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Intelligent Flower	By : flyingwind66 Category: +A through F > Dynasty Warriors Views: 2817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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author/ historical notes:

yeah, you all know that you wouldn't be reading this if I didn't put 'historical' along with 'author' >.> anyways, here's the deal, I AM Chinese, I asked my mother and my grandma about historical practices that pertain to marriage for that time period, in fact, a lot of those practices survived until my mother's generation. Some of these things are that generally, women didn't marry until they were 16 as opposed to the more common 12-14 happening in Greek at that same time in history, but (there's always a but isn't there?) some exceptions were made, political ties and alliances and whatnot that could not wait a few years for the girl to actually turn 16. During times of war is a definite 'we need alliances NOW' sort of thinking so my mother said that she has definitely heard of 12 year olds getting married. Historically, Lu Xun never joined Sun Quan's army until he was 21 (see? I did my research). This story takes place in the year 211 AD so Lu Xun is 27. In the game they picked one point in history, figured out how old everyone would be during that point, and pretty much froze their ages there despite the fact that the game spans several years and decades... that's what put Lu Xun's age at 17 in the game. Since Da Qiao's year of birth was never mentioned in history, this gave the developers room to play around with her age, so they made her 17 and that puts her at the same age as Lu Xun. For this fic, I am going to assume that the Qiao sisters were 13 and 14 when they married, Da Qiao would be 14 when she conceived and still 14 when she gives birth (I'm naming her daughter Ming Hua, for future reference) which would make Ming Hua about 3 during Sun Ce's death and Da Qiao's suicide after. I'm going to make it so that Ming Hua's birthday is before Lu Xun's so that she can be 14 when she marries and he can still be 27.

more cultural notes are at the bottom

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I sat in front of my mirror, staring at my own powdered and painted face. My maid was pinning a heavy, intricate, gold headdress to my hair. Pearls beaded the gold everywhere along with strings of them hanging off the nonsensical, delicate, patterned designs on either side of my head. Two years ago, I remember sneaking a peak at Aunty Shang Xiang's wedding headdress as it was being brought to her chambers... she got to wear a decorated hat so why do I have to wear a hair-cage? I never really understood the need of such elaborate headdresses, the only people who see it are my maids and husband-to-be but, women always were attracted to pretty things... perhaps the notion of dressing up beautifully, in the most fanciful garb fit for the Gods, gave consolation to the brides slated to marry the stranger that was to be their husband, that at least, if he was a detestable man, uncaring or ugly, she would have been able to dress extravagantly. For the first time in my life, my hair was not left down in the back to flow unchecked; instead it was tied and pinned into a stylized bun close to my head. It felt odd to suddenly have my neck exposed and I could feel the tight pulling of the skin on my head every time I moved my mouth.


When the opaque, red cloth was finally draped over my head, blocking my face from even my own sight in the mirror, I really started to think, to remember that day and those events that eventually led up to now, this moment. I gingerly stood and, guided by my maids, slowly made my blind way towards the palquin that would carry me to his living quarters all the while recalling that day that I had been restless and took late night stroll through the palace gardens. That night my uncle, Sun Quan and my uncle-in-law, Zhou Yu were discussing battle tactics.


I was prompted to step up a bit and duck my head as I slid carefully into the palaquin and after a bit of shuffling outside, I felt the palaquin being elevated above the shoulders of the carriers. I sat back as I experienced the eventual shifting of movement outside while the carriers started walking, moving into a steady pace and I continued to think on the words they said that day.


The constant jabber of my uncle and uncle-in-law's new ideas melted into a conversation about the time when Zhou Yu and my father married my aunt and mother, respectively. This led to talk of my new position as a woman of marriageable age. With me, alliances could be made that could possibly shift the balance of power towards the Wu Kingdom.


'Our current relationship with the Lu clan is shaky at best...' Zhou Yu started, 'Your niece's hand in marriage would most certainly help reinforce that bond.'


'So you are suggesting that I marry her to Lu Kang?' My uncle raised an eyebrow in amusement.


'I am sure you know very well which member of the Lu clan I am suggesting.' Uncle Quan crossed his arms in contemplation and Zhou Yu continued his reasoning. 'Xun is, as of yet, unmarried; she would be the first wife of the eldest son in a most prestigious family.'


My uncle nodded in agreement, 'Yes, that would be most advantageous. As usual, you have thought of an excellent plan. I should start making arrangements.'


Lu Xun... I was to marry Lu Xun. He joined my uncle's army several years past and is my uncle in law's apprentice I think... That moment I had berated myself for not paying better attention to the people around my uncle... I'd heard praise of Lu Xun's successes in strategy and tactics and mayhaps I'd caught a glance or two of him now and again but... never knew that was him. Bothering my uncle while he was holding council with his officers was a definite taboo.


