Main Characters in the Story:

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

*Tom Hiddleston as Himself

Chapter XXIX: What Now?

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The Bathroom is huge. TARDIS-inspired, like a ton smaller on the outside. So it would have been a crime to leave here without a wash in the glass shower. It's beautiful. And spacious. It's like one of those fancy rich people's showers I used to see in magazines.

Although I am not enjoying it as much as I want to see that I am sitting in a corner, tightly hugging my knees to my chest.

My cheeks are starting to become redder as images and moments from hours before, have keep running through my head. I can still feel his fingers digging into my porcelain skin, his tongue dancing with mine, his lips moving along my neck… My neck. I looked in the mirror before I got in here; a big black-and-blue sits about an inch below jaw and… it is prominent. Every time I run my fingers over it, I remember his teeth as he marked me, and it scrambles my mind for moment. I want to feel that burst of adrenaline and ecstasy again. Over and over, actually, if it didn't mean it would eventually fade out.

I run my head through my hair as drips of the cold water start to trail into my eyes.

I am not upset. I loved every second of it, of my very first time. Tom did everything right, nothing hurt more than it should have. I could have done without the constant "Are you alright?" questions, but it's a bit complicated. He just wanted everything to be perfect, or pretty damn close. I am just… confused? I just gave him a really big part of me. Now it is just… what now? Where do we go from here? Are there any more big steps? I mean, marriage, obviously, but with society's current divorce rate, I don't really hold high hopes for that. Most of all: what if he gets bored with me? He has got everything now. My heart, my mind and my loyalty. What if, when he realizes I have nothing more to give him, he gets bored and leaves?

Tonight-or last night… I didn't check—was more than I could ever hope for. Now it is just a bit of confusion. Is that normal?

"Myung-hee?"

I decided not to answer. Judging by how close his voice is, he basically already found me.

He pads into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the light. He looks so sleepy and adorable. I want a picture of him like that. He opens the shower door and stops there. I am assuming it's because he's got his black cotton underwear on. "Are you alright, darling?" he asks me.

I take a deep, cleansing breath. I nod my head. "Yes. I am alright." I know I don't sound very convincing, and I know he can tell. I just don't care enough to hide it.

He reaches for the knob and shuts the water off. Once it's reduced to a steady drip, he steps in and crouches in front of me. "What's up?" he asks. The grogginess in his voice has faded, replaced by concern. "Why are you sitting there?"

Guess my quiet time's over. Han sigan-imyeon chungbunhaji, geuleohji? {An hour's long enough, right?} I slightly shrug my shoulders in response. "Just needed to do some thinking."

He takes on of my hands into his and rubs the back of it with his thumb. He is searching my face, I can tell, probably looking for an emotion. "Mind letting me in on those thoughts? Maybe I can help."

I wanted to shake my head no. I wish I would just put on a smile and said everything is fine. But I can't lie to Tom, especially after trying to lie to him about Michael. But… would it really be lying if I just didn't say anything? I wouldn't exactly be telling him everything's fine. It would mean I don't want to share right now. Igeo ya? I hue deo mueos-i iss-eulkkayo? {Is this it? What more is there after this?} It would be so nice if I could say that. Maybe I should. But, when I look up into his eyes, there were full of worry. Real worry could lead to stress. Real stress could get in the way of his work. And I don't want my petty problems getting in the way of his work. So I just shake my head. "Not now." I tell him. I feel bad, but it is a fear too raw, too fresh to address.

His lips press into a hard line. Then he kisses the back of my hand he was holding and presses it to his cheek. "When you're ready." He says sadly. He places his hand on the glass behind me for support and leans in to kiss me. It's gentle, comforting, kind of what I needed at the moment. He nods his head towards the door. "Come on. Come back to bed."

I almost get up too, until I remember the current state I am in, and I am not talking emotionally. "I can't." My cheeks started to grow a bit red.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Why not?"

"I am naked."

He scoffs, but nothing could hide the amusement smile peeking through. "Really, Myung-hee? We just had sex, for Christ's sake."

I raise a brow, immediately becoming defensive. "I-I was distracted and unaware of my body! Now my head is a bit clear, and I don't want you to see my breasts. Is that a problem?"

"Alright, let me get this straight." He crouches down in front of me again. Without a warning, he slips his hand between my legs. "I can see this…" he caresses my opening, and my heart jumps in my chest with a soft gasp. "… absolutely beautiful specimen here, but your breasts are well off limits. Am I correct?"

My head's still in a blur of ecstasy from the feel of his fingers on my private area. "P-Please… Tom…" I moan with a soft demand.

He chuckles and stands up. He leaves the shower, stopping at the doorway and turns around to face me. The concern is long gone, now replaced with a bit of a mischief I don't mind getting myself into. "I will if you get up and come back to bed."

I stare at him, but there is no real anger behind it. As much as I hate my body for responding this, I love feeling him all over it. It's my new weakness. I take a deep breath and slowly stand up, the remaining drops of water racing down my skin. I resist the urge to cover myself up. As Filthy Frank would say, it's time to stop.

Tom takes in the full sight of my form causing me to slightly cover my chest and lower area with a growing redness in my face, and I swear I can see his pupils dilate. He runs his tongue over his lower lip. "Ravishing." He nearly growls. He steps aside to let me pass.

I walk my way towards the bedroom, purposely throwing a bit of a swing into my hips with every steps.

As I approach the bed, he wraps his arms around my waist and throws both of us onto the bed. I squeal and giggle, while Tom starts to laugh along with me.