Main Characters in the Story:
*Kim So Hyun as "Athena" Myung-hee Park
*Tom Hiddleston as Himself
Chapter XXVIII: He Is The One.
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The suite, no surprise, has the same color scheme as the lobby. It is just as elegant, too. I gravitate towards the living room, a simple setup with a sectional and one of those curved flat-screen TV in front of it. I suppose it's best they didn't make it too flashy. As it is, nobody would want to leave this place. Talk about luxury.
"You can sit down, you know!" Tom calls out jokingly. "The only thing dangerous about the couch is how comfortable it is. You'll never want to get up again."
I am too busy being amazed." I call back.
He responds with a light chuckle and falls silent again.
I run my hand across the back of the leather couch. It feels so much nicer than it looks, and it is nice and cool from the air conditioning circulating through the room. With the texture now on my mind, I decided I want to feel how soft the carpeting is. I remove my leather jacket first as I placed it on the couch, zip my boots off and slide off my socks then press my feet to the ground. Nothing has ever felt so heavenly. The pressure in my soles from walking eases up with the new, more tolerable surface. "Uwa. {Wow.}" I whisper to myself, reveling in the peaceful state I am currently in. I hurry around the end of the sectional and practically throw myself onto the cushions. I sink into it almost a second after, and it feels amazing. It's like my worries are melting away. Of course, knowing me, they will be back soon. They always come back.
Tom finally comes out of the room and makes his way to the couch. "Sorry about that. I was suffocating in those clothes." He leans over the back of the couch and stares at me, a smirk on his face. He is now wearing a white undershirt, which means he has changed into his pajamas and is wearing his favorite sweatpants. "I see you've made yourself comfortable." He teases.
"I don't wanna get up." I groan, enjoying the feel of being on a cloud.
He gives a breathily laugh as he watches me in my tiny bit of paradise. "I told you. As soon as I settled into the room, I slept on the couch. Best sleep of my life, if you ask me." He claps his hand proudly on the cushion he leans on.
"Join me." I softly demanded, prolonging each word lazily.
"Gladly." He moves around the couch and drops down once I have pushed myself upright. He grabs the remote from a foot away before getting comfortable and turns the television on.
I nestle into his warmth, resting my head just next to his heart. That familiar sense of safety washes over me when he wraps an arm around me, holding me close. I look up at him, watching his face as he concentrates something on the screen.
"Did you want to watch a movie?" He asks, unaware that I am studying him so closely.
I shrug my shoulders. "Sure. Surprise me." I look at every feature of his face, how relaxed they are at the moment. Every inch of him had to have been sculpted by some holy man. I have the body of a god, too, I reminded myself. Eom-ma-ya. {Oh my god.} His skin looks so unbelievably soft. I am not sure if it's normal or not, but I am so tempted to just put my lips in them. Not enough to break the skin. No, just to leave a mark. Just to remind him and myself that it is my canvas to mark, and no one else's.
Since I know randomly by butterfly kisses on him would be sometimes weird, I dip my head into the hollow of his neck and single soft kiss to it. I pull away and settle into my position again. That might have been pointless to him, but it sent my heart aflutter.
He returns one, a gentle one, to top of my head and continues his search.
It takes a few minutes, but put on 'Infamous'. With some other remote he found next to us, he turned the lights off, our bodies illuminated by the bright HD screen.
Hae-yo. {Do it.} Something in my mind urges me to finish what I started. Geugeos-i'mueos-ideun, geugeos-eulhasibsio. jigeum geugeos-eul hal. geuneun hanaibnida. {Whatever 'it' is, do it. Do it now. He is the one.} Unfortunately, that is a point I can't argue with. It's too true. I wouldn't give up to anyone else. I have kept him waiting long enough… but what do I do?
Naneun jom deo lomaenseu soseol-eul ilg-eoya haess-eo. {I should have read some more romance novels…} ttoneun amado 'shoujo mangas' sasil, geudeul-eun deo nangmanjeog in bangbeob-e daehan deo manh-eun geulaepig illeoseuteuleul gajigo issseubnida. {or maybe 'shoujo mangas' in fact, they have more graphical illustrations on how to become more romantic.}
I let another twenty minutes of the movie pass before I start listening to my own encouragement. I still don't how to lead up to it—it's not like I have so much experience with it—so I do what any naïve virgins would do; I think back on all the romantic movie scenes I have seen in my life including the kdramas that I have watched. Which is not a lot, so… damn it.
I Ileon. Yeogi amugeosdo eobs-eo. {Oh God. Here goes nothing.} I move my head as subtly as possible and stare up at him, and I could feel my pulse pounding under my skin. I study the hollow of his neck again, watching as it moves slightly with each breath. I tilt my head down and press a soft kiss to his chest, covering the bit of skin I can reach without moving too much.
He doesn't react. He must be really invested in the movie.
I kiss the same spot again, this time leading it into a trail of kisses up to his collarbone.
My actions elicit a short, quiet moan from him. Wanjeonhan. {Perfect.} But he keeps his focus on the screen.
I adjust myself into a more comfortable position, and I rest a hand on his abdomen. I lead the kisses further up, tracing his jawline all the way up to his ear. I graze my lips from the lobe to shell before softly kissing back of it.
He gasps almost inaudibly, his head ever so slightly tipping to the side.
