January 2, 2016

YoungSaeng's studio was near the stairwell so that he could come and go without detection.  That meant going up and down five flights of stairs (when he wasn't carrying anything) and five more flights to get to his girlfriend's apartment, was a little easier to go unnoticed. Winter made being an incognito idol, a little easier.  Wrapped in scarves and hats to ward off the winter chill, they climbed the stairs to his apartment.  Usually, at this time, it was relatively quiet, and they could use the elevator but being New Year's night, young people were still coming in from celebrating.

Mina climbed with ease, even in heels.  "Yah...wait up...," YoungSaeng huffed behind her.

 - "Orabeoni...how many times do I have to tell you, the faster you climb, the easier it is."  She grabbed his hand and dragged him with her the rest of the way.  "Tan-tan," she said once they reached the top.  He glared at her.  Of course, she was unfazed by this glare.  It just made him look even more handsome.  Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped at his lip.  "Keep glaring at me like that and I will have to eat you up."

 - "Na won't stop you,” with his arms around her back, he drew her body to his and lost himself in her lips.  It was tradition that they stop at the landing on his floor and chat for a while or kiss, mostly kiss, then say goodnight and kiss some more.  He groaned, not wanting to end their kisses.  "Jagiya...are you sure you can't spend the night?"

 - "Shiro...I have to work tomorrow.  If I come over, we won't be sleeping anytime soon."

 - "Oh?  And just what did jagi have in mind to do?"  He hadn't let go of her and pulled her to him again, bringing his forehead to hers.

 - "Amugeotdo anieyo (Never mind)!  Ka!  It will take me at least thirty minutes to get ready for bed."

 - "Na can help.” 

 - “Shiro!”  She tenderly touched his lips with hers.  “Dream of me,” she quickly pecked his cheek and ran up the stairs, to catch the elevator on the next floor.  If they were discovered, Mina didn’t want any rumors of them living together.  HyungJun and KyuJong urged their guests not to plaster the idol’s pictures all over social media.  This meant they would only be ‘discreetly’ plastered on social media.

He did dream of her that night.  He dreamt of them in the Stone Church in Karuizawa, she was wearing a slim white dress.  She was lovely; though the dress flared out toward the bottom, you wouldn't say it was elaborate.  If anyone could see his face in the pillow, they would see him smiling.  When he woke, much later, he would be making a few phone calls.  It would be a few days before he and his manager found out that photos of him and Mina were circulating the fan club.

After a warm shower and draining her overfull s, Ilana felt much better.  She hadn't nursed HaEun all afternoon and by the time the reception was winding down, she began to feel uncomfortable.  It wasn't until Maknae gave her one of his famous bear hugs that she really felt discomfort.  Thankfully, he didn't notice when she quickly stepped back from their hug.  It was close to midnight by the time they had arrived at home.  Pumping when she felt ready to burst would not work, so she hopped in the shower and let the warm water relax her, first.

Much relieved she climbed into bed snuggling with her always warm husband.  "Better?"  He gave her forehead a kiss and rubbed circles on her back, disappointed she had braided her hair.

 - "Mmm...keep doing that."  She wrapped her arm around his waist and threw her leg over his, not resisting a few kisses to his bare chest.

 - "Only if Anae keeps doing that."

 - "Wae?  This?"  She gently ran her hand over his chest and down to his side, just above his hip and placed a soft kiss on the now disturbed pec.

 - "Anae is not being nice," he ran his hand down from her hair to her back, to her hip, and teased a bare thigh with his long fingers.

Ilana chuckled and relaxed into him, closing her eyes.  “Jalja Sarang.  It’s late and we have to work tomorrow.”

He stood still for a moment, it was late, and he was tired, but he wasn’t quite ready to sleep.  “Sarang...let’s go in late tomorrow.”  He shifted her onto her back under him.  “Mmm?”  He gave her forehead a kiss and then her eyes and then one cheek.  He felt her pulse quicken and brushed her lips lightly with his.

 - “Sarang…?”

He took advantage of her indecision and took her lips passionately, while gently caressing her neck.  As she melted under him, she ran her hands over his chest.  She loved to do this, and he loved when she did.  His broad chest was always a comfort to her and of course a delight in these intimate moments.  “Is Sarang really tired?”  He ended the kiss but continued caressing her neck and collarbone with his lips.  Though it was beyond cold outside, the house was warmed from the floor and kept the chill outside where it belonged.  She slept in a nursing shift style nightgown with a wrap to keep her warm.  By morning the wrap was off, either by her own doing or her husband’s.  "Mmm?"  He continued teasing with his lips and his hands slowly worked their way down the front of her shift untying her robe.

The hands spread warmth as they spread her robe and gently brushed up against the shift underneath.  Ilana drew in her breath and tried to gather her brain.  "Nampyon is so full of energy; it would be selfish of me not to attend to him."  Gathering her strength, she clung to his neck and kissed him boldly, hoping to push him back onto the bed.  He knew what she wanted and rolled back, taking her with him, not breaking their kiss.

 - "Saranghae, nomu saranghae," he whispered into her neck.

 - "Nado, nado nomu saranghae," she nipped at his earlobe.

 - “If Sarang keeps doing that, we won’t be getting any sleep,” he warned.

Ilana laughed and snuggled up onto his chest.  “Na suppose…we can go in a little late.”  She played with his fingers, lacing and unlacing them with hers.

Jihoo held his breath for just a second.  He wondered if his wife knew what power she had over him; her warm breath on his chest and her light touch on his hand made him want to lose control.

Ilana felt certain things happening, both under her and the way his pulse had quickened as she ran her fingers along the underside of his arm.  It made her own pulse begin to race.

Jihoo was not only toned and muscular, but he was also a foot taller than his wife.  “That does it, Sarang is in trouble.”  Ilana quickly found herself under him; a passionate kiss stopping her surprised yelp.

Both arrived late to work the next day.  No one would question the young Chairman, but Ilana could only mutter an ‘Mmm’ when asked if everything was alright.  After all, Mina was out just as late and still managed to get to work on time.  She quickly let HaEun, who came with her to work every day, distract the ladies on the marketing side.  The architectural side was rarely occupied, as they were usually out on the field somewhere.

Quickly having given his signature hugs, HyungJun dragged his wife into their car, which had been decorated with two ‘just married’ window flags and a giant ‘just married’ bow on the back of their Kia Sedona.  JungMin and Suzy had brought the decorating kit from California and while their Maknae was busy, had stolen the car keys.

 - "Aww, this is so sweet!"  YiHyun was almost moved to tears at their decorated car.

 - "Deh...gomawo," HyungJun opened the passenger door for his wife and was practically trying to shove her in.

 - "Junnie-yah, wait, I want to take a picture of the car.  JungMin-ah, take a picture of us, juseyo?"

- "Anieyo gwenchanayo," HyungJun quickly butted in.  "Jagiya, it's late and we have a plane to catch in the morning."

 - "Aigoo, inpatient Maknae..." JungMin grinned at his friend.  "It will take less than five minutes to take the picture if you stop protesting.  Hana...Dol...Set..." YiHyun took her groom's arm and kissed his cheek.  JungMin quickly snapped the picture.  "One of just the car, get in.  Maknae, if you leave before I get the picture your Anae will make sure you sleep outside tonight."

 - "Aiiish..." Sulking, HyungJun closed the door behind his wife and went to get into the driver's seat.

 - "Wave!"  JungMin took a picture of the front of the van with the flags and then quickly took a picture of the bow in the back.  "Arraseo YiHyun-ah, here's your phone back.  Make sure you two get some sleep, you'll have a busy afternoon, deh?"

 - "Deh!!"  Their friends walked behind the car as it maneuvered out of the parking lot, but HyungJun was on a mission to get back to their new apartment as soon as possible.

Arriving at their building, a few minutes faster than it should have taken, HyungJun opened the car door for his bride.  “Kaja, anae…I’ll carry you,” he said as he was crouching down.

 - “Junnie…you’ll get dirty, gwenchana.”

 - “Na have been wearing it all day, carrying anae on my back isn’t going to get it any dirtier.  Besides, na didn’t get to carry you after the ceremony.  This is my chance to show you that I’ll take care of you and our kids, no matter what.”

She didn’t want Suzy to have to pay extra when she returned their clothes to the Bridal store.  YiHyun was still protesting and didn’t register what he had just said.  “Still, na don’t want Suzy to …m-mworago?”

