A/N: Just a quick reminder: normal text in dialogue is Korean, bold is English.

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An Exception

The last time Faith had been in a cab with Hwoarang he had refused to speak or even look at her. The tides had most drastically turned.

As soon as the cab had been hailed and they'd tucked themselves inside, he had drawn her close, settling her legs to drape over his lap and curving one arm around her shoulders. It was an intimate position that had the driver ogling them disapprovingly in the rearview mirror.

If she had noticed, Faith would have flipped the bitter, middle-aged man the bird and told him to mind his own damn business. As it was, however, she was too preoccupied with the sensation of lips brushing along her neck and lightly calloused fingers caressing up and down the back of her thigh to notice.

What she did take heed of, was that it was taking entirely too long to get to their destination. No matter how much she wanted to simply give in to the redhead's persistent attempts at groping, her sense of decorum still insisted she keep his wandering hands in moderate check for the time being. It was exasperating to keep rebuffing him.

And she wasn't the only one becoming frustrated.

The trip to Hwoarang's apartment from the club was not an especially long one, but to the biker it felt like an eternity. Not only did he have a warm, willing woman curved around him, it was the very woman who'd been infuriatingly resistant to his usually magnetic self. He couldn't help but feel a sense of victory as he touched her, even as she kept him from pursuing his more indecent urges right there in the backseat.

When they did arrive, whether it was after the span of minutes or eternities, Faith broke away from the alluring Korean for the first time since meeting on the crowed dance floor. Stepping carefully on the pitted cement, she headed toward the building's entrance while he paid their peevish chauffeur, indulging in a moment of mental clarity.

'This is so sudden. Maybe...'

The voice of uncertainty, pouncing on the lack of distracting physical contact, had no chance to plant seeds of doubt. Before she could truly contemplate on the haste of her decision, that contact was back, strong hands spinning her about and pulling her into a kiss that obliterated any thought that didn't involve melding into the man that held her.

Hwoarang's next move made her heart race even faster, but not as she expected.

The hands kneading down her back grabbed the back her thighs and lifted without warning. Gasping, the startled woman found herself leveraged between the wall of the apartment building and Hwoarang.

Suspended in a position that left no doubt about their intentions, with her skirt hiking up scandalously as he pushed between her legs to pin her to the wall, Faith felt a thrill of excitement overpower the embarrassment.

Reflexively she had wrapped her legs around his waist, the steadying motion evoking a growl from the redhead. Galvanized by the masculine rumbles and the feeling of coarse denim rubbing between her thighs, she tangled her fingers into the hair she'd so often taunted and kissed him.

The aggressive move was responded to in kind as the he pushed back combatively to dominate the pace again. The contentious move, far from being irritating, left every inch of her skin tingling in anticipation. The man knew exactly how to manipulate that gorgeous mouth of his, and she'd be the last one to prevent from having free reign to use it.

The wall-side dry humping may have escalated right then and there, but a rancorous voice shattered the pair's hormonal bubble.

"GET A FUCKING ROOM!"

Starting at the unexpected bellow, Hwoarang almost lost his grip. Awkwardly managing to re-catch and set her on her feet, he could feel the fumbling motions kill the mood. The expression on Faith's face only confirmed it.

He quickly scanned his brain for a way to stall, and without too much effort he latched onto an idea. Grinning roguishly, he wrenched the leery woman forward and, bypassing her lips this time, planted a quick kiss on her cheek. As she blinked at the unexpected placement, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front entrance of his building. He'd get a room all right.

Jamming the key in the lock, he cursed when it refused to turn. It was then that Faith spoke up.

"It's all right, Hwoarang, I'm-"

She stopped mid-sentence as he spun around, suddenly looking apprehensive.

"Don't go."

The words were more commanding than plaintive, but she ignored that, focusing in on his unhappy countenance. It just didn't suit him, she decided, reaching upward. Running a slender finger over the worry furrows between his brows and down to the tip of his nose, she finished the sentence he'd interrupted.

"I'm not going to run away. So don't break the damn key or we'll have to get another cab.

And that's where it ends for FF. I'm not willing to get this story deleted because of the content of the rest. So... I can e-mail the rest of those to those who may want it. It's adult content, however, so if you're not of age in your area, please don't ask. It's nothing that you can't find in a typical harlequin novel (only not as corny, I hope XD), but I gotta cover my buns. Sorry. :(