The palaquin tilted at an angle slightly. I must be at the bridge that crossed the pond in the gardens. It was here at this pond that they walked among the banks and spoke of my future. 'oh well' I thought, I knew this day was soon in coming... I just, never thought it would be now. I thought about women in the city, how the ladies who were practiced in the martial arts would only marry a man who could beat them in combat, how those who knew not how to fight, would do other types of random draws like tossing a fancied ball and marrying the man who caught it... how sometimes, they married for love. Stupid notion for one such as I anyways... love... love comes after marriage.


Thoughts drifted in and out of my head, of love, marriage, peasant life... whatever... I barely heard when I was told to bow, get up, turn, bow, present tea... it was all practiced and mechanical. Before long I found myself sitting on a bed and I felt more than heard my new husband come to stand in front of me in the empty room. It felt like ages since the servants and ladies-in-waiting brought us to this room and shut the doors. Finally, he slowly lifted away the cloth; I blinked a bit as my eyes adjusted to the sudden onslaught of light and I looked, for the first time, at my husband's face.


"Hello, Ming Hua, as you've probably guessed, I'm Lu Xun." His face brightened as he smiled at me. "You look a lot like your mother." That last bit was said under his breath, like it was not really meant to have been said aloud. Nevertheless, he voiced it and I heard so I lifted my eyebrows in response.


My voice was barely even a whisper. "You knew my mother." It wasn't a question.


He looked startled for a brief moment then his features quickly adopted a somber look. "Sorry, I said that aloud didn't I? Yes, I knew your mother... and your father. I apologize for bringing them up."


Avoiding eye contact, I pulled the pins that attached the headdress to my hair then lifted it off my head and carefully set the jingling piece of gaudy jewellery down upon the small table by the bed. When I spoke, it was to my hands, still resting on the headpiece. "I barely remember them... I was around 3 or 4 when..." I trailed off.


He took both my hands in his, bringing them up so that he could press his lips to my knuckles. I blushed and my eyes widened as my breath caught from two things, his action was one and the other... I saw the barest hint of a dagger hidden up his sleeve. As he spoke, I could feel his lips moving on my fingers for he had not let drop my hands. "You've grown much since I had last spoken to you."


"L-last... spoken to me?" I stuttered, so very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to recall..." I trailed off for the second time that night as I squinted a bit and thought back. When I finally recalled where and when I might have spoken to Lu Xun before, I could not keep the astonished expression off my face. "AH! It was at the August 15th moon festival... I dropped my moon cake so you gave me yours... that was so many years ago."


He let out an amused laugh. "So you DO remember."


I pouted. "I'm not that little girl anymore." I'm not exactly sure what happened next. One minute I was sitting up and the next I was laying splayed atop the bed-covers, staring into his intent, deep-brown eyes. Like firewood, I thought, with a flame upon it so it's warming but hot and burning if you tread too deep into it.


"You know, the servants will be checking for blood on the bedsheets come morning. If there is none then they will talk. Have you grown enough from that little girl to be ready for something like this?" The statement held no trace of undertone that he may mean anything other than what he was outwardly saying. His question was also equally sincere, matched with warm eyes showing genuine concern. I knew what he was doing: giving me a small taste of the very surface of what was meant to happen tonight.


Almost whispering, I responded, "More than the mere banter of gossiping servants will worry me if there is no blood upon the sheets come morning." I swallowed. "They will dump me in the lake, tied inside a bamboo cage."


"You have avoided the question." He sat up, standing up from the bed, I felt the mattress lift as it was relieved of his weight. Abruptly, I righted myself on the bed, quickly grabbing his wrist; it suddenly hit me what he might be hiding the dagger for.


"It matters not if I am ready... I will not have you slicing open your own vein to put blood on the sheets and save me my virtue for a little longer." My eyes were wide open, my brow furrowed in disconcert, my lips and chin were quivering in a failed attempt at being brave.


Surprise again graced his attractive features. "And how would you have known that I would do such a thing had you refused."


"When you lifted my hands... I saw the glint of a dagger. If you had meant to kill me then you would have done so while I was distracted."


Smiling again, "Very observant, an excellent trait."


I raised a shaking hand to my collar and started undoing it, my eyes locked on his, never wavering as I stripped my body bare. We stayed like that a moment, just me sitting on the bed, nude as he stared down at my eyes. With shoulders shuddering at each breath taken and my undone hair tickling the small of my back, I finally had to look away, down at my legs as I kneeled askance on the bed.


