Disclaimer: I don't own Mystic Messenger or any of the characters. I only own the plot of this little fic.
Author's Note: This is my first fic! Please let me know what you guys think! :)
I slowly opened the door to the cabin, while Seven continued to unload our things from his car. He'd already cleared it, searching the grounds and picking the lock on the front door before exploring the inside while I waited impatiently in the car. I hated that he wouldn't rely on me more - I wasn't completely incapable of defending myself - but the more I found out about his history, the less stubborn I tried to be about it.
"Everything okay?" he called from his car.
"Yes!" I called back as I stepped foot inside, carrying my small duffle bag with me.
The cabin was small, but cozy. There was a small living room with a dark fur rug on the ground and a coffee table that sat on top of the rug. A leather couch surrounded the area, all in front of a small fireplace, which was the focal point of the room. A small desk, complete with a legal pad and a tiny little lamp, was pushed up against the wall underneath a window that faced the backyard.
The living room attached to a little kitchenette with a tiny stove, sink and refrigerator. A door at the back of the room was half-open, but I caught a glance of a foot of a bed inside. I silently prayed there was a bathroom hidden somewhere back there.
A small shiver snuck its way up my spine and my shoulders shook. The cool mountain air breezed through the cabin. The electricity and heating unit clearly hadn't been on for awhile. It would be at least an hour before it was a comfortable temperature inside. Thank goodness Seven lent me one of his jackets.
"Sorry it's so cold," Seven said from behind me. I jumped a little at his sudden voice. "Also, sorry to scare you," he chuckled with a wink.
"It's fine," I laughed. I dropped my bag near the couch and turned to help him carry in his computer stuff.
"I got this! God Seven can carry a few bags by himself!" he said as he rushed over to take the black case I was carrying out of my hands.
I held fast to it, not letting go, and flashed him a look. I'll be damned if he doesn't even let me carry a small computer case. He stepped back, hands up in a defensive position, a small smile on his face.
"God Seven is severely chastised," he laughed. He went back to settling his things around the cabin. "Well, then, can you put it over there by the desk?"
I nodded and placed the case by three others of varying sizes he had already put down next to the desk.
"I just have one last thing to grab. I'll be right back," he said while heading toward the door. He pulled it shut behind him.
The cabin was silent. And not just the cabin, but the woods themselves. It was a different kind of atmosphere than the city, where noise was constant even if you thought it was quiet. This place was calm, tranquil. I took a deep breath, absorbing the air. It was different than Rika's apartment, too. Neither good nor bad, but just different.
I picked up my duffle bag and carried to the bedroom at the back of the cabin and set it on top of the bed.
But, wait?
Did I just claim the bedroom for myself? There was only one bed from what I could see. Does that mean Seven is going to sleep on the couch? Or would he sleep with me in the bed? A small blush started to creep across my cheeks. Eeeeek! I didn't want to make him uncomfortable! Not when he just started opening up to me!
Quickly, I snatched up my bag and headed back to the living room, hoping that I could pretend like that didn't just happen before he came back inside.
But I wouldn't be so lucky.
Seven stood at the desk, unpacking his computer equipment. He looked up and smiled at me, amber eyes crinkling behind his glasses. I hadn't heard him come back inside! Stupid secret agents!
"Looks like you claimed the bedroom already, huh?" he said with a wink.
The blush instantly returned to my cheeks, ten times worse. "I- It's- No!" I stuttered. "You can have it! You know… if you want, that is! I don't mind… Whatever makes you more comfortable. I'm a heavy sleeper, it doesn't really matter to me…I'll sleep on the couch! Or, you know, wherever…" I was rambling. Oh, man, this was so embarrassing. My eyes dropped to my feet and wandered around the cabin, never meeting his.
He laughed again. "Hey, look at me," he said as he stepped closer. I met his gaze and it was warm. "I want you to get a good night's sleep. We've had a long day, so you take the bed."
I let out a deep sigh, partially from relief but also a twinge of disappointment. Would he stay with me in the bed if I asked him to? My heart felt like it would beat out of my ribs just at the very thought. Would I ask him to?
There's no way Seven doesn't hear the quick ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum going on inside me right now. Just being next to him was intoxicating. There were so many emotions built up between us, from Rika's apartment to here.
He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to his chest, holding them there, before he tilted his forehead against mine. I could feel him breathing deeply, the warm air blowing gently on my face. "I wanted to tell you something," he started but stopped.
"Hmm?" I nudged him softly. "You can tell me anything."
"Thank you," he whispered, voice heavy with emotion. "You didn't have to be here, with me. You didn't have to come."
"I wanted to. I'll always be there for you, Saeyoung," I whispered back. His lips were so close and I was hyperaware of the small distance I could cross in order to kiss him. Should I? Would he mind?
