Chapter 1 : An escapade in the snowy Lyrias night

My first M rated fic. It is pretty heavy so read only if you can handle. I would make this a collection of short stories though, not all of them heavy like this. Enjoy and leave a review if you liked it, and a review if you didn't. I'll read only the compliments anyway, though constructive criticism is also greatly welcome.

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"Ahh...Zen...wait!"

Her barely audible words where escaped her lips almost incomprehensibly. How could it, she reasons, after all she was in a very compromising position.

"You could just tell me to stop you know"

Purring into her ear, his breath sent waves of pleasure down her spine, increasingly elevating her already elevated ecstasy. She was in heat. A blistering, almost unbearable heat, seemingly scarring her normally cool and snow white skin skin, burning red from her face down to her bare breasts. Her Prince nibbles softly on her ear sending her into a euphoria of pleasure. Feeling a small, increasingly tightening knot forming in her abdomen, waiting to slowly pull itself - and her entire being - undone.

Shirayuki struggles with what little cognitive reasoning she has, trying to remember how it all started. The two of them, although still inexperienced, were not exactly new to this. Yet why does she feel like she was going to explode? Explode bigger and louder and harder than ever before. Why was she -

"Ahhh...Ze...Haaa...Z-Zen..."

Lyrias was as snowy as usual, the morning sun coating the cold white ground a soft and pristine gold. A figure walks swiftly in the morning light, recognised as one of the court pharmacist duo. 'Another day another patient.' the court pharmacist thinks to herself as she briskly walks to her station.

"Ah Shirayuki," A young boy with dark hair and a soft voice calls out to her. Known as the younger of the two court pharmacist and recognised for his genius at a very young age, he also held a reputation of having a rather apathetic and emotionless countenance, rarely showing any sort of reaction much to the chagrin of his close circle of friends. Calling out to his student and his closest friend in the morning, he holds up a letter for her to see.

"It seems that Prince Zen will be coming over here for inspection next week."

"Is that so?"

The excited voice belonging to a certain Snow White with the Red Hair, rung like bells in the wind. Although arguably one of the most talented and a respected herbalists alongside her mentor and superior Ryuu, word of her beauty and of her strong willed stubbornness, as well as rumours on her connections to the Princes of Clarines, have been circulating around though the person in question herself seemed largely unaware thanks to a diligent and aloof Knight to the Second Prince of Clarines.

"Indeed, Obi apparently got a letter from him this morning, he is out making preparations at the gate with the soldiers."

It has been over half a year since Shirayuki had been posted to Lyrias and two months since the Prince's last visit. Although technically a couple, Zen had wanted to keep their courtship a secret. Largely because of the difference in their statuses, though the title Prince Raj had bestowed upon her has helped considerably, it was still a potential scandal should word get out. Secretly though, Shirayuki suspects that it was also because he wanted her to enjoy her freedom a little longer, announcing their courtship would make her bound by the strict rules of royalty. That meant Shirayuki would have to give up her title as court pharmacist and instead learn the ways of politics, something both Zen and her wanted to put off as long as possible.

As the days rolled by, Shirayuki and Ryuu continued on with their research and practice, with the occasional visit by Yuzuri and the others. While her demeanour was calm and cheerful as usual, Shirayuki finds her heart fluttering with patient anticipation as the end of the arduous week crept closer and closer.

Finally as the day arrives, Obi comes to fetch her on his horse, swiftly bouncing his way nimbly through the halls to her station. He finds her engrossed in her work still, finishing up medical reports and making her medicine. Although she was to be meeting Zen and the others, her duty as a pharmacist was her top priority. Tending to some careless soldiers injured during training, her heart feels tighter and tighter, eager to meet her lover. With no time to switch to more formal dressing, she opts to go with her pharmacist coat and a casual one piece dress. She was sure Zen would't mind much.

"Isn't that great Mistress? Master says that he would like us to greet him at the border."

"Indeed, I wonder how Mitsuhide and Kiki are? It has been a while since we last saw them."

Riding behind him, Shirayuki was visibly in high spirits while her 'protector' was in his default happy-go-lucky state.

"I bet they are just as tired if not more than Master. I hear that it has been hectic since the new King took over."

"Zen told me about it too."

