Min Young woke up some time before dawn. She could feel the warm breath fanning the back of her neck, and smiled as she slid her hand on the arm clasping her waist. Which is a good thing, otherwise she could have ended on the floor.
He did not move a muscle when she turned around to face him. She brushed his hair away from his forehead and let her fingers slide gently along his cheek.
Her eyes clouded with deep emotion as she stared at the planes and angles of his face. Then it cleared, a fierce determination flashing over her face.
She had her brush with controversies before and that was because she had chosen to be honest; she thought people would love and accept her no matter what. But her naivety cost her dearly, a mistake she vowed would never happen again. So much for being true and honest, she mused now without the bitterness she used to feel. And it was nasty. They were nasty. She would not want that to happen to him, to them.
True, they have reached the level where no one can touch them, but there is still this doubt niggling at the deepest recesses of her thought – too small to let it affect them, but strong enough to destroy whatever they’ve kept and protected up to this point if they are not careful. Trust, he said. Trust and love will see them through.
“Like what you see?” his hand caught hers and kissed her palm without opening his eyes.
“No. I’m wondering why I'm letting someone take all the space in my bed, my bed…” she teased, pushing her fear and dark thoughts aside.
“It’s not my fault your bed is cramped.” He shrugged as he squinted at the spacious queen size bed.
He peered at the clock on the night stand and it read 5. “It’s too early,” he grumbled. He nuzzled her neck, and sneaked a hand underneath the blanket.
“Hey, don’t get any ideas.” She touched the center of his forehead with her index finger and managed to slip out from his grasp, but found herself entangled with the bed sheet.
He simply pulled her down and flipped her beneath him. He trailed lazy kisses along the column of her neck up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Too late, you woke me up so you got to pay.”
She shivered and groaned a weak protest as he kneed her legs apart and sunk into her, the blanket bunched between their heated flesh. He traced her mouth with his tongue and nibbled. Softly at first, then with varying degrees until the delicious warmth spread down to her toes.
“We have to stop. We –" she gasped as he caressed her through the fabric. He skimmed the curves and hollows with the flat of his hands. He capped, molded, kneaded. Gently and roughly, maddening her and leaving her frantic for more. The merciless friction and alternating sensation sent her to a mass of quivering ball, almost blinding her.
“What?” he rasped without breaking his rhythm.
Her body arched and her movements became frenzied, when he nudged her at the apex of her thighs; the already damp sheet still covering her.
“But if you insist,” he stopped and leaned back, watching her with half-lidded eyes and a small smile playing on his lips.
She swore as she hefted her legs around his hips, “You’re a dead man.”
“Oh I love it when you talk trash,” he murmured as he reached down, unveiling her and plunged into her. He muffled her cries with a hard and long kiss as the sudden movement hurled her to the brink. Then it became a race that both wanted to win. Their bodies were locked into a fluid embrace when they reached the ultimate finish, bathed with the first light filtering through the windows.
He drew her into his arms and tugged the badly wrinkled blanket over them. They stayed like that for a moment, replete but too revved to go back to sleep.
They still have four hours, he contemplated as he stole a glance at the clock. Four hours before they go back to their respective duties; him - flying back to China for the filming, and her - attending a fan sign event. He wished they were living in a different world, that they could freeze time. Time is not their friend at the moment and its always conspiring against them. So whenever they're offered a fragment, they take it gladly and greedily. He sighed as he gathered her closer, refusing to acknowledge the restlessness gnawing inside him.
She’s staring at the pulse beating rhythmically on his neck and at the set line of his jaw. She knew he’s in thinking mode again, and it’s making her uneasy. Beneath that unflappable attitude and amiable exterior lies a tough, restless soul wanting to break free.
“I had a dream.” He murmured, kissing her temple.
“Uhm?”
“We were canoeing. Just the two of us in the middle of this wide lake. The sun was downcast and you can see there’s a storm brewing on the horizon.”
“What are we doing there then? We should go back.” She said, her hand moving up and down his damp chest.
“It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.” He caught her hand when it settled precariously near his pelvic regions. “And stop that, unless you’re ready for another round.”
A sultry smile appeared on her lips but said nothing. She shifted, supporting herself with bent elbows and rested her chin over her linked hands.
“Then suddenly a shark appeared. His jaws were gaped open, wide open with those sharp menacing teeth…”
“Yeah, I can see it.” She shuddered, her skin crawled just thinking of it.
“He’s watching you with those bulging eyes, creeping closer and closer, you could almost touch him. For him, you were a delectable meal. He should know better, you’re so skinny.” He rubbed her side affectionately.
She pinched his stomach in retaliation, “So what did you do?”
“I grabbed the paddle and whacked it hard on his head, and it slithered away.”
“My hero.” She planted a kiss on his lips.
“It was getting dark and we were too far from the shore we came from. There was no point going back. There was an island though, I don’t know how and why but it was there.”
“Well, it’s a dream.” She replied, echoing his words.
“So we went there. I was so tired. With all that paddling, I thought my arms would fall from their sockets. The island seemed deserted and there were no creatures, two-legged or otherwise, except us. My eyes were gritty, and my stomach was grumbling. And then, there was…” his voice dropped into a dramatic stage whisper. He looked at her with intense eyes as he paused, searching for a reaction.
She stared back at him with wide eyes, anticipating for his next words.
“Food.”
She blinked. And blinked again as the realization finally dawned on her. “You made all that up just for food?” She asked incredulously. “You could just have told me.”
“Well, you seemed so tired that I don't have the heart to ask.” He rubbed his stomach when it growled at that exact moment sending her to a fit of hilarity.
“And who’s fault is that?” She leaned down and kissed him.
