Main Characters in the Story:

*Kim So Hyun as "Athena" Myung-hee Park

*Tom Hiddleston as Himself

Chapter XXV: I Will Fight You.

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We dropped Marilyn off at home after ice cream and movie back at my house. Now he is taking me somewhere and not giving me a single hint about it.

"Can you please let the surprise be a surprise?" He says, amusement in his smile.

"No." I cross my arms over my chest. "For all I know, you could be on your way to break up with me." A tiny part of me really hopes that's not his intention at all.

He rolls his eyes and leans forward to look at the sky, now blazing with the colors of the sunset. "Just trust me on this."

"Tsh, fine. I will leave it alone." I look out the window and recognize the street we're on. I instantly think of the little ice cream shop at the end of it. "So what are we doing at-"

"It's not Sunny Daes." He cuts me off.

"Damn it." I whisper.

"Why would I bring you to get ice cream after we just got already?"

I shrug. "I don't know! They've got milkshakes and stuff too, you know." I pouted as we drive right past Sunny Daes. Naneun ajigdo baegopeuda. Naneun deo manh-eun aiseukeulim-eul saeng-gaghaji anh-ass-eulgeoya. {I am still hungry. I wouldn't have minded more ice cream.}

He slows to a stop at the red light and switches his turn signal on. The click of it turns my head immediately, catching my attention; we are turning left. He plans on taking me to the beach.

He watches me. The defeated look on his face means he knows exactly what I am doing. "Stop piercing it together."

I look away and can't help but smirk to myself. I stare out the window again. Too late.

He sighs audibly, but I sense no trace of anger. "I'm trying to surprise a genius." He pulls forward and takes that left.

"I am sorry, Tom." I can't even hide the wide smile my lips stretch into. "I didn't mean to. It just happens."

"Yes, I'm sure. Just watch. One day, I'll get you."

I snort softly. My competitive side peeks out for a second as I say. "Good luck."

We cruise down to the beach and pull into a parking spot on the far, more private end of the parking lot. He shuts the car off and tosses his keys into the cupholder. He obviously does not care what happens to the car because he shows no intention of locking it up.

"This is nothing compared to beach you took me to on our first date." I shut the car door once I am out. I move around to his side and take his hand. I study him as he stares out at the sunset. I didn't notice until now that he had an expensive-looking black Ray Bans on. He must have slipped it on after he parked.

It hit me out of nowhere; he's here. Tom's here, by my side, hand in mine. His skin is so warm, his grip so protective, the scent of him so intoxicating. He is as real as he'll ever be. He is here with me. And here I thought I forgot what happiness was. But something's a little off. His stare… it's like his mind's not even here. Tom will deny the hell out of it, but we both know the truth.

It's my fault. I broke his heart.

My heart sinks in my chest as I examine him even further, and what I thought was a beautiful sight is slowly turning into a nightmare. I tear my eyes away from him and point at the rocks. "Let's go over there." I suggested quickly. "Before the lifeguard comes back and ruins the fun."

He looks at me and shrugs. "I was actually hoping we could just, you know, sit in the sand. Enjoy the scene."

"Still tired from the plane ride?"

He yawns right on cue and nods his head yes.

"Alright."

We both make our way to the emptier side of the beach and sit down not too far from the shoreline. I sit between his legs and lean back against his body. His torso is much more muscular than I remember. He's been working out. I won't question him on it, of course. It's not like it's a problem. He wraps his arms around me and rest his chin on my head.

"I missed you so much." He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my hair.

"I missed you too. I thought I was going to lose it if I didn't see you soon." I lay my head against his upper arm. I feel so wrapped in him at the moment that a disaster could strike and I would still feel like the safest person in the world.

"School's over in five days." He intertwines his fingers with mine. "Are you still coming to live with me in England?"

I lean to my left and look up at him, studying his features. He seems slimmer than before. Still muscular, yes, but everything is so defined now. He looks… unreal. The pain I get from his problem, however, is very real. I have been giving the trip second thoughts since my incident with Michael. Still, I play it off like everything's okay. He still sounds like he wants me to go, so maybe everything is okay. Maybe I am overthinking the kiss. No surprises there. "If you want me to." I reply. The slightest bit of hope enters my stare.

He leans down and kisses my lips softly. He pulls me back and looks me in the eye. "Of course, I do. I'd love for us to live together again, much longer than last time."

I smiled, and I give him one more kiss. "Then I guess it's still a plan."

He smiles in return, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Good." He rests his chin on the top of my head once I look out to the ocean again. "I don't think I can go another day without hearing you sing softly first thing in the morning."

I blush. Just a little bit. I don't know why, but I do. I did not think he would say anything about that. "You… you could hear me?"

"Of course." He replied, and I could hear the small smile in his voice. "I always noticed. You'd go into the bathroom, humming while brushing your teeth, and sing while brushing your hair. I would stop and listen as soon as I left the room. You seem to prefer songs from musicals."

"Yes. They are a bit easier on my voice. Not as many riffs and all that."

"I agree. Your riffs are shit."

I grit my teeth and elbow him in the ribs with force. "Damn you." I can't even hide the smile he earns for that comment.

He laughs. "What? It's true!"

"I know!" I pouted with my lower lip, but I mean nothing by it. It's not like he's wrong. "You don't get to say it, though." I whine.

"I thought women liked honest men." He comments. "They also have trouble making up their minds, so I shouldn't be very surprised." Now he is just looking for a reaction. I can tell because he would never say things like that casually.

