Chapter 4: Emotions

Hak moved his foot against the wall and pressed his back against the opposite wall and pushed hard, but there was no give. Lifting his hand up, he felt along the ceiling but couldn't find any seems or notches or anything that could help them. He suddenly felt Yona shift and stifled a groan as she moved her body against his groin. It took most of his will power not grab her and pull her body against his and force her to see how much she meant to him. It had hurt like a bitch when she'd been oblivious to his feelings a few days ago, but he supposed he should be use to it. She was so innocent and it was that innocence that drew him in like a moth to a flame. He smirked. Am I always the moth to her flame? Did she always have that burning flame or was it something she'd developed since King Il's death? He looked down to where he knew she was laying, her body was snugged up against his own. He felt a shiver of pleasure race through his veins. I truly love her. His eyes widened at that thought. His cheeks flushed.

Yona was uncomfortable. She was trying to get comfy but it was hard, especially since she was trying not to touch Hak, which was impossible. I can still feel his body on my own. She thought. Her face turning crimson. The way he touched me. The way he held me. The way- she shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. She wanted to touch him. She'd wanted to touch him for weeks, ever since she'd gotten hurt protecting Lily. Ever since then she'd tried to get stronger, to be stronger. She needed strength and Hak, Hak exhibited strength. He was strong, she'd never deny that. It was his strength that made her want to be stronger, but without him, she felt like a weak powerless little girl. She hated that! She hated that she showed weakness, especially in front of him.

"Princess." Hak's voice cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter.

"Yeah." Her voice was quiet and soft.

"You're quiet." His eyes were lidded as he spoke. "Why are you quiet?"

"I'm thinking." Her mind was busy but not with how to escape.

"Hmm..." He stated with a smirk. "Isn't that dangerous?"

She gasped. "Hak, you-"

"I know. Being mean." He smirked. His face grew serious because he was worried at how much air they'd have here. Yona calmed herself at his gentle sounding voice. "You've grown stronger, I think."

"Huh?" She asked cocking her head at him. "What are you saying?"

He half laughed, half sighed. "Your sword fighting." He said. "It's stronger than before." He reach his hand up and touched her shoulder. "I'm glad you had me teach you. You have a long ways to go, but I believe you will accomplish it. You always seem to find a way to accomplish your goals. You've gotten stronger in more than that though. Your leadership. Especially your leadership."

"Hak." She whispered his name. "Why are you saying these things?" Her voice trembled.

"You need to know," He started as he leaned his head back. "I care."

"I know you do." She threaded her fingers into his once she found them b"I'm not as oblivious as I project." She blinked her eyes though darkness was all she still saw. "I care for you too. Have for awhile now. Just wasn't...wasn't ready to say something." Her face felt hot.

Next thing Yona knew she was being pulled back against Hak's chest by her intertwined fingers. He laid her hand on his chest as he threaded his one hand into her hair tipped her head back and gently kissed her lips. She gasped in shock but didn't pull away as he continued the kiss. He never deepened it, he just teased her lips by nipping them, taking the bottom lip with his, kissing and pulling i with his teeth.

When he pulled away she was a little out of breath, eyes lidded and she wanted more; of what she didn't know. She just wanted his lips on hers, that's all she knew. Her hands were gripping his clothes, one gripping the jacket he wore while the other was gripping his inner shirt like it was a lifeline.

His nose traced her jaw as he inhaled her scent. He breathed once, a second followed by a third. He was calming himself. Hak had never found himself in this kind of situation where he was so close to losing his self control. She does this to me. He thought, his eyes darkened. She makes me want to lose all sense of control. Makes me want to make her cry with pleasure. His grip on her tighten marginally. He found that while he had kissed her, she had moved and was now straddling his hips with her legs. Her body was now intimately on top of his own and was causing all sorta of emotions within him. He needed to get them out but all he wanted to do was continue kissing her. Luckily he didn't need to decide. Instead fate decided to intervene.

M-Angel: Hehe... A sort of tease I left you all with. I hope you're enjoying this! ^_^