Yes. Its another day for us. She reflected as she gazed tenderly into his laughing eyes. Another precious moment to be kept and cherished, something to add on to the growing pile of their beautiful secret. It is...for now.
He did not move a muscle when she turned around to face him. She brushed his hair away from his forehead and let her fingers slide gently along his cheek.
Her eyes clouded with deep emotion as she stared at the planes and angles of his face. Then it cleared, a fierce determination flashing over her face.
She had her brush with controversies before and that was because she had chosen to be honest; she thought people would love and accept her no matter what. But her naivety cost her dearly, a mistake she vowed would never happen again. So much for being true and honest, she mused now without the bitterness she used to feel. And it was nasty. They were nasty. She would not want that to happen to him, to them.
True, they have reached the level where no one can touch them, but there is still this doubt niggling at the deepest recesses of her thought – too small to let it affect them, but strong enough to destroy whatever they’ve kept and protected up to this point if they are not careful. Trust, he said. Trust and love will see them through.
“Like what you see?” his hand caught hers and kissed her palm without opening his eyes.
“No. I’m wondering why I'm letting someone take all the space in my bed, my bed…” she teased, pushing her fear and dark thoughts aside.
“It’s not my fault your bed is cramped.” He shrugged as he squinted at the spacious queen size bed.
He peered at the clock on the night stand and it read 5. “It’s too early,” he grumbled. He nuzzled her neck, and sneaked a hand underneath the blanket.
“Hey, don’t get any ideas.” She touched the center of his forehead with her index finger and managed to slip out from his grasp, but found herself entangled with the bed sheet.
He simply pulled her down and flipped her beneath him. He trailed lazy kisses along the column of her neck up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Too late, you woke me up so you got to pay.”
She shivered and groaned a weak protest as he kneed her legs apart and sunk into her, the blanket bunched between their heated flesh. He traced her mouth with his tongue and nibbled. Softly at first, then with varying degrees until the delicious warmth spread down to her toes.
“We have to stop. We –" she gasped as he caressed her through the fabric. He skimmed the curves and hollows with the flat of his hands. He capped, molded, kneaded. Gently and roughly, maddening her and leaving her frantic for more. The merciless friction and alternating sensation sent her to a mass of quivering ball, almost blinding her.
“What?” he rasped without breaking his rhythm.
Her body arched and her movements became frenzied, when he nudged her at the apex of her thighs; the already damp sheet still covering her.
“But if you insist,” he stopped and leaned back, watching her with half-lidded eyes and a small smile playing on his lips.
She swore as she hefted her legs around his hips, “You’re a dead man.”
“Oh I love it when you talk trash,” he murmured as he reached down, unveiling her and plunged into her. He muffled her cries with a hard and long kiss as the sudden movement hurled her to the brink. Then it became a race that both wanted to win. Their bodies were locked into a fluid embrace when they reached the ultimate finish, bathed with the first light filtering through the windows.
He drew her into his arms and tugged the badly wrinkled blanket over them. They stayed like that for a moment, replete but too revved to go back to sleep.
They still have four hours, he contemplated as he stole a glance at the clock. Four hours before they go back to their respective duties; him - flying back to China for the filming, and her - attending a fan sign event. He wished they were living in a different world, that they could freeze time. Time is not their friend at the moment and its always conspiring against them. So whenever they're offered a fragment, they take it gladly and greedily. He sighed as he gathered her closer, refusing to acknowledge the restlessness gnawing inside him.
She’s staring at the pulse beating rhythmically on his neck and at the set line of his jaw. She knew he’s in thinking mode again, and it’s making her uneasy. Beneath that unflappable attitude and amiable exterior lies a tough, restless soul wanting to break free.
“I had a dream.” He murmured, kissing her temple.
“Uhm?”
“We were canoeing. Just the two of us in the middle of this wide lake. The sun was downcast and you can see there’s a storm brewing on the horizon.”
“What are we doing there then? We should go back.” She said, her hand moving up and down his damp chest.
“It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.” He caught her hand when it settled precariously near his pelvic regions. “And stop that, unless you’re ready for another round.”
A sultry smile appeared on her lips but said nothing. She shifted, supporting herself with bent elbows and rested her chin over her linked hands.
“Then suddenly a shark appeared. His jaws were gaped open, wide open with those sharp menacing teeth…”
“Yeah, I can see it.” She shuddered, her skin crawled just thinking of it.
“He’s watching you with those bulging eyes, creeping closer and closer, you could almost touch him. For him, you were a delectable meal. He should know better, you’re so skinny.” He rubbed her side affectionately.
She pinched his stomach in retaliation, “So what did you do?”
“I grabbed the paddle and whacked it hard on his head, and it slithered away.”
“My hero.” She planted a kiss on his lips.
“It was getting dark and we were too far from the shore we came from. There was no point going back. There was an island though, I don’t know how and why but it was there.”
“Well, it’s a dream.” She replied, echoing his words.
“So we went there. I was so tired. With all that paddling, I thought my arms would fall from their sockets. The island seemed deserted and there were no creatures, two-legged or otherwise, except us. My eyes were gritty, and my stomach was grumbling. And then, there was…” his voice dropped into a dramatic stage whisper. He looked at her with intense eyes as he paused, searching for a reaction.
She stared back at him with wide eyes, anticipating for his next words.
“Food.”
She blinked. And blinked again as the realization finally dawned on her. “You made all that up just for food?” She asked incredulously. “You could just have told me.”
“Well, you seemed so tired that I don't have the heart to ask.” He rubbed his stomach when it growled at that exact moment sending her to a fit of hilarity.
“And who’s fault is that?” She leaned down and kissed him.
Yes. Its another day for us. She reflected as she gazed tenderly into his laughing eyes. Another precious moment to be kept and cherished, something to add on to the growing pile of their beautiful secret. It is...for now.
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