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-I-

The bed creaked as we rocked back and forth. Dokkaebi squealed as I drove my penis deep into her, shoving against her walls. I grasped her hips and thrusted like a hungry wolf.

"Oh god, I love you!" she cried.

…

Velvet snow settled softly on the window sill. Mark, Mute, gazed out on the white hills of England, lost in lonely thought. The holidays were approaching soon and everyone had left Hereford to return home for these brief moments of rest one gets in a career of vigilance and hustle. A few stragglers still remained who were Grace, Shurat, Maxim, and Eliza. But even though that, they would be gone soon and our quiet technician would be left to his own once again in this cold, bleak place...

I dearly wished to visit my family again and they yearned to see their son again but it's a risk a don't wish to take. The memories of my past have already flushed through my skull a number of times and I don't want to think of them anymore. Even though I'd be alone here, It wouldn't be all that bad. What's not to love about having a week of time to do whatever I so desire. Alexsandr left his turret in the store room so maybe I'd sneak a few rounds off. I've always wanted to try that beast out.

A sudden knock on the door broke me out of my trance. And once i came to open the door, I was greeted with a familiar smile: "I heard you're going to hold down the fort while everyone's gone."

I smiled and took a moment to admire her deep green eyes, raven hair with a silver streak, all finished with a signature pair glasses and bright smile; there was no mistake for who it was: my friend next door, Grace Nam.

Running a slow hand through my hair I said, "It won't be too bad. I have the whole place to myself and I already got loads of fun activities planned." My words dripped with sarcasm. She gave me a small punch on the arm and giggled. Her fit of giggles continued as she sat down on the edge of my bed. "I feel kinda bad leaving you here for a week. Hell, I can barely stand it even when everyone's here," she said with a small frown.

"Hey, it's not that bad." I chuckled as I closed the door behind me. "At least I can finally have some proper shut eye now that I don't have to listen to a certain someone snoring all night."

"I take it that you're talking about Seamus again?" Her lips curved into a smile

"Who else could it be?"

She covered her mouth to contain more giggles. "That man keeps me up all night."

"Oh, so he keeps you awake at night, eh?" I grinned devilishly. "Boy, I wonder what you two do that you'd be up all night?"

She snorted, "Really? A girl steps into your room and that's the first thing you are going to ask her?"

"What? I can't help it," I shrugged.

She punched my shoulder again. "Perv."

Grace and I are more the less neighbors, with her dorm located right in front of mine. 'Strategically placed' when she first came, by no other than our old man Baker for that matter. Whatever that man has in his mind, I have absolutely no idea.

But it works, as we would often work together on analyzing cases or decrypting files for our missions. She has proven herself countless times to be not only a rather hard working teammate, a good company to have around, but also a trusty friend and a person that I can lean on in anything; I respect her deeply for that.

I came to know her as a great friend, and she, I. We both had been through our hard times, and we both stood for each other through them all; in the heat of battle or even in petty arguments in the team.

I sighed, "So that's my list of activities. What are you planning to do during the break?"

"I don't know," she huffed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm thinking about going back to Seoul to visit my family..."

"That's great!"

"And I'd love to do so but..." She took a moment.

"But?"

"I don't have anyone to go with me." The last words came out in a whisper and her cheeks turned to a shade of light pink. I stared at her, rather confused about her reaction but she, on the other hand, chose to have a sudden interest in the floor. Her hands were clasped tightly and face now covered by her silver bangs.

The silence in the room was tense. Whispers of the winter breeze whistled under the window and I eventually realized what she meant. My reply to her came as simple as a short "Oh. "

Koreans are known to have a tradition of sorts, she told me about this many times before. They value family and, more importantly, the marriage of the new generations more than most other cultures. Having a boyfriend, or a fiance is important to all of us, but for Koreans… they take it up to new heights. Grace was 29 already and still without a man.

She groaned as she flipped herself on her back and onto the bed, arms spread across the grey sheets. "Ugh, why does my life has to be so difficult?"

"Oh come on it's not that bad. You've faced some of the world's most dangerous terrorist organizations and the thing you are concerned most about is this... Presentation?"

"I know it sounds stupid, but yeah."

"Grace, you're 29 and you fight terror for a living. I think the fact that you even having the chance to meet your family again is already more than enough."

"I know that but... You know how they are with these things."

"They're your family, Grace."

"That doesn't change the looks they give me everytime I come back without someone does it?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"I just don't want to have to take it anymore. I'm the oldest in my family, Mark, and I still don't have a husband let alone a boyfriend."

