Diana had her head bowed, focused on feeding the kittens; thanks to the infusion of the blood Khan had given them, they were looking stronger with each hour that passed. She looked up when she heard a rapid, heavy footfall coming up the stairs, and her heart leapt with happiness. That would be Noonien. Unmistakably so.
When he appeared in the doorway, arms laden with packages, his face conveyed a mix of emotions. Relief to see her awake and sitting up. Remorse that he hadn’t been with her sooner. But best of all--to her heart--a single-minded devotion that reflected the depth of his heart and how fully it belonged to her now. Diana smiled at him brightly, and he set down his parcels and rushed to kneel beside the bed. His voice was soft and low, apologizing--although in her view there was no need. But she understood it was his way and wouldn’t dream of contradicting him; instead, she ran her hand through his hair. Soothingly. Lovingly. Answering him quietly, “And I love you, with all that I am.”
She watched Khan unpack a variety of items, all meant for her comfort,
and touched by how much thought he had given to her needs when he really should be focused on bringing all the plans for his people’s future closer to fruition. Diana made a silent vow to do her best, from this moment forward, to minimize anything that might distract him from that vital mission.
But then his smile—pleased and proud and a little sly—when he pulled out one last surprise, was as beautiful and as pure as sunlight parting storm clouds. A blanket for baby. Khan unfurled it over her lap, allowing the kittens to crawl across it while Diana studied the intricate pattern of red, black, and gold that was background to a powerful looking Bengal tiger. Briefly, she wondered if the choice indicated his preference for a boy child. It would be natural, of course, for a man as virile as Noonien to want his firstborn and heir to be male. But she knew him well enough to know that he would love a little girl with the same beautiful fierceness that he devoted to all those he held dear.
She was ready to compliment his choice and thank him, but Khan stopped her speech with a soft, lingering kiss, and then laid one strong hand upon her belly. “My darling,” she murmured, resting her hand atop his, “You never need to apologize. You do right by me, every hour of every day. I trust in you completely.” Diana brushed a kiss on his shoulder while patting his hand, “In fact, I’ve never trusted anyone more in my life.” She sighed and added, “And I’ve never known an ordinary man that could make me feel so perfectly safe—and so very, very loved.”
It crossed her mind to mention the medical tests she thought necessary for both the baby and her own health but decided to wait until morning—for she knew it was likely to cause him some concern, even if she fibbed a bit and claimed that they were routine. No- Khan deserved a full and restful night after the madness of the past few days. Which reminded her that she hadn’t checked on his injury since the night they had fled London. “I’d be absolutely chuffed if you would draw me a bath, darling—but before that, I insist on checking how you’re healing. If I’d been at my best, I would have changed those dressings twice already, so you’re well overdue.”
She could almost hear his initial reply and see it in the flicker of his eyes—though he chose to humor her request, instead of reminding her of his enhanced recuperative powers. Khan stood up, tugged his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor, then began unwrapping the bandages that bound his puncture wound. Revealing that his healing was well advanced, leaving only a reddened but fully closed gash (which would likely not even leave a scar on his magnificent physique) and only a slight swelling. Diana pursed her lips in a quiet smile, “Well, I suppose that won’t need any further tending to. Any other man would likely still be flat on his back in hospital.”
Noonien huffed in good humor, clearly pleased at her concession that he needed no further care and went into the bathroom to run her bath. Soon, the soothing scents of jasmine, citrus, and sandalwood wafted through the open door, prompting Diana to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly take to her feet. But before she had a chance to take her first tentative step, Khan was at her side, and not taking ‘no’ for an answer when he scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. “I’m perfectly capable of walking, my love,” she told him, though Diana was very happy to tuck her face against the strong wall of his chest. He set her on the edge of the tub and kneeled at her feet, and a shocking wave of sudden desire washed over her.
“Um…” she started a little breathlessly, feeling shy about removing the slip she’d been sleeping in. Aware that her aching nipples had pebbled, and not because of the air being cool (for it wasn’t) and knowing that Noonien would have noticed them through the thin satin of her slip. But then, somehow understanding that she’d grown bashful, he granted Diana her dignity, bowing his head while she shimmied out of her modest garment and slipped into the water. The heat and fragrance were immediately relaxing, and she hummed with appreciation.
Moved by his gentle demeanor, awash in the tenderness and need he had invoked in her without even trying, Diana twined her fingers in his hair, so that he raised his face. “Darling…Noonien…there’s plenty of room for the both of us. And plenty of time now that we're in a safe place, for us to...take our time,” she told him, and his eyes flashed with familiar hunger, “Won’t you join me, my love? It feels like forever since you held me, skin on skin…”
Khan asleep naked in the open on Diana's bed. How would his flower react?
(a look back to their beginning)
As a nurse, Diana was accustomed to finding her patients in various stages of undress, which meant she was no prude regarding nudity. But Khan was no longer her patient, and this was a newly sublet flat, not a hospital or even her own place.
Yet there he slept, upon the only bed in the place—which she had insisted he take, while she kipped down on the sofa because he was still recuperating from the injuries he’d suffered due to the treachery of Alexander Marcus.
There he slept in his full naked glory, and despite being a medical professional, Diana couldn’t tear her eyes away from admiring every inch of his pale, flawless flesh. Or the sleek, perfect lines, curves, and contours of his exquisitely masculine form.
Even the slow, even rise and fall of his breathing enthralled her, along with the coiled, panther-like grace which she had already witnessed spring into action several times throughout their desperate escape from the medical facility where she had worked and he’d been held captive.