Cheerfully continuing their conversation as they rode towards Lyrias' borders, it didn't escape his eyes though. Obi saw a glint of excitement in his Mistress' eyes, almost unnoticeable but present, a glint reserved only for his Master. She looked more radiant than ever. Perhaps this is what they mean when they say a maiden looks her best when she is to meet her lover?

A little peeved that it wasn't him that was able to make her look like that, he sighs and resigns himself. After all, he swore to support both his Master and Mistress. His feelings may be different for the both of them, but his loyalty to them was pure and undivided, he will not let himself get involved under any circumstances. It would be an unforgivable betrayal in his own eyes, something he was sure he would be unable to live with.

After meeting up the Second Prince, they brought him to the gates and around for the inspection. The Prince himself though seemed a little impatient, though hardly noticeable, was evident amongst the few closest to him. The way his pace was slightly faster than normal, consciously trying to make himself seem normal even though his presence naturally gravitated towards her person. Months had separated them and they were both very anxious to finally get some alone time together.

Mitsuhide and Kiki were called on to look over the soldiers training, taking Obi along with them and leaving the two of them to take care of the more political matters. The gate officials seemed to drone on and on, increasingly agitating the two. How it bothered them how much could be said over something so simple as the timing for the soldiers daily meals. While they were initially suspicious of Shirayuki's closeness with the Prince, having heard of the rumours of a certain red haired female, he dismissed them claiming that her presence was needed. Not wanting to argue any further, the officials continued on with their reports though they sent her curious glances every so often.

It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the inspection was done and they were freed from their duties. Mistuhide, Kiki and Obi were sent away first to gather their luggage, though it was fairly evident that the two wanted some time together.

"Shirayuki," Zen whispered in a deserted corridor, clapsing firmly her delicate hand, "I missed you."

Closing the distance between them, Shirayuki wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you too."

Giving him a soft peck on the lips, she looks at him in the eyes. Sunset was upon them and the last golden rays were slowly fading. Giving her a longer and deeper kiss, he motions for them to walk towards the rest of the group.

Smiling they decided to continue holding hands before meeting up with the rest. Although their blushes could easily have been mistaken as the glow from the setting sun, their shy gazes at each other were hardly concealed. Shirayuki walking with her head down slightly turned away, the Prince staring up towards the ceiling. Every so often, their gazes would meet and they would turn away quickly.

"S-So how is things down here in Lyrias?"

"O-Oh..." Slightly jumping at the sudden break of silence, "I-It's going very well. Rye and I have been making great progress in our research."

Going through the intimate details of they current project which involved some multi purpose medicine, he smiles as he listens to her talk on and on. Her voice ringing like clear soft bells in his ears.

Slowly strolling through the halls, they catch up on many different things. Current events and festivities, funny incidents and even some silly discussion on how a book should be bound together.

"Ze-en..." Clearly angry at taking his time, the first aide of the Second Prince Mitsuhide began lecturing him about the shortcomings of tardiness.

"I get it already! Stop harping about it." was his irritable and quick reply.

Deciding to order some dinner, they entered a small eatery. Obviously Obi had to take the spiciest dish on the menu and as an apparent prank, switched it with Zen's.

"...Damn...Water...Wa-cough-ter..."

Suffice to say Obi was heavily reprimanded by the Prince and his aides. The apple red head simply giggling at their antics.

Downing bottles of alcohol, Obi makes passes at Kiki and occasionally Shirayuki, earning death glares from both Mitsuhide and Zen as well as Kiki herself, enough to send shivers down the poor drunk Obi. Finishing of their well dinners, they head of to the baths. Yet again Mitsuhide stands guard while the rest enjoy the warm waters. Well, at least he will get to see a freshly showered Kiki.

Waiting for Mitsuhide to finish his bath, the groups antics continue on. Obi tries to get Shirayuki to drink a cup of alcohol. Struggling to swallow the burning liquid, her head starts to spin as Zen and Kiki gives Obi a smack for mixing in extra strong alcohol in her cup.

Mistuhide walks into the bunch and their frankly silly antics. Shirayuki passed out on the floor while Zen tries to wake her up. Kiki sitting on top of Obi while she strangles him. Much to Mitsuhide's horror, as his eyes were still blurry from the bath, looked at what seemed like a Kiki seducing a defenceless Obi.

"What the heck is going on here?!"

After a night of their antics and usual banter, everyone had already left to rest. Shirayuki however, was still in the Prince's room to 'catch up' as he said. While they did intend to, slowly their longing taking over and with no restrictions holding them back, they nuzzled close, holding her hand as he invites her for a dance together in the moonlight. Having had a few glasses of alcohol prior, the two are a little more giggly the usual.

