Mrs. and Mrs. Kwong

The wedding festivities had finally come to an end, leaving only the quiet hum of the city as the backdrop to Lingling and Orm's first night as newlyweds. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their penthouse.

Orm stood by the window, still clad in her intricate gown, the delicate lace catching the light. Her fingers brushed absentmindedly over the fabric, but her gaze was distant, her mind replaying the events of the day. Lingling leaned casually against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on her wife with a soft, amused smile.

"You know," Lingling said, her voice low and teasing, "you're breathtaking. But I think I'm ready to see you out of that dress."

Orm turned slowly, her lips curving into a smirk. "Are you now?"

Orm stepped forward, but before she could close the distance, Lingling took charge, meeting her halfway. Her hands slid up Orm's arms and rested lightly on her shoulders. "You've had me all day," Lingling murmured, her voice softer, more intimate than usual. "But tonight, you're mine."

Orm's breath hitched slightly, a playful retort dying on her lips as Lingling leaned in, capturing them in a kiss. The tenderness of it quickly deepened into something more. Orm's fingers tangled in Lingling's hair, pulling her closer as her other hand traced the line of her jaw with deliberate care. Lingling's hands found Orm's waist, but her movements were tentative, almost hesitant—until Lingling's lips moved to her neck, pressing kisses that made Orm shiver.

Guiding Orm toward the bed, Lingling's icy exterior melted away entirely, replaced by a devotion so raw and unrestrained that it left Orm breathless. "I want you to feel just how much I love you," Lingling whispered between kisses, her voice husky and trembling with emotion.

Orm let out a soft laugh, her breath uneven as she was gently laid back against the cool sheets. "I already do, Ling."

"Not enough," Lingling murmured, her lips brushing against Orm's ear. "Not nearly enough."

Every touch, every movement from Lingling was slow and deliberate, as though she was memorizing the moment. Her hands roamed gently but confidently, lingering on every curve and angle of Orm's body. The room was filled with the sound of whispered "I love yous," soft breaths, and the occasional laugh as they let go of every restraint, surrendering fully to each other.

Lingling's hands clutched the fabric of Orm's dress as it slipped from her shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut as Lingling's kisses moved lower, her devotion palpable in every movement. "Ling..." Orm breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but it was all Lingling needed to hear.

"I'm here," Lingling whispered, her tone softer than Orm had ever heard it. "Always."

Time seemed to blur as they gave themselves to the moment, their love and connection tangible in every glance, every touch. By the time they lay tangled together in the aftermath, the city lights spilling across their intertwined forms, Lingling's fingers were still tracing slow, lazy patterns along Orm's back.

"I think you've ruined me," Orm teased, her voice drowsy and filled with affection.

Lingling smirked, pressing a kiss to Orm's temple. "Good. You belong to me now."

Orm laughed softly, turning to look at her wife. "I always have, Ling. I always have."

Lingling tightened her hold on Orm, her usual composure softened by the quiet glow of love and contentment. As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, there was no doubt in either of their minds: this was forever.

The soft morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. Lingling stirred first, her hand instinctively reaching out to Orm, who was still fast asleep beside her. Lingering in the warmth of the moment, Lingling studied her wife's peaceful expression, a rare softness gracing her sharp features.

Orm's eyes fluttered open, and she grinned lazily. "Good morning, Mrs. Kwong."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Technically, it's Mrs. Sethratanapong-Kwong."

Orm chuckled, pulling her closer. "You know I'm just going to call you mine, right?"

Lingling smirked, wrapping her arms around Orm's neck. "You'd better."

The two lay in bed for a while longer, exchanging soft kisses and playful banter until the responsibilities of the day began to call. But even as Lingling got up to face her usual routine, the glow of the previous night lingered.

Lingling arrived at her office, impeccably dressed as always, her usual air of authority in place. But there was something different about her—a lightness that hadn't been there before.