He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder then raised my gaze to his with a few fingers beneath my chin. "I will try to be gentle, but if you wish for me to stop then I will." Then he leaned in and kissed those soft lips on mine and we fell back onto the bed.


When did he get his shirt off? I wondered as my bare breasts pressed against his equally bare chest. A hand cupped my cheek, caressing the skin there before wandering to lace fingers in the hair above my neck. With that hand he guided my head to a sideways position as he pushed his tongue past my lips. I opened my mouth to let him in and our tongues danced in a fervor.


His other hand trailed down my back like he was memorizing the curve by feeling it. I let out something between a gasp and a squeal when he reached my rear and arched upwards to get away from his hand.


"Shh... relax." He put his hand back and just rubbed it softly as I evened my breathing and melted into his soft embrace. The hand on my head brushed back hair from my face then moved around to caress the small of my back. A knee came between my legs to spread them apart, that he was still wearing his pants was a passing thought. His hand rubbed up and down the inside of my thigh before laying his fingers upon the quivering apex between my thighs. I had a sharp intake of breath before I started panting in anticipation. He pressed a thumb to the small nub and I reflexively gripped his shoulders. When he started rubbing it I could keep quiet no longer. I moaned at the new sensation and buried my face in his collarbone. He kissed me in the temple and continued his ministrations while his other hand strayed upwards to the back of my neck to keep me against him.


"You're getting very wet." I made a sound of embarrassment and felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I turned away slightly to bury myself deeper between his neck and collar. His middle finger ghosted up and down my opening before slowly plunging in. A whine passed my lips as he inserted his finger deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. It was an altogether indescribable sensation that felt both unpleasant and very good all at once. He curled his finger and syphoned it in and out, prodding and invading me.


I threw my head back as I shifted an arm to wrap around his broader shoulders to press myself tighter against him. He brought his head around to lave at my now exposed neck, grazing teeth ever so slightly against my skin.


"Why do you close your legs?" It wasn't until he mentioned it that I realized my legs were slowly drawing together and I finally noticed that my thighs were cinching against the sides of his hand. I took a deep breath and spread my legs as wide open as I could with him still straddling me.


His fingers continued their deft playing as my cries crossed somewhere between sobbing gasping. Then I felt another finger toying with the edge of my opening. "Two fingers would break you open, are you absolutely sure about this?"


Once again I found myself staring into those eyes of his, they seemed to pierce my soul and when I spoke, my voice was laden with longing. "Do it." He started pressing his fingers in, there was a sense of stretching... so much stretching. It was so painful and it seemed to go on for hours. I sighed in relief when he removed them, naively thinking that that was it but, when he placed them back at my entrance, I realized that before, he had barely even gotten his fingertips inside me. "Stop." I managed to wheeze the word out between convulsing breaths.


Lu Xun... so controlled... he stopped right then and there. Carefully lifting himself up to support his weight on both his elbows, he peered at me. My eyes were heavy lidded and my breasts rose and fell with each intake of air. Flushed a pale shade of pink, my body trembled ever so slightly.


"Very well then." A kiss on my forehead. "You did well." He turned his head away and started to get up.


I quickly brought my hand up to cup his face. "No..." I gasped. "Keep going... I'm sorry..." My eyes fluttered then closed. "Please..."


He appeared to be just taking in the sight of me at that point. This lasted several moments and perhaps that was also when he took notice of the resolve in my eyes. Many other women had been in my place before and yet many more will be long after tonight is over. If they could do it then so could I... after all... many of them have had to endure very harsh and demanding men that would not pay half as much heed to their feelings as Lu Xun is doing for me.


"Alright then." He leaned back down and kissed me, hard, then speared me through with 2 fingers quickly. I felt like I'd been split apart. Nimble fingers harassed my torn opening as his mouth ate up my wails of torment. I writhed beneath him and he gripped his other hand into my head and hair to keep his mouth fixed on mine.


It seemed like an eternity before the pain started to subside and my body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He stroked his fingers in a soothing way through my hair then kissed the corner of my mouth and his breath tickled my ear as he spoke. "Good girl."


I lay there, my mind and body already forgetting that agonizing experience. The actual deed can't possibly hurt more than that, can it? How wrong I was... I always knew a woman's first time would be excruciatingly painful because, after all, blood was expected to be on the sheets.


"Ming Hua, listen to me. This next... know that, once I start, I will not stop, even if you ask. You are certain about this?"


I was getting very frustrated, more from wanting to get this over with before I lost what little nerve I had, than from anything else. "That's 3 times that you've questioned my resolve. Please... you have no idea how much temerity it took me to last this long... complete the act before I completely lose to gall to." Almost in tears, my body shuddered with surfacing sobs.


