell me how it goes,” I said with a smirk, watching him sit up and slapping me on the shoulder before refilling his glass, draining it perhaps half way, and refilling it again.

“Or perhaps,” I added without thinking of the words that spilled from me lips, “I should ask them. It’s not like I want to know what’s under their robes. I’d rather know what’s under yo –“ I stopped in mid word and hastily brought my drink once more to my lips and drained it faster than he had just done. “Perhaps,” I tried not to stutter my speech, “I should not be drinking so much. Hangovers are such a waste on one’s face.”

“Nonsense,” he said with a wave of his hand, his eyes crossing when he attempted to follow its movement.

There was a long pause as his watched his own hand flop rather ungracefully in the air. I raised an eyebrow at him and cleared my throat. He blinked and looked over to me, he hand still moving around, “Sorry,” he grinned sheepishly and then his brow wrinkled in confusion, “What’s going on again?”

I sighed and laughed at him, greatly relieved that in the morning there was no way that he could remember my little slip. That is if he even caught it in the first place. Shaking my head I stood, ready to see him to the door of my bed chamber where we had hid ourselves when the meal was over and done with. Neither he nor I cared too much for drinking around others. When we were together we could as obliterated as we wanted and not face any embarrassments come next morning. “Come on, hero,” I giggled at him, “Time to get you to bed.”

He smiled and lend back on the chair tilting his head so he could look at him, “You can barely stand.”

I shook my head again and nearly fell over, the world spinning around me and I reached out, grabbing the first thing my hands touched and promptly set down in the closest chair. Unfortunately in my drunken state I did not notice that my hands had gripped his shoulders and the ‘chair’ was his lap until his arms wrapped around my waist and he propped his chin on my shoulder. It was then that I first noticed how much smaller I was compared to him. We are truly about the same height; perhaps he was even a little taller than myself, yet his form was much more broad than my own.

I reached once more for my glass and drained it grabbing at that wine bottle even before the goblet was empty, then once more refilling it. “You are drinking much more than usual, Yi,” he stated, taking the glass from my fingers and drinking from it.

“Perhaps,” I said, my eyelids drooping as I became suddenly sleep. Ah the wonders of drunken hazes, “But,” I added, “You are the only one who is here to see my ugliness.”

He chuckled and set my wine down on the tabletop, “You could never be.”

I blinked, trying to clear my head and processes his words, “Never be what?”

“Ugly,” his head rested once more on my shoulder and he reached up, smoothing flipping my long braid over my other so it trailed down my chest and pooled in my lap.

I gave a bitter chuckle and sagged against him, if his thought my actions were too friendly he said nothing. When morning came and he asked about it, I was going to be more than happy to blame it on the drink.

“Come on,” he whispered, his breath making my skin feel unbearably hot, “Let’s get you to bed.”

I shook my head, attempting to clear the water around my vision, “Whose going to walk you home?”

He sighed and stood up, his arms coming under my knees and across my shoulders, “I’ll think of something,” he slurred.

He staggered to my bed, barely making the trip. It was a wonder that he did not fall or drop me. His knees hit my bed and he let me go, ungracefully dropping me onto the soft mattress. I landed with a small huff and started laughing, it really was not that funny, but the wine made everything appear so. He joined me soon enough, his laughter echoing the walls of my room as he dropped down beside me, effortlessly twisting me around so I was lying the proper way before pulling me against him. Having no objections I rested my head in the nook of his shoulder, sighing in contentment as his arm came around my shoulders.

It was the closest that I had ever been physically to him. I ran my hand across his silk covered chest, feeling the contours of his muscles under the smooth fabric. As my fingers passed over his pectoral and lightly brushed upon one of his nipples he jumped and let out a soft hiss of breath. He reached up with his free hand and gripped onto mine, entwining his fingers in my own. “Sleep,” whispered, almost sounding like a plea.

I shook my head, his reaction from where I touched him burnt too clearly in my fogged mind. The alcohol flowing in my blood was making me entirely too warm and his body pressed against my own made my skin feel three sizes too small. I sat up and pulled down the shoulders of my robe, slipping my arms out but letting the tie still hold the rest to me, all the while I was all too aware of his eyes on me. “Not ready to sleep,” I mumbled, not expecting an answer from him.

I knew, somewhere in my trashed state that I would hate myself in the morning for what I was about to do. He was too good of a friend to throw away for on drunken fling, but I wanted him. I wanted to lick and suck the parts of him that my hands had only barely touched. I reached up and undid my braid, running my fingers through the long dark brown locks until it fell around me like a darkened waterfall.

“Yi?” he voice held a touch of nervousness around the edges.

I smiled down at him and rolled settling myself between his legs and placing him hands up by his head. I leaned down so that our faces were only a breath apart. My lips ghosted over his as I moved to his neck and gently flicked the skin just above his pulse point. He let out that small hiss of breath again and I realized that it was the most arousing thing that I had ever heard. I trailed my lips to his own yet before I could really kiss him his hand shot up with a speed I did not even see and wrapped in my hair, stopping me. I frowned and tried to move forward anyway, he tightened his grip.

“Zhang He,” he said, his breath brushing against my lips and cheeks, “You don’t want this.”

I frowned down at him and shifted my hips so that he had no doubt that his claim was indeed false. He closed his eyes and his mouth trembled, his pale cheeks flushing more than they already were. “What do you know of what I want?” I asked anyway, once more moving my body against him.

His free hand shot up and grabbed my hip, holding it to him, so that it was impossible for me to shift against him anymore. “You’re drunk.”

I giggled, “And so are you,” I flicked my tongue out just barely licking his lips. “Let me kiss you,” it was not a question.

He shook his head, “Not like this.”

I pulled my head up and looked down at him, he eyes were shut tight and his breath was ragged, “Why not?”

He shook his head again and opened his eyes, the green of them was bright enough to nearly blind me. I blinked again and truly looked to him. I cursed my stupidity and collapsed against him, groaning and hiding my shame in his chest. I saw fear in his eyes, he was now afraid of me and I came to realize that I had probably messed up the only friendship that I had ever come to hold.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice broken and hoarse.

His fingers combed my hair, “Just sleep,” he whispered to me, “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

I was devastated, but what did I think would happen? That Zhao Yun would suddenly think that I was better than any woman was and change his preference from them to me? That, in his drunken state, he would not know the difference? That he would give me a chance and notice that I was better than anyone else that he had been with before?

I was a fool, and because of what I had done, I knew that he would never look at me the same way again. He would no longer feel safe around me and he would forever think of me as the pervert that almost everyone around us did. He would now be part of the group that taunted me and my sick ways behind my back.

It was these thoughts that followed me into sleep.

TBC...