I sit forward and turn enough to look at him directly. "I will fight you." I warn him, eyebrows raised.

"Will you, now?" He's relentless. "You don't seem serious enough. I'm sure you wouldn't want to get hurt."

"I was thinking the same about you. Like I said before, Mr. Hiddleston. I was trained in jujutsu and judo at Martial Arts way back as a kid and I was once a champion in black bet. Don't underestimate me, babe. I am not some fragile doll… So fight me." I stand up and get my hands up in a defensive mode, challenging him.

He gets up quickly and gets in the position by his raising his fists up. His face has gone, a bit dark. Mischievous, even. "Bring it." he accepts.

By my first move I used Kotegaeshi also known as the 'wrist twist' as I took his left wrist swiftly and bring his fist in front of me then rest my hand on top of it, move my other hand towards the floor behind his arm and I flipped him onto the sand leaving him with a pain yet surprised look. I may hurt him a bit hard but that doesn't mean I could damage something so beautiful.

He grunts at the impact I gave him as he stood up. I proceed to use the traditional way of swift punches. He grunts again as he tries to block my attack and fails. He knows I can be fast, faster than him when I wanted to be. He punches me twice in my stomach and swings a hook in my jaw.

I then use Tai Sabaki from the hook, the most difficult yet effective technique to master. Irimi. Tenkan. Kaiten. Kaiten. Irimi. Geu umjig-im-eul myeong, Myung-hee. {Irimi. Tenkan. Kaiten. Kaiten. Irimi. Remember those movements, Myung-hee.} As I took his arm that attacked me, begin to swiftly move around with his arm causing him to trip his foot as I flipped him again with a harder impact. By the time, he stood up slowly again, I have given him a few back pains. But even I was prepared for his attack.

He suddenly wraps his arm around my waist and swings me around in the air, before I could use another technique in defense…

"KYAH!"

He puts me over his shoulder and starts walking towards the ocean.

I hit his back repeatedly, kicking my legs, struggle to break free. "Put me down!" I demanded through my gritted teeth. "This isn't fair!"

"You said 'fight'. You didn't specify, so this is my defense."

"Cheater." I stare down at the sand. Suddenly, I notice we are passed the shoreline. The sand gets darker… I know what he is doing. "O ani-yo. {Oh no.} Don't you dare, Tom."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He tightens his grip on me because he knows that I will start to struggle even harder.

I can hear his devilish grin. I am going to kill him. He will die with that devilish grin.

He pulls me down, doesn't let me touch the ground, and faces me towards the water. He starts to swing me back and forth, taunting me like the asshole he is.

"Don't you dare!" I can't hold back the laughter that comes with the nervous smile on my face. "Put me down. Put me down!" I kick my legs out, hopefully making him struggle enough to knock him back a little. The weather is not nice enough for this.

"Does this mean I win?" he asks. He stops the swinging for a moment.

"Ani-yo! {No!} This means you are an ass!" I start by trying to pull his arms open.

"You seem to be a bit heated there, Athena." His voice is smooth, deep and too sexy to be evil. It could have thrown me off if I didn't value the dryness of my clothes so much. "Perhaps a swim will do." He steps closer to the water and starts swinging me again.

"Araso! {Alright!} Fine! You win. Please put me down."

He chuckles and places me back on my feet on the lovely dry sand. He takes me by the hips and pulls me in, our fronts pressing together causing me to blush at this intimate position. Both of us are a bit heated from exertion, but the extra warmth does not bother me in the slightest.

"I wouldn't have thrown you in there." He says with a smile, gazing deeply into my eyes.

I give him a look of disbelief. "Yeah, okay." I wrap my arms around his and pull him down to my lips. He gives me a soft response, but I don't want soft. Nobody's got the time for soft. I dig my fingers into his curly hair and deepen the kiss, pressing further into him. If possible, of course.

"I love you." He exhales, slipping his hands up under my shirt. The pads of his fingers electrify the nerves they glide over as he caresses my sides.

I can feel my skin heating by the second, but separating will not help me. I need more. "Judo Sarang haeyo. {I love you too.}" I whisper. I know he understands the words I say as I grind my hips into him, creating a friction where intimate needs to be. In the intensity of the moment, I remember something I have really wanted to do for a long time now. I have never done it before, so my small knowledge in intimacy from novels and movies is all I am running on now. I stray from his lips and lead a trail of soft, teasing kisses down his neck.

His head tilts back with the sensation, an approving moan escaping his lips. His heart is pounding; I can feel it in the pulse as I press a kiss over. "Myung-hee." He whispers my name so precious in his lips.

I lead down to his collarbone and press a slightly open-mouthed kiss just below it. I peek up at him, walking his breaths as they get heavy and his eyes as they flutter closed. Finally, I press my lips to the same spot and suck on it lightly.

He hisses a little, but it does not sound like pain. Thankfully, it sounds a lot like pleasure. It would be pleasure when he sees the mark I leave. But right now, I think it is driving him wild.

I pull off and give him butterfly kisses over it. I press one more kiss to it, then reoccupy his mouth.

He nips at my lower lip, running his tongue over it. "Did you just mark me?" The lust in his voice is a note I had never heard before. I really don't know if I have to bring it out again. I am still a bit new to this kind of intimacy.

I stare into his eyes. "Maybe." I reply soft with a teasing yet innocent smile behind it.

"You better hope it's not dark." That threat is emptier than I thought. "It'll be a bitch for the makeup girls to cover up."

I raise an eyebrow bring my hand between us and cross my fingers. "Here's hoping."