Once Diana had understood the injustices he had endured and the dark fate that awaited him, she had broken a lifetime of rules and cut all her ties to a safe, ordinary life for the sake of this magnificent being from a long bygone age. Khan had borne those indignities stoically, but her empathetic disposition had been immediately taken by the heavy, resigned sort of sorrow he carried, nevertheless—evident to her eyes well before he had ever shared portions of his story with her. His heart seemed to her to be unfathomably deep; that was clear in every word he spoke about his people. His mind was fascinating, and keen beyond any man she had ever known. Perhaps he had discerned her soft spots and played upon her compassionate nature to gain her trust—at first. But Diana had fallen in love with him of her free will, and though she should have removed herself from his case when it became clear to her, she just couldn’t force herself to do it. Khan was deep in her blood by then, and her imperative had become seeing to his survival. With the quiet hope that someday he could love her back.
The flat was in one of the seedier parts of London, and Diana had supplied it for their needs as best she could in the several days leading up to their escape attempt. However, as Khan had come away with only the clothes on his back, once she believed they were safely settled in, she had gone out to find suitable attire for him at a couple of second hand stores in the area. Her errand had taken longer than she’d expected—and every second she was away from him, her heart was in her throat as she worried that Marcus’s men could already have tracked Khan down and taken him. Diana feared not for what punishment she would be subject to—only for the fate of this marvelous man who had stolen her heart without even trying.
Diana watched him sleeping far more soundly than on any night he’d spent as a prisoner in hospital. She felt no reason to wake him. Only an overwhelming compulsion to spend time with him—but to disturb his rest would be pure selfishness. The surgeon’s scrubs she’d provided to sneak him past security, lay in a crumpled heap, beneath the bath towel he must’ve used after showering. In her fantasies, they would have showered together, but in reality they were not yet lovers. She wanted him alright, but she needed him to clearly understand that she had helped him because it was the right thing to do, not because of her attraction to him.
Khan had marked her as his weeks ago, with secret, passionate kisses shared whenever they had been able to manage stolen moments out of the surveillance cameras view. He’d painted the flesh of her neck and decolletage with deep purple love bites, which she had always been careful to hide from her colleagues. And the touch of his powerful hands could be tender at times, rough and rushed at others. Just considering it, Diana’s found herself panting with desire, her nipples pebbling at the memory of his eager, relentless touch. Wanting all of that and more. Now.
Khan lay on his side, and Diana was sorely tempted to move to the opposite edge of the bed to satisfy a prurient curiosity. Though she had never seen his manhood, or been bold enough to touch it beneath his hospital gown, she had certainly felt it during the heated press of their forbidden embraces. Had felt his arousal trapped against her, the extraordinary length and girth of his erection shocking he that first time—until she considered later that his well above average size was surely another manifestation of the genetic manipulation that had created him. Each time that had followed both dizzied and daunted her. Even now, the same hot blush she had felt at those moments, returned to her cheeks, along with the titillating thoughts of what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside her.
Again, as a nurse, she knew she needn’t fear for his size, for her body could accommodate him; and as a woman, it had fueled a series of escalating fantasies in which Khan would take her in any number of licentious, passionate (for her heart had perceived that he would be an attentive, lustful lover, just from the passion he expressed about saving his people and exacting retribution on Markus, and from that which he spent upon her when he held her close), and divinely satisfying ways.
Inevitably, such recollections left a wet heat throbbing between her thighs. As it had on a few recent nights in the dark of her bedroom, in the solitude of her lonely bed. A need so insistent that she’d been unable to sleep, leading Diana to resolve if for herself, while imaging Khan’s long, elegant fingers doing the deed as he husked everything he planned to do to her against her ear.
Diana bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, needing to shake off her inappropriate thoughts and the fever they had awakened in her veins. He deserves so much better from me, after everything he’s been through! And if he wants me too…when he wants me...I want Khan to lead the way. Not because he’s grateful for my help, or thinks he owes me something. But because his heart is invested with being with me—just as mine is, with him.
As quietly as she could, Diana moved to the dresser and filled two drawers with the clothing she had bought for him. Smiling mischievously in the semi dark, she held back a single pair of briefs, pants and a shirt, and then laid them on the bottom corner of the bed, across from his feet. That’ll be enough for Khan to know I saw him this way, she sighed wistfully. Naked and beautiful beyond any man I’ve ever known. Known and wanted. I hope he’ll understand that I respect him too much to give into temptation—even if he doesn’t already realize that I’m in love with him.
Without allowing herself a backward glance, Diana headed for the sofa and laid down fully clothed, thinking sleep might elude her for a while tonight, as her blood still hummed through her veins with wanting him. His name, along with the phrase ‘my dark, magnificent prince’ echoed again and again through her mind.
Diana was lost in her beloved. Lost to her concerns about their uncertain future, and lost to the world beyond the walls which kept them safe. As was the way between them–especially when they made love–Khan was her world. She could imagine that nothing would ever displace him. Certainly her world would widen with the birth of the child in her womb–but she and the babe would remain within Khan’s compelling gravity come whatever fate awaited them. As though it had been meant to be from the first moment she had laid eyes upon him.
Her hand pressed to his chest had been the thing to finally rouse him to act. Khan had let out a harsh grunt, bolting upright, as decisive in this as in everything he set himself to. Stripping away his shirt, then pinning her wrists to the pillow beneath her head. God, how she loved when he used the strength of his will and his body upon her! It was intoxicating. Diana had never been as soft and yielding with her previous lovers–but with her Noonien, she craved surrendering to his strength and to whatever he desired of her.
Yet as strong as he was, he had never hurt her. Had somehow unerringly tread the line between carefully dominating her and causing her to fear what he was capable of. Which made her feel treasured. Sacred to him. Unrepentantly loved.