"So?"

"All of my siblings are either married or already have children of their own." Her cheery personality went dark.

"You shouldn't get too worked up about this. I mean, you have a job that you can't even tell your parents about."

"It's obvious that my parents are disappointed in me and for once I want to return home and see them smile and not try peeking over my shoulder to see if I finally got around to meeting a guy."

"Oh come on now-"

"And they'll probably be off laughing behind my back on this… Again. Like it's not obvious enough. My mom will probably be ashamed when she talks to my grandma about her oldest daughter failing to get a guy again."

"Grace..."

"I see it even in my father, Mark." She fell silent.

"He doesn't show it on the outside but I know how he feels." She sat up but her her cherry smile longer present on her face. Her emerald eyes replaced with those in puffy red color, a single line of tear ran down her soft face

A determined look plastering her face, trying to mask the bubbles of tears from bursting out. "He always does that." A forced smile crept to her chin. "You know?"

I leaned over to give her a hug, holding her in a tight embrace; trying to help her hold in the sorrow that was dangerously close to burst...

"It's alright. Just take in a deep breath."

"I just… I don't know what to do."

I didn't know what else to do but to hold her. She sniffled into my shoulder and I truly felt for her.

She and I were quite similar in our own ways, we are both two people who chose to live a life as a militant, we both choose to follow a lonely path. Choose to isolate ourselves from the world… Becoming a perfect weapon, but throwing everything else out of the way, including not just our lives, but also our love ones and maybe even lovers as well. We are soldiers, grown ups; we are not supposed to weaver under such a mere childish problem. But that doesn't sooth the pain of having no one to connect to… until now.

This must've been her first time revealing everything to someone who actually cares.

Time passed but I don't know how much. Finally I let go and said, "Well, don't let me hold you back. You should go see your family. I know they want to see regardless of your relationship." I rested my hand on her arm and assured her with a soft stroke.

"So would you want to come with me?" She spoke up suddenly. Her face showing determination to her question, but it was obvious that there were tears behind those summer green eyes, waiting to run like the thawing river. That single line cut straight to my core.

"I uhh…"

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, as you could say. I can choose to go or not to go, but I can't run from this problem… not when those emerald eyes are starting to mine with hesitant, fear even and tears threatening to spill at any time.

I know if I go, it could be an awkward and weird journey for the both of us. It could spell disasterous to our reputation. The answer was obvious:

"Of course I will go with you."

And that was when, my crazy adventure begins. All because of a stupid mistake, I suppose.

Or was it?

-II-

The airport was loud like normal. People bustled around to their last minute flights before the holiday season officially started. Grace and I boarded our flight after long hours of waiting. She took the window seat and watched as we climbed further and further from the ground. Within the first hour, she was fast asleep, resting her head against the cold window. I stretched out as much as I could in the small seat and leaned back in hopes that I might be able to sleep a bit. We still had quite a few hours until we reached our destination. But as my eyes tried closing and my mind try to be at ease, I was still kept wide awake with the bombardment of questions that kept lingering in my head ever since we left Herford: 'Is this really worth it? Why the hell did i agreed to do this in the first place?' but more importantly: 'Why did she agreed to do this with me?!' ... A low growl, and a fustrated sigh came out. 'Well, i've gone this far, might as well go with it...'

...

Our first stop was Moscow. Everyone spoke in Russian so we had a hell of a time finding our way to the next flight. Again the plane took off, this time heading directly for Japan. Grace filled me in on some cultural pieces that I should know before we arrive.

"So I'm presenting myself to your parents as your boyfriend," I asked.

She blushed and smiled awkwardly, "We can just do this as friends if you want."

"No, no, no I don't mind at all. I've only had a few girls back in secondary school that I dated but they were just looking for quick love that was really just infatuation."

The flight dragged on but we eventually made it to the Korean airport. Grace and I hauled our luggage into a taxi outside and I was astonished by the city as I had never seen anything like it. Sure I had to been to London but that didn't compare to Seoul. Massive screens mounted on the side of towering glass buildings flashed advertisements while lines of cars rushed through the cluttered streets. The driver, who looked like he was in his early 60's took us through the city and laughed when I asked him some questions about Seoul.

"You are not from around here?" His English was difficult to understand due to his accent.

"England," I responded.

"Ooh, a little tea drinker," he burst out laughing.

I couldn't help myself but chuckle at the old man. Grace glanced at me with a sour look but I didn't care. I enjoyed the driver's humor.