 - “Anae heard me.”  His wife couldn’t see his face, but he was grinning like a little kid being offered a treat.  “Anae, better hop on or na will throw her over my Shoulder, deh?”

 - “Arraso!  Arraso!”  YiHyun knew her husband would make good on his threat.

They didn't cross paths with anyone else on their way to their apartment on the eighth floor.  A dark blue heart with bronze swirls was taped to the front door with the words 'Just Married', written on it.

 - "Aww, Junnie!  I wonder who put that up?"

 - "Mina-yah most likely, she only lives two floors up.  She'd had to have hung it up in the morning, before the wedding."  Of this, HyungJun was certain.  There was no way she and YoungSaeng could have arrived back to the building before them.  "Anae, shall we?"  His wife nodded her head and he entered their key code.

Before HyungJun flipped the light switch, YiHyun exclaimed in wonder.  "Wau!!"  Artificial votive candles lit a path to their bedroom.  Turning on the lights, they saw the floor and ceiling covered with clear and frosted balloons.  The clear ones had rose petals trapped inside.  A white runner was placed on the floor in between the candles with rose petals scattered along the path.  "Junnie?!  Who prepared all this?  Yippeun!"

 - "Mollah?"  He continued walking with his bride on his back, following the path.  In their room, there was the same white runner surrounding the bed with more of the candles, rose petals and balloons.  Actually, there was nowhere to step, except on the lit path to their bed.  The bed itself was covered in a white sheet and a few rose petals adorned it; red and white tulle curtains, with lights entwined, hung from the ceiling.  Their friends had done an amazing job.  HyungJun sat on the bed, letting his wife untangle herself from his back.  YiHyun pulled her husband down to lay next to her on the bed.  They were still amazed at the beautiful decorations, down to the Mr. & Mrs. heart pillows.  YiHyun curled up next to her husband with a smile on her face.  "Our chingu are daeback!"

- "Mmm, so is anae..."  He turned to face her and softly kissed her smiling lips.  He'd waited for this day, this night, for the last three years.  Now that it was here, how to begin without her thinking him a ert.  He laughed in his thoughts.  She did bring out that side of him.  "Yippeun," he ran his hand through her hair as he reached for her lips again.  They only had plans for dinner the next day, so who cared if they stayed up all night making love.  His lips moved to her neck and his hand traveled down her arm and slipped over her hip, pulling her even closer.

YiHyun drew in her breath as if needing air.  Really, she was drowning in the feel of his lips and his touch.  The lips had moved to her collarbone and upper chest, Thanks to her strapless dress offering unhampered access.  The hands moved to her bottom and were drawing small circles, while a long leg suddenly had her trapped.  Was her heart was racing or was it his?  She wasn't sure.   It wasn’t that they had never been at this point; the exhilarating part was that they didn't have to stop.  When the hand began to scrunch up her dress, YiHyun's mind was at war with itself.  His ardent kisses and touch made it so that she desperately wanted to cross that line, but they had danced almost nonstop and wedding dresses weren't made of the most breathable material.  "Junnie-yah...," she had suddenly thought of another part of her body that probably also needed refreshing.  “Junnie...,” she tried again to get his attention and it wasn’t easy.  His thumb had now dipped into her bodice and coupled with what his lips and tongue were doing, it made her weak.  “Ju-Junnie…I-I need…I want…”

 - “Mmm?”  He responded but continued what he was working on.

 - “I want…Oh!”  He had managed to work a free from its confinement and was now lavishing it with attention.  “Ani…ani…” she mumbled.  She didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t want to go on without being at her best.  “Junnie!  I-I want to…freshen up!”  Instead of pushing herself away, she was running her hand through his hair, holding him in place against her chest.

 - “Anae is perfect the way she is,” he brought her lips to his again and kissed her without restraint, bidding her to open for him.

 - “Junnie…we have all night, na won’t take long.”  She had torn away from his lips and was swirling his earlobe with her tongue, making him hiss.

 - “Shiro!”  He was ready to tear the dress off her any second.

 - “Na will make it worth your while, juseyo?”  She nipped at his ear, then the back of his jaw and swirled her tongue on his neck.  “Mmm?”

While his wife tried to ‘persuade’ him to let her up, he thought about it and grinned.  “Arraso…nae anae will need help removing her gown.”  While YiHyun pondered if this was a good or bad thing and trying to cover her chest that was now quite exposed, he stood and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

 - “Junnie!”  Her husband had hooked his arms under her legs and back and was now carrying her toward their bathroom.

 - "Someone has to help jagi out of her dress," he grinned like a Cheshire cat, though YiHyun would say a hungry cat.  She swallowed nervously.

In the bathroom, they were treated to more electric lights that had been hung from the ceiling, running the length of the bathroom.  The same battery powered lights framed the mirror and the shower door.  "Wau!!"  YiHyun looked around the small bathroom with delight.  "Choah!"

HyungJun sat her back on her feet.  "Let's get this dress off, deh?"  Starting with the top button, he slowly worked his way down, stopping occasionally to kiss her bare shoulders and the back of her neck.  Yes, he was still the same impatient Maknae, but for this, he was willing to take his sweet time.

After what felt like an eternity, YiHyun felt the last button release and her husband’s lips having their way with her neck and upper back.  The excitement of the day was catching up to her and she longed for her shower.  At the same time, she wanted what they had been denying themselves up till now.  "Junnie!!  Get on with it!"  He was inching her zipper down and following with damp kisses.  He'd the bathroom heat and yet, YiHyun felt herself shivering each time his lips or hands grazed her flesh.

- "And I thought I was the impatient one."  His hands quickly finished with the zipper while his lips devoured her neck again.  YiHyun couldn't help tilting her head back to give him more access.  The dress gave way, falling to the floor, followed by her strapless bra, that he had 'helped' her with.  He cupped her s with his hands and mumbled 'saranghae' into her ear.

 - "Junnie...na won't take more than five minutes.  J-just wait for me outside."  His fingers working her s were causing her to shiver and perspire all at once.

 - "Yippeun, na have never seen all of you, before.  Choah."  He kept her back to him and let his hands lavish attention to her front, while his lips her back.  "Anae can't shower with these still on..."

Surely, he'd been undressing her for an hour already, YiHyun thought.  And now, just as irritatingly slow, he was rolling her undies down following the path with his hands and lips.  "Junnie!"  When his tongue and hands were doing extremely inappropriate things to her to lower region, she couldn't help gasping in surprise.

By the time HyungJun was done 'helping' his wife out of her dress, she was leaning heavily against the shower door.  He finally turned her around, smirking naughtily.  "I'll turn the shower on, now."  YiHyun just nodded and blushed, to his amusement.

In the shower, YiHyun found more 'gifts' from their friends.  Finding her voice, she saw that the soaps they had left in the shower were not there.  "Junnie, someone took our soaps," she picked up one of the two bottles that were left in a metal holder.  "Couples Hot Chocolate shower gel?"  She set the bottle back down, blushing.

 - "Chincha?"  he grinned and quickly and silently began ing the rest of his shirt.  His wife had already undone the first few buttons while they were on the bed.

 - "They even replaced our washcloths...What's this?"  A silver button on top of the sponge caught her eye.  Not suspecting anything to happen, she pressed it.  The sponge began to vibrate; YiHyun let out a scream, dropping the sponge.  "Omo!!"  Turning to her husband who was laughing, she saw his state of undress.  "Junnie!!"  She turned her head at the sight of his bare torso and loosened belt.

He laughed at his cute, suddenly bashful, wife.  Her husband paused wrapping her in a squeezing back hug.  "Gwenchana jagi, I'm sure Anae will find me as acceptable as I find her.”

 - "Junnie!!"  He gave a little squeeze to her bottom.  "Junnie!  Pyuntae (ert)!"

 - "Deh, only for nae YiHyunnie," he gave her cheek a quick kiss.  "Jagi can help me with my pants?"

 - "Pyuntae!"  She quickly stepped into the shower and closed the door.

 - "Mmm, wait for nampyon.  Anae is not allowed to lather or use that sponge on any part of Her body without me!"

 - “Pyuntae!”  She grinned to herself, enjoying the warmth.  Suddenly her personal space was severely infringed upon.  YiHyun had her back to the door when he turned her to face him.  Gasping at the sight of his body left her vulnerable to his sudden attack.