Diana felt his deep, velvety voice thrum through her, speaking his desires, and soon the things he wanted to do to her. Asking what she wanted, as though he didn’t already know from how her body responded to even his slightest touch. His kisses were molten. Upon her lips, and then her neck. Suckling her flesh, surely marking her again as his, just as she longed for him to do.
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Finally, Khan peeled away the shirt she wore. Her heated flesh prickled when the cool air hit it, bare to his hungry eyes, aching to feel his skin on hers. His lustful growl cut through to her core, flooding her pussy with hot, wet need. Diana could only moan in reply, sliding her arms around his back as her fingered her swelling clitoris, while drinking in the wicked words falling from his sumptuous lips. Reading her well, Khan pushed one long finger past her slick opening, slowly pumping it in and out, a sure foreshadowing of the next penetration to come.
Squirming beneath him, aching for him to fill her more fully, she opened her eyes to find him wearing a triumphant smirk, just before he withdrew his probing finger and licked it clean. Make her gasp and buck up against the hard bulge straining the seam of his trousers.
Her breasts were still so tender to the touch, but the discomfort had been dulled, transmuted by her joy in the reason they ached, to a sting which Diana could covet. She hissed softly when Khan took one stiffened bud into his mouth to play with and suckle, sinking her hands into his hair to hold him in place, and loving how he fondled her other breast. Her lips fell open with a groan of disappointment when he popped her from his mouth, and then a relieved sigh as she arched up to meet him latching upon the other hard peak.
And when he teased his plump lips downward, Diana understood his aim, even before he laid sweet kisses upon her mound, his smooth, dark chocolate voice as he did so, making her want to beg for what came next–though she only whimpered, for to beg would be undignified. Ah, but Khan knew just how to devour her, his lips and tongue having learned well what pleased her best. She couldn’t help the moans that rose from her core, nor bucking her hips and grinding against his beautiful mouth. As ever, he had freed her wanton side, which only Khan had the power to satisfy.
He rarely finished her this way, longing as much as she did, to bury himself inside her. She watched as he left off with a final, lingering swipe of his tongue, his dark crown of hair a glorious mess and his eyes glittering with lust. Khan rose and pushed his trousers and briefs off, freeing his full magnificence and taking his place, kneeling upright between her legs–an oh how the sight of him had her throbbing even more! He smiled wickedly, knowing how badly she wanted him, stroking himself in a torturous tease, and then further enflaming her need by tracing his leaking head down from her swollen bud and inside the length of her wet folds. But holding himself back, asking one last time if she wanted him. As if she would ever say no!
“I always want you, my prince. Each time somehow more than the last.” Diana held out her arms to beckon him down to take his natural place atop her. Desperate to feel the solid, protective shelter of his body on hers. Hungering for his kiss, and even to taste her own flavor on his tongue, while he finally seated his iron hard length fully inside her.
“My darling,” she cooed as he hovered above her straight-armed, having rooted his hands on either side of her shoulders, broaching her with only his tip–-an incredible act of patience on his part. “Please, Noonien,” she gasped at that heavenly trespass, “My love, I need you now as I never dreamed possible…” Diana plucked at his shoulders, husking a final plea, “Fill my body now, as your love has filled my soul…” Khan growled low in his throat, his eyes dropping shut as he took her mouth with a searing kiss, and plunged his iron shaft inside her as deep as he could go.
He remained propped up above her, a look of intense concentration on his face as he set their pace. Diana drew a helpless gasp each time he retreated, and then gave over a sigh of relief when he hit his full depth again, punctuating each thrust by grinding into her. She matched his movements thrust by thrust, bucking her hips up to meet him and clenching her muscles around his engorged cock. Khan’s rough grunts became lengthened groans as Diana held him tight within her; her moans grew from soft to jagged as together they built to their inevitable release.
“Mmmmmmm…Nooniennnnnnnn…” She drew out his name like it was her prayer. “I love when you fill me…” He groaned her name in reply, pounding into her even harder. “I love how you fuck me…” That pulled a loud, hungry growl from his depths as he lowered his face and seized her mouth with his. Diana welcomed the hard thrust of his tongue by suckling it. His restraint was beginning to unravel, his imperative shifting from pleasing his woman to spending himself to their full satisfaction. Khan broke from their kiss, hanging his head down beside hers, while he shot a hand between them, seeking to hasten her climax.
“Oh yes, my love,” she moaned as his fingers massaged her sweet bundle of nerves, his thrusts growing raw and demanding. “Do me as hard as you need to, Noonien,” she urged him while kissing his cheek–on the brink herself, of the shared ecstasy he was driving them to, “Cum in me, my prince…fill me with all that you are!”
Khan snapped his head up and let out a mighty curse coupled with her name, sounding as desperate as she felt, to climax. He looked so incredibly beautiful as he strained towards release that Diana knew she would remember that moment all the days of her life. She stretched one hand up to caress his cheek and his expression softened as he opened his eyes. They appeared unfocused, until she spoke and then his gaze locked on her eyes. “Noonien…ahhhhhhh,” she gasped as those ultimate waves of pleasure broke upon her and she gave herself over to exquisite bliss.
“I love you with all…ahhhhhh…oh god…” she exclaimed, keenly aware of Khan’s hot spend splashing her walls, flooding her as he emptied himself inside her. He had gone rigid above her, lost to everything but the intimate, spectacular union of their bodies–the physical embodiment of the pure union of their hearts. Tears of joy wet her cheeks, as she murmured his true name over and over again.
“Noonien…my breath…my life,” Diana sighed once the full force of her climax began to wane, “My love…forever…” Mate to my soul, she acclaimed in her mind. Author of the sweet new life growing within me. Such delicious relaxation spread throughout her body, and Diana felt the same in Khan when he allowed his arms to give out and laid upon her, slick-skinned and sated. He rested his head against her breast, so that she carded her fingers through his damp hair. He slipped his arms under her back, gentle as he clung to her, his slow, even breaths soothing her cooling flesh.