"I missed you Zen"

"As have I Shirayuki."

"I've been practising my dancing," she giggles "how is it"

"You're beautiful either way, no matter what you do." he replies softly

A small but passionate kiss joins them together, slowly going deeper and deeper. Opening her mouth slightly, his tongue slips in, tasting her, sending shivers through her small body. Pulling her closer, he nibbles her neck, feeling her shudder at his soft touch. They face each other again taking in everything they see before coming together again. This time he lets her take control, though still shy, confidence exudes her every fibre of being as she slips her tongue in, slowly exploring everything he other had to offer.

Abandoning their slow dance, Zen lowers her onto his bed and sits beside her, making her gasp at the sudden change in position.

"Zen, these months have been tough without you..." she whispers into his ear as he traces her neck with his tongue, her blush faintly creeping down her neck.

"I know. I had to fight the urge to visit you more then a few times too." he replies smirking, her kiss the only reply.

"I hear you have taken an interest into the Olin Maris flower recently?" He whispers as his hands move behind her back and finally rests on her waist.

"Yes I have," she says, softly pecking his lips, his face red from her heat. "I would like to see this place glow one day."

"Maybe I'll be there holding you as we watch them shine."

"I hope so."

Silence engulfs them as they explore each others body, their faces red with shy embarrassment. Shirayuki's tangles her fingers into his hair, her right hand on his back pulling him closer. Zen's hands traces her body as they kiss, moving down between her chest and onto her belly and onto her hips, travelling further to rub the her thighs causing her to softly mewl, her body slightly shaking. Pulling her up, he set them down on the edge of the bed with her sitting on his lap facing him. Shirayuki, surprisingly the more aggressive of the two kisses his shoulder before biting down slowly. His moan nearly setting her off into a frenzy. In retaliation, he grabs one of her breasts and rubs her nipple with his thumb, causing her to arch her back.

"Zen...my...shi-ahh-shirt...un...button..." She so badly wanted to touch him with her bare skin. Complying, he unbuttons the top half of her thick uniform with his right hand. Fondling one of her breasts as he unbuttons the rest. Without even taking her clothes off, she pushes him onto her, her half-lidded eyes starring off as his mouth engulfed the other breast. She could feel his tongue swirling around her puckered nipple, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through with every circle he traced. Arching her back further as he presses the small of her back, Zen sends his princess into heat.

"Ahh...Zen...wait!"

Her barely audible words where escaped her lips almost incomprehensibly. How could it she reasons, after all she was in a very compromising position.

"You could just tell me to stop you know"

Purring into her ear, his breath sent waves of pleasure down her spine, increasingly elevating her already elevated ecstasy. She was in heat. A blistering, almost unbearable heat, seemingly scarring her normally cool and snow white skin skin red, from her face down to her bare breasts. Her Prince nibbles softly on her ear sending her into a euphoria of pleasure. Feeling a small, increasingly tightening knot forming in her abdomen, waiting to slowly pull itself - and her entire being - undone.

Shirayuki struggles with what little cognitive reasoning she has, trying to remember how it all started. The two of them, although still inexperienced, were not exactly new to this. Yet why does she feel like she was going to explode? Explode bigger and louder and harder than ever before. Why was she -

"Ahhh...Ze...Haaa...Z-Zen..."

This was different, a different thing altogether. Vastly different from their other experiences.

He was no longer nibbling her ear, now taking a handful of her supple breast in his left hand and a mouthful with the other, his warmth stirring her core stronger than ever before. His actions caused her body to jerk slightly with every sudden pulse of ecstasy running through her as she tightens her grip on his body. Mouth open, she finds herself struggling to breathe, gasping for air as she throws her head back from his pleasurable warmth encompassing her. While she sits on his lap, she leans ever slightly backwards to allow his smooth tongue easier access to her bare chest. His right hand now stroking the back of her thigh that was wrapped around hm.

Jerking with every pleasure-filled pulsation, she straddles his crotch with increasing pressure as she comes close. Her sharp gasps as she finally releases was the only thing he focuses on. No scream nor moan came from her mouth, her breathing irregular and shallow as she tries to shakily force air into her lungs, the orgasm so strong she could barely breathe at all. He liked the way she sounds, having heard it many times before. He still finds it as beautiful as when he first heard it.

