Queen [Part 3 - Reminiscence]

Her Majesty, the Queen-Imperial Im Nayeon was always the most beautiful after sex. This time, she lay next to you, her eyes half-lidded from the sleep that threatened to consume her, yet her lips were stretched in a content smile. You locked eyes with her, and she leaned in to kiss you on the lips, her kiss full of passion and adoration. You kissed her back with the same level of passion and love, and Nayeon proceeds to snuggle closer to you, burying her head into your chest. “Thank you,” was all you heard, before her soft rhythmic breathing signalled to you that Im Nayeon had fallen asleep in your arms, just like old times.

Flashes of times past appear in front of your eyes as you move to hold her body. One arm slid with practiced ease over her arms and around her back, as the other moved to cushion her head, providing a makeshift pillow. You knew she always loved to cuddle after sex, and even after all this time, you hadn’t forgotten. Neither would you ever forget anything that pertained to her.

The last time you were in this position, both of you were in your younger years. Nayeon was the then Princess-Imperial, youthful, naïve, bright, joyful… and she was your lover. Just as much as you were hers.

———-

“Her Highness requests your presence in her dressing room.”

You look up from the book you were deeply immersed in, thanking the palace maid for her efforts. You proceed to make your way to the Princess, wondering what she had in store for you this time. Usually when she called, it meant she had some new outfit to show off to you, and you were excited for it. Your girlfriend was perfect from top to toe, and any look she donned was guaranteed to beat even the best models or celebrities.

“Your Highness, I am here.”

“Yah, idiot. When it’s just you and me, it’s just Nayeon. I’ve had enough with all the pomp and circumstance, and the least I want is when it comes from you! Come in!”

When you enter the room, Nayeon is clad in a long flowing white dress, the skirt of the dress splayed out in a perfect circle as she sat on the ground, looking up at you. Her hair, ending at her shoulder, was parted in the centre, ending in soft curls. Her beautiful eyes looked up at yours and her lips parted to reveal glimpes of your favourite bunny teeth, an expression of hope on her beautiful features. To top the entire look off, she had a flower crown placed above her temple, completing the entire look.

An angel on Earth, that’s what she was to you. Your heart races, jaw dropping, and you can feel the heat rush to your face as you take in the visual of your lover.

Nayeon rises, moving towards you. The dress makes her look like she is floating, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like in ten years, when she was in her wedding dress, walking down the aisle to marry you. You just stare at her, and her soft smile towards you keeps you frozen.

“Hi.” Nayeon clasps her hands together, shyly looking at the ground. “How do I look?”

You take her hands in yours, stepping closer. You admire the sheer material covering her neck, shoulders, arms, and the gloves that cover her large hands. You lock eyes with her, and in a burst of courage, you tell her, “You look like someone I want to marry right now.”

Nayeon’s reply is simple. “Kiss me.”

———–

That afternoon had ended in the both of you making out, then you stripping her of that dress and making love to her late into the evening. Now, years later, you were lying in the exact same positions as you were years ago, after partaking in the same activity. However, the situations then and now were drastically different. Your dynamics had changed, and yet had stayed the same.

Just for tonight, you let sleep take you as you held the woman you still loved in your arms.