How wonderful it would be to stay like this forever! Safe from all worry and worldly cares. From the demands of his responsibilities. Her joyful tears turned bittersweet. Diana knew that soon he would have to leave her, and as much as she wanted to, she could not plead with him to forgo his dangerous task. All that she could do was hope that this loving leave-taking would bolster Khan’s determination to return to her as swiftly as possible. And pray unceasingly for his safety and success. While holding these memories close in her heart, as a quiet but eternal flame.
small kiss details. 66 turning into 36. (before their escape)
Khan watched Diana seeing her check the wounds on his body from the minor incident with some star fleet thugs (as she calls them) that had bullied him. He had snapped and almost killed them until she came along to make him stop, only he will stop for her. That was because he didn't want to see her get hurt by these creeps or from the admiral himself. Now they are here again in her work station on the medical side attending to small cuts and bruises that will just go away in a hour or so due to his genetics. His eyes scanned over her body studying the way she moved. Sometimes he would have to shake his mind awake when he would get lost in the thoughts of her. She is the only one here that cares for him and wants to save his family, he would have thought all the good people are gone when he awoke. Now he finds himself staring at her and looking away feeling shy to not be caught staring.
Diana walked over placing a bandage over his wound on his side his chest rising and falling slowly as he could see the strain of her hands from touching his skin. He wondered what she would do if he had kissed her. Khan can clearly tell by her woman needs and hormones a man of his looks and genes he was told it was hard for women to resist. Diana was clearly not scared of him and drawn to him for what he is. A smirk appeared on his face as his thoughts ran of her. Khan is drawn to her as much as she is to him. The eyes that shot through his heart and to his soul, he could read her feeling just by the look. He could feel his heart race as he stepped onto the floor and carefully walked up behind her.
She sensed him behind her as his eyes looked to her lip and leaned in quickly to not let her react as his lips pressed to hers. Feel the softness and warmth of them against his making his heart flutter. Khan was greedy for more he was enjoying this feeling as his kiss turning more hungry, licking her bottom lip and pressed his hips to hers. He could feel their bodies pressed together and a moan escape from her. But he snapped from the trance and pulled away from her and looked away saying "I am sorry."
Such a perfect prompt- it allows me to write some more first kisses! 💋
66. a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other
36. stopping a kiss when it gets too heated
Diana was doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand; no matter how the power of his presence distracted her, the man was her patient above all else, and deserved the best care she could provide. Yet her heart couldn't help but ache for him, not only from witnessing firsthand, the blatant abuse which he regularly suffered at the hands of Marcus' thugs--while remembering how dispassionate and resigned he had been to his fate on the day they had met--but also because she had seen past his stoic facade to the good, caring, passionate man hidden beneath. Though Khan had been judged by history as being a war criminal, unworthy of mercy or sympathy, Diana knew so much better, for he had revealed his fierce devotion to his people (currently held captive to ensure his cooperation) as he had grown to trust her. Once she had understood his true nature and his nobility that rose above the brutality he needed to employ in order to survive, she found herself drawn to him beyond the strictures of nurse and patient. Each day she loved him a little bit more--and wanted him in ways she daren't speak out loud.
Khan reminded her often enough that his wounds would heal on their own, but Diana insisted on giving him the care that far less extraordinary men than he, received without question. It wasn't just her job anymore--it was her only way to express the feelings he'd kindled in her heart. Sometimes, she caught him watching her with those piercing, discerning, commanding, blue eyes and she would wonder if he saw how soft she was for him. And how physically attracted she had become to him. Sometimes, it felt to her that Khan had come to want her too.
"There now," she had told him softly, applying the dressing to the last of his wounds, "Done and dusted. You'll be good as new before you know it."
"Thank you, Nurse Russell," he rumbled. Though her head remained bowed, Diana could feel Khan studying her. Not at all unpleasant, though he was bound to realize soon how deeply he affected her, just by the flush that had crept up her neck and filled her cheeks. The butterflies trapped and fluttering below her diaphragm he couldn’t note--but if she remained this close to him much longer, her professionalism would quickly fade away. She turned aside and began to put away her medical supplies.
With his panther-like grace, Khan’s footfalls were nearly silent as he came up behind her—but Diana sensed him anyway. She turned in time to find his face closer than it had ever been; his pupils had dilated, so that just a rim of blue encircled them—and those eyes were focused on her lips. At last, she was thinking, having spent countless nights imagining this moment; how it would feel; how he might taste. His kiss was sudden and hungry, electric and enticing, making her want to surrender herself to him. To whatever he might desire of her.
The erotic play of his tongue made her shiver, while the firm press of his hips to hers made her moan. Heat pooled in her belly and a frisson of lust rushed through her veins. No kiss in her life had affected Diana so viscerally.
And then just as suddenly as he had begun, Khan pulled away. Leaving behind the fever he had summoned, apologizing for what she had wanted in equal measure to the passion he had shown her. Even more confusing, he appeared to be ashamed. She couldn’t bear to have it so.
More for his sake than to satisfy her own longing, Diana implored him, “Please…please don’t be sorry.” Khan’s face remained implacable, his brow knit, but his eyes softened enough to embolden her to share her truth. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for weeks now. Kiss me and more…so much more…”
Well aware that a witness could come by at any moment, Diana motioned for him to follow her to the supply cupboard just past the nurses’ station. He looked behind him—likely wary of being seen—then nodded and moved inside the little room to join her.
