Mouths crushed together as though only the other can provide them oxygen, Yona and Hak move their hands up and down one anothers' bodies. Clawing at fabric with needy fingers, pressing into each other as if to become one right then and there. The passionate affection goes on and on…

He's OK. Tears of relief are in Yona's eyes, when they fall they are all joy. She can feel him, breathe him, smell him, and yet the idea that he's really here right now, that she's tasting his sweet lips, feeling his rough hands taking various holds of her, is more than she can accept. She does not deserve this man. But even that hardly matters right now. She can set that aside because she's desperate for him to be alive. She loves him, she loves him, she loves him, and if she can do anything to pull the pain from his heart… there is no thing in the living world she could possibly desire more in this moment.

She's OK. Hak cannot be apart from this woman. Ever. Because ever since… so, so long ago, when even he hated himself, he could at least picture her, what he could do for her, that in any way his life could be used to make hers in any measure better, no amount too small, and that was always worth living for. These past two nights have been pitch black in his heart. But these crimson locks falling in his face, even getting in their mouths… that he can be light of heart about this right now with her… is everything. She's always been OK… if he could make her laugh.

Hak pulls back and takes a look up at the princess' teary face as he punctuates spitting her hair out of his mouth, "Couldn't have done an updo?"

The apples of Yona's cheeks rise high as her pressed lips form the most heartfelt, sincerest of smiles - it's him, oh is it him - and then she bursts into laughter and falls onto his chest, nestling against his pecks, "You're so uncute, Hak."

"I think you forgot something…" Hak jokes as he playfully twists a strand of her hair.

Yona's smile still great big, without even looking - she lifts a hand, makes a small fist, and then punches his arm.

"That's my girl," Hak wraps his arms around her in an incredible embrace-

"Ha-k-" he's too strong - Yona laughs, play-gasping for air.

He smiles, then rolls her onto her back, releasing her from his powerful hold, and props himself over, an arm each side of her, his body completely eclipsing hers, "Don't think I was gonna let you off that easy," he warns with a tease in his eyes.

"Am I in trouble?" Yona bites her lower lip. If this is punishment, she wants to have been a very bad girl.

"Maybe…" he parts his lips in a very sexual way, slowly lowers to where hers open wanting him, welcoming him, begging him, and then denies her as he skirts around to nibble on her ear. He whispers, "I don't need to know why unless you want to tell me. I don't fucking care. But," he nips her lobe which makes her let out a small gasp of pleasure, as well as the fact that he was angry enough to swear in front of her - an impossibly rare thing, "Seeing you next to him... "

Yona turns her face to his and uses her hands to pull it to her lips, kissing him hard, deeply, with intended meaning, like a brand, then pulling away, emphatically, "That is the only thought ever on my mind. I think about you. No matter where I am. Or what company with. You're my choice. I gave myself to you," she parts her legs underneath him, "I belong to one man."

Fuck. Yona's words overwhelm Hak as he pulls his head back up so he can look at her. Ask any man who's recently lost his virginity - he wants sex. He's thinking about sex. Obsessed even. But with Hak's circumstances… fuck. His personal brand of heroine, whom he's wanted for years upon years and he can still barely believe wants him back, just spread her legs under him and said that. It doesn't matter where they are, what's going on, or how much there is left to talk about - this primal need… is beyond words.

Yona watches up at him with doe eyes, "Let me show you?"

Feeling pressure, he looks down to see her deft fingers already untying his sash.

"You're all kinds of trouble today… Princess," he lovingly carries his treasured name for her with that baritone voice, then, "We're in a war camp. Hiding," she slips the sash off, then opens his robe, "Being found together would ruin everything we've been apart to-" she grabs his lips with hers to begin to quiet him, then starts to disrobe him, which he helps her with, "...and when I say things like-" she brings her mouth back to quiet him again, but he fights against it, now both of them playing, laughing - she stealing kisses and he trying to sneak his mouth away to say it- "...like Yona-" oh that deep voice, Yona gasps softly, then he explains- "...everyone will hear you."

"I'll be quiet," she begs, running a hand up the bare, taut skin of his abs.

"Why do I always believe you..." he finds himself with his hand over hers, guiding it down to where he wants it.

"If I'm too loud, you have permission to stop…"

"Permission..." he lifts his hand back and runs a finger over her lips. He loves her strength, maybe especially when directed at him. But most of all, he loves playing with her...

...between undressing and kissing, quiet laughter and touching, caressing cheek against cheek, he whispers it over and over with varied sensual emphasis, "Yona. Oh, Yona… Yona, mmm Yona-"

"Uhh-" Yona feels his hand on her vagina. His skin is so rough, so strong, against her soft curls and silky skin, "...in me… I need you… I love you," she pants between kisses.

