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When you were having dinner Jiyong kept throwing glances at you. You sensed why he was behaving like that but you wanted to a bit more. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but keep pretending like you didn't feel when he made few tries to do skinship since you went out of the pool. When you finished eating, you stayed downstairs and insisted to help Jiyong's mother even if she said that she was perfectly fine without your help today. You wondered if your omoni sensed the atmosphere too during dinner. When you were done finishing all your "works" downstairs, you slowly started climbing up the stairs. 

 Jiyong was lying on the bed in his bathrobe with slightly wet hair. His eyes were closed and you assumed that he was already drifting asleep. You tried to make no noise and walked in the bathroom. 

After taking a hot bath you felt like all your tiredness was washed away. You didn't want to wake up your husband and decided to not use your hair dryer. You walked out of the bathroom and started to apply cream on your face. As you were standing in front of the mirror, you looked at your messy hair and sighed. That was the prize for not using hair dryer.

Jiyong's POV

I was watching her from behind and wondered why she didn't sense it yet. I assumed that she believed that I was asleep. Cause in other time she would sense that I was observing her from behind and look over her shoulder. I knew that she was sensitive. 

- Babyyyy, - I huskily voiced out, still lying on the bed and letting her know that I wasn't asleep. She looked over her shoulder with a surprised expression.

- Weren't you sleeping? - she asked.

- I can't sleep, because you are not here with me. In my arms, - I made a dramatic expression to show how much I felt lonely without her and finished with a playful smile.

- Weren't you okay until now? - she chuckled.

- No, I wasn't okay, - I pouted at her. She chuckled again. - Or wait, are you telling me that you were hurt that I didn't do anything other than hugs the last few days? - I got excited at my sudden genious deduction and raised an eyebrow at her, playfully smirking.

- What?! Why is your head full of unrealistic things? - she rolled her eyes at me.

- Of course my head is full of unrealistic things. I'm a designer after all, - I smiled at her childishly.

- Thanks for telling me, - she chuckled. - But wait, then what about me? Don't I look like a designer for you? - she pouted at me. She looked so cute that it was hard to not think about her lips anymore.

- No, no, no, no. Of course, you're a designer. You will be one, - I gave her a warm smile. She smiled back. And that was it. I lost my patience. I swiftly got up from the bed and slowly walked up to her switching off the light on my way. As soon as I got to her, I s my arms around her waist from behind. She tried to ask me something but I cut her off:

- Shhh, just let me enjoy the moment, - I rested my chin on the crook of her neck. Her scent was intoxicating.

- Okay, - she replied calmly. I felt that she was smiling.

- Baby....

- Hmmm? 

- I need you, - I sincerely confessed, waiting for her response. She stayed silent for a minute. But then I got impatient and started placing butterfly kisses down her bare shoulder. Her body was wrapped only in a towel and it was even more. She relaxed her body and rested her head on my shoulder. Even though I didn't see it I knew that her eyes were closed. My kisses changed into longer ones. And I on the crook of her neck. She moaned and turned around, still in my arms. She looked in my eyes and I felt like I just exposed my whole soul to her. I bit my lower lip and stared at her lips. She s her arms around my neck and locked her lips with mine. My grip around her waist tightened. Our tongues were fighting for a dominance and I won as expected. I knew that I was the first one who she had a french kiss with. I didn't even have to ask her to know this. I knew it just because even if she looked strong and a heartbreaker type of girl on the outside she was too innocent on the inside. 

I trailed kisses from her jawline down to her neck and then her chest. As I was kissing her I could hear her heartbeat and I felt happy. Because her heartbeat was as fast as mine. It was my first time feeling so excited and nervous at the same time. I couldn't expess this feeling. I just really needed her. I nuzzled on the skin between her s and realized that I had to get rid off the towel wrapper around her body first. I lowered my head even more and bit on the piece of the towel where it was tied. I moved my head up a bit and succeeded unwrapping the towel from her body. The towel magically went down her body and hit the floor. I looked at her in awe. Her body was shining in the moonlight. She was too beautiful to describe. She had only little piece of red on her body so she tried to cover her s.

- No, don't. You're beautiful, - I told her, taking her hands off. I came closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist again, slowly caressing her spine. I felt her body relax again. She placed a wet kiss on my neck, which sent shivers down my spine. Her hands reached for the belt of my bathrobe and she untied it, slowly pushing it off my body. I helped her and after a second my bathrobe was forgetten on the floor too. I bent down a bit and took her in my hands, carrying her bridal style to the bed. I laid her down on it and laid on top of her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body again. I caressed her hips and looked in her eyes. Even though her eyes were green now they looked almost like grey or grey mixed with black. I felt myself hyptonized by her beauty. Because it was my first time seeing someone as beautiful as her under the moonlight and it was my first feeling so excited and nervous at the same time. She was different for me. She was special.  

- Are you...ready? - I asked her, looking in her eyes.

- Yes. I want you to make love to me, - she replied, never losing eye contact with me...

Authors note again: To be honest, I couldn't really decide whether to write the detailed description of Jiyong and Jiwoo's "first time" or to leave it for your imagination. In case, you want to read what happened after Jiwoo's reply to Jiyong, please let me know. Cause I'm not sure if you want to read it or not.