He pulled back, but kept my hands firmly in his grip. My heart dropped. Did I say something wrong?
But the only thing in his gaze was love. His eyes were heavy and he was staring at my lips. "I love it when you say my name," he said huskily. He gulped and I saw him make a decision in a split-instant.
And then his lips were crashed down on mine.
They were hot and wet and soft, and they molded against me. It felt like molten lava. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his fluffy, red hair. Oh, did I love that red hair. I loved everything about him, from his quick wit to his fierce self-sacrificing attitude to his goofy grin.
His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, one resting in the small of my back and the other hovering at the edge of my sweater. Two fingers slipped inside the hem, teasing the bare skin of my stomach, but he made no farther advances up. I shivered, half from want and half from the coldness of his touch.
His tongue flickered over my lips and I opened my mouth, inviting a deeper kiss. His tongue teased, tasting me, but I was never one for patience so I nibbled at his bottom lip. He gasped and satisfaction spread from my smile to my toes. He liked it.
I could feel him smile against my lips before he started kissing all around my face. He kissed the corners of my lips, my nose, my forehead, my jaw, like he was trying to memorize the shape of me with his mouth alone. Slowly, his kisses travelled farther down until he met my neck.
I inhaled sharply, which encouraged him. He started sucking, licking tiny circles in the spaces his mouth attached to. Heat started to pool between my legs and I moved closer so there was no space between us.
He continued to pepper my neck with kisses down towards my collarbone. His hand move completely under my shirt to rest on my hip and it caused tingles to explode all through my body. A small moan escaped my lips before I realized what was happened, and when I did, I pulled back quickly out of his embrace and covered my mouth, eyes wide.
He stared at me, confusion and worry etched on his face, before it softened into understanding and quiet laughter.
"Your face is all red. It's so cute," a blush started to cover his own cheeks as he giggled. My embarrassment started to fade and I joined him in the giggle-sesh.
But I wasn't done. I wanted more.
I reached back up to behind his neck and pulled him down to me once more, this time with more confidence. Maybe he wouldn't run away from me again like he did at the apartment. Maybe I wouldn't make him uncomfortable.
"Moan like that again," he whispered against my lips before he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me hard. I pushed back against him, pushing my breasts against his chest, pulling him closer and closer against me, hoping he could feel how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.
"Make me," I breathed when we finally came up for breath.
A deep growl escaped his throat, so low I barely heard it, but I felt him accept my challenge. "You would test your God Seven?" he said, husky.
"Don't gods have to prove themselves to their followers or something? Prove they're worthy of worship?"
Suddenly, he pushed me against the cabin wall, almost hard enough to knock the breath out of me but never that rough. The hand that was secured behind my back moved down to grab my thigh and pull it up against him. His other hand moved up my shirt until he cupped my breast and rubbed, massaging it over the fabric of my bra.
Electricity spiked through my body, reverberating where our skin touched. All the while, his lips still moved diligently against mine, but every once and a while he'd move to focus on my neck.
I could feel my underwear becoming wetter and wetter, and my core rubbed against his leg where he pulled my thigh up. He was turned on himself; his hard erection pushed into me through the fabric of his jeans.
"Can I?" he asked. The hand grabbing my breast moved behind to the clasp of my bra. He waited for my response before making any moves to unhinge in.
I nodded against his lips, not even bothering to answer with words, simply trying to taste him more and more. Honestly, the bra should have been off ages ago. Speaking of which, why were our clothes still on?
With a practiced swiftness, he flicked his fingers and the bra came undone. Not even bothering to fully take it off, his hand went back to massaging my breast.
I moaned again. His touch was fire. My back arched into his fingers, wanting - no, needing - more.
Fuck it. Clothes. Come off.
I broke off the kiss, softly pushed Saeyoung back a step, and pulled my sweater over my head before dropping it to the ground. Then, I pulled the bra over my arms and tossed it towards the couch, not caring where it fell.
I stood before him, before my Saeyoung, bare-chested. He said nothing, but his eyes traveled up and down my stomach, taking in as much as I was showing, eyes wide but reverent.
"Is this okay?" I said quietly after a few moments. I wanted to move to cover myself, but I stayed as still as I possibly could.
"It's more than okay," he said, moving closer to me again. His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"
I kissed him sweetly, tenderly, taking my time. "You're turn," I said mischievously. My eyes flashed with excitement and I grabbed at his favorite sweatshirt, pulling it down over his shoulders. He let me pull it off, but this time I laid it carefully over the side of the couch.
"Why didn't you just drop it on the ground?" he asked, head tilted to the side with a curious look on his face.
