Something heavy was weighing Vanna down, so much that she couldn't move. Oddly enough, she didn't find herself distressed… instead, a warm and excited feeling bubbled in her chest. The alluring scent of firewood and cologne flooded her senses – a scent she had never smelled before, yet it somehow felt like home. She could breathe it in for hours and never tire of it.
"Why are you closing your eyes? Don't hide from me," a familiar voice whispered into Vanna's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Look at me… please?"
Who was it?
She couldn't quite place whose voice it belonged to, but one thing was for certain – she was lying on her back, with the gentle caress of silk sheets against her bare skin. Vanna was completely naked, and whoever she was with was the same.
Vanna opened her eyes obediently, only to be met by a passionate, crimson gaze. Quynh was staring at her, observing her face intensely – and the moment he met her eyes, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was on top of her, his bare chest pressed against hers. Her heart leapt into her throat when she felt a large, calloused hand slowly making its way up her thigh.
He was stunning in the dim light of the room. His hair was much longer than he had when she had been awake, but it was the same brilliant vermillion that it was when he'd shown her his magical form the night before. It tumbled over his shoulder and tickled her arms with each slight movement. Vanna couldn't help but follow the lines of his jaw, all the way down his neck and to his collarbones…
"What? Are you nervous?" he asked, his eyes narrowing into dragon-like slits. He managed to interrupt her train of thoughts before she managed to look much further down his body. Quynh let out a bemused chuckle, "It isn't like this is our first time. Just yesterday, we were in the dining h—"
"Quynh!" Vanna felt the words escaping her lips without even realizing. "You're embarrassing me…"
"No one else is here," Quynh answered proudly. "As promised, I waited until we went to bed this time. You should be grateful, I was tempted all day long and still honored your request."
Vanna swallowed nervously, unsure of what to do. It was obvious that she was dreaming, but she had no idea why she would dream about something like this. She had no idea how to handle situations like that, and although she had some… unsavory thoughts, she was still a virgin. Other than a few novels she had indulged in during her spare time, she had no experience.
"I'm nervous," she admitted, attempting to shift her gaze. The unfiltered and unabashed fire that burned behind his eyes threatened to swallow her whole.
Much to her dismay, the moment she tried to turn her head, her chin was captured by his hand. Quynh's fingers traced the line of her jaw, and his thumb squeezed just hard enough to keep her from moving any further. He studied her expression with narrowed eyes, then brought his face closer. Their noses were almost touching, and Vanna could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin.
"Nervous? How cute," he hummed. In a surprisingly intimate motion, the dragon pressed his forehead against hers and touched their noses together softly. "You don't have to be scared, you know I wouldn't do anything that you don't want. I want to make you feel safe with me, in every way."
Vanna shivered again, but this time with excitement. It was with those sweet words that she knew for sure that she was asleep – the man that she had become familiar with would never say something so romantic and heartfelt.
…Which led Vanna to the realization that she was having a wet dream about a man she met in person for the first time yesterday – and as if that weren't bad enough, he was cold, and even mean to her. So what was possibly wrong with her, that she was deluding herself with fantasies of not just sex, but romance with such a man?
Despite all of her rational thinking, she couldn't save herself now. Before she could stop herself, Vanna found her body moving on its own – she took the initiative, wrapping her hands around his neck and tugging him into a kiss. Quynh was clearly very pleased by the action, because the second she did so – all of the self-control he bragged about just moments before, disappeared.
"Let me take care of you," he muttered quietly against her lips.
Vanna just nodded, and allowed herself to go with the flow. One of his hands slid behind the small of her back, and the other made its way to her neck. Quynh dragged his tongue across her lower lip before pressing it into her mouth, which elicited a moan from Vanna. He tenderly dragged his hand down her neck, all the way to her chest.
She shuddered beneath his touch, and felt herself tense up when he took one of her breasts into his palm. He teased and pinched her sensitive bud with his fingers, then repeated the action. His careful ministrations continued while he kissed her until she ran out of breath.
Just when Vanna was starting to feel the pressure in her core start to build, he separated their lips, slowed his hands, and laughed. She furrowed her brows and stared up at him, feeling jilted by his sudden pause.
"What?" Quynh asked lightheartedly after his short burst of laughter, "I just wanted to see your face; you're so cute when you're irritated."
"Wh—"
Vanna attempted to protest, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she found two of his fingers slipping between her lips instead. She was slightly startled, but she couldn't say that she didn't like it.
"Shh," he said with a kind smile. "Be quiet."
Quynh leaned back a little and used his free hand to grab the top of her thigh. He watched her expressions change rapidly with each movement he made, clearly relishing in his ability to manipulate her. The dragon squeezed the flesh affectionately a couple of times, then applied a little pressure to encourage her to spread her legs slightly.
Vanna felt her shyness and embarrassment from earlier returning, and she wanted so badly to hide her face – but something inside her knew that he wouldn't allow her to. So, instead, she anxiously awaited his next moves with bated breath. The cool night air against her now-exposed sex made her shiver.
Quynh obliged her obvious desire and teased the sensitive place with his fingers a few times before pressing one digit inside. Vanna's thighs tightened, and her breathing started to pick up its pace, her heart following suit. He paid no mind to her increasing anticipation, taking his sweet time in his movements. Soon, there were two fingers inside of her… then three.
"You're doing so well," he said, his low voice warm. Then, he added teasingly, "What do you want?"
"You," Vanna found herself responding on what felt like instinct.
"Of course you do," Quynh cooed. "You know the deal – you have to say it first."
Vanna had no idea what he was talking about. She wished that her dream didn't have some sort of hidden lore that somehow even she herself didn't know. He kept acting as though they had a… longer term relationship of some kind. Despite being completely clueless, the words came on their own once more.
She spoke confidently, "I love y—"
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Vanna startled awake, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Disoriented by the emotional stress from her dream, she had no idea where she was at first. When her vision finally focused, and she laid her eyes on the forms in front of her, she remembered that she was on the CEO's personal jet.
"Are you okay?" Shizuka asked with a concerned frown.
Liu Bai glanced at her from the corner of his eye, curious about her condition. "A nightmare?"
Vanna couldn't help but cast a confused look in Quynh's direction. He was looking at her with a cold, annoyed glare, with his normal short hair, styled with curtain bangs. That was the Mr. Lê she was familiar with… so how did she even manage to dream up such a soft, doting version of him in her subconscious?
She shook her head and turned back to Liu Bai. "Yeah, it was a nightmare."