❤Mileena missed you❤

Fenrir's steps were measured as he moved through the palace halls, though his thoughts were anything but.

Barong's words lingered like a shadow at his shoulder, or in the spymaster’s case, a crow. The game. Hidden eyes and smiling faces concealing sharpened knives were testing him.

The old spymaster had given him much to consider. Nobles, merchants, generals, old houses, and people he had barely noticed until now were watching him. Judging him. Measuring him. For the first time since becoming emperor, Fenrir truly understood that defeating Shao Kahn had only been the beginning.

He exhaled quietly. More than ever, he would need the support of his queens. And right now, there was one queen he wished to see.

Mileena.

Ironically, he never reached her door. The moment he stepped into her wing of the palace, a hand seized the front of his tunic and yanked him sideways.

The door slammed shut behind him. Fenrir blinked. "Mileena—" She was already there. Close, far too close. The scent of her perfume mixed with her natural beauty intoxicated him; it was the most beautiful sight and smell to have.

For a brief moment, she simply stared at him. As if reassuring herself, he was real. Then she smiled. That sharp, dangerous smile she wore whenever she intended trouble. "Took you long enough."

Fenrir laughed. "I arrived less than an hour ago."

"An hour too long." Her voice carried its usual confidence, but something beneath it felt strained. ****.

Most people would never have noticed, but Fenrir did. Before he could question it, Mileena stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. The embrace was immediate. Possessive, almost fierce in nature. And yet...There was something fragile hidden beneath it. Something she was trying very hard to conceal. The threads on them fell to the ground just as smoothly; a swift and soft caress accompanied that action. Mileena’s naked body was perfection, slim yet toned in all the right places. Her hips are a perfect complement to her figure, and her breasts are made of the softness of skin. She was her sister’s twin without a doubt, but while Kitana’s regal poise carried her allure, Mileena’s allure was carried by her unspoken softness.

It was in the way that she presented herself to the outsiders that the lie beneath it all was. She could be passionate, she could be feisty in bed, but the best way to describe Mileena in this situation was longingness, a tender search for that love she so desperately desired.

"I missed you," she murmured. The words were quiet, honest. Far more honest than she usually allowed herself to be.

Fenrir's expression softened. "I missed you too, Mili." He answered, the tender nickname carrying an affectionate and sensitive weight that words could not describe. It was a show of how Fenrir saw her, despite her hard and teasing exterior, Mileena had a heart. One that was alone, it longed for these moments. For that someone to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right, that she wasn’t a mistake. She wasn’t a monster. And little did the lover know, but this time. She needed to hear it the most.

The nickname immediately earned him a snort. "You know I hate it when you call me late at night."

"Really?" he said with a teasing grin.

"You have no idea how much." Fenrir laughed; Mileena found herself smiling despite everything.

Gods, she hated that. No matter how miserable she felt, somehow, he always managed to drag a smile out of her. It wasn't fair.

Nothing about him was fair. Because if he had been cruel... If he had been selfish...If he had been anything less than who he was...This would have been easier.

Instead, he was kind. Patient. Gentle…lovingly. And that only made everything hurt more.

She pulled him toward the bed before he could continue thinking, or worse, talking.

“What? No foreplay?” Fenrir jested with a smile. “No dramatic speech about how much you’ve suffered without me?”

Mileena grinned for a moment; it came naturally to her that fool could make her smile even when she felt dispirited. Yet she quickly hid that grin, returning to that austere expression she had carried with her this day. She had one objective in mind, and it was to feel him again inside her, for him to touch her. She didn’t want to waste any more time…she didn’t want to speak. Just act. That’s what she told herself, yet it was hard for her to deny herself of answering his words. She loved him too much for her to treat him like this, as just a body to give her pleasure. He wasn’t that- not even close- but she needed to forget…forget about what she learned.

She placed herself above him, aligning her entrance to his girth. “Shut up. I need you.” She said to him with a peck on the lips, for a moment, once again she grinned at him. She couldn’t help herself in that moment; she needed to kiss him with that love she was carrying, to allow him to see how he made her smile…how he made her feel.

Yet the need, the heat, the stress was too much. And it needed to be dealt with.

