She woke up and stared at his face, giving his nose a quick kiss before he shifted slowly and fluttered his eyes open. She tried moving from his embrace for she was feeling warm and the blanket over their bodies just added to the uncomfortable temperature. He did not let her escape as he forced her against him, resting his head to the side of her neck, and snoozed.

“Wooyoung,” she squirmed, hoping to set herself free from his arms.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, still not letting go.

“Don’t you have to go to work?” she asked and giggled playfully as Wooyoung’s fingers trailed on her back, tickling her.

“Later,” he grumbled and yawned as he continued tickling his wife.

“Your dad would get mad at you if you're late,” Taeyeon said as she continued chuckling.

“I’ll blame you,” he said and moved to hover over her body, shocking her with his sudden action.

Staring up at his eyes and realizing what his intentions were, she bit her lip just to a little more. He took hold of both her hands and pinned them up over her head, keeping it there as he leaned forward to kiss her head, nose, cheeks, and lips. She twisted her hands from his grip, urging him to let go so she could wrap her arms around him. He complied and continued his trail of kisses to her chin, throat, and collarbone. She was unable to suppress a soft moan from escaping her lips as he kissed her on a special spot on her neck.

His hands moved down and tugged at the end of her shirt, and she arched her back a little to make it easier for him to pull it off of her. He threw the fabric aside and looked at her for a brief moment while freeing her face from any strands of hair covering its perfection. She smiled at him as he leaned down and gave her dimple a swift kiss before she cupped his face and moved forward, letting both their lips meet.

He hurled his own shirt off of himself and she lifted her hands to touch his perfect body. He had indeed been working out. She smirked to herself, thinking how lucky she is having this Greek god for herself for the rest of her life.

“What?” he asked, pointing out her sly smile.

“You’re hot,” she told him, her smirk growing wider and wider.

He shook his head and snickered at her statement. She was trying to be y and it’s absolutely funny.

“Back at you, babe,” he said with a husky voice as his hands went lower towards the button and zipper of her shorts. He ed and ped them with ease, yanking it down to her ankles. Wiggling her feet, the shorts fell down to the floor. He kissed her briefly before pulling her up to his lap as he sat. She gave him butterfly kisses from his ear, to his jawline and another on his lips. His arms s behind her, reaching for the lock of her brassiere, and when he was successful, he unfastened it, letting the straps droop from her shoulders before ridding her of it. She pressed herself against him, chest to chest, skin to skin, as he kissed her shoulder blades, left then right. He pushed her gently so that her back is against the bed, going over her body once more as they shared a loving smooch. She tugged at his sweat pants, pulling it down a little. He reached for her hands, and continued the job for her, unclothing himself of his own trousers...

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Taeyeon said as she struggled to catch her breath.

“What’s so unbelievable about in the morning?” Wooyoung joked and kissed her cheek.

She frowned and hit him with her fist before turning her back at him.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her body towards him as they spooned. “Please don’t get mad at me.”

“If the neighbors start to complain about our noise, I’ll blame you,” she muttered.

“Blame me?” he snickered. “You’re the one with the loud voice begging me to go fas—”

“SHH!” Taeyeon turned and hit him again, her moist eyes suggesting that she was about to cry.

“No, don’t cry,” he b