"I love you," he returns as he lowers her beautiful, naked figure onto her back and grazes his eyes over her, "...you smell nice," he comments in pleased surprise as his mouth finds its way to her neck.

"Mmm," Yona shuts the reason why out of her head and focuses on this moment of clarity - there's nothing as comforting as how sure she is about Hak. Crystal clear. This man is everything. And that's why…

...as Hak's bare erection hovers over her flawless, flat tummy, he can't help but ask her, "We're not in safe days anymore… are we?"

Ever her protector. Yona meets his eyes with steadfast permission - she's thought about it and already decided, "For me… if that happened... I would be happy."

Hak's heart races, he closes his eyes for strength, nothing would make me happier, Princess. He's wildly turned on by her words… he wants to do that. So badly. But...

Yona can read his mind- "-I know it's reckless. We don't even know what tomorrow brings. But I don't put my faith in tomorrows anymore," she softly places a hand on his cheek, "I believe in you. And me. And this," she moves one hand over his heart and the other over her own, "If you're alive in this moment, here with me, then let's be honest to our feelings. And live boldly without fear."

Her fire, it's back in her eyes. He sees it and knows he'll never forget this moment. His ring necklace, his vow, dangles between them and hers rests between her breasts.

She feels his heart race in sync with her own and knows that everything she just said rings a truth on a spiritual level, to the core of the depths of the earth and the height of the sky, that two people like this, in the absence of time, can embrace and know they could never regret it.

Hak looks deeply into Yona's eyes, meeting her exactly where she is, wanting to join her there, his eyes welling at the beauty and power of being reckless with her like this, then he places the hand of the arm he's propped up on on her cheek and guides himself to her most intimate space with his other.

Yona opens her mouth wide with pleasure as he, inch by inch, begins to fill her. Her breathing becomes ragged, but she keeps her promise to be silent. It's an incredible effort, but for this, she will force compliance. She needs this - desperately.

Yona throws her arms around his neck as he begins to thrust into her, a hand now cupping a breast and softly squeezing, he himself having trouble containing his sounds of pleasure. She bites into his shoulder to muffle her noises. Knowing exactly what they are doing heightens everything. For Yona, it's an overpowering ecstasy. Her vaginal walls squeeze tightly around him, sucking him in, desperate to please him, draw from him, as though a manipulative seductress waiting to gather his seed.

Hak is a willing victim. Bare inside her forbidden lands of fertility. There are few times in men's lives when they're allowed to do this. Nothing stopping them from sending their warm semen deep into a woman they love. And from the depths of their soul, truly wanting whatever could follow. Hoping they'd be so lucky.

Yona rolls her head back and further arches her back, aching with pleasure, as he continues to thrust - faster and harder as he sees what it does to her, all the while losing control of what it's doing to him. He sees her beginning to orgasm, feels her spasming around his cock, then catches her cry with his mouth, muffling her sound, holding her steady as he continues, driving her to an incredible height, her thighs now spasming around him, and then it happens - he comes into her, spilling forth a long and powerful hot stream into her warm womb.

He stops and they pant and pant. Taking their time to come back down from what was a lovemaking experience stimulating beyond their understanding of what's possible.

Hak savors this vision of the princess beneath him, beads of sweat, bee-stung lips, swollen breasts, eyes lost in a love beyond love, looking up at him in wonder.

"I never thought… you would… like this," catching her breath, she smiles, so pleased.

He collapses next to her, a hand tenderly over her belly, also catching his breath, "You've never come close to grasping how much I love you."

"Impossible…" she snuggles up into his arms, "How can anything be more than what I feel for you? It's too much."

He nuzzles his face into her hair as he wonders, "I don't know, I often think I was cursed by the gods with this size burden of love."

Yona smiles and smacks his arm, "That such a meanie is an otherwise perfect husband is just cruel."

Hak raises his eyebrows, "You don't like my jokes?"

Yona bites her lower lip as she blushes.

"Ehhh, see," he plants a kiss on her cheek, then nose, then forehead, and then starts exploring with those kisses…

Still blushing heavily and with a pout, "I've never cared for your completely uncute teasing!" They both full well know she's bold-face lying and Hak's next peck lands on her mouth where they begin kissing again, now softly, slowly, basking in how they feel about each other.

They lay together, kissing, touching, smiling, for over an hour before Yona is the first to grab her clothes to begin dressing and return to reality.

"I don't think I can let you go," Hak's heart is breaking as he joins the dressing.

"...you don't have to," she looks at him, her eyes expressing there is far, far more to be said, "Moreover, I don't think I can let you go."

"Hm?" Hak meets Yona's eyes and he realizes they're about to have a conversation of their lives. And in as recently as the past hour, he may have just set into motion an enormous new inspiration worth living for.