He sealed with his; his tongue doing a meet and greet with hers.  His hand traveled along her neck and arm.  Wanting more of her, he pulled her closer, making sure their bodies were in full contact.  "Saranghae," He ended the kiss and nuzzled her face and grazed her lips.  A thumb found a sensitive spot, working it back and forth, and his other hand gently cupped her ; that thumb giving her the same treatment as her neck.

YiHyun hooked an arm around his neck, while the other set out to repay some of the love she was receiving.  She was more than ready to cross that line.  In the months that he returned from his military duty they hadn't been very innocent, but neither very naughty.  An unspoken line had been drawn, mainly for fear of her Mother showing up unannounced.  Since they both lived at home, HyungJun had suggested going to a hotel, but that still wasn't how she wanted her first time or subsequent time to be.  "Junnie!"  She brought her other arm up and clung to his neck for fear of falling.  His hand had traveled down her side and was now seducing her bottom and his fingers were making heart race as they claimed parts of her body he'd never had access to.

 - "Choah?"  He lips with his thumb.

 - "Mmm...," his touch was making it difficult to form words, she gave a small bite to his chest as she felt herself trembling with pleasure.

HyungJun grinned.  All her awkwardness was gone.  He'd done some research, wanting this first night to be perfect for her.  "Should...we try washing?  Where did that sponge go?"  He heard her whimper and then sigh as soon as he released her to pick up the sponge.  YiHyun steadied herself against the wall, letting the water relax her again.  Her reprieve was short-lived.  Her body responded quite positively to the vibrating waves the sponge was producing on her skin and sensitive areas.

YiHyun's five-minute rinse turned into a one hour or longer full shower with shampoo and body massage.  Her hair was already drenched, so he very gently washed it for her and she did the same for him.  By the time they were done, the water was more cold than warm.  She still felt the echo of her husband's lips on her body and felt as if he'd melted all her bones.  How was she even supposed to walk?

 - "Na will grab our towels, deh?"  He gave his wife a kiss, before opening the shower door.  Thankfully, they had invested in a towel warmer.  Their apartment elves had left them his and hers Egyptian cotton bath towels.  Taking one, he gently dabbed at YiHyun's hair, getting out the excess moisture.  "Gwenchana?  Are you cold?"

 - "Ani."  In fact, just the sweet way he was looking at her, was making her warm.

 - "The towel is nice and warm, anae won't be too cold," he gently wrapped the warm towel around her and then gave himself a brusquer version of the same treatment.  With the towel securely wrapped around his loins, he turned his attention back to his wife.  "Ready to cross the line with me, baby?"  He gave her shoulders a squeeze.

 - "Junnie-yah!  Don't look at me that way!"  His sultry voice and look heated her from the center all the way up to her face.

 - "Wae?"  He by giving her flushed cheeks a soft kiss.  "Kaja...,” he took her hand, carefully leading her out of the shower.  When they were back in the hall, he scooped her into his arms.

She screamed and laughed, "Junnie!  Put me down!"

 - "Deh...deh...," he ignored her half-hearted protests until they returned to the bedroom; he laid her gently on the bed and climbed on as well.  His eyes caught some items on the table on YiHyun's side.  "What's this?"  He hadn't noticed anything but the candles when they came in.

 - "What's what?"

 - "Mollah?" He naughtily straddled her, trapping her under him and reached over to the table.  "More gifts from the elves," he reached for a small container.  "Body paint?"  He grinned evilly at his wife.

 - "Pyuntae!"  She covered her face that was getting as red as tomato again.

He ignored her and began to read each jar "...chocolate almond, mocha, strawberry, and raspberry."

 - "Junnie!  Get off!  You're cutting off my circulation!"

He returned the jars to the side table.  "Anieyo, my weight isn't even resting on you.  Na think we'll play with those while we're in Tokyo.  Remind me..." he leaned over, giving her a teasing kiss.  "To thank...our chingu."

 - "Mmm...remind me...to kill them..." his lips and tongue on her neck and collarbone were leaving her brain frazzled and his laugh vibrated through her whole body.

 - "Let's get jagi dry and we can continue where we left off in the shower, mmm?"

 - "Hajima!!!"  He was already unwrapping the towel and softly patting her body, first with the towel and then with kisses.  She really didn't want him to stop and was glad that he knew this fact as well.  Slowly, he continued working his way down her body, passing her warm core, he cooled her off with a few puffs of air and then continued to her legs and back up again.  Her lonely core wanted his attention and all YiHyun could do was bite her lip and crumble the bed sheet in her hand with anticipation.

HyungJun was taking things exaggeratedly slow, but the way she was responding to him, helped him endure his own wanting to make sure she received her pleasure, first.  By the time his kisses and had reached her soft center, she peaked as his thumb met the sweet little button.  He brought her to a peak once more before slinging her legs over his hips and pushing forward.

Aside from feeling a bit of a pinch and a moment’s discomfort, it was everything she'd hoped it would be.  He continued adoring her with tender kisses and caresses, holding back his own until she was ready as well.

Somewhere around three A.M., the newlyweds were finally drifting off to sleep.  She felt as limp as a noodle, if her bones had melted in the shower, all her muscles had now turned to mush.  They had somehow managed to get under the quilts and not willing to let go of each other just yet, HyungJun spooned her while he idly caressed her upper chest.  "Junnie..." she mumbled half asleep.  "Na didn't get to wear my wedding night pajamas;" thinking she needed the protection from his caresses.

 - "Tomorrow, Jagiya can model them for me and then I'll be more than happy to remove them," his thumb flicked a sensitive , making her arch her neck invitingly.  He didn't miss the opportunity.

 - "Hajima...," they had tried going to sleep once before and after a caress here and a kiss there they were making love again.  "Junnie can't possibly...?"

 - "Na have been waiting three years for this and jagi is just so tempting," he brought her face back to his and kissed her ardently.  Tired as she was, his kisses were like a sweet wine, so addicting.  His hand slid down her body, which he seemed to have wired to get aroused at his slightest touch.  There was no hiding it when a small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

The morning came all too quickly.  There was no time for breakfast, only a quick shower, with YiHyun blushing at the pleasant soreness of her body.  Though it was her first time, he had been very gentle and made sure she was receiving as much pleasure as he was.  She had been adamant about taking separate showers or they would miss their flight.  As it was they just made it in time.

Tokyo, Japan

HyungJun & So Hyun had just arrived in their hotel room at the Mira Costa Hotel.  "Wau!!  Junnie!  Daeback!"  YiHyun spun and ran around the room like a child.  "Look!  There's even a terrace!"  She ran outside, excited.  "Wau, yippeun!"

HyungJun laughed.  They had chosen the room and package together, but she acted as if it was a complete surprise.  "Aigoo," he wrapped his arms around his wife as she faced the harbor.  "Haengbohkae Anae is also haengbohkae," he rocked her back and forth, ending with a kiss on her cheek.

 - "Nomu haengbohkae.  I can't wait to visit the park tomorrow.  Yeobo, let's go explore the grounds."

 - "Gwenchana?"  He turned her to face him.  They'd been up almost all night and he hoped he hadn't overtired her with his enthusiasm.

 - "Deh..." she blushed, avoiding his gaze.  Perhaps she wasn't walking as fast as she normally did, but he kept carrying her everywhere anyway.

 - "Chincha?"  He worried a little since she wouldn't look at him.

 - "Oh...the shower helped a lot," she had been much stiffer before that.

HyungJun smiled in relief, he pulled her back into his arms.  "We can do it in the shower, later."

 - "Junnie, pyuntae!"  She smacked his shoulder and ran past him back into the room.  HyungJun ran after her, half closing the terrace door, and grabbed her by her waist lifting her off the round.  "Put me down!"  She screamed.

 - "Anieyo!"  He began twirling around with her, as she screamed.  Once he began to get dizzy, he stopped.

Laughing, she tilted her head back against his chest.  "Yeobo, let me go."

 - "Ani," he tightened his hold on her.  "Yeobo, yeobo, yeobo," he pressed his cheek to hers.  "Choah the way that sounds."

 - "Pabo."

 - "Pabo?  Pabo?  Chincha?  Now anae is in trouble."  He scooped her up and carried her to the bed, where he tickle tortured her until she was laughing and screaming quite loudly.

 - "Hajima!!  Hajima!!"  She begged.

 - "Say 'jwosongmnida nampyon'."

She was trapped under him but couldn't help laughing.  "Shiro!"

 - "Ah...should I tickle anae?"  He had her hands prisoner and was about to start tickling her again.