He was breathing hard, and his hair had fallen across his brow. How badly she wanted to touch him! Her hand seemed to move of its own volition, to brush back his fringe. The corners of Khan’s mouth crept up slightly, enough to make her even braver. “Darling,” she ventured what she had only ever called him in her dreams, cupping his face in both of her hands, “I swear, you have no reason to feel ashamed. Because I’d have you kiss every inch of my skin if…if that’s something that would please you…” Khan gave a low growl, enough to dizzy her, so that she closed her eyes a moment before continuing. “And if you’d allow me, I’d kiss every inch of yours…”
She left off when he slowly nodded and wove the fingers of one hand in the fall of her hair. Though he lowered his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers, he waited and whispered. “Show me, my sweet flower.”
Oh, and Diana did. Unashamed and without hesitation; long and deep.
Stroking his tongue with her own and absorbing his hum of satisfaction. Then drawing his tongue into her mouth to suckle upon while he laid both hands on her shoulders to back her against the cupboard wall. Khan was so very powerful, a titan pressed hard to her trembling form, yet still he allowed her to lead. Diana could feel his hardening manhood, realizing that perhaps she had awakened a tiger that could not be tamed. As much as she wanted him, this should not be the time and place for what they both clearly wanted.
She would have broken the kiss right then, but Khan beat her to it. Drawing away, he ran a hand through his hair and assumed his full height. “Enough for now, dearest Diana.” His voice was like liquid heat, sharpening her desire; speaking her given name for the first time, as though it was the key to her soul. “I have plans, and I know now I can trust you to help me carry them through.” Then, like some gentleman out of a gothic love story, he inclined his head in a bow, finally slipping from the room. Leaving her breathless and aching for more.
Safe and snug in her beloved’s arms, Diana dreamed.
Because her last thoughts before drifting off were of his pronouncement of plans for the following day—and because her blood ran warm with the bliss of the loving they had just shared—she dreamed of walking hand in hand with her Noonien, under the bright Indian sun. Free from fear of discovery at last, breathing in the rich aromas of an outdoor marketplace, she felt both proud and blessed to be at his side. The faces of many strangers smiled at them as the couple passed by, then turned to one another; Diana heard snatches of their conversation, strangely all in English, so that she could understand them. “He has chosen well,” they told one another. “She is truly fit to be his queen and consort,” they nodded knowingly. A wizened old woman stepped forward to offer a lei of yellow and orange blossoms, so that Diana bent low enough to have them draped around her neck. The woman then laid her hand upon her burgeoning belly, and Diana felt a sudden flutter of butterfly wings inside. That’s the baby kicking, she thought, and then realized, but it’s way too soon. Enrapt in her dream, Diana murmured, how is this possible? I can’t be more than two months along, and most first-time mothers don’t feel their babies move until at least 18 weeks or more.
“Don’t be afraid, my sweet flower,” Noonien told her, turning her to face him, “I will allow no harm to come to you or to our child. As I have promised from the moment you revealed this miracle to me.” He cupped her face tenderly in one hand and placed the other against her belly.
At his touch, a sharp pain, very like menstrual cramps, tore through her abdomen. Diana’s dream self gasped hard and doubled over in agony, ending curled up on her side on the ground at his feet.
[trigger warning: miscarriage/pregnancy loss]
She tried to pant her way through the pain, as women throughout the history of humankind were coached to do, but it gave her no relief. The pain came in unrelenting waves, and the only clear thought that she had was that she was miscarrying. “No…please, nooooo…” she was whimpering while the air around her suddenly cooled, bringing goosebumps to her fevered flesh. Diana felt the dimming of the sun, and as is the nature of dreams and nightmares, she knew without opening her eyes that a scud of dark storm clouds had obscured it. “So cold…I’m so cold,” she shivered, wishing Noonien would take her up into his arms to cradle her close. To warm her and keep her and their baby safe.
As a merciless, icy wind began to bite at her skin, Diana moaned his name, begging for him to help her. In the tight grip of the nightmare, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and when she succeeded, she found herself alone. The petals of the flower lei she wore had shriveled and blackened, become as lifeless as the babe in her womb would be if someone didn’t help her soon. Diana felt a hot spike of fresh pain pierce her core and then a gush of fluid soaked her panties and the lightweight skirt she wore. “God, no! Please…it’s too soon,” she sobbed uselessly, managing to reach down between her legs to dip her fingertips into the wetness pooled there.
As she feared, they came away stained with blood, and Diana knew in that instant she wasn’t only losing the baby, but her own lifeblood as well. “I’m so sorry, my loves…” she was crying as her strength flowed out with her blood onto the sterile, unfeeling ground, “Forgive me, little one, for failing you…forgive me, my prince, for my weakness and for disappointing you…” Aching that she had been abandoned, mourning the loss of her child, Diana’s dream self resigned her mind to her coming death. Her only consolation, that all of her pain would dissolve when she went into that darkness…
Diana awoke with a sharp gasp, covering her mouth to smother the sound as she sat bolt upright. It had been but a terrible dream, as she had been aware even while she dreamt it. She felt not a jot, nor even an echo of the pain she had endured in that nightmare. Gingerly, she laid her other hand upon her protruding belly, assuring herself of the truth: she was safe in the bed she had made with her man, who slept soundly beside her. And their child still grew, undisturbed in her womb. Let Noonien sleep, she decided; no need to trouble him with the dark fancies of a foolish, hormonal woman. Diana laid back down and turned her body into Khan’s, immediately comforted by his strength in repose and the musk of their lovemaking, which lingered on his skin. She laid one arm across his chest, clinging lightly, and knowing that just as he had promised in her dream, he would see no harm come to her or the precious new life nurturing inside her.