"Every bit of you is precious to me. I'm not just going to toss it around like I don't care."
He stood, speechless. And then he groaned and swept me up in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom.
Saeyoung sat me down on the bed and pulled off his shirt before crawling up the bed to meet me. Embarrassed, I pulled my skirt down a little before I realized just how silly that was. My boobs were already out; there wasn't much left to be embarrassed about. Not in front of Saeyoung.
Was this really happening? I couldn't believe it. Maybe we would end up sharing the bed. The thought sent another lightning bolt down to my core and butterflies exploded in my stomach.
"Why are you so good to me?" he said as he settled between my legs, hands on either side of my face. "I don't deserve it," he murmured as he came down for another kiss.
I stroked the firm muscles on his chest, exploring his bare skin. He was toned, his muscles clearly defined but not overpowering, his skin pale and almost translucent. I guess being a secret agent wasn't too bad after all.
My fingers ran over a small scar on the right side of his ribs, about two inches long and jagged. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Right now, my lips were a little preoccupied.
He started kissing down my neck again and soft groans escaped me. His hand grabbed my breast, rubbing at the stiff nipple. I writhed under his touch. It felt so good.
"Saeyoung," I breathed. "You deserve everything." I arched to give him more access to explore all the crevices of my neck, to get closer to the hand playing with my nipple, relishing in the care and attention he took. He was hungry for me, but he took his time, never going too fast. He was cherishing it, savoring it, like he never thought he'd get the opportunity again. Well, I planned on experiencing this again and again for the rest of our lives.
His other hand grabbed at my thigh and pulled it back up, stroking up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of my leg. My skirt had now fallen completely up to my stomach. Another piece of useless clothing that separated us.
Like he was reading my mind, he pulled it off in one fluid motion before dropping it over the side of the bed.
"I like your undies," he said while playing with the little bow on the front. "Very, very cute. Ugh, you are just too cute!" He fell back down and started kissing my stomach, moving down towards the edge of my panties. They were soaked now, I was sure of it.
I had never done this before. What was I supposed to do? What were my hands supposed to do? Oh God, his kisses felt so good. My thoughts were bouncing everywhere; I couldn't focus on anything with his tongue dancing across me. The electricity sparked everywhere he touched. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
"Hey," I looked up and Saeyoung was staring at me from his position above my stomach, frozen. "You're trembling. Your legs are shaking. Are you okay?"
I shook my head furiously. "No, no! I mean, yes I'm okay. I'm just… I've just never done this before. And the air is kinda cold, and I'm nervous and…" I turned my head to bury it in the covers of the bed.
"Hey, look at me," he said. I met his amber gaze. "I'm here. No reason to be nervous." He moved back up to my face and stroked my hair. "Okay?"
I nodded. He kissed me again, deeply, his tongue entering my mouth and twisting with mine, before he sighed heavily and pulled back.
He sat back on his legs.
"Saeyoung?" I shot up, questioning. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, my love," he said. His eyes were sincere, but I didn't understand why he was stopping. "Let's stop for now. We're both a little riled up from the road and I forgot I need to track Vanderwood and Saeran before they get out of satellite range." He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head.
I gasped. Ugh, of course! How could I have been so selfish? We couldn't lose them!
"Oh Saeyoung, I'm so sorry. I should have realized. I- Is there anything I can do to help?" I frantically got out of the bed and pulled on my skirt before going to grab my bra from where I tossed it in the living room. "What can I do? Can I do anything?"
"Stop, for just a second, and come here," his voice was firm and I stopped in my tracks. He stood patiently by the bed. Obediently, I went to stand in front of him, still only in my bra and skirt.
He tilted my head up to meet his gaze. "This isn't your fault. Stop freaking out. Yes, I still want to have sex with you. No, you didn't do anything wrong. Yes, you're beautiful. No, I'm not upset at all."
"God Seven, are you a mind reader too?" I gasped and placed my hands over my temples. "I need to protect my brain! Don't body-snatch me, please!" I cried.
"You are so adorable. Literally perfect for me. I love it," Saeyoung laughed. "There is actually something you can do for me to help. Why don't you go take a shower? The water should be hot by now. I'll try to get this finished as fast as I can." He kissed my nose, turned me around towards the bathroom, and smacked my butt.
"Hey! Butt smacking in bed, only!"
He lifted an eyebrow. "707 memory protocol engaged. Butt smacking in bedroom saved for future use."
"Oh please, go do your work!"
He laughed and walked back over to the desk. My red-headed hero opened his computer and started typing away. The tension in his shoulders was clear.
Well, I'll go take my shower. I'll go rest and relax, just like you said, Saeyoung. But later, I'll help you relax as well.
Because you deserve it.
