Author's Notes: Dear readers. This chapter is purely fluff. I wrote it on a spur of the moment, remembering white pants that Eun Soo wore in the first episodes of "Faith". If you want something substantial, you may skip it, if you want a playful and light side of our couple - have a laugh, like I did.

Eun Soo liked her body. She thought she had a good figure, and her behind was nice and rounded, perky even. She thought her bum was quite cute, but she has not seen it for a long time, since there were no full height mirrors in Goryeo. "Honey," she called. How do I look, she turned her back to him and took a few strides, like on a fashion runway.

"Pretty as always." Choi Young did not bother to lift his eyes, he was busy at his desk, studying a map of the mountain terrain, newly drawn by the scouts. "Good hiding places here and here." He stuck pins in a few points.

He was rudely interrupted by his wife, who sneaked up on him from behind and hugged, molding herself to his back.

"How many times did I tell you not to sneak from behind? I have to actually put an effort not to take you down. These kind of reflexes do not go away," growled out Choi Young.

"You did not answer my question, I know you weren't looking. I have a surprise…." singsonged Eun Soo.

"OK," he turned around, basically falling off his chair, stunned by the sight.

Eun Soo was standing with her back toward him, hands on her hips, one leg stretched out a little to the side, posing. She was wearing short and tight white pants, which highlighted her curves, bare legs and all.

"Aha, so I DO look good".

He ran up, trying to cover her with his body. "Have you lost your mind? What if somebody walks in?!"

"They know better. We've trained them well. They would never walk in without a knock inside our quarters. Don't you remember we have a sign now for privacy?"

Apparently, Eun Soo began instituting little changes here and there in the barracks. She came up with a list of rules about privacy for them, since they were newlyweds, after all. One of the helpful boys had good penmanship, so he wrote a large wooden sign, placed atop of the General's door – Private. Knock before entering.

The sign created a bit of commotion, especially since the General did not notice it at first. Luckily, he was not displeased.

"Good job," he praised the writer and announced, "I will hold all the meetings downstairs. If there is something urgent," he coughed, "knock and wait for permission before entering my quarters." Raising his voice, he added, "Lack of discipline has been evident lately. We have to be alert at all times. I'm tired of this chaos." He kicked a cleaning bucket, left by a forgetful soldier by the bench. "THIS is what I'm talking about. CLEAN IT UP," he roared and departed to his room.

Eun Soo was giggling there about how well it all went.

"Not funny. Did not we decide that everything to do with Woodalchi, you have to consult with me first?"

"But it is not about Woodalchi, it is about us. Don't spoil the good mood." Her cuteness always won over him. He just nodded, loosing another round, he was used to her spurts of energy and strange Heavens rituals that seemed to him arbitrarily and unexpected.

So she stood there, proud of herself, wearing white hotpants underneath her tunic.

He vividly recalled how he first got a peek at her exposed skin. Her white pants, she wore when she first arrived from the Heavens world, got dirty and bloody. She had to cut them short to get rid of blood splatter. That time he had to slap some sense back into himself (all in his mind) and afterwards, he had to tell her to cover herself in front of the boys (although secretly he gave himself a chance to steal a quick look first).

"Imja, what is the meaning of this?" he gave her a chance to explain.

"It's really hot in summer. I do not like wearing twenty layers and pants as well. These are very popular in Heavens. I will wear a long dress, so nobody can see."

"Fine."

"Fine?" her eyes opened in a genuine surprise.

"Fine. If you feel comfortable walking around like this, it is your body. You choose what parts of it to show to others. As long I get the preview and the whole thing…"

"Daejang! Don't toy with me!" now she was getting upset at the ease with which he shared her with others. "I'm your wife. Do you want rumors to spread?"

Choi Young was pleased with himself. Actually he did not loose this round, he just used a special reverse strategy, now she was trapped. Chuckling to himself, he added in the most serious tone possible, "I respect your decisions, Imja."

She realized that she was caught, like a fish by a sparkly bait.

Pouting, she went up to the chest, looking for a pair of decent pants.

"No so fast." He turned her around. "I said as long I can have the whole thing."

He drew her for a kiss, starting slowly, then deeper and more passionate. His hand sliding down her back and along the silky fabric of hot pants, gently caressing her bum. Eun Soo was melting in his arms, overwhelmed by a strong need for him. He now used both hands to pull her forward, cupping her buttocks. Always, gently, always sensual, he continued to kiss her mouth slowly moving his lips and tongue feeling how sweet she was.

Choi Young was never crude; it was not in his character. If it were another man, it would have been a bit vulgar, but with him, it was exciting.

He felt how ready she was just by a few body cues. That's how well he understood his wife. Taking her to bed, he savored the gift of hotpants by kissing her through them before taking them off and joining with her in a sweetness dispersing through their bodies.