Bi Han "Sub-Zero" x F!Reader

Twenty-Seven

Hours passed. The warm day turned into a pleasantly cool night.

A gentle wind caressed your (H/C) hair as your eyes opened sleepily.

Royal blue had put the room into a deep slumber. Outside the window, the stars shimmered in a clear sky.

When you turned your head, you recognised a head of hair next to you in the pillows. Bi Han had untied the knot at the back of his head. Black waves fell down to his shoulders as he lay quietly next to you, his eyes closed.

His breathing was calm. For a moment, your eyes scrutinised every little detail of his face. The skin was completely flawless. Not a scar adorned it, no craters or marks.

It was rare that Bi Han ever had to take a blow. No one was able to bring him to his knees with brute force.

Small stubble could be seen on his chin, framing the edges of his jaw. Slowly you approached him. Despite the ice he embodied, he felt warm as you rested your cheek against his shoulder.

You noticed a small scar right between the curve of his lips and the end of his nose. It had to be new, you didn't remember him having it as a teenager.

The pressure of your head on his shoulder caused him to stir in his sleep. Exhaling deeply, he opened his eyes a crack.

"Mûdān.", your name echoed softly in the night, like a flower opening to say hello to the moon.

Smiling, you snuggled up to his shoulder and took a deep breath to absorb his scent.

Winter. Flowers made of ice.

With a hum, he turned his head to rest his chin on your hair. Wisps of black tickled your nose. Unlike Kuai Liang, he had wavier hair, the same shade of black but not the texture. He got that from his mother too.

Eyes closed, you lay closer than you had been in a long time.

When was the last time you had shared a bed?

That he had allowed you to be closer to him than anyone else?

"Bi Han...", his name was just a whisper on your lips.

His eyes opened again. Warm brown met your tired (E/C). His hand lifted to stroke your cheek. You smiled.

"Sleep.", he turned so that your head rested against his chest.

The calm sound of his heart filled your ears. Carefully, you lifted your hands, pressing the tips of your fingers against your bare skin. His muscles contracted at the touch.

He exhaled deeply. Air brushed the top of your head.

"After all this time, you're holding me again?", you laughed softly.

His hand slid over your side, down to your hips where it came to rest. A familiar weight spread across the area. Just like he used to do when he wanted to keep you close.

"It was never my decision to leave.", he said.

You raised your head, your lips brushing the sensitive skin on his neck. His breath trembled. He let out a heavy snort.

"Why?", you asked, your words pressed against his skin.

Fingers gripped your hips tighter, giving a silent warning. Warmth coursed through your body. A familiar tingling sensation tickled your fingertips. But this time it wasn't your magic that was crying out to be released.

He was silent for a moment, then lifted his chin and closed his eyes. You took that as an invitation. Gently, you placed kisses down his neck.

Humming softly, he let you know that he was enjoying the moment.

"Father gave me an order.", his hand travelled lower, over your thighs, then around you and rest on your back.

He pulled you closer to him. Your chest pressed into his. Despite his muscles, he felt pleasantly soft. You placed a kiss in the middle, where the muscles tightened under his skin.

His breath trembled at the warmth of his lips. Fingers dug into your back so hard it would leave marks. But all you could think about was his body on top of yours. The way he pushed your legs apart and positioned himself between them like he had done back then.

You wondered if he would taste any different than he did back then.

"He gave you the order to leave me behind?", lost in thought, you looked at his skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Then you stretched out towards him and let the tip of your tongue wander over his collarbone. Growling, he buried his free hand in your hair and pulled you back firmly but gently.

Now your neck was stretched out, the skin taut as you swallowed hard. Your eyes met. The brown of his eyes sparkled like amber in the night.

"I wasn't allowed anymore to take you in my possession like I did before.", his voice was rough, strained.

Although he didn't let on, you could see that he was struggling with himself. Heat was burning in your cheeks, slowly creeping down your neck until it set every part of your body on fire.

A trembling breath escaped your lips. His eyes immediately jumped down to observe the small gap. Taking a deep breath, he frowned, thinking.

A smile curved the corners of your mouth upwards. The (E/C) of your eyes was clouded with old feelings and the sweet promise of having him as close as you needed.

"Bi Han.", his name was like honey on your tongue.

He let out a growl.

"Mûdān.", his head lowered, lips hovering over yours.

You could feel his breath on your face. His muscles were tense.

"He's not here to tell you what to do.", you whispered. "Not anymore."

The hand on your back pushed you even closer to him, closing the last bit of space between you. Willingly, you lift one leg to swing it over him.

A muscle twitched in his jaw.

Although he still had his mind firmly under control, you could feel him pressing against you through his underwear. Inhaling sharply, you kissed the tip of his nose.

He had grown a little since the last time you had been together. And with him everything else.

"I don't have the right to call myself a worthy grandmaster. Not after what I did for the title.", he bent his head down to you. "But I take the right to claim you."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. And when he kissed you, you couldn't help but sigh softly.