Confessions

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Arriving at the gates to his Palace, Ye Hua addressed his guards.  "No one enters.  I don't care who they are, I am not to be disturbed." he ordered, before bending down to pick Bai Qian up into his arms and magic her directly into his chamber, leaving his two guards still bowing in his wake.  Looking at each other with a knowing smirk, they quickly disappeared from view.

It was the only way to enter his Palace without alerting every level of the Heavenly Realms, both high and low.  Being the Crown Prince, little time to himself was granted the moment he arrived, everyone needed his attention, but at that moment, his mind was on only one person, and the rest of the world could wait.

Keeping a tight rein on her body, he carried her towards his bed, one he rarely slept in, because he was rarely in his Palace.  Then laying her down gently, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed beside her.  He was in no hurry, this was a woman he wanted to love slowly and sensuously, with his eyes and his body.

Looking down at her, Ye Huas eyes softened as he took in her loveliness, the desire in her eyes for him and even the way her large doe eyes gazed back at him with such intensity, he keenly felt her need for him, it was palatable.  "Qian Qian, you are so beautiful." He whispered as his head lowered to kiss her lips lightly.  Then pulling away slightly with the softest expression in his eyes that she had ever seen, her hand instinctively raised to cup one side of his face. 

Gazing back at him in awe, her heart swelled and a soft blush rose against both cheeks as her own eyes began to tear. The way he was looking at her, went far beyond desire or even lust.  At that moment, the rich honey brown tone of his eyes were swirling as deep as the night, brighter than the stars but softer than the moon, so tender yet intensely possessive.  But there was something else, something she didn't realize was just as fierce and all consuming that Ye Hua was seeing in her eyes.

A hint of jealousy maybe, domination yet protective in his desire to own her, to command full control, yet also seeking to be dominated, to be just as possessed and desired as he was of her.  And the more she tried to gain understanding of what it was he was feeling at that moment, the more she realized they were emotions and feelings that she too had for him.  Feelings that went beyond the need for physical pleasure or even companionship, they were all desires of the heart, ones she could no longer deny, and nor could he.

"I think, it is time we approached my father." she whispered up at him.

Stunned but not altogether unexpected Ye Huas smile softened even more than she thought was possible.  "You want me Qian Qian?" he asked as hope fully took over every emotion in his eyes.

Taking a moment to rearrange her thoughts, what she wanted to say and how she felt about him needed to be conveyed in a way that left no doubts in either of their minds.

"Ye Hua.  We of the Fox Clan can be quite blunt in what we say.  We do not hold back on what we think or feel, and though it might not seem appropriate for me to express my desires to you in this way, I want you to understand what it is that I am feeling for you right now." she said softly as her hand that was still holding his face began to lightly trace the contours of his cheek bone.

"I no longer care to wait until the end of this war that may or may not happen.  I don't want to wait for a right time and nor do I want to wait until protocol dictates what I already know to be my fate.  I want you.  I love you.  I want to marry you." she said finishing it and leaving Ye Hua utterly speechless.

The soft glistening in her eyes and the fullness of her lips that spoke to him of what he too was feeling and desperately wanting, had him quickly taking her hand from his face and grasping it tightly to his chest.  He had never been one for talking, especially to women, so sentiments of the heart were just not in his vocabulary, but at that moment he allowed it all to pour out of him, something that surprised him just as much as her confession.

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