For a few moments, Diana could swear she felt a real flutter of movement as though the baby was replying to her thoughts. She did not dismiss it, despite the medical fact that it was simply impossible at this point in her pregnancy. For there was no mistaking it now; her bulge was that of a mother about four months along. Yes, she would need to discuss it with Khan, and seek medical attention soon, to puzzle out these mysteries. But for now, she would sleep, secure in his love and devotion. And in the morning would come the promised outing for them both to enjoy, before she would trouble him with any such new worries.
roleplay with @khan-stid combining threads from here and here
“Oh, my darling,” Diana sighed at the sight awaiting her in the kitchen, and at the acrid scent of burnt pancakes lingering in the air. Amused--and touched by Khan’s artless attempt to please her--she bit her lip against smiling too widely, proceeding with the same generosity that he had sought to spend upon her. She turned back to face him and held out her hand. “Let’s just clear these things away and make a fresh start, shall we?”
Once the clean up was completed, Diana began to set out fresh ingredients, explaining as she went along what measurements were best, and the order in which to mix them. “If you get the batter right, darling, the pancakes will be a wiz to cook up.” Under her patient guidance, Khan soon had butter sizzling in a fresh skillet and then ladled out the creamy mix in uniform amounts so they would fry up evenly. She had him pile the cakes on a plate with each fresh batch, covering them with a clean dish towel to keep them warm until brought to table.
Confident that he had the cooking well in hand, Diana set out plates and utensils before grabbing butter and syrup to top Khan’s share, deciding that she wanted only honey on her own. A rather odd choice, but she felt a sudden craving for that combination of savory and sweet.
Khan was watching her closely to see her reaction before he even took a bite of his own. “Mmmmmmm...these are delicious, Noonien,” she assured him, “Perfect, in fact.” And they were--to begin with, anyway. On about her fifth forkful, Diana found the flavor had turned rather cloying, making it unpleasant to swallow. Perhaps the honey wasn’t such a good idea after all. Whatever possessed me to try it to begin with? But for his sake, she carried on, trying to keep a pleasant expression on her face even while she forced herself to continue swallowing. Not wishing Khan to note that the meal had begun to feel heavy in her stomach, for surely he would think it was something he’d done wrong. As he showed no sign of the distress she was experiencing, Diana was certain it had been her mistake alone making her feel ill.
She had managed to finish about two-thirds of her meal, but she couldn’t take another mouthful. Khan had gotten up to heap several more pancakes onto his plate, so that she took the opportunity to lay her fork and napkin down. He looked to her as he sat down, the coming question clear in his vivid blue eyes, and she answered before it left his lips. “I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach, darling--I just can’t eat another bite." A shadow of disappointment crossed his handsome, beloved features, causing her to rush to add, “I swear it’s not your cooking, my love. I’m just...feeling slightly...off. Not myself...” The adorable crease between his brows showed his growing concern.
Diana laid her hand on his, seeking to reassure him, fibbing just a little and only for his sake, “I’m fine...really, I am.” She smiled as brightly as she could, although she felt that at any moment every morsel she had eaten would come back up. She took to her feet, backing out of the room as she told him, “I’m gonna take a nice, hot shower...that should, uh...that’ll probably have me feeling back to normal in no time.”
With that, she slipped away, swiftly heading into the loo and closing the door behind her. Diana breathed out a long sigh of relief, believing that he beloved Noonien was none the wiser. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and closed her eyes, starting to draw long, even breaths in the hope that her queasiness would pass. Whatever was making her feel so ill--fatigue, nausea, breast tenderness--had her emotions in a tangle as well. There were moments when all she wanted was to cling to Khan as her provider and protector--such an outdated notion!. At others she felt like she couldn’t get enough of him, not just sexually, but so as to show him how deeply in love she had become with everything he was. Nothing in her past life had prepared her for feeling such extremes, and she sometimes pictured herself as walking the precipice between them.
Diana finally stood up, to face her rather pale reflection in the mirror, still wondering what was affecting her body so strangely.
For some time now, she had been speculating that something in Khan’s genetic makeup was affecting her body...her hormones...even her heart...in unpredictable ways. I must figure this out soon, she resolved, but whatever it is, I am not giving him up.
She turned from the mirror, and began to strip down, and then stepped into the tub, turning the shower water on the hottest setting she could bear. Yes--I can live with these little inconveniences, as long as they don’t get any worse, she decided. I’m a nurse, after all, and am fully capable of seeing to my own health, without becoming a burden to the man I love. Although at the moment, a sudden longing overtook her--to have him here with her, holding her close. Not for sex, but for the tender way he took care of her. She imagined the strength of his hands massaging her muscles, and how it would feel as he worked shampoo into her hair with those elegant, powerful fingers. Stop being so needy, she muttered, he needs a strong woman at his side, if he’s to succeed with all that he hopes and has planned!
That admonishment only worked for a few moments, and then Diana burst into tears, though she muffled her cries behind her hands, so that her beloved would not hear and become alarmed.
...Khan spotted some flowers in a vase then went to grab a few to place them in a nice glass cup and put it in the middle of the table by her meal. A smile appeared on his face then quickly looked over to the room hearing noises. He could hear walking to the door and watch it open as he saw her walk out wearing his shirt. Seeing the sweet lovely smile on her face caused him to blush and look away. Still feeling the love the made last night lingering on his skin and images flashing through his mind.
"Morning my flower. I hope you are hungry since we didn't get to have dinner last night. I wanted to make us breakfast."
He looked back to her and smiled as his eyes roamed over her bare legs and traveled up her body. He quickly looked away knowing it will trigger something in him again and he will have to repeat all what happened last night again. But again he wouldn't turn her down.
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Diana had awoken slowly, warm and content from having slept soundly with the man--who filled her days with happiness and her nights with passion and pleasure--snug in her arms. At some point though, he had slipped from her tender embrace, but the sheet where he had lain still held a trace of his vital warmth, while his pillowcase remained redolent of his scent. She gave a soft grumble of disappointment to find him gone--for she had hoped to wake him lovingly--and then clutched his pillow close (in place of his dear flesh) and inhaled deeply, deciding she must seek him out at once.