Finally, we broke out of the city hustle and drove into through beautiful suburbs. Houses and buildings were decorated with classic Asian ornaments and designs which reminded me of stories of samurai. The taxi stopped outside an expensive looking house which had two stories and a lush garden just outside. Grace and the driver exchanged a few words and she paid him. He helped us get our bags out of the trunk.

I stood next to grace on the wet sidewalk and she let out a long breath before leading me up the path that went to the door. She rapped on the glass door and we waited a few anxious seconds before an elderly lady dressed in traditional robes answered. She immediately embraced Grace, gave me a quick smile, and giddily ran back into the house, shouting. A number of people young, old, and in between rushed to the door and took turns hugging her. Grace eased herself inside and the lady who greeted us, whom I assumed was her mother, took our bags into the house.

Grace introduced me to her father. He was a skinny man with wrinkled skin and white, wispy hair. I didn't know if I was supposed to bow or something so I simply shook his hand. He shook mine back and gave me warm smile. Something about gave it away that he was judging me. Rightfully so. If I ever have kids, and that's a hard if, I wouldn't want just anyone running around with them.

Her father glanced back to Grace and then to me. Whatever it was, it got her to blush furiously. The man chuckled upon seeing her head ducked down and neck flaring red. His frown was curved up a bit, and his face now brightens considerably. "It's about time!" He announced.

She only nodded once to his jest and the rest of the family all bursted to a fit of laughter. Her father put his hand arm around my shoulder and led me inside. I was amazed at the expensive house. All the decorations and nice furnishings were much a needed contrast to Hereford's grey walls and steel furniture. We sat down in the main room where a number of Grace's family members were.

"So," said her mother with a sweet voice, "Are you dating our daughter?"

I felt every eye on me, including Grace's. "Uh, yeah. I work with her so we've gotten to know each other through that." Grace must have already told them my name because they didn't ask for it.

Her family asked countless questions like where I was from and about my family. I swear I could feel my tongue going numb. Finally, the night grew late and those who didn't leave went to bed. Grace and I sat on a couch together while an artificial fire burned in the hearth.

A warm wave washed over me when Grace snuggled in closer and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "I'm starting to think this wasn't all that bad of a decision," I whispered in jest.

She chuckled and glanced up at me. "You wanna go somewhere?"

"Where you thinking?"
"I mean, it's been a while since I've been here but I think I remember where a couple of bars are. Korean bars are so much better than those English ones."

"Whoa, that's harsh," I laughed. "Can they pour me a glass of Warner Edwards?"

"What's that?"

"Exactly. Anyways, I could go for some air. Maybe I'll find something to substitute for England's spirits. Probably won't come close but I'm willing to trying whatever bitter water you Koreans brew."

Grace punched me in the shoulder and stood up. "One taste of Asian liquor and you won't even want to go back to England."

We laughed and told jokes the whole time Grace drove to a bar. I would've drove myself, but there was no way in hell I was going to try navigating these car-packed streets. Grace seemed to enjoy the cramped traffic through I could have sworn I saw a little smile on her face while we got caught in a traffic jam; Perhaps when you're far gone for too long, a little taste home can bring you joy. Even if the taste is anything but good.

I find Seoul to be a crowded and noisy place, a groove if you may. One that never seems to end day or night. Every building was covered in neon and every corner of the streets sparkled with the alluring flash of gigantic screens. No doubt it was beautiful but I was already remembering the stone streets of London and England's rolling countryside.

Finally, we parked along a packed street and stepped out onto the sidewalk. People of everything walk of life went past us. Tourists, businessmen, factory workers… Seemed like Seoul was a hub for everything.

"Wait, so where are we going?" I asked her.

"To a bar that's just a short walk from here. I used to go to it with friends before I joined the team. Trust me, you'll like it."

I chuckled, "I'm telling you now, there's nothing that can beat English spirits."

We reached the bar and I was impressed with the place. It was covered with traditional Korean decorations. Orange lanterns hung low from the ceiling and on the wall was a large golden dragon that seemed to slither out from the wall. It was certainly noisy and crowded but we managed to find a small booth in the corner. Grace gazed around the room and took in a deep breath.

"Thanks for coming with me. I know you probably had other plans but this means a lot."

I folded my hands on the table. "Don't worry. I would gladly take a few days to get out of that damned base."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the ting of her voice echoed even in the noisy air of the bar. "And before, you said you wanted to stay there for the rest of the holidays." A smirk present on her face as she said so.