Mileena lowered herself on him, fully engulfing him inside of her, her walls re-adjusting themselves to his size and length. She moaned softly as she took him fully, biting her finger softly. He felt perfect; he was perfect.

And while she didn’t accept, so was she.

Fenrir knew that, and he showed her in that moment. He placed his hand on her cheek, moving her hair softly aside to see her beautiful face. She caressed her tenderly. Mileena placed both her hands on top of his in that moment. It was a silent request; she wanted to tell him…for him to know what she discovered. Yet she was afraid, afraid of what it meant…of what she was. Of what she would be seen as from now on.

“You are beautiful, Mili.” He said quietly, it was genuine. Mileena knew that. She tried to keep her tears inside; he was too much. She didn’t deserve him; he needed something better.

“You are perfect, Fen.” She only whispered; in that moment, she began to move.

It didn’t take long for her to get into a steady and delectable rhythm for both of them. At first, she moved, swaying her hips as she made sure her juices warmed him. Then, when she felt comfortable, and she was perfect for him, she moved faster, deeper and stronger. Bouncing up and down the full length of his manhood, taking it all in. Whenever it slipped, she put it back in. Making sure the moment never ended. The gods knew she wanted it to be eternal, for every day and night to be like this. Only he and she, making each other feel good…making each other feel loved.

Minutes passed; by then, they were a sweaty mess. The lovemaking session was pure bliss; the sound of their voices, liberating the guttural pleasure emanating from inside of them, echoing through the room. The slap of her hips on his thighs lingered with each pump; it was a soothing sound for their ears. The room was theirs and only theirs, their moment. Their haven.

Mileena felt it; she was close for a second time. This time she wouldn’t come undone alone; he was also close. She closed the distance to their faces, kissing him with pure passion while she continued her movement. “Do it. I want to feel you claim me.” She whispered sultry, almost quivering, trying to hold for a few more seconds just for him.

“Together?” He asked, holding her face closer. The words were a soothing, intoxicating flavour to the now queen's ears.

“…Always.” She said genuine. It came from the soul; as much as she tried, she couldn’t deny herself. He was the one.

A few moments later, it ended. A perfect explosion of passion was delivered by both of them as they exploded in raw pleasure. Fenrir released a wave inside of her as they moaned together. Their make-out session muffled the raw sounds that escaped them as they came undone.

When the moment finally passed, it left them both spent and quiet, the room warm with lingering heat and the soft hush of stolen peace.
Fenrir lay back against the bed with a low, satisfied exhale, one arm draped loosely across his forehead. “Gods,” he muttered after a moment, half laughing to himself. “Still unbelievable.”

Beside him, Mileena was silent. Too silent.

He turned his head slightly. She had rolled away onto her side, one arm wrapped over her shoulders, her back turned to him. It was not an angry posture. Not exactly.

It was a protective one.

Fenrir's expression changed at once. He shifted closer, lowering his voice. “Mili?” No response came his way. His brows knit faintly. “Did I hurt you?”

Mileena’s shoulders tensed, then eased. “No,” she said at last. “You did not…you never do.”

Her voice was steady enough to pass for normal, but Fenrir could hear the strain underneath it. The effort it took to keep it that way. He moved again, more carefully this time, until his hand rested lightly over hers where it was curled near her shoulder. “Then what is it?”

Still nothing.

Fenrir let the silence remain a moment longer, then spoke more softly, his tone turning careful and warm. “I do not know what happened before I came in, but if you want to tell me, I will listen.” He paused. “And if you do not want to, I will still stay.”

Mileena remained facing away. Fenrir's thumb brushed once against her hand.

“I mean that.” He hesitated, then added, quieter still, “I love you, Mili.”

That finally broke something. Not all at once…Just enough.

A tear slipped silently down her cheek, though she tilted her face slightly to hide it before he could see. He did not notice the tear itself, but he did notice the way her breathing changed. The way her hand tightened around his.

Her reply came out small and rough. “I know.” The words were barely there. But they were real.

Fenrir's heart twisted. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder, then rested there for a moment without asking anything else.

Mileena’s gaze drifted then, slowly, almost unwillingly. Toward the far corner of the room…Towards the open cylinder lying on the floor where it had been left behind.

Unlocked.