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Chapter 48

"Namjoon"

"Holy shit." said Namjoon quietly as he pulled out of his Queen. "What was that? It was intense!"

She chuckled as she tried to catch her breath and collect her wits after such a mind blowing experience. "That, my Warrior, is what I think every time." Then, she switched to speaking in his mind, "And now we have this, as well."

He smiled. Genuinely happy to have reconnected with her, Joon ran his fingers down her cheek, "Don't move. I'll get a washcloth to clean you up with."

She set her feet on a nearby chair and stared at the ceiling as she basked in the afterglow.

It made her think of her husbands. The Muse loved afterglow with her husbands. Curling up in their arms, feeling safe and loved. She hoped they weren't upset about her being with Joonie. She was doing what she was supposed to be doing. He was her Warrior, and she needed to reconnect with him to take proper care of him.

She tucked an arm under her head and laid the other across her stomach as she watched Namjoon clean evidence of their fun from her legs and lady bits. The Muse adored her Warriors. It's been a bumpy road, and she missed her family like crazy, but she felt like she was where she was supposed to be. For better or worse. 

     Once she was all clean, Joon picked her up to move her to the bed. "I can walk, Joonie!"

"I know," he said with a smile. "But, I was rough and now I'm going to take care of you. Deal with it." She thought about arguing with him, but felt how much taking care of her right now meant to him, and let it go.

     Namjoon ordered Nacho's (extra guac and sour cream) and a piece of chocolate cake for her, and didn't stop touching her unless he had to. She spent most of the evening wearing one of his t-shirts, snuggled up with him as he feverishly wrote lyrics. He had figured out exactly what Sejong meant when he said "You will find, when she is properly cared for, you will be filled with endless inspiration".

The Muse was full and content as she watched him work. Checking in with her Husbands,

Jimin was watching a movie, glad she had fulfilled her duty but jealous he couldn't be with her, too. She sent him kisses all over his face, wanting him to feel loved and cared for even if she was not with him at the moment. He promised to finish the job he had started when she was in the bathtub.

Taehyung was listening to music and sketching out a drawing in his sketchpad. She sat in his mind and listened to him sing along to some 40's jazz number, wishing she was there to sing and dance with him. The Muse sent the sensation of sitting behind him with her chin on his shoulder and her arms tight around his middle. Give him little nips and kisses on his neck. Would there ever come a time when she would be able to just be with all of her husbands in one space and enjoy them all equally?

Jungkook was getting ready to take a shower. She was about to send him a kiss when he picked up his phone and flipped to the photos he took of them making love. They were hot. She felt him getting turned on as he looked at them. Deciding to play with her husband, The Muse sent the sensation of her fingers running down the length of his hard cock. She felt his body jerk and heard him moan, "Yeppeun. Baby I miss you." She felt his hands caressing over her hips, like he was going to pull her close.

"I miss you, Jungkookie. Do you want help with that?" she asked as he took off his pants and started stroking himself.

"No. I want you to stay where you are and see what just the thought of you does to me. Feel what it does to me. I love you with everything I have, Yeppeun."

He laid back on the bed and began stroking in earnest. Namjoon noticed the change in her breathing, and even asked if she was ok. She looked at him, a bright red blush staining her cheeks, "Yeah! Um, Yes. Yes. I'm fine." she was trying so hard not to giggle. Joonie gave her a pointed look, so she decided to answer somewhat truthfully,

"I was just checking in with Jungkookie, that's all."

Joon's whole face lit up in understanding as he, too, gave a little chuckle. "Ok, then. Better give him your full attention, Yeppeun."

She smiled and laid her head back on the pillow next to him as she focused back on Jungkook. He had his phone in one hand, looking at the photographs, while the other kept a rhythm stroking his cock. She added a caress to his sack, causing him to moan a little louder. Then she sent him visuals of what they had done together. How it felt to be one with him. How much she loved him. He came all over his chest and stomach, every muscle seeming to spasm and convulse until he was spent.

As he lay there catching his breath, she felt his hands stroking her face in the most tender, loving way, it brought tears to her eyes. "I love you, Yeppeun."

As he got up to take a shower she pulled back from his mind, relishing the squishy, butterfly flutter feeling of love he gave her.

With a smile on her face, and the warmth of her husbands inside of her, The Muse reached out to Yoongi again, hoping his anger had abated some more.