She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, cherishing the slight ache in many of her muscles from Khan’s rough and thorough use of her the night before. His magnificent use of her--no man had ever provided her the sort of mind-blowing ecstasies which her Noonien did each time he took her. Filling her heart with boundless love for him, and limitless joy to know that they belonged to one another. Indelibly. And eternally, if she was that blessed.
She didn’t hear the shower running, so Diana guessed that he was elsewhere in the flat. She hit the floor and grabbed her knickers, paused a moment and then let them drop, in favor of another covering--imagining Khan’s delight when he saw her choice. She slipped his discarded dress shirt on; the silk blend material was cool and smooth against her skin, and drenched in the mixed aroma of Khan’s aftershave and the heady musk which his whole body exuded whenever he was aroused.
Diana knew this was a side effect of the genetic manipulation that created him; pheromone-like, it would always leave her helpless to resist this supremely Alpha male. Not that she would ever want to resist--and the knowledge that her once sexually timid self provoked that strong response in him, made her feel powerfully, unrepentantly feminine.
His shirt fell well past her bum, and she had to roll up the sleeves to uncover her hands. Diana took a quick peek in the dresser mirror and partially finger combed her hair--smiling to herself because she knew that her Noonien would enjoy her looking just a little wanton, from how he’d loved her in the velvet night. Thus composed, her every thought to please her beloved, she headed to the kitchen, suspecting he had awoken hungry from having missed out on dinner.
And good god, there he stood, clad only in his briefs, like an Adonis of perfect, delectable proportion, and Diana’s heart thrilled at the sight of his inviting flesh, as she noted that the several love bites she had left on him had nearly faded away.
(artwork by @ravencatart - gorgeous, isn’t it!)
That was the way of it, of course; Khan barely ever bruised, but when he did, no matter her diligence in marking him, they didn’t last for long--unlike those he left her with. She gloried in him marking her as his--but for discretion sake, when they had first begun their affair, Diana had been careful to cover them up at work, to prevent any suspicion regarding their relationship to arise at the hospital.
Khan had left his own shock of thick, black hair mussed. Great minds thinking alike, she mused, concluding he had done so to tempt her fingers to set it straight. How very right he was! He held a bright clutch of flowers in one hand as he greeted her sweetly, though the way his eyes raked from her bare legs upward and the gravely hunger in his voice were a far cry from an innocent ‘good morning’. Diana blushed, seeing that he clearly wanted her again, as badly as she wanted him, and squeezed her thighs together against the heat that suddenly blossomed in her core. She took a long, slow breath before purring a soft reply. “My thoughtful darling--you spoil me so much. Though I would have been more than happy to cook for you.” She finished with a long sigh, and moved to the table.
Khan moved at the same time, pulled out her chair and let her take her seat. He placed the cup holding the flowers near her plate, and bent to kiss the crown of her head. This close, Diana could sense the tension in his body as he held himself in check from doing more. She loved that he would remain civilized a while yet for her sake, waiting until she had eaten to pursue anything more. His own need for sustenance could go unanswered far longer than hers, again a product of his astonishing genetic makeup. She took a sip of tea and then tucked into her eggs and toast. “Very good, darling--you’re getting better with every meal you make,” she assured him, evoking a sunny, guileless smile.
He began to eat as well, and they spoke of trivial things and what plans they might pursue today, stealing longing looks at one another between bites, the heat between them thrumming for an urgent resolution. When she finished her tea, Khan got up to freshen her cup, but once he stood beside her, Diana waved the teapot off. He lingered at her side, so that she took his hand and brought it to her lips, slowly kissing each knuckle, and then raising her eyes to his. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Noonien.” Diana let her voice go low and husky, repeating his name as though weaving a spell. “Noonien...my dear Noonien. How...how might I show you my gratitude?”
She placed his other hand against the pulse point of her neck, watching the steady flicker of desire in his eyes as he recognized how excited she’d become. Diana closed her eyes and moved her face to brush her lips across his navel. His skin was rich with that delicious, irresistible scent again, and when she began to spoil him with slow, moist kisses, he tasted heavenly.
Khan nested his hand in her hair, holding her head in place, surely signifying his preference. She covered the bulge in his briefs with a firm hand, picturing the beautiful moment when she would finally take him in her mouth, shamelessly growing wet in anticipation. “My love...my prince...,” she asked him, wide-eyed and eager, “...how shall I please you this day?”
When Khan listened to her speak he was calm listening to her every word. His heart sank hearing that she hasn’t been feeling well thinking it must have been a virus going around. He wasn’t a normal human he was immune to human diseases and sicknesses. But for his Diana she could get sick but lucky for her she had him to heal her when ever she needed. Just like when he added his blood to her wound to help with the healing processes.
All he wants is to make her happy just as she makes him happy. Feeling her kisses on his skin always made his heart skin and beat faster sending shivers through his spine. Even when he could sense her mood changing into his frisky minx he will snap into the lover she needed. He loved the way his name fell from her lips. The way her moans filled the room and the way she felt around him. It all brought him to a whole new level of love and he never wants to let it go.
Though her telling him all the symptoms that she was having for the passed week and days. He saw the realization spreading over her face as she talked. He was confused and calm trying to figure out what exactly she was telling him. But then his smile disappeared and his world stopped.