 - "Ani!  Ani!  Jwosongminda, jwosongmnida!"

 - "That's better..." he kissed her forehead and let her go to lie beside her.  "I love you, I love you, love today...I love you, I love you, love tonight...I love you, I love you, love for you...Only one for me, oh my love for you," he sang.

 - "Junnie Saranghae."  She cupped his face with her hand and gave his lips a light kiss.

He drew her head to his chest and wrapped his legs around hers, "choah holding YiHyun-ah like this."

 - "Yeobo!!  I can't breathe."

 - "Shiro, I don't want to let go." He did relinquish his hold on her; long enough to give her a few teasing kisses.

YiHyun got herself comfortable, using his arm as a pillow and entwined her leg with his.  "That's better."  With his lips, right in front of her, she couldn't resist a quick peck.  "Choah, when nampyon holds me like this," she smiled sweetly at him and then tucked her head into his chest.  They had left the patio door open and the room was getting chilly.  Her husband was the perfect temperature.  "Na can't wait to go into the park tomorrow, hajiman...choah that we can just spend our time alone right now."

 - "Mmm," he twirled and released strands of her hair.  He restrained his desire to make love to her again but her foot unconsciously rubbing on his leg was making him a bit uncomfortable in his pants.  "Jagiya?  Pigonhaeyo?"

 - "Jeogumyo, hajiman...we should go exploring."

 - "Let's take a nap...then go exploring, deh?"  At the moment, he didn't want to let her go, so he righted their position on the bed and closed his eyes.  "Saranghae anae."

 - "Saranghae, nampyon," she smiled.

They fell asleep still entwined.  The room heater fought against the still open door and they stayed snuggled against each other for two hours.  After which, they explored the hotel, ate dinner, and went back to their room to cuddle some more.  Their elves would be disappointed to know that instead of producing a sensual experience with the body paints; their goofy and unpredictable friends would be seen giggling like school children, playing tic-tac-toe on HyungJun's well-defined abs.                        

Ipswich, Suffolk, England

After nearly twenty hours, the weary travelers arrived at their home for five days in Suffolk.  For their eight-hour layover in Amsterdam, they booked a room at the Yotel, airport hotel.  The sun would not rise until almost 9 AM and weary from the flight and their wedding, they both decided a shower was a must.  The hotel rooms were designed like an airplane cabin, small but cozy.

 - "Is Yeobo tired or would she like to shower first."

 Emily grinned; they'd been calling each other 'yeobo' since their flight.  He mentioned to the flight attendant that they had just been married and she made an announcement over the intercom.  'Haengbokhan inar sinbuwa sinlang eur chukhahapnida.  Congratulations to the bride and groom on their happy union!'  She announced in both Korean and English.

 - "Na really want a shower.  After, can we see a bit of Amsterdam, I've never had a chance to?"

 - "Guerae, we just have time to take the standard canal tour and then get a bite to eat on the way back."

 - "Can we see the sunrise at the panorama terrace?"

 - "Whatever Yeobo wants as long as we're back in time for our flight."

 - "Chincha?  Nampyon is daeback!"  She gave him an exaggerated kiss.

 - "Chincha?"  He took her by the waist, holding her close.  "Emily's nampyeon is the bee’s knees."

 - "Deh!"  She giggled at the use of her words.  "Gwiyowiyo!"  She gave his cheek a tender kiss.  "Saranghae."

 - "Nado saranghae," he returned the tender kiss to her lips and continued to hold her.  He could just stay in that position forever.  She had lovely wide eyes that often sparkled with mischief and tenderness, especially with their young patients.  Currently, they stared back at him with curiosity.

 - "Nampyon needs to let me go, so I can shower unless you want to go first?"  She was running her fingers through his hair.  Who doesn't love a full head of hair on their man?

 - "Anieyo gwenchanayo, Yeobo can shower first and I'll sit on the bed and watch."  The shower was completely visible from the bed.

 - "Mwo?!  Jongie!!"  He was the perfect gentleman and complete sweetheart, but every now and then a naughty imp possessed his body.

 - "Yeobo blushes so sweetly," he pressed his lips to her forehead.

 - "Yah...nampyon says things to make me nutters (crazy)."

 - "With words like 'nutters' nah think anae is already micheosso."  The mischievous look in her eyes reappeared, making KyuJong anticipate her comeback.

Emily stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Whispering in his ear she said:  "Since I’ve already lost the plot (gone crazy), wae don't you join me?"  She tore herself away and covered her face, not believing the invitation had just flown out of .

KyuJong was grinning widely.  "Arraseo."

 - "Omo!  Omo!  Omo!"

 - "If yeobo would rather I just watch..."

 - "Anieyo!"  This man was going to give her a heart attack.  Him watching her shower would be a thousand times worse than showering together.  "Just a shower!  If we start anything we won't have time to go in the city."

Truthfully, he had been ready to make love to her back in the Bride's room but he also wanted their first time together to be special.  After all, it was their honeymoon; he wasn't about to just take her anywhere unless she really wanted him too.  He was certain she didn't, but he decided to just a little.  Closing the gap between them again, he held her close and melted her with a searing kiss.  He usually saved those for when they were alone in his studio.  "We can come back to Amsterdam later," he tickled her ear with his lips.  Her neck was still covered in the turtleneck.

She hesitated, her body knew they had been married for an entire day and was more than ready to act upon it.  She had caved to peer pressure when she was a freshman in college and had given her ity away.  The relationship didn't last long and she had regretted her actions almost immediately.  She was looking forward to making love to the man that loved all of her, not just her body.  Deep inside she was a romantic and wanted to be swept off her feet.  KyuJong had done that and more.  She could be impatient and cave in (she knew he was testing her) or she could have it all:  the romance, the ambiance, and the perfect first night with her lawfully wedded husband.  "Shiro...we're here, now," she stood her ground.  "Give me a head start and no peeking."

KyuJong carried his wife on his back from the car to the cottage.  Not that it was far, but it was tradition; a way to demonstrate to her that he would always provide for her.  "Jongie, that means you'll be bringing in all our things on your own."

 - "Gwenchana, yeobo can rest."  he noticed her pouting face from the corner of his eyes.  "Yeobo can carry in any other bags that we bring back this week, deh?"

 - "Deh...It's not as sunny as it was in Amsterdam but it's still nice, even though it's a bit brisk out."  She looked around the property as they walked.  It was beautiful.   KyuJong had been with her since the beginning of her sojourn in Korea and thanks to him, she wasn't homesick, but now being in her home country again, a deep nostalgia hit her.

Unlocking the cottage door, KyuJong kicked off his shoes (he wasn't wearing boots, so it was easy to do) and sat his wife down on the couch.  "Tan tan!"  He sat down next to her and suddenly knew something was wrong.  "Jagi?"  He caressed her face as a tear ran down her cheek.

She pulled away and dabbed her eyes with her finger.  "Oh, mian...nae pabo.  This is the happiest day of my life and I'm suddenly homesick. "

KyuJong drew her into her arms.  "Jagiya, na was homesick in my own country, while I was in the army."  He her hair, placing soft kisses along her hairline.  "It's natural for you to be nostalgic at being back in your home country."

 - "Hajima...nae shouldn't be crying on our honeymoon."

 - "Jagiya is haengbohkae, gwenchana.  Now...," he began to remove her shoes.

 - "Jongie...," she tried stopping him.  "Gwenchana, na can remove my own shoes."

 - "Mollah...see, na already removed one shoe while you were protesting."  He removed the second shoe and gave her stockinged foot a kiss.  "Relax, I'll be right back.  Anae can't follow me out; I've already removed her shoes."

Emily smiled at her extremely sweet and thoughtful husband.  "I'll start the water for tea and we can have those scones when you bring them in."

 - "Deh."  They had stopped in town for a few groceries and couldn't pass up scones from the bakery.

Emily filled the kettle and placed it on the stove to boil.  She rummaged through the cupboard; by then, he had brought their luggage into the bedroom and then went to find her in the kitchen.  "I'll go back for our groceries; our bags are in the bedroom.  Anja, you look restless," he lovingly rubbed her shoulders.

 - "Oh..., it's because you won't let me help and I'm stuck here just watching."

 - "Rest nae yeo Wangnim (Queen), dangsin-ui Wang (your king) will be right back and we can have our royal tea.  Someone brought back more than just scones from the bakery."

Emily smiled, "Na couldn't decide!"