Finally able to breathe properly, she lets out a soft moan, incomprehensibly whispering his name into the air.

"I want you." she finally manages to say.

"Are you sure Shirayuki?" he answers this time concerned. It was no trouble seeing how badly he wanted her too, she could see it in his blue sapphire eyes, the desire, lust and passion all waiting to burst.

"Yes." she breathes, "Now."

Zen and even Shirayuki had times when they initiated something like this in the heat of the moment, but they would always convince each other to hold it off regardless of how hot and heavy they currently were. It simply did not feel right. Shirayuki herself, had long desired giving herself up, but always felt that she wasn't ready for such a thing as sex, even if it was with Zen. She knows he feels the same way too.

Now was different, there was something special. They could feel it.

"Are you sure it would not be a mistake?" he says gravely. His actions clearly going against his words as Shirayuki moans with every kiss he plants on her bare and warm chest.

"The consequences may be-" he continues but she shushes him with a finger placed gently on his lips. Repositioning herself properly above him, she sits on his lap with her legs wrapped around him.

"Do you want me?" she asks even though she knows the answer. She could literally feel him growing underneath her core.

"Yes I do Shirayuki."

She buries his head into her chest as she sniffs his soft hair. Moving her hips subtly but noticeably on his crotch, she feels him growing larger and larger. He pulls of her underwear from under her skirt, not even bothering to properly undress, her skirt was short enough for his purposes. Growling, she tries to unbutton his shirt, fumbling at the buttons, his touch was very distracting.

He slides his left hand under her unbuttoned shirt leaving it to its work, while his right hand traces her frame from her hips upwards to her back. As she tries to unbutton his jacket with limited success, he presses firmly on the small of her back, watching her as her body loosens and relaxes, letting go of his shirt. Her mind was almost blank and it took all her concentration to lift her hands and continue unbuttoning his jacket. Just as she thought she was fine, Zen slides his hands up the side of her body. This motion tickles her and Zen was well aware of it. This tingling sensation flowed through her body sending her mind back into disarray.

"Zen," she whines, "I can't...focus..."

"I know."

His whispered reply a confirmation of her suspicions, Zen was undoubtedly teasing her, and enjoying it too. Not wanting to lose, she tries her best to finish unbuttoning his jacket. Zen though had different ideas. Holding her neck with his left, he proceeds to softly bite on her sensitive nipples gently nibbling. His right hand sliding below her back towards her buttocks, playing with the areas surrounding her most sensitive and sacred spot through the fabric. Growling in frustration, she attempts to get the final button undone as her vision starts to swirl. Not allowing her to gain the upper hand, Zen slides his hand behind her buttocks, her skirt already flipped from sitting on his lap. Poking at her entrances which were already exuding copious amounts of fluids, Shirayuki's fumbling hand slows as she draws in a sharp intake of breath.

Stubbornly persisting in her attempts, Shirayuki resumes her near impossible task to unbutton his jacket as her shaking body threatens to buckle. With trembling hands, she could barely grab onto his shirt when he pushes two fingers into her. It slips inside easily thanks to her fluids, but this sudden action sent strong waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she comes again. Her hands that were holding onto his jacket quickly fly behind his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and his collar as she presses herself onto him. Her hands moving so fast, it pops the final button straight off his jacket. As she comes, he feels her pulsating around his fingers. The pulsations felt stronger than before, moving her entire body with it, mostly her hips. The jerking motion of her hips causes Zens fingers to repeatedly move in and out of her, increasing the intensity and duration of her pulsations as she orgasms. As she comes, he looks at her straight in the eyes, half-lidded and filled absolutely with pleasure, more than all their past experiences. Her mouth slightly agape, showed hints of a smile as saliva slowly drooled out.

Zen tries to pull his fingers out, but the movement was too much for Shirayuki. Forcing herself down on his fingers, she traps them deep inside her core as she shakily holds on to his shoulders.

"Not yet," she whimpers, tears forming at her eyes, "I'm still...sensitive..."

"I'm sorry Shirayuki," he whispers kissing away her tears, trying to limit his fingers movements. Even so, he would curl his fingers slightly ever so often, just to see her beautiful reactions. He could feel her pulsating again inside, although slower and less intense than before. They sit like that for a few minutes before Shirayuki slowly pulls her body of him, his fingers slides out smoothly and slowly, carefully so as to not cause her discomfort for even now, this slow draw of his fingers causes her walls to tighten on him. Soon, he manages to pull himself free, much to their - mostly her - relief.