Freen noticed immediately. She leaned against Lingling's desk, her trademark smirk firmly in place. "You're glowing, Ling. Did Orm sprinkle fairy dust on you last night?"

Lingling rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked into a faint smile. "No, Freen. It's called happiness. You should try it sometime."

Freen placed a hand over her heart, mock-serious. "Happiness looks good on you. Weird, but good."

Lingling glanced at her schedule, trying to suppress the grin threatening to break free. "Don't you have work to do?"

Freen shrugged. "Nothing as important as this. But fine. Just let me know when you're ready to gush about your honeymoon plans."

Lingling returned to the penthouse that evening. The space was bathed in the warm hues of the city's lights, casting a cozy ambiance over their home. Orm was lounging on the couch, her legs draped lazily over the armrest, scrolling through her phone with a relaxed air.

Hearing the door, Orm glanced up, her lips curving into a soft smile. "You're home," she said, setting her phone aside. "How was work, Mrs. Kwong?"

Lingling placed her bag on the counter and crossed the room, her expression carrying a playful edge. She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against Orm's lips. "Work was fine," she murmured, her voice low and deliberate. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Orm's grin widened as she grabbed Lingling's hand and pulled her into her lap. "Sounds like someone's becoming insatiable."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning. "Maybe I am." Her voice was smooth, confident, but there was a glimmer in her eyes that betrayed the deeper yearning she felt.

Orm tilted her head, her grin teasing. "What am I going to do with you?"

Lingling didn't respond with words. Instead, her hands slid up Orm's arms, her fingers tracing deliberate paths across her skin. She leaned in, her lips brushing along Orm's jawline before settling against her ear. "You could start by letting me take care of you," she whispered, her breath warm and soft against Orm's skin.

Orm let out a shaky laugh, the teasing edge in her voice faltering. "I think you're redefining 'taking care.'"

"Good," Lingling replied, her lips capturing Orm's in a kiss that was slow but deliberate, the intensity growing with each passing second. Her hands moved to cradle Orm's face, her thumb brushing over her cheek as if to anchor the moment.

Orm leaned back slightly, her breath catching as Lingling's kisses trailed down her neck, leaving a warm, lingering heat in their wake. "You're unbelievable," Orm murmured, though the words came out more as a breathless sigh.

Lingling pulled back for a moment, her smirk softening into something more genuine as she met Orm's gaze. "Unbelievable enough to keep you coming back?" she teased, her voice carrying a playful challenge.

Orm didn't answer with words this time. Instead, she tugged Lingling closer, her fingers slipping into the fabric of her blazer and sliding it off her shoulders. The two of them became a tangle of limbs and laughter, their usual banter melting into something quieter, more tender.

As the world outside faded away, the only sounds in the room were soft whispers, quiet gasps, and the occasional chuckle as Lingling's meticulous nature gave way to instinct and adoration. Every movement was a testament to how deeply she felt, her actions speaking volumes that words could never capture.

Later, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Orm ran her fingers lazily through Lingling's hair, her heart still racing. "You've really become insatiable, haven't you?" Orm teased, her tone light but filled with affection.

Lingling smirked, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Orm's collarbone. "Can you blame me?"

Orm laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Lingling's head. "Not one bit."

The city lights twinkled outside the penthouse window as the two of them curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over their legs. Lingling held a glass of wine, her head resting on Orm's shoulder.

"I still can't believe it happened," Lingling said quietly. "We're married."

Orm smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "It feels like the easiest decision I've ever made."

Lingling looked up at her, her eyes shimmering. "You're everything I ever wanted."

Orm cupped Lingling's cheek, leaning in for a kiss that was slow and full of love. "And you're everything I never knew I needed."

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging soft kisses and murmured "I love yous," their hearts full and their future bright.

Outside, the city buzzed with life, but within the walls of their home, it was just the two of them, beginning their forever as Mrs. and Mrs. Kwong.