 - "Gwenchana...anja before I pick you up and drop you on the couch."

Emily had a smart retort on the tip of her tongue but held it in.  "Pali!" she gave him a kiss.  "There's more if you come back quickly."

 - "I'll run!"

Emily didn't sit but decided to start putting their things away in the bedroom.  The room was much more ornate than anything in Seoul; very gothic but not gaudy.  The four-poster King size bed was making her imagination wander, along with the mirror on the wall next to it.  "Soon enough...," she tapped her cheek and shook her head to dispel any incriminating thoughts.  Her toiletry bag was the easiest to start with, so she walked with it to the bathroom.   Half of its walls in marble green tile, while the other half was painted red.  Emily found the contrast very soothing.  She slowly placed her items on the shelf and wondered what was taking her husband so long.  Her gaze drifted to the right with its tub and overhead shower; despite the chill in the room, she felt heat on her cheeks.  The morning's shower was very nice; more than nice and couldn't help wondering what a soak in the tub would be like.  She didn't realize, she'd stopped putting things away and hugged her curling iron to her body.

He had washed her body very gently, just like he'd removed her wedding dress.  She tried not to ogle his body but couldn't help it most of the time.  He was beautiful, not at all scrawny nor lanky.  His muscles were well defined, not an ounce of flab existed on him, which was more than she could say for herself.  She couldn't help grinning as she passed the washcloth over his arms and enjoyed every muscle.  Blushing, she had teased his also perfect abs.  Of course, she was biased, he was perfect everywhere.  "Yeobo wants to go into the city...deh?"  She'd dipped the washcloth further down and he had to remind her not to start what she wasn't willing to finish.

 - "Deh..." she quickly brought the washcloth to his backside and he crushed her to him with a kiss that inflamed her entire body.  "Y-yah..." she said a little out of breath.  "That-that's cheating."

 - "Chincha?  Then wae is Anae still have her hands on my ?"  Emily gasped and dropped the washcloth.  She stepped back and almost slipped, but he held on to her.  "Yeobo still has a few dirty spots," he teased as he brought the washcloth over her bottom.

 - "Yeobo is definitely cheating!"

 - "Should I stop?"

 - "Yeobo!  The kettle was whistling." KyuJong's arms suddenly wrapped around Emily's waist.

Startled, she dropped the curling iron on her foot.  "Bloody (Damn)...!"

KyuJong wondered at her expletive but decided to ignore it as she was hopping around on one foot.  He scooped her up, taking her to the bedroom which was the next room over.  Depositing her on the bed, he crouched down, taking her foot in his hand.  "Gwenchana?  Where did it hurt?"

 - "Gwenchana, it'll be fine in a minute," she tried to pull her foot away.

 - "Anngwenchana," he continued rubbing soothing circles on the top of her foot, with his thumbs.  "What was yeobo doing that she didn't hear me or the kettle?”

 - "A-amugotdoyo!  Na was just putting things away!"  She sounded defensive and bit her lip trying not to blush.

KyuJong studied her through his long eyelashes, "deh?  Then wae does jagi look guilty."

 - "Anieyo!"

KyuJong wouldn't let her foot go and his soothing touch was not relaxing her, but quite another feeling.  "Jagi must have dropped the iron on purpose so na could massage her feet," he let go of the injured foot and began with the other one.

 - "A-anieyo...yeobo startled me."  She was looking everywhere but at KyuJong, not understanding why after three years, she suddenly couldn't help being aroused by his slightest touch.  "You're on your honeymoon, idiot!"  She told herself.  "Let's have tea..." she tried to hop off the bed, but he wouldn't let her.  One hand gently massaged her calf and the other her foot.

KyuJong didn't plan on stopping until he was good and ready.  Yes, in torturing his wife, he was needlessly torturing Himself as well.  "Jagiya must be a little warm, her face is flushed."

Emily had stopped fighting and was indeed letting the warmth of his hands spread up the length of her body.  Her eyes had been closed, leaning back on her hands; his voice suddenly woke her back up to her surroundings.  "Ani-ani!  Na must have gotten a bit wind burnt this morning."

KyuJong was openly grinning at his sweet wife.  "Chincha?"  He stopped what he was doing and sat on the bed.  "Let me see?"  He held her face in his warm hands as he scrutinized her; Emily could feel her face getting even warmer.  His thumb a circle on one cheek.  "It doesn't feel burnt?"  He slowly gave the other cheek a kiss.  "This one doesn't either.  How about..." he pressed his lips to hers, very softly at first and when she'd gotten over the surprise trick, he slowly built up his momentum and lowered her back on to the bed.  "Your lips aren't chapped," he said in between kisses.  "Should we check the tips of your ears?"  He gave the tip of her ear a damp kiss and blew on it and then repeated the process with her earlobe.  Pulling down the turtleneck he gave her neck the same treatment.

She heard a whimper escape her lips, but couldn't help herself.  He wasn't playing fair.  "K-KyuJong...?"  His lips had left hers and now the warmth he'd built up in her was slowly dissipating.  She looked up to see his sweet smile.

 - "Nae yippeun yeo Wangnim (Queen)," he crashed his lips into hers once more.  "Mian..." he said to her jaw.  "Nae lips are greedy for yours.  May I...take a few more and then we can have our tea?"

As if Emily's heart, couldn't burst anymore..."Wangnim!  All of me is yours to take!"  She pulled him back down to her, taking control, lest she self-combust.  His hands gently explored her body over her sweater, while hers urged him on while she raked her fingers through his hair, not letting him stop.  Just when time stood still and everything around them had faded and the only things that mattered were each other’s kisses and pleasurable caresses, the rumbling of Emily's hungry stomach broke the trance.  She tried to ignore it and hope he didn't hear.  She was sure the continuation of their current activities would cure any hunger for food.

KyuJong heard a rumbling and it wasn't him; his wife wasn't saying anything and that wasn't right.  "Jagiya...," he slowly brought her back down to earth.  "Na will not let you go hungry over my insatiable need for your lips," he traced the growing pout.

 - "Gwenchana...," her stomach chose to call her a liar at that moment and grumble loudly enough to where there was no mistaking that the sound had come from her.

 - "There's plenty of time, deh?"  He gave her lips another peck.  "Na want to make love to anae more than she can imagine, hajiman...not like this.  Not putting nae own desires above your comfort.  Kaja..."

 - "Jongie...I swear I'm going to have to tie you up and have my way with you."  KyuJong fell back on the bed with laughter and brought her back into his arms.  "Yah...I'm not joking."

 - "Deh...na didn't think you were.  Saranghae nae anae, even when your impatience comes through.  Kyopta.  Good things come to those who wait, deh?  Let's have our tea and scones and then go walk around the grounds."  He pulled her back up and surprised her by lifting her in his arms.

 - "Jongie!"

 - "Choa having anae in nae arms or on nae back."

 - "Saranghae...," Emily wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

 - "Nado, kaja before anae tells her Appa, I'm starving her."  Emily laughed.  Firstly, KyuJong knew how close she was to her Father and secondly, it wasn't food she was starving for.  "Ahh...na wander what jagi is thinking, hokshina if I'm nice to her, she'll tell me later."

 - "Hokshina if nampyeon is very nice to anae."

KyuJong set her down on the chair with a kiss on the forehead.  "Na will serve nae Yeo Wangnim."

Emily Stood back up, she wanted to take care of him, not the other way around.  "Anieyo...let me serve you.  Na haven't even had the chance to ever make you tea or coffee!"  They usually went out for coffee after the clinics closed and they almost always went out to eat, so she'd never even made him a proper meal, yet.

 - "Anja..." he had already placed the scones and their fixings on the table with some plates and cups; all he needed to do was serve the tea.  "Na want to do everything for you today," he was shooing her back to her seat and crouched down, taking her hands in his.  "Na want anae to feel like nae most cherished yeo Wangnim.  Na want to do everything for you, at least for today, tonight...or hokshina a few days.  To the yeoja who took the train almost every free day to come see me while at Nonsan, to the yeoja who took great pains to bring me any treat na wanted, to the yeoja who begged her Appa for money to buy a car while she was still an intern, just so she could come and go to Nonsan as soon as na needed her.  To the yeoja who always had a smile for me, when the weight of the training center, Sunbae, and YoungSaeng's issues, got to be too much.  To the yeoja that will walk at nae side every day for the rest of nae life, eottoke?  What can I not do for her?"