"It isn't fair Zen." she whimpers "Why am I the only one embarrassing myself?"

"Sorry dear, that's just how I play." he smirks back. Though they didn't actually go the full length, he still had a fun time. He closes his eyes just as Shirayuki pushes him down.

"Its not fair Zen, I won't have it." Her voice stronger though still shaky, he sees a small fire in her eyes. Revenge will be sweet.

She was in control, Zen could only follow through with her motions. As she pushes him down onto the bed, she crouches over him, lowering her head to kiss him. Their kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues rubbing together as they explore each others mouths, hers tasting like a sweet honey apple. How he managed to survive these past months without her was beyond his comprehension. She moves her hand over his muscular frame, reminding him of her presence. Her other hand moves downwards to his pants. He inhales sharply and moans into their kiss as she touches his manhood. Her hands, steadier than before now skilfully opens his pants, without any fabric between them, he was all hers.

Sex was no longer in her mind, all she thought of was how to get her revenge for all the teasing he did to her earlier. Lowering herself, she kisses his chest, then abdomen, the tip of his hard member rubbing softly between her soft breast. She moves down a little above his pelvis, straying downwards only by a few centimetres resulting in his already hard member to stiffen further, she could feel it pressing hard on her neck and below her chin.

"Shira-Shi..." He was losing it. Theirs eyes met for a fraction of a second and he could see a small mischievous smile tugging on the sides of her lips. Going further down, she nuzzles his member with her nose for a few seconds, finally pressing her lips on his firm head. Clasping it gently with her hand, she kisses the tip of him gently. Although she has done it to him before, they were so few and far between that she was effectively still inexperienced.

Relying only on small talk from the local towns girls, and lessons from the drunken Chief Herbalist Garrack, she presses her lips more firmly on his tip, kissing it before parting her lips slightly. A low moan was a confirmation of the effect the Chief told her about. Stroking him slowly with her hand he looks up into his eyes. His usually clear face was scrunched up, expressing what seemed to be restraint. His usually calm eyes were begging, pleading with her almost. Smiling, she closes down on him, just the tip though as she continues to stroke him a little rougher.

Her warmth was immediately transmitted throughout his body. Holding his breath, he restrains himself from releasing to quickly. When she pushes him into her though, it took almost godly restraint to not simply spill himself into her mouth there and then, after all he had a reputation to maintain as a man. It won't do to finish to quickly and Shirayuki would likely not let him go even if he did finish now. Zen could feel her swirling her tongue around, mimicking his very movements from earlier. He could already feel his body giving in.

"Ahh...To much...Shirayuki..."

Taking off her lips, relief and disappointment washed over him.

"What's wrong Prince Zen?" she purrs playfully, emphasising the 'Prince'. "Is this too much for you?"

The smirk on her face was a challenge. If that was how she wanted it then so be it. Placing his hand on her head, he slowly pushes her towards his shaft. Obliging, she takes him in once more, this time she goes further in. Her lips enclosing him around as she pushes downwards slowly. Her wet tongue sliding on the back of his penis. His head was thrown back at the sudden wetness of her tongue, ecstasy washing through him.

"Ahhh...Yes..."

As she continued pleasuring him, the feeling of heat once again stung her, stirring her core ever so stronger, she tries to touch herself to relieve herself of this painful knot forming deep within her. Finding it too difficult and uncomfortable, she gives a short yelp as Zen lifts her and turns her around.

"This way we can take care of each other." He says simply, his face flushed as red as Shirayuki's.

He strokes her entrance and plays with her lips, eliciting a moan from her as she services his manhood. The vibration from her throat intensifying the pleasure flowing through him like a static shock. Zen parts her lips with his fingers, sliding his tongue down the entrance of her warm soft core. The walls of her vagina pulsating softly every so often as he strokes her, drinking her juices flowing from her core. He takes her sensitive button and plays with it, eliciting a growl from his dear princess, slipping his fingers slightly within her as he spreads her walls to gaze deeply into her. Sliding his middle finger in, he plays with her canal, firmly rubbing her sensitive spots. Shirayuki orgasms slightly, her walls visibly pulsating and her abdomen shuddering with pleasure as she softly whimpers before regaining control of her self. Determined not to lose, she increases the pressure and tempo of her strokes, forcing him to moan in pleasure. She could taste the precum flowing out of him.

