Shanghai Blues

NSFW/S alert!!! Or maybe not...you be the judge! There's nothing grey on it, just a bit of red and shades of pink in between...really.

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He’s dying for a cigarette. He was trying hard to kick the habit, but it’s so difficult when you’re in the middle of filming in the frigid winter of Shanghai surrounded by strangers, away from family and friends.

Fans are everywhere, and he’s certain they’re having a snapping spree of his smoking like they do whenever he goes in and out their hotel or wherever he goes in that matter. He doesn’t care. Hell, he’s not a saint! But he’s not forgetting his responsibilities either. He’s just hoping that fans would be more considerate and forgiving. He studied the glowing tip of the cigarette for a moment before he took the last drag and tossed it into the bin.

He’s not so keen on the attention he’s getting, but it’s a price he has to contend with. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on his script. Learning to read and speak in Mandarin is such a pain, and he’s thankful for his translator’s patience and understanding. The other actors and crew were also a great help, making the filming an enjoyable, albeit a challenging task.

He peered into his phone and smiled when he saw her message. Hiding behind a staff and shielded by an umbrella, he checked it more carefully and grinned when her face filled his phone screen, along with a provocative caption: “Guess where I am”. He looked around him and caught Bang’s smirk. He just smiled widely and keyed in a quick reply. He’s going to call her once they’re back in the hotel.

It was way past midnight when they packed up. He rubbed his nape, where a dull ache started to gather. He's almost dragging his feet in exhaustion.

He entered his hotel room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a form huddled in his bed. There’s no way he could be in a different room! He thought with alarm and eyed grimly at the unmistakable human shape, covered in a duvet.

He gritted his teeth as he contacted the reception. This is the first lapse in security and he’s not taking it lightly!

“Hi. Its room 888, I need you to…” the figure stirred and turned facing him.

His eyes widened in shock when he realized who it was.

“Yes?” the receptionist was asking.

“Sorry, never mind.” He stared incredulously at Min Young’s face as he replaced the receiver.

What is she doing here? When did she come? How did she enter?  There were so many questions racing through his head. But first things first…

He sat beside her and tugged down the blanket. He lifted a brow when she tried to pull it back without opening her eyes.

His heart gave a humming sound when he saw the skin exposed by her skirt that had ridden up her thighs. He slid his cold hand along her calf and had the pleasure of looking deep into her eyes when they sprung open.

The lazy smile, coupled with the sexy sleepy eyes plunged him straight to sensual turmoil. He brushed her tousled hair away from her face, reassuring himself that she's not just an illusion.

“Finally,” she squinted at the clock on the nightstand. It's 12:25 am. “I’ve waited for ages.” She let her fingers slide on his cheek, and cupped his face with both hands, looking at him searchingly. 

“You should have called you’re coming.”

“Then it would not be a surprise after all.” She tried to sit up but found herself pinned underneath him.

“I should call security,” he skimmed her thighs with his fingers. “I don’t know how you got in,” he murmured, nibbling lightly at her neck. “But this is the best surprise I ever had.” He trailed a necklace of kisses on the peaches-and-cream swath of a skin just above her breasts.

The tension built for hours of waiting made her quiver as his hands took their sensuous journey on her body; demanding for a release. She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and tried to kiss him. But he leaned down, capturing her wrists and shackled them above her head. 

He lingered, teasing her with agonizingly slow kisses. She tossed her head helplessly from side to side, arching her body in total surrender. She groaned, now captivated in the intoxicating heat of desire. Her blood turned to liquid fire, ready to implode any time. 

She caught her breath when she felt those wicked fingers fluttered near the junction of her legs. He let his fingers cruise to her waist instead, and up to her chest; fleeting touches that were meant to soothe and make her wild. He smiled on her scented skin when she made a guttural sound, more like a cry.

He undid the buttons of her long-sleeve blouse so slowly that she wanted to rip it off herself. He reached out behind her, flicking deftly at the snap of her bra. She shivered at the gust of cold air. He was looking at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, and she fought the urge to cover herself. 

He kissed her with open mouth as he slithered down her body; his fingers never ceased playing, stroking until she's almost sobbing in desperation. Sensations after sensations swept her as she let herself danced under his spell.

He felt his control slipped down a notch as he took the eroticism of it all; her flushed bare skin writhing wantonly against his fully clothed frame. He ruthlessly clamped down  on his own raging need as he gave, never taking anything in return. 

Her eyes had gone opaque when she crested over that first wave, gripping tightly at the bed sheets. He did not stop. He just reeled her in, and drove her back again...and again to that voluptuous web.

She lay sprawled across the bed, deliciously spent; totally ravaged that she could not move. He regarded her steadily as he undressed unhurriedly under her heavy-lidded gaze.

His hungry mouth found hers when he finally slid into her, nudging and pushing her one last time to the edge. And this time, when she had the fall, she was not alone. But it was more of flying as they soared together to  the blissful horizon and beyond.