Emily dabbed the corner of her eyes. "God, Jongie...and you wonder why I fell head over heels for you?  You're perfect, gomawo.  Hajiman...remember how I ran to you, every time na was homesick and every time something happened within my team, making me furious or frustrated?  Just anticipating your reply to nae text always made me feel better. This namja ruined me for anyone else.  All na could see when na closed my eyes, was his flirty smile and dashing good looks.  Nampyon...the tea is getting cold."  They could continue painting eachother's virtues all night long and nothing would ever get accomplished.

 - "Deh, Mama (her royal highness) ..." he kissed both her hands and stood to serve the tea.  They fed each other re-warmed scones.  KyuJong smeared whipped cream on his wife's cheek and then kissed the same spot.   Emily, in turn, kissed his creamy lips and then ran her tongue over her own removing the excess.  "Masheesuhyo!  Even the Ritz Carlton in Seoul doesn't have scones and cream this good."

 - "Ah...and who has nae anae been going to the Ritz with?  Eh?"

 - "Omo...is nampyon jealous?"

KyuJong laughed.  "Jeogumyo, na want to be always at your side.  Alguesubnida, there are times when that is not possible.  Na won't begrudge you time with other yeoja."

 - "Na should forbid your time with the trouble-making dongsaeng and Hyeong," she said.  "Hajiman I trust you.  And if nampyeon doesn't join them, who will keep them in line for their yeoja."

 - "Aigoo," he smiled.  "They are a handful, hajiman...the best chingu ever."

 - "Deh..." his wife agreed.

The dark evening had quickly descended upon Belle Grove, the small converted farm they were staying in.  They had sipped their tea and ate their snack over sweet words and loving glances.  It was the ideal setting for a newlywed couple to get to know each other.  Time moved at a slower pace in the country and there was nowhere they absolutely had to be.  They would be exploring London the following week with her parents.  This week was all for and about them.

The conversation had stopped and neither one realized it; perhaps neither could remember what they had just been talking about.  KyuJong couldn't take his eyes of his lovely wife.  Her hair was just a little disheveled due to the knit cap she had been wearing and their earlier tumble on the bed.  Emily noticed her husband's face getting a tint of red, which made her own face feel a little warm as she wondered what he was thinking about.  "Jongie...wae?"

 - "Mwo?"  He woke at the sound of her voice.  "A-ani," he quickly stood and took her plate to the sink.  Taking a deep breath, he began to rinse the plates.  "Jagiya, let's go for a walk."  He hoped she didn't think he was trying to avoid making love to her, but he didn't want to make this time with her just about .  There was more to being intimate than that.  Waiting a few more hours wouldn't kill them, he thought.

 - "Ah?  Oh, if that's what nampyon wants to do, we can," she tried to hide her impatience and disappointment, but he heard it in her voice.

He turned and smiled tenderly at her, standing behind her chair, he wrapped his arms around her neck and trailed small kisses from her ear, down her jaw and as he stopped, she turned her head to see him.  That's when he brought his lips to hers, passionately asking for her patience and trust.  Once Emily was thoroughly melted from his kiss, he again disarmed her with his beautiful smile.  "Change into something warmer, deh?"  She nodded and ran off to throw on a pair of warm leggings, instead.

The newlyweds had slowly walked into the little village of Westhall, enjoyed an early dinner at the Racehorse Pub, where friendly patrons drank and offered drinks in honor of the newlyweds.  After a few toasts, too many and enduring friendly ribald remarks, the couple walked hand in hand back toward their cottage, letting the crisp air sober them up.  KyuJong, thanks to his friends, had a fair tolerance to alcohol and his wife a little more so.  He walked right next to her, ready to save her from harm at a moment’s notice.  The moonless night and their inebriated status made it difficult to see and walk.  “Anae saranghae!” KyuJong suddenly blurted into the dark.

 - “Nampyon saranghae!”  Emily ran out in front of him, nearly tripping.

KyuJong wasted no time closing the gap between.  “Aigoo, aigoo, aigoo, nae Emily sarang.”  He had her securely wrapped in his arms.  “Haengobohkae?”  He gave the top of her head a kiss then ran his fingers through her long hair, starting from the base of her neck downward.

Emily shivered at the chill his cold fingers left behind.  He wasn’t wearing his gloves.  She instinctively burrowed giggling into his chest.  "Mmm," she inhaled the scent of his cologne off his jacket.  "Masheesuhyo!"  Her voice rang out just a little louder than it should have.  She cringed at the sound of her voice.  "Mian...," said a muffled voice.

 - "Gwenchana..." he gave her embarrassed face a few kisses, ending with a not so playful one on her lips.  "There's nothing around but farmland, jagiya might have disturbed a few owls, but that's all.  We're about halfway back; does jagiya want me to carry her?"

 - "Anieyo!  people will start to wonder where my legs are."

 - "Nae jagiya is nomu gwiyogi.  Arraso, kaja, it's getting cold."

 - "Ani, I'm comfortable," Emily hadn't quite sobered up.  She didn't think she drank more than her husband, but perhaps she did.  He was almost completely sober.  "Nampyon is already sober," she pouted.

 - "Jogeumyo.  Na have practice drinking with the namja and having to make it all the way back to my cabin.  Kaja," he tucked her arm in his.  "We should continue walking."

 - "A cruise ship sounds much more fun than nae internship was.  Ani, I take that back.  Na loved it when we worked with kids.  Hajiman...na want to go on a cruise.  Will nampyon take me?"

 - "Arraso...Holland America comes into Incheon; we can take a one-way cruise to Hong Kong.  How about for our two year anniversary, after our child is one in western years?"  They had agreed to wait six months to a year, before starting a family.  KyuJong wanted to have enough money in the bank for a year's lease on their apartment.  He was even considering a villa, though he knew his wife would want to stay close to Mina and YiHyun.

Emily remained quiet, thinking about their next vacation and of course, having a baby.  "Na want a winter baby."

 - "Winter might be too soon, how about spring."

 - "Mollah...and summer is too hot to have a baby or to be pregnant according to Suzy."

 - "Hokshina we'll start trying this summer, then dtal will be a spring baby like HaEun."

 - "Dtal?"  Emily grinned.

 - "Dtal...and na want her to look just like Umma."

 - "Na will have to think about that...I'll have to see what agassi (sister in law) looked like as a baby."

 - "Kyopta..." KyuJong remembered the three-year-old boy welcoming his baby sister home with great anticipation.  "Ah!  There's the farm entrance.  Kaja!"  He began to run, dragging his wife with him until they passed the gates, both laughing and a little winded.  Just inside he came to a halt and slowly kissed his wife in the shadows, just outside the detection of the motion lights.  "Kaja, let's get anae warm."

 - "Mmm, nampyon was doing a good job of that already."

 - "Saranghae," he said, with his lips hovering over hers.

 - "Nado saranghae," she didn't wait for him, but held his head hostage and stole a kiss.

 - "Anae cheated," he mock pouted.

 - "What is nampyon going to do about it?"

 - "Na think I'll have to take you prisoner;" without warning, he swooped her into his arms, making her scream.  Thankfully, they were still a little far from the cottages.

Arriving at their door he, unfortunately, had to put her down to unlock it.  It was a further walk then he anticipated, but he didn't mind.  He kept himself fit and though he was a little tired, he'd do it all over again instantly.  His wife's face was flushed with laughter and the cold air.  He loved her always cheerful demeanor.  "Saranghae, did you know?"

 - "Ani..." she wrapped her arms around his neck.  "Prove it."

They had their own private garden; there was no fear of being seen.  He kissed her slowly and tenderly, savoring her sweet lips.  He didn't stop; with one hand on her neck and one hand around her waist, holding her close, he brought their kiss from gentle to consuming.  Just like their love.  KyuJong finally remembered they were still outside and reluctantly ended the kiss; he leaned his forehead against hers and held her face gently in the palm of his hand.  "Jagiya, kaja inside.  There's no need to be in the cold when we can be warm inside."

 - "Gwenchana, nampyon keeps me warm."

With one more kiss, he opened the door.  "Would anae like some wine or tea?"

Emily shook her head 'no'

 - "Pigonhaeyo?  Should we get comfortable?"

Emily nodded her head enthusiastically.  "Na will grab my things and use the loo (bathroom) first, deh?"

 - "Deh..." he took her lips again in a lingering kiss with lots of promise.  "Don't rush, deh?  Na will change in the room, while you're in there."