HIs intellect made him processes things faster and better than people around him. Khan looked to her belly then to her seeing the worry that spread through her eyes. No she couldn’t be pregnant. Women now a days have better technology for stopping or halting the fertility prosses. He wasn’t even sure if he could get her pregnant, he didn’t know if Marcus had ruined his sperm. Now he knows for sure that even being a augment he has a stronger seed better for breeding. Though his mind began to race as a whole new nightmare awoken in him. If any one finds out she is carrying his child Marcus would now have a reason to use her to get to him. Even worse now that if she gets hurt or killed the unborn child will suffer as well.
Khan looked over her then turned away and stood up with out a word. He looked outside the window as his heart beat became rapid and his breathing heavier. Running his fingers through his hair and trying to calm him self, trying to rid of the bad thoughts. HIs eyes began to lace with tears so many emotions going through him. He heard slight whimper coming from her as he turned to see her with tears running down her face. He ran to her side and cupped her face wiping away her tears.
“Diana no need to cry please. Are you for certain that you are pregnant?”
Khan looked down to her belly then raised a hand and move it to carefully press it to her bare stomach. His eyes met hers. “My love….I..” He looked away and pulled his hand back feeling ashamed for letting this happened. He knew that all this love was going to be dangerous right now. But it amazed him how easy it could be to make a new life just with a man and woman who love each other deeply.
“I am sorry for letting this happen. Now I am putting you and our child in danger. I never thought in my life I would ever have a family that I made. If any one finds out about you carrying my child let alone see you, they will hurt you.” Tears started to form and fell down his face.
“I don’t know what to do, Diana? I love you so much. You mean the world to me. My sweet flower.” Khan wrapped his arms around her naked body and pulled her into a hug holding her close. “I can’t understand my emotions right now and I am sorry if I scared you. Thank you for giving me a life that I never thought I would have. Just know I will protect you and our child with my life. I will be here by you side through it all.”
Khan will do anything for her and will make sure their child grows up to see his father. Though deep down khan thinks he wouldn’t be so great at being a father but he knows for certain she will be a wonderful mother. Now khan would have to find a way to make news way for a better plan to keep her safer.
Her attempt to lighten the moment had fallen short. This was not the way Diana had ever envisioned sharing such happy news with the father of her unborn child. Not that she had expected to find herself pregnant so soon, either. Because she had been careful; scrupulously so.
Diana had not been in an intimate relationship with any man for more than two years, when Fate had brought her face to face with the living, breathing force of nature that was Khan Noonien Singh. And once she had realized the depth of her feelings for him--along with the forbidden desire he had awoken in her despite him being a patient and a prisoner--she had resumed taking the course of low dose hormones designed specifically for her body chemistry, which suppressed ovulation. All that she could think now was that something powerful in his body chemistry--by design, or as a side effect of the genetic manipulation which had created him--had somehow overridden her precautions. Literally causing her to ovulate anyway. Perhaps an Augment's natural biological imperative to reproduce was so potent that abstinence was the only sure way to prevent conception.
Dammit, Diana, stop thinking about this so clinically, she admonished herself; this will be a child born of the love between us, not a science experiment! But the way Khan's smile had just faded, replaced with a wary, careworn mien, struck a note of cold dread within her heart. Please, my darling, her mind shouted, please see this as a blessing rather than a burden. Or as just another obstacle to be overcome on the way to fulfillment of your plans.
When he turned away from her, and then stood up to gaze out of the window, Diana felt as though her love for him and her hopes for a future together were doomed to fail. She laid her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes to fight the tears that wanted to fall freely. Whimpering softly while beginning to mourn the loss that must be coming.
Suddenly, Khan was back at her side, cupping her face in his powerful but gentle hands. Swiping away her hopeless tears. Proving once more the beautiful depth of his heart, and that she had nothing to fear as long as she trusted him. He briefly laid one hand on her belly--in Diana's eyes it was as though he was claiming his child as much as its mother--but then the mix of conflicting emotions that played across his face confused her.
Until he spoke. Of things which she hadn't yet had time to consider. Apologizing where no apology was needed. His own, very valid fears for her safety and for the precious life growing within her, along with promising to protect her and the child from the very real threats that awaited outside the shelter of this little sanctuary. Khan's tears made her heart ache, but also made her want to give him the peace and happiness that had eluded him all his life.
Khan had pulled her to him, professing his love and thanking her for changing his life for the better. How wonderful it was to be safe in the circle of his arms, enveloped in his warmth and strength! Diana molded her naked body to his fully clothed form, not caring one bit that the spark of sudden desire she felt could just be her hormones. All that mattered right now was easing his mind of the new worries which came along with this unlooked for miracle--and reminding him again that she loved him beyond any way to measure.
"Oh, my dearest love," she sighed, nuzzling his neck, taking the scent of his goodness and strength deep into her lungs. "Please don't blame yourself for anything--we created this new life together. Just as men and women all over the world do, every hour of every day that passes." Diana smoothed her hand across his chest, stopping to rest it over his heart. "You have finally allowed yourself to love and be loved in return, and no matter what the future holds, neither of us should be sorry or harbor regrets."
She kissed his neck softly, then teased her lips on his earlobe, patiently murmuring, "I do love you so, my darling Noonien...prince of my heart...with all that I am." Diana moved her hand to stroke along his jawline, assuring him, "You have just made my faith in you stronger than ever." Gently, she turned his face so she could kiss his mouth, lingering to breathe a promise onto his lips, "And I know in my bones that our child will be the luckiest one in the world to have you for their father."
She tried to read in the miracle of his eyes--those wondrous eyes that at times were a pure, piercing blue, and at others contained the colors of nebulas within their spheres--what he was thinking now. Had she managed to assuage him? Was he already calculating how he had to adjust his plans to accommodate this momentous development? And could he feel, right in this moment, how desperately she longed for him to prove with his body that his love for her had not changed for the lesser? Longed to celebrate with him the simple joy that had arisen from their love?