Taking in the architecture of the beautiful bar, I can't help but give a satisfied sigh. "I did want to stay there, yes. But then again, I'd be missing all of this," I said, looking around at the dazzling scenery.

Turning to face her now, with a small smile on my face. "Plus, I get to spend these couple days with one my best friend, so why not."

That made her smile and I could see her cheeks blush a little. "Thanks."

An underclad waitress came over and took our drink orders. Grace urged me to try something out of the ordinary so I ordered an alcohol that had a dragon on the label. She told me it was a Korean specialty. The waitress came back and delivered our drinks between our conversation.

Grace leaned back in her seat and sipped from her glass. I smiled as she closed her eyes and indulged in the liquor's taste. I then glanced down at my cup. The drink was a deep brown and smelled pretty strong.

"Come on, you never know if you'll like it until you try it."

"Fine," I smirked. My hands brought the glass to my lips and I drank. Damn, that was strong. It burned my tongue like fire yet it tasted great. I didn't know how to explain it. The liquor had an unfamiliar sweetness. Grace giggled at my reaction. My face was contorted as I cringed at the burn. "Holy shit, is that why the bottle had a dragon on it."

"Feel like you're breathing fire yet?"

I didn't respond. I opened my mouth and let the burning roll off my tongue. The night carried on. We didn't drink much at all because we still had to drive home. Grace and I laughed, snorted, a giggled together while we shared stories of our jobs and life back home.

I looked at my phone. It read the numbers: 01:13. "We should probably start getting back," I said. "Are we heading back to your parent's?"

"We could but there's a hotel right around the corner and I don't think either of us should be driving."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Works for me." Grace left some money on the table and I downed the last bit of my drink. We left the noisy and stuffy bar to be greeted by the loud and busy street once more. Even at this hour the streets were still teeming with cars. I walked closely next to her, letting her guide us to the hotel.

...

Once we rounded the corner, rain started to sprinkle down. It then picked up, we were dashing through people on the sidewalk in an attempt to get out of the rain. Grace turned and bounded into a building. I followed inside.

Our eyes met and we both laughed. Both of us were damp and so Grace approached the hotel's counter where she spoke to the woman in Korean while I stood awkwardly behind her.

The woman gave Grace a card and treated us to a smile as we searched for the elevator. I pressed the button for the fifth floor and we headed up. Grainy music played softly as we rose.

"It's a nice place," I said.

"I've been here once and it looks like the building has been renovated since then."

Our short conversation was cut short as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. We stepped out to let others in and made our way down the silent hall to our room. She swiped the card over handle and it unlocked. I took off my coat and threw it on the table. From there, I headed directly to the bed and plopped down onto the soft mattress.

"Mark."

I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." Grace waved gingerly and slipped inside the bathroom. I smiled and chuckled to myself. Maybe she wanted to save some water and have me join her? I looked up to the ceiling and said to myself, "Ha, this is why I'm glad people can't hear my thoughts."

While she showered, I went through my phone.

After what seemed to be half an hour, the handle to the bathroom door turned and she stepped out dressed in a loose shirt and grey sweatpants. Her soaked, onyx hair draped over her right shoulder as she brushed the last few knots out.

"Are you going to stare at me forever," she joked.

"Maybe." My lips formed into a sly grin. I could feel my body getting warm so while she dried her hair I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. My hands clasped together around the back of head and I leaned against the headboard. "I can take the floor if you want," I said as she came back.

"No, that's fine. We can share… If you don't mind."

"Not at all." I moved over when she crawled under the sheets next to me. The room was silent until Grace glanced over at me.

"Thank you again." Her voice came in a whisper.

"For coming with you?"

"Yeah. I know I've already said it a hundred times but it really means a lot to me that you'd take so much of your time to help me."

"Of course, Grace." I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. "Anything for a friend." She rested her head on my chest and her wet hair made goosebumps form along my bare skin. I rubbed her arm and she snuggled in closer to me. "Grace?"

Her soft eyes looked up at me and I did something that could go very well or horribly wrong. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. Her shock was apparent but a wave of relief went through my when she kissed me back. Grace's kiss was passionate. She dove into my embrace and I kissed her even harder.

She broke away and gazed into my eyes with a lustrous gleam. Grace then threw the sheets aside and hopped on my stomach. Again we made out. Her hands explored my muscled chest. I groped her waist and slid my hands under her shirt to find her breasts.