 - "Arraso?"  Emily couldn't read his smile, it was a bit mysterious.

While KyuJong told his wife not to rush, he did the opposite, thankfully he'd kept his things separate from hers or she might have accidentally spoiled the surprise.  JungMin had brought him battery operated lights, which he quickly wrapped around the frame of the King Sized four poster bed, making them a canopy of lights, he set a cluster of artificial tea lights in red stained glass holders on the two nightstands and on the dresser, he placed three scented pillar candles over a mirrored tray.

- "Dude, these are Ylang Ylang," JungMin had told him.  "The scent is an aphrodisiac, trust me, it works."

KyuJong could barely look at poor Suzy the rest of the evening without blushing and wondering how his friend had come upon this knowledge.  Even now, he shook his head to remove any images that threatened to take up residence there.

Emily took her time in the bathroom; her heart was racing with excitement.  After washing off her makeup, she applied her nightly toner and facial moisturizer as well as moisturizer to her hands and feet.  That done, she dusted her chest, neck, and décolleté with a kissable body shimmer.  It was a gift from one of her friends from back home.

 - "Now, Em, it tastes just like cotton candy.  After a light dusting, you'll literally have him eating out of your hand."

 - "Or elsewhere..." another friend added.

  - "Pyuntae!"  Emily tried to drown out the sound of her teasing friends.  Dressed in a lightly ruffled, cream chiffon, low back romper, she debated on wearing the matching robe or not.  the robe was more of a flyaway sheer caplet that only came to her waist.  Without It, she might as well be , she thought.  Throwing on the robe, she studied her image in the mirror.  "Well, no need to pinch some color into your face."  Her cheeks were perfectly flushed from the wayward thoughts flashing through her brain.  "Your hair does need to be fluffed," she told herself.  "Aigoo!"  She fanned Her face, feeling suddenly warm.  "Why is this so nerve-wracking?!  It's not like you haven't done this before?"  The honeymoon night felt like it was a pass or fail for the rest of their marriage.  "This is absurd!  You saw him starkers () just this morning!"  Scolding her silliness, she picked up the blow dryer.  A wistful smile adorned her face while she removed side effects of the hat she'd worn all day.

KyuJong heard the sound of a blow dryer and exhaled in relief.  He'd just finished setting up the candles and electric lights and was contemplating whether or not to wrap the two back posts.   By the time the blow dryer stopped, he had been sitting on the bed, with the room lamps turned off, enjoying his handy work and thinking his wife would too.  He'd been completely distracted by the soft glow the lights and candles cast over the room, the silence behind the bathroom door had just registered in his brain.  KyuJong hadn't even changed yet.  "Jagiya," he Knocked on the door a little nervously.  "Mianhae...I was sidetracked for a few minutes, looking for something.  Can you give me five more minutes before coming out?"

- "Oh?  Arraso?"  Emily wondered what He could have been doing for so long.  She had been getting herself ready for a while.  "Guys don't prepare for the wedding night, do they?!"  She called out to him from behind the door. 

 - "Mollah!  Anae will have to wait and find out!"  KyuJong quickly stripped out of his clothes while Emily returned to the mirror, grinning.  Thankfully, nothing had been put away yet.  Throwing on a pair of pajama pants, he neatly placed the discarded clothes in a bag for washing later. The thermostat was set at a comfortable 19c (67F), perfect for snuggling or other activities.  KyuJong didn't need to wear a shirt.   

Spritzing cologne in the air, he stepped under it and ran to the kitchen with hairbrush and toothbrush.

Emily began to get impatient.  She had applied lip gloss and carefully looked herself over before deciding to dust her upper arms and thighs with just a little of the shimmering powder.  She had locked herself in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes.  "Enough stalling," she said.  "This namja better be ready."  Impatience won out nerves and she turned the doorknob.  "Ready or not, here I come!"  Stepping into the bedroom, Emily was in awe and very moved that he would have put so much thought into their first official night together.  "Jongie-yah?"  She wondered where her husband was hiding.

KyuJong brushed his teeth, scrubbed his face with cold water and was now running damp hands through his hair.  He hadn't heard his wife calling and rounded the corner into the hallway, running right into her.  "Omo!  Gwenchana?"  He grabbed hold of her in case she stumbled and fell.

 - "Well, hello?"  The hall was only illuminated by the short reach of Christmas tree lights in the living room and the lights in the bedroom didn't reach at all but her husband's bare chest didn't need illumination.  Her hands had instinctively rose to block the collision and now settled quite appreciatively on the perfectly sculpted pecs.  "Choah," her eyes had adjusted to the dim light and could now make out the almost translucent white pajama pants.  Emily dared any of her friends to have a handsomer husband.  "Nomu choah."

 - "Deh?"  He loved the way her eyes shone in the dim light; he could see the sparkle of mischief and admiration.  "Nado choah; nomu choah."  He mimicked her words as his eyes took in her lingerie. 

It was alluring and yet still modest; the right mix of y and sweet.  He'd seen her bare legs in shorts many times and even in a bathing suit, but not quite like this.  Though he'd had a sneak preview while he 'helped' her change and their quick shower.  Now he could truly appreciate all of her beauty.  "Yippeun."

The two remained in a trance, smiling and staring at each other.  Emily couldn't turn her gaze away if she wanted to.  His eyes spoke admiration and love and his hands on her waist spread warmth all the way down.  The warmth was beginning to spread to her face and she had to break eye contact.  It felt like they were making love with just their eyes and was almost as intense as the real thing.  Needing a reprieve from his heated stare, she leaned into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.  "Should na call you Yeobo?"  His chest was a little cold from the drafty hallway.  "Isn't Yeobo cold?"

 - "Whatever anae wants to call me...is fine."  Her hands began to move on his back, occasionally running her fingernails on his lower back.  "Chuwoh anieyo (I'm not cold), hajiman...anae is making goosebumps appear on my arm."  She giggled unrepentantly and he lifted her face, pausing her mirth with his lips.  He ended the kiss with a few more kisses and while her head was still in a fog, he hoisted her into his arms.

 - "Yeobo!"

 - "Kaja...na have been keeping anae in the cold hall entirely too long."  Carrying her back into the bedroom, he laid her gently on the turned down bed.  He'd been waiting for this moment for too long, but didn't want to rush.  Half the excitement was in the anticipation.  He climbed in after her and indulged in a few more kisses and then tucked her into the crook of his elbow.

Emily pouted wanting more kisses, but snuggled in next to him, enjoying the lights above them and around them.  "Gomawo for decorating the room, you really know how to make me feel special."  She leaned over him and teased his lips with hers.

 - "That's because anae is special," he caught her face in his hands and stopped her teasing.  "Jagiya...saranghae...saranghae...saranghae."  he placed damp kisses on her neck, traveling to her collarbone.  At least there was no pressure to have a honeymoon baby since they decided to wait a while; they could just use this time to indulge in themselves.  He went back to her lips, kissing her without restraint, he'd save her s for later.  Emily urged his kisses deeper with a tug on the back of his hair.  She loved to run her fingers through his wonderful shag.  They picnicked often and KyuJong would lay his head on her lap letting her have her way with his hair.  He almost always dozed off that way and she would contentedly just stare at him for however long.  Usually, not long enough.

Currently, there was nothing soothing about his wife's hands; they urged him to lose control with her.  The night was still young and he wasn't ready to lose control yet.  He slowed down and paused so they could catch their breath.  KyuJong lay facing her, running his hands through her hair and down her arm, when he thought if something.  Without telling her anything, he leaned forward, giving her neck a few slow .

 - "Jongie?"  He made her shiver at the first contact of his warm tongue.

He couldn't help grin.  "Aleumdan (beautiful)..." she was very beautiful to him, mostly due to her foreign features and vivacious personality, opposite of his.  Seeing her now, by the dim light and the undisguised arousal in her eyes, made his heart race.  "Na...always knew na Jagiya was sweet and yet, she tastes sweet too."

Emily blushed but answered as boldly as she could.  "Deh...," she couldn't look him in the eyes, but looked down at his chest and brought her hand forward to touch him.  It wasn't as if she could resist.  "Choah?"  A wide grin adorned her face as she asked.

 - "Mmm..." if she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to pace himself.  "Where else does jagiya taste so sweet?"

 - "Mollah...Yeobo will just have to wait and find out," she threw his own words back at him and cautiously lifted her eyes to his.  Her fingers continued their exploration; she felt the way his heart beating quickly under them.  She was sure her own beat was just as fast.  Whoever said love had no symptoms was a liar.  Practically in a cool room, she felt feverish everywhere his eyes or hands touched.