I smiled a bit mischievously, proud of myself. I did not think I would get any kind reaction from him other than a look of bewilderment, but I clearly doubted myself very much. I started down his cheekbone, eager to make it to his perfect, waiting lips.
The second I get there, he turns his head to face me, his eyelids now heavy with lust.
Geuleul nollaekyeo jugessseubnikka? {Tease him, maybe?} I stop myself just centimeters from his lips, feeling his quickened breath on my lips. He leans forward to close the space, but I pull away just as much as I can. I didn't know it could happen so quickly, but every nerve ending in me has come to life. And I do not want to stop. "Hello", glancing down shyly at his lips, torturing myself just as much as I am torturing him.
"Hi." He replies breathlessly. His hand slides down my back and rest on the small of it. He grazes my lips ever so lightly before looking me in the eyes. "Kiss me, please."
"Gladly." I slowly push myself forward, and immediately I delve into the most passionate kiss of my life.
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We had made our way to the bed… I Ileon, {Oh God,} I do not know how long ago. And soon after our clothes ended up everywhere (I also lose my twin braids, just to be a bit comfortable) but on our bodies, save for my white lace bra. He let me keep it on, knowing I still have insecurities he wishes that I would "just let go". Now we are hot under the covers, the kind of hot no amount of air conditioning can chase away. We are the closest we have ever been, and yet I still want more. I need more.
After nearly ripping the sheets off the mattress, Tom finally moves back up my 'honestly petite' body, emerging from the cover of the blankets. He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and licks it clean. He leans his head down and kisses me deeply.
Our lips move against each other smoothly, so perfectly. He tastes like mint and my essence. "Should I…" I ask between our kisses, a shy smile creeping across my lips. I run my hand along his length, rock solid and pulsing under my touch.
He moves away from my lips and kisses along the underside of my jaw. "Not necessarily. Tonight…" he buries his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, exposing more sensitive skin to him. He opens his mouth wide, and his teeth sink in with ease.
"Ah!" I let out in a whimper gust of breath.
"… is about you." He mouths and brushes his lips over the bitten spot.
The whine he earns from it is so natural, I almost did not realize it came from me. My breath hitches as he covers all the right spots. My eyelids flutter closed, and I let the ecstasy slowly take over, savoring the sensation.
In the midst of this high intimacy, I realize we were really about to do this. A small fear of what's to come hits me out of nowhere, but I do well not to show it. My heart's already pounding in my chest as it is. He won't be able to tell there is something wrong.
"Mm," he moans softly in my ear. "I can't wait any longer. Are you ready?"
I let out a soft small gasp, feeling his member against my opening. I turn my head to look him in the eye. "I will be even more ready… when you… um… put that condom on."
He squeezes his eyes shut and groans not because he does not want to, but because I know he has forgot. After all, he is the one who went hunting for it in his suitcase. "Right. Sorry. One second." He reaches over and grabs it off the night table.
I bit my thumb between my lips and sit up then kneeling with my legs separate in different directions and my long wavy hair covering the breast on each side. While I wait. I softly giggle while I watch him rip it open effortlessly. "Take your time." I can feel my rosy cheeks starting to become redder as I stare at his naked body.
He laughs as he rolls the rubber on carefully. "Like what you see?" He takes his other hand and pushes me down on the bed as he traces from between my breasts to my abdomen then finally sliding down between my legs.
My back nearly arches off the bed.
He hovers over me again and lines himself up with my entrance. The tip barely makes it a centimeter in what I have to take the deepest breath of my life.
Geobnaeji mala, Myung-hee. Budi. Geuneun hanaibnida. {Don't get scared, Myung-hee. Please. He is the one.} Dangsin-eun geuga hanalaneun geos-eul algo issseubnida. Pyeonhage hada. {You know he is the one. Relax.}
So much for keeping it hidden; Tom stops himself. The expression on his face changes when he sees the hidden fear in my eyes and for that he is worried, I am sure that it is now my lust-blown eyes. He uses his free hand to brush a few strands of my hair from my face. "Is this really what you want, Myung-hee?" he asks me, genuine concern behind every word.
In this moment, I have never been so sure and unsure at the same time. I am about to give him the most precious thing I own. After tonight, I am his in every way. It is going to hurt like you are being shot with a gun or something, but better now than never, and better him than some random guy. I wouldn't want anyone else to have it. It has been a part of me for so long, and I am afraid of things changing after I lose it.
I place my hand on each side of his face and pull him down for a single, loving, reassuring kiss. I look deep into his blue eyes and nod my head. "Yes."
He gives me a pained smile. He's never wanted to hurt me. But he has to get the suffering over with so we can get to the pleasure. "I'll try to be gentle." He promises.
But, without a second left to respond, he pushed in past the resistance as quickly as possible.
There it is. The feeling I anticipated all this time. I yelp, yes, but it is nearly as painful as I expected for the tears in my eyes are starting to come out. It is a mix of hurt and pleasure, and after it is faded enough, I want more of it. I want more of him. I want more of his sweat-covered body pressed against mine, of my legs wrapped around his waist. Of his bruising grip on my sides, of the beautiful, shaky noise that left his lips when he is finally spent. I want everything, all of it to last forever.
He is the one. Thomas William Hiddleston is, and has always been, the one… for me.