I faintly noticed that he sat back to fumble with the tie that cinched his pants around his waist as I turned my head away and squeezed shut my eyes. Before long I heard the whisper of silk as it pooled on the floor next to the bed. When I looked back, he was on hands and knees above me. I chanced a glance downwards and blanched.


Until now, the only familiarity I had with the male anatomy were the limited times I had helped my Aunt bathe her children. Of course, I knew that as little boys grow older, they also grow bigger, like how little girls get bigger as well but I wasn't prepared for just how much bigger a grown man, in a state of arousal, could be.


As I shuffled back, he gripped thighs to keep me from getting away. "Calm down."


I breathed. "H- how is that... supposed to fit..." Trailing off again, I swallowed.


He moved back into a kneeling position and pulled me in closer to him, lifting my legs to rest upon his, then he leaned in to murmur, "That's why I stretched you earlier." My voice cracked and I suddenly could not form words. "Shh, shh... I already said I'd try to be gentle."


Nodding my head I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He was right there, brushing slightly against my opening with each rise and fall of my chest. Pressure... that word was the only real, comprehensive thought when he started. I feel so much pressure... He was pushing through an opening that was yet to small to accommodate him and I whimpered as tears were squeezed out from beneath my clenched lids. Reflexively, I tried to move away but his hands briskly caught my hips to hold me still.


"Don't be so tense... if you let lax your body, this will be much easier and less painful."
I did as he instructed and found that it was true, if I lay limp then it offered up less resistance. I still agonized but it was less than before. When he finally burst through, I yelped in both surprise and pain. My arms flew up to wrap around his body and my legs bent to try and arch away from him, but he held fast. I clutched myself tight to him, trying to cancel out the anguish I felt by concentrating on the feel of his skin beneath my arms, the muscles shifting on his back, my breasts against his chest.


He ran his hands up my sides, stopping to stroke his thumbs against the swell of my breasts, then advancing on to smooth up my arms. He gripped my wrists and pushed them back down onto the bed. Fingers slipped up my palms to interlace in mine then he pulled my arms apart, as wide as they would go while slowly gliding himself deeper into me.


I gasped at the feeling. My walls were molding around him and I adjusted mentally and physically to the feel of him inside. So full... I shuddered and panted, let out small pained sounds... weeping as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. Slowly, he withdrew and pushed in again, repeating the motion over and over again. He was so deep inside.


My legs crooked up and I gave myself up to the moment and pain continued to wash over me, thin as the ocean's beach-shore but still ever present. Time stretched out and I lost track of it. In that spell of time, nothing else existed... he was the only solid and tangible object in my world and the only thing I felt was the physical hurt of being spread wide open with the coaxing, teasing, underlying line of pleasure.


Then release...


He moaned in contentment as I gave a sigh of relief. We both lay there, breathing hard, unmoving. When I, at last, opened my eyes, I saw that he was gazing at me. He pulled out and my stomach dropped a bit at the feeling. It was like I was suddenly empty and my body longed for the swell of him within it again. I shuffled out from under him turned away and onto my side, trying to take a fetal position but found that it took much more effort than I thought. It hurt to close my legs as I gingerly curled them up slightly.


My husband reached around to grasp at the arm I was laying on and used it as leverage to flip towards him. I lolled my head back and my eyes wandered up to his. Fingers steadily soothed up and down my spine in a comforting gesture. Then, I closed my eyes and my chin dipped down to my collar again, growing complacent. In his warm embrace, the length of my body pressing to the length of his, I cried myself to sleep.

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more cultural notes:


In Chinese weddings both the bride and the groom wear red (Chinese lucky colour) and gold (wealth), and a traditional wedding really is basically 'present tea to your new mother and father in law and they will give their blessing'. The veil really is opaque, the bride doesn't see anything... argh! How about let's just say 'trust me' on the wedding kk? There's a picture of Sun Shang Xiang in her wedding dress in the DW 5 artbook, you can find it on Yueying dot net and keep in mind that like how every bride has the a different designed dress or veil in Caucasian weddings, so it is the same with dresses and headresses in Chinese weddings.


August 15th is the time of the year when the moon is the biggest in the sky (modern science tells us that this is the date when the moon is closest to the earth in its orbit around us) the Chinese celebrate this time with moon cake (I personally don't like this stuff but if you want to try it then you could probably find some in the asian section of a grocery store around that time) and that date is a big festival.


Blood on the bedsheets, consummate the marriage, make sure she's a virgin blah blah blah... anyways, in China if there is 'no blood' then the girl would be tied up, placed in a wooden cage and dumped in a lake. Incense would be lit and when it burns out, the cage would be roped back in. This was the usual form of punishment for women accused of anything in general.
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