 - "Chincha?  What if na can't wait?"  He dared himself to touch her intimately and with his remaining self-restraint, began to move his hand from her neck down to her chest.  His touch was gentle and seductive all at once, teasing her by circling the same spot a few times before continuing.  The fingers dipped in and out of the fabric surrounding the generous V neck of her romper.  He kept his eyes on hers, wanting to see every emotion they displayed.

Emily was trapped by his gaze, as her hands also glided over his chest and downward.  While she teased his perfect abs, his fingers were dancing in and out of the 'V' between her s, making her breathless.  Perhaps there was something to be said for marrying a doctor.  They knew what they were doing in bed.  She knew exactly what she wanted to do to him and couldn't wait any longer.  His fingers had stopped as if waiting for her signal.  Her fingers glided over his waist, smoothing the fabric over his hip and cupped his one very toned cheek.  "Nampyon doesn't have to wait."

KyuJong exhaled, trying to still his heart and not make hasty and sloppy movements.  There would be time for that another day.  Today he wanted to drink her in like the sweetest of wines.  Slowly and carefully, he moved her to her back and dipped his head to the V, tasting her sweet confection.  "Masheesuhyo," He spoke quietly and Emily swore his voice resonated from her s down to her core.  He had one leg entwined with hers and she let one foot inch up his pant leg.  He grinned, but continued traveling up along the sides of the 'V' the V to her collarbone and then repeated the process on the other side.  His next assault was her shoulder; he brought the romper down, exposing them both.  Giving each one damp playful nips, he trapped her legs under his, driving her crazy and prior to indulging in her s, he took her lips again, making her protest.  "Aleumdan, chincha," he said after making love to her tongue.  Emily got satisfaction now as he was within her reach and let her hands caress his thighs and .  She was about to pull on the drawstring when he stopped her and inched his way down out her reach, but within grasp of her s.  He lavished all his attention on her "ivory swells” until her back arched to receive him.

Emily decided she was going to torture her husband well, just as soon as he let her up.  He had abandoned her s and was now torturing her by slowly inching the romper down below her navel and kissing the newly exposed flesh as he went.  "J-jongie...," she bit her lip as his tongue circled her navel.  "Just you wait until I get my hands on-on...” she was rendered speechless when his tongue dipped into the little indentation.

 - "Anae was saying...?"  He blew his warm breath on her damp skin, kissed and repeated.  His hands getting bored softly moved back and forth over the sensitive space between her legs.  Emily couldn't say anything but tremble at his touch.  Her romper would have to be washed in the morning, but that was the furthest thing from her mind.  KyuJong continued a more detailed exploration of his wife's body than he had accomplished in the bride's room.  Her legs were long, toned, and lovely as was the rest of her.  "Yippeun," he couldn't say it enough as his lips found more of the sweet powder on her thighs.

Emily was barely conscious as her husband had brought her to a peak, just using his skilled fingers and kisses.  He now kissed her cute face and lips tenderly as she 'recovered'.  "Omo!  You are in so much trouble, mister."  Having recovered, she kissed him back passionately.

KyuJong was in danger of losing control.  This woman went from sweet to vixen in 0-60 and yes, he loved every single facet of her personality.  Currently, her lips had left his, leaving them cold, but her tongue swirling on his neck made the rest of him warm.  He groaned, "Jagiya doesn't have to do this.  Na want to love you and cherish you as the most precious person in nae life, nae Wangbi."

  - "That's not fair," she began to give his collarbone the same treatment.  "Na...want to…love...and cherish you...as the most precious person...in my life."

Her breath tickled in a very pleasing way while she moved down his body as she spoke.  He swallowed nervously as her kisses and caresses drew near to the waistline of the pants.  "Jeongmal...jagiya doesn't have to do this...for me...hhhajima...na won't mind too much."  He drew in his breath as her hand dipped under the waistband and her tongue ran circles around his navel.  He wasn't one to 'hook up' with just anyone and it had been a long time since he'd had a special girl in his life.  He was quickly losing control.

 - "Mmm...masheesuhyo..."

KyuJong thought for sure he would disgrace himself if he let her continue with her teasing.  "Jagiya...hajimaseyo..."  He closed his eyes trying to shut off every tingling nerve as she eased off his pajama bottoms and nuzzled his thighs on the way down.  "Jagiya, eeliwah," he crooked his finger at her.

 - "Wae?"  Her fingers traced circles along his thighs coming closer to the part that distinguished him as man.  "Nampyon jal saeng gyeoss-eo (My husband is handsome)."  The awkward business of undressing was over and Emily felt relieved and playful.  Her husband was gorgeous, Greek gods were nothing in comparison.  It seemed he didn't mind her at all either.  She blushed at her thoughts and inched her hands up his legs, wanting to pleasure him the way he did for her.  She didn't care for it when her ex expected it of her but KyuJong was different and well, she was much older now.  She wanted to give herself to him with all she had.

 - "Jagiya...chincha...th-this isn't necessary."

 - "Judging by the way someone is behaving, I think it it's extremely necessary."

KyuJong took a deep breath and when his wife had leaned over not properly balanced, he sat up, pushing her onto her back.  "Anieyo...this is..." he his lips hugged hers, very sweetly at first as he gently parted her legs and began to there.  His tongue began a dance with hers and then he filled her suddenly.  "Emily-ah, saranghae," he moved from her lips to her lovely s as she arched her back in pleasure.

 - "Nado...!" she was barely able to reply due to the sensations he was giving her.  KyuJong took it slow at first, building up her pleasure.  When he felt her hands on his bottom, pulling him closer, he did his best to oblige.  He made love to her slowly and deeply, following her whimpers and moans to fulfill her desire.

It was already morning in Seoul; KyuJong and Emily should be exhausted as if they’d stayed up all night.  After making love and cleaning up, they curled up under the thick blankets, talking.  They lay face to face and still touching in some capacity, either holding hands or giving each other light caresses.  "Anae can't stop smiling, haengbohkae?"

 - "Mmm," she wrapped an arm around his waist.  "You're perfect.  Eottoke am I so fortunate to have met you?"

 - "Ani...jagiya is perfect and nomu yippeun, eottoke am I the fortunate namja to have receive her sarang?"

 - "Na think it was love at first sight," she giggled.  "Na hadn't dated anyone in years, along comes a really lush (attractive) Korean namja that can be on the cover of GQ and na just really took a fancy to him."

 - "Na met a foreign girl, yippeun and she was also a Doctor and spoke Korean very well.  Choah the way her large expressive eyes sparkled when she laughed.  Despite that we had just met and she was a foreigner, she talked with such ease and confidence.  She was almost my opposite in that department and naega positive that I fancied her too.  That's wae na asked for her number."

Emily smiled at her husband's praises.  Who doesn't like to be told they are pretty and their eyes sparkle?  "Gomawo."

 - "Wae?"

 - "For our wedding, making it more westernized and getting YiHyun to agree, for serenading me on the dance floor, for wanting to visit my home country, for the beautiful decorations to this room...there's so much!"  Emily looked up where the small clear lights still twinkled and the tealights on the end tables danced in their colorful holders and the sweet aroma coming from the candles on the dresser.  "Na can't believe you did all this in such a short time.  Ani...actually I can...nampyeon is perfect."

KyuJong laughed and blushed just a little under her praise.  "Anieyo...Anae is a special yeoja," he kissed her hand.  "Na wanted to make the evening even more special for her."

 - "You being you makes everything special.  Saranghae,” he sounded like a broken record, but couldn't stop telling her he loved her.

And Emily didn't get tired of hearing it.  "Nado saranghae..." he kissed her sparkling eyes and nuzzled her face before slowly pressing his lips to hers, his hands splayed over her , as they were still unclothed, not willing look for their clothes somewhere on the floor.  "Nomu saranghae," he deepened the kiss and brought his fingers down her spine.  A short gasp escaped her lips from his pleasing touch and soon she was in bliss as his fingers and lips had found just the right spot.

KyuJong was giving me a hard time wanting to make everything perfect for Emily.  I stared the Belle Grove website until I made myself dizzy.  Hahaha

This chapter concludes section III:  Redemption.  Well, as usual:  Subscribe, Vote & Comment!  This is a section end, so I expect all you quiet little reader mice to come out.

Saranghae!!