They weren't nearly as large as some other members of Six, but I didn't care. I loved her and with that thought, I pulled her head even closer to mine. She broke away and quickly pulled off her shirt, exposing her boobs caged in by a tight navy blue bra. She smirked and bit her lip. "Ready?"

I gave her a devilish grin and Grace pounced onto me, crashing her lips against mine. Her hand snaked down my chest and thigh. She earned a grunt from me when she grabbed my firmness in my jeans. I fondled her boob with one hand and wrapped the other around her back to unclasp her bra.

With her small breasts exposed she retreated down my body and brushed her hands over my belt buckle. A quick motion and it flopped to either side. Grace rubbed my hard abdomen and proceeded to undo the button of my pants and slid the zipper down. She yanked at my waist line and pulled my jeans down to my feet, exposing my bulging compression shorts. I heard her gulp when she saw the size of it.

Her lips trailed up and down my shaft and I groaned in pleasure. Gracefully, she eased down my underwear and gawked hungrily at my stone-hard cock. She took it into both hands and jerked me off slowly, at first, but sped up. Her mouth covered my head and sucked my shaft hard.

"God damn," I gasped. I wanted Grace and I could tell she wanted me. I didn't just want her body, I wanted her love. While she sucked me off, I sat up and pulled her off my dick to kiss her passionately. We danced in the bed and threw the sheets over top of us. I was on top and squeezed her soft boobs as we made out hard; she stroked my pulsing cock that was rubbing up and down her abs.

She broke away for a second and said, "I want you… inside me." The hunger for lust weaved in her silky tone.

I obeyed her order and wasted no time positioning the head of my erection at the edge of her slit. With the first thrust, she let out a sharp squeal and winced as my length filled her, her nails digging on my back and her teeth grits for a bit.

But after a moment, she got used to the rhythm of my thrusts. "Come on," she gasped. "Harder!" She cried.

I pulled back and shoved my cock back deeper into her; continuing to fuck her senseless. Her vagina felt amazing on my cock because everytime I thrusted my meat in her she tensed her walls around it. The bed creaked as we rocked back and forth. Dokkaebi squealed as I drove my penis deep into her, shoving against her walls. I grasped her hips and thrusted like a hungry wolf.

"Oh god, I love you!" she cried.

A rising rumble came in my balls and I pulled out. Grace gripped my glistening shaft and jerked it even harder until I grunted and sprayed hot cum through her fingers and onto her chest.

"Fuck, you're amazing," I said between heavy breaths. We kissed again until I rolled to the other side. "I think it's my turn to shower."

"You didn't get me to cum yet."

I glanced over to her and smirked. "Come with me and we'll see about that." We both shot out of the bed and headed right to the bathroom and it was quick to fill with steam. Grace pulled me into the hot water and pressed me against the wall. She was even more beautiful when wet. Her black and silver hair stuck to her neck and her sweet emerald eyes gazed into mine with a horny passion. "Fuck me. Make me cum."

I turned her around and pressed her breasts against the shower wall and pinched her erect nipple. She blew air through her teeth and moaned. My cock entered her tight slit and I was driving in and out.

"Mark! Shit… I'm cumm-" Her sentence was cut short when her legs buckled and hot juices sprayed from her crotch and covered both our thighs. She went down to her knees, shaking. "Never thought this was how our vacation would turn out."

"Are you enjoying it so far?" I snickered

"I'm loving it, silly. We're going to have to do this again sometime." She stood up and smooched me one last time before exiting the shower. "I'll let you wash up. Don't keep me waiting too long."

The door shut and I was alone in the running water. I washed myself and thought of Grace. She was an amazing girl. Her family was great and don't get me started on that body! Those curves and her eyes. They only added to my hots for her. Maybe this whole thing wasn't a mistake? Maybe after we get too old to fight terror, we'll find a house together and perhaps start a family.

Nay, I'm getting far ahead of myself. Anyway, I loved Grace and I don't have a problem with taking a few days just to live in the present.

I turned off the water and stepped out to dry myself. After throwing my underwear back on, I left the bathroom. Grace lay on the bed, snoring softly. I chuckled, "You're so cute when you sleep."

I then snuggled in beside her and flipped the lights off. My arms wrapped around Grace's warm body and I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off with warm dreams…

What will await me tomorrow?...

Hey fellas, EnlargedCheeseBlock here. I just wanted to say that this may be the last story I'll work on for quite some time. I finished the first draft to a much longer story that I really need to put time into editing and I also wish to get back into learning my languages. It's been fun working with Pickle and writing these stories but alas I must take a break. I will be back, however...