His ragged warm breath flowing inside her, her warm saliva covering him. They continued their passionate exchange as the pressure within them increased. The knot in her core tightening her, suffocating her, making her crave the release that was promised to her. The increasingly painful pressure in him, gathering all in one spot, waiting to burst out with or without his consent.

Each of them were so absorbed in their battle, the moans they made got louder and louder, unaware that their voices might have been overheard from others beyond the chamber doors. Such matters were inconsequential to them as both of them were very close. Shirayuki, desperate not to lose shoves him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Although slightly uncomfortable, she got used to it very quickly and even enjoyed the soft thuds as his rod pushes against the back of her throat, it seemed to make Zen react the most.

His breath was getting more and more desperate and ragged, as was hers, neither willing to admit defeat. Shirayuki realised that she would be unable to win on mere control alone. Already her body was giving in. She could feel her vaginal walls slowly tightening, pulsating every now and then. It would only be a matter of time before she broke. Increasing her speed, she could also feel Zen pushing himself against her, his muscles in his member noticeably tighter. A few more seconds, a few more. Stroking and cropping his cool testes as she bobs her head up and down continuously shoving him inside her, desperate for release and desperate to make him release.

Her frustrated growl escapes her throat as she feels herself entering climax, spasming a few times before regaining control. She works faster and harder as they finally came. She pushes her vagina onto Zen's face while he pushes his penis deeper into her throat. As she spasmed, she could feel his hands spreading her walls and his tongue savouring every wave of her orgasm. Her pulsations so strong, her entire body jerking strongly with every spasm that coursed through her, her jerks making Zen's tongue slide slightly in and out of her.

Zen could feel his tip using against the smooth tissue at the back of her throat as he shoots his sperm in strong waves down her throat, feeling her swallow intensified his pleasure a hundred fold. With every wave, he jerks his hips forward slightly into her her, pressing his tip deeper in as he spilled inside with every forward jerk. Shirayuki on the other hand, could feel a warm sticky fluid entering her throat with every warm throb of his rock hard penis, not wanting to spill, she swallows as much as she possibly can. A little drips down despite her efforts and she could taste something sweet with a slight hint of bitterness.

They orgasm long and hard, eventually slowing down though not entirely finished, their bodies moving in sync as they jerk to the slowing waves of their climax. Nearing the end, Shirayuki slowly releases him from the depths of her throat, drinking in whatever she may missed, a thin line of saliva still connecting her to him as she gasps for much needed air.

Pulling herself upright from their position, Shirayuki sits herself on his abdomen before lying backwards, falling onto him. Holding his arms around her waist, they rest themselves as fatigue washes over them, the high from their orgasm slowly fading away.

The two snuggled together, having calmed down from their, arguably hottest escapade. Blushing slightly, they looked at each other as they kissed. She giggles softly and he raises a questioning brow.

"In the end, you never did fully take me." she says.

"Well..." he begins, stirring under their covers a little, "If the little miss complains, I would be most happy to oblige."

His hands lift her ruined and torn uniform skirt up her thigh, rolling atop her, he rubs his own manhood against her, slightly parting the lips of her vagina. Looking to her for permission to take her womanhood, he waits for Shirayuki to make her decision.

"Lets leave that for another day." She smiles. She admits though, him being close to taking her sent thrills throughout her body, especially since he was practically rubbing his penis on to her, threatening to penetrate her moist vagina and claiming her body as his own. It would be best to leave it she thinks, the events of today already proving they weren't as ready as they thought they would be. She knows he agrees by looking into his eyes. Yes, the will save it for another day.

"Although, I wouldn't mind a round two..." She suggests coyly. The night was still young after all.

Zen sneaks Shirayuki out before daybreak, escorting her back to the pharmacist dormitory, dodging the wall guards and prying eyes while occasionally carrying her much to her delight. Dishevelled and in torn and soiled clothing, the couple giggle silently, blushing as they held hands running through the halls of the city, laughing quietly in the night.

As you may have guessed, this is primarily during the two year separation though there may be a few flashbacks. If you made it this far, then you have conquered this hot and steamy first chapter. I had much trouble writing this, it was really hard. I hope you have enjoyed my first chapter (?) of this M rated fic.