Siren Song

After having had his way with her and leaving her foggy headed, Jian had held her steady as they rinsed clean. With his arms wrapped around her, and hers around his waist, Jian had just stood and held her in his arms as she lay her head against his upper chest. The serenity of the moment and his steady heartbeat under her cheek lulled her into a calmness, and she let herself just enjoy the moment with him.

Thinking of that she cupped her cheek in her hand and contentedly sighed.

'If only he could just be gentle and calm like that more often, instead of being horny and perverted. Just how does he have so much energy all the time?'

"What are you sighing for and why are you still undressed? Are you waiting for me to satisfy you again?" Coming from the bathroom, Jian was straightening and buttoning the cuffs on his shirt as he spoke. With him all clean and his hair combed back, Jian looked handsomely refreshed. As he straightened himself, Chang could not help but to stare at his chiseled features for a minute before he looked up and prompted her with a small grunt.

"What, huh, no! No more, you'll kill me! I just got lost in thought is all." Shaking her head of her thoughts, Chang out her hands up in defense.

"Get dressed before you catch a cold." Snorting back a laugh at her exaggerated reaction, Liang JianAmal went back to the bathroom. Retrieving a small towel for her still wet hair, dripping in small curls around her chin, he put it on her head and started to help dry her.

"Tsk. Do you not know that you are more likely to catch a cold if you sit there with cold wet hair? What am I going to do with you?" Gently fluffing her hair, Liang JianAmal chided her.

"You nag just like my mother did. I think she even said the exact same thing once." Putting a hand on his forearm, Chang could not help but to chuckle.

"You mean we are wise, and would try to impart wisdom on you. The same wisdom that you would subsequently ignore."

"I wouldn't say ignore."

"Yet here you sit with wet hair, despite having been told."

Pursing her lips Chang looked away feeling slightly bullied. Looking up Chang noticed that despite his efforts to straighten his shirt and pull out the slack by tucking it in, Jian's shirt was completely rumpled and wrinkled.

'He usually looks so put together too, except for the last week.'

"Hehe rich boy, don't you mind that your shirt is all wrinkled."

"If you were raised to care about your appearance so much, how come you are not more fussy about your clothes?"

"Because of my Jid. Whenever I was with my Jid in his country, though, I did not have to. Growing up, he taught me how to be more at ease, to learn to live, without the rigidity that my father imparted."