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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Anya_Lensherr/Xavi_Nemarani
  Character:
      Anya_Lehnsherr, Xavi_Nemarani
  Additional Tags:
      Wedding_Night, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 25 of It's_Weird_When_Shaw_Is_Nice
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-22 Words: 816
****** A Night in White Silk ******
by Not_You
Summary
     Anya and Xavi's wedding night.
The wedding ceremony is just as long as the betrothal one was, and this time
she doesn't have a firewine sweet to take the edge off. Still, she has Xavi,
and glances over at him shyly every few minutes as the priests intone the
hundred sacred songs that must be sung over the marrying couple. Xavi is so
beautiful she can hardly stand it, and she tries not to shiver. Xavi is staying
perfectly still, dressed in purest white. He even has bright white paint over
his streaks, following the natural pattern exactly. His eyes are lined with the
same stuff, and look luminous and bright. Finally, finally the ceremony is over
and they can go straight to their chamber, because that's how it's done in the
Imperium. The consummation is supposed to happen while the guests feast, a tray
prepared in advance for bride and groom and left beside the bed.
When the door shuts behind them, Xavi blushes, making his white paint stand out
all the more. Anya smiles at him, just as shy. Mother has told her everything
she needs to know, but putting it into practice is daunting enough that she
doesn't mind when Xavi just kisses her cheek and pours her some wine. The tray
is covered in dainty Imperium foods meant to be eaten with their fingers, and
she blushes worse than ever before, offering Xavi a slick sliver of peeled
peach. He blushes and eats it from her hand. Just Xavi's breath on her knuckles
is enough to make her shudder, and then he licks the juice from her fingertips
and she can't help a little whimpering noise.
"Xavi…"
"You're pink. I like that you're pink."
Anya laughs. "My aura or my skin, my lord?"
"Both, my lady."
"I do feel pink," Anya says softly, and gets up to move to the bed. Xavi
follows. Imperium wedding clothes are flowing and easy to get out of, and they
help each other, draping the white silk over the backs of chairs. Xavi is
delicate and fine-boned, with milky-white skin and little pink nipples that she
wants to taste. He's also completely hard, moisture beading at the tip of his
cock. Anya is glad to see that he's not too big, and shyly touches the center
of his hairless chest. "May I?"
"Anything," Xavi whispers, and Anya leans in and kisses him, deeply and slow
and curious. They've kissed before, but they've never had a chance to really
explore, and it's all she can do to tear herself away and press a kiss over his
heart before nuzzling all that smooth skin and taking one pebbled little nipple
into her mouth. Xavi whines, hips bucking. "Oh, Anya…"
"You like that?"
"Yes."
She pushes Xavi back onto the snow white bedding, sucking and nibbling as he
writhes under her, breathlessly telling her all about the rainbow of colors
their desire shows him. He lets Anya do whatever she wants with him, pliant and
docile. She arranges his arms over his head and spreads his legs to explore him
and Xavi just moans and whimpers softly. At last Anya bites his inner thigh and
rises over him, straddling his hips. She's definitely wet enough now for it not
to hurt, and shivers, biting her lip.
"May I, my lord?" She strokes herself along the length of his cock, and Xavi
whimpers.
"Please!"
Anya giggles breathlessly, and sinks down onto him. She has run her own
experiments with fingers and small candles, and gasps as Xavi slides home. They
fit perfectly, and she gasps, rocking on him and guiding his hands to her
breasts.
Anya has to rub her clit to come, but she does at the same time as Xavi and
it's better than touching herself has ever been. It's all she can do not to
scream, because it would be loud enough to bring her father in here with sword
in hand. As it is she sucks in a deep breath and clenches her teeth, coming in
silence while Xavi lets out a breathless, birdlike little cry, clutching at her
hips. Anya shudders and finally leans down to kiss him again. They kiss for a
long time, deep and light, slowly and more quickly, long kisses on the mouth
and little ones all over each other's faces, because now no one will stop them,
and they have nothing else to do for days.
Anya has actually forgotten that she's taking sky fennel until Xavi pulls away
from a deep kiss and murmurs, "You taste like fennel."
Anya blushes. "Do you mind? Mother insisted."
"I want you to myself for a while," Xavi says, and smiles up at her. "I don't
mind at all. The fennel says it likes you and will serve you for years if you
like."
"It does?"
"I wouldn't lie to my bride," Xavi says, and kisses her again.
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