Hak's hand leading Yona's. Bare feet. Anxious hearts.

The moon is a great yellow orb on the gently cascading water, slight steam rising off the surface as the warm element meets the cool night air.

When Hak reaches the edge of the pool, he turns to his wife. Yona glances up at him, her expression a mix of scandal and excitement.

"We just… go in... naked?"

Hak smiles wryly. She's feeling shy?! But she's been so… forward lately.

Yona tries to clarify her meaning, "Is it OK?"

OH. Right. She's not used to being allowed to do things like this around here. Not even close. Hak comforts, "We're the only ones here if that's what you're worried about. And if by chance some lost person comes stumbling through, I'll be able to hear it and protect your modesty. Promise."

"OK…," Yona considers, "turn around."

Hak's smile morphs to total delight at Yona's unexpected behavior. He knows her so well, anything new is a fun angle to tease. But he's holding his tongue tonight. So he turns and-

"I'll go first," then tosses his robe to the side and dives into the water.

Yona stares after him with wide eyes. So bold! How does he even know how deep it is?!

"Hak, you dummy! Don't die!"

Then she sees his head pop up, flip his wet hair back out of his face, and turn to her with a wide grin-

"The water's perfect! Warm, not hot. Feels great. Come here..."

Yona watches her personal warrior gracefully tread water as she musters her courage. Yes, Hak has seen her naked many times now. To be literal about it, he's had his hands on every inch of her and been inside. But it's different when they're in the heat of things. They're so close in proximity and she's distracted from all her insecurities. Those moments are intense.

But this… feels like he might actually see her. And there are some parts of her body that are less than perfect in her eyes. She doesn't want to be less than perfect in his.

Hak watches Yona consider her way forward. He's sooo holding himself back. If he wasn't on his best behavior, he'd absolutely be pulling her in right now - robe and all. As he thinks about the look on her face if he'd done that...

...Yona is wary of what that mischievous smile on Hak's face means as she walks to the edge of the water, pulls her robe up so she can dip her legs in, slips the rest of her robe off, immediately covers her breasts with an arm, and quickly drops herself into the water.

"Oh!" He wasn't lying… this feels amazing.

Yona's hair splays out behind her in pretty waves as she finds her footing. Ah, swimming - yet another thing her father wouldn't let her try, let alone learn. And of course Hak knows this about her but doesn't say a word. Gracefully, he's already at her side. She feels a strong arm around her waist to steady her.

"It's shallow here. We can stay at this end if you'd like. ...but if you'll let me take you - the view out in the middle is worth the effort."

Yona breathes out that thought with a sparkle in her eyes. Now that she's actually in the water, her insecurities have taken a backseat to new exhilaration - she can go out into the middle of a body of water? And naked… with Hak?! This is beyond anything I ever imagined in my palace life. It feels so… free.

"I want to go with you," Yona bites her lower lip.

Hak feels her tense in his arm, but sees the determination and light in her eyes. And that damn lip. Stay strong. You've done this a million times before. Hak loves this part of her. Whenever he gets to teach her anything, she has this passion. And it always turns him on.

As Hak takes Yona out into the depths, he holds her at a bit of a distance so she doesn't bump into… how he feels right now.

Yona is so wildly turned on in Hak's hold around her bare waist as he glides her along, powering forward with his incredible legs. She loves how in control he is and so skilled at everything physical. Everything. She blushes.

When they reach the center, Hak gently shows Yona how to starfish in the water so she can float on her back. Not letting go of her, he does the same beside her and together they stare up at the incredible light in the sky.

It's the time of year that the moon looks enormous against its dark backdrop and shines like a precious jewel. With the still, warm water hugging their backsides and the steam in the cool night air dancing over their bare skin, it's an incredible, rare sensation.

"Hak…"

"Mm?"

Yona literally feels her heart squeeze she's so happy, "You're going to be such a great father."

Hak looks over, the joy on her face and her smooth skin lit by the glow of the moon. He glances at her tummy, knowing what can't yet be seen, also feeling a tug at his heart, "What I know for sure is… this child should thank the heavens daily for getting you as its mother."

"What do you mean…?" Yona sincerely wasn't expecting that.

"Don't tell me you're surprised. You nursed half this country back to good health by walking village to village. You tame beasts and nourish dragons. You're the most loving, gentle, brilliant, kind-hearted woman I've ever seen," then with a besotted smile, "and cool."

Yona scrunches her nose in embarrassment, then remembers, "The first time you told me I was the coolest girl you've ever seen. ...that's around when I first realized how deeply I'd fallen for you."

"What?"

"When I said I wanted to touch you that night… I was too embarrassed to say it again. But I wanted to..."

Hak facepalms.

"You didn't tell me that you liked me either!"

"I kissed you multiple times, licked honey off you…"

"I thought you were joking."

"I know," Hak remembers the night in the tent when she actually asked him to stop joking, "I wasn't."

They giggle and smile, flirt and tease there in the water for a little while longer before Yona starts wondering why Hak is keeping a distance between them. Her heart is still racing from doing any of this at all, so she's feeling very…

She tries to maneuver her body a little closer to Hak… it's a fail. Yona loses her balance and drops like a rock into the water - only to immediately feel his arms around her and being pulled protectively against his body as he brings her back up.

"Easy there."

Yona coughs up water, "Sorry… I… was just trying to get closer," then realizing their position and becoming acutely aware of his strong biceps keeping her afloat, "It seems to have worked."

Hak shakes his head as though he just lost years off his life, "I'm gonna teach you to swim."

Yona notices his hair stuck to his face in the moonlight, droplets of water on his skin. Hak... is gorgeous.

"Tsk," Yona smiles, beginning to look just as naughty as Hak on his most playful days, "If my father knew all the things you'd go on to teach me."

"I'd have been out of a job," Hak affirms before accidentally noticing her breasts cresting over the top of the water. Thank the gods King Il could not read minds. I definitely, most certainly would have been out of a job.

Yona watches him notice her, then purposely cuddles against him so he can feel her softness against his bare chest. That's when she feels him below, poking against her belly. His breath catches and she can't help herself-

"Especially because there's one more thing I want you to teach me..."

"Hhh!" Hak gasps as Yona runs a hand on him below the surface of the water, "Yona…"

The way she looks up at him, those eyes, before he's able to think, his mouth is on hers and they're making out, her hold on him below strained and eager, his urges mounting, their bodies rubbing under the water, and before he knows it-

-he's inside of her. Was it the rubbing or did she just…

"Yona!"

Hak sets Yona down on a chair in the great room of the main building, a robe loosely draped over her shoulders.

"Hak..." Yona is stunned he had so promptly pulled away and brought her back to the water's edge.

Hak has a towel around his waist as he tries to calm down and think rationally, "Sorry, I panicked. I… I don't want to hurt you."

Yona sees the fear on his face, "I spoke to the doctor about this… I'm not fragile, it's completely normal to still… do that."

Yona watches the realization wash over Hak's visage. The morph from concern to awe sets Yona at ease and then into laughter-

"I wondered what was going on."

"Well, it also was a little reckless, too," then Hak bashfully scratches the back of his head, "It was obvious I was avoiding it?"

"Hak. It was just us. In the moonlight. Naked," she remembers wistfully, "It was perfect! But you kept holding me at arm's length, just basically making sure I wasn't dead or dying even though you clearly noticed me," she nods at his ahem, then, "Yes: obvious."

Hak is all sorts of pink, "Would you prefer I act on my impulses tonight?"

Yona's smile rises… "You said you want me to relax. Then exhaust me."

The moon still shines majestically over them as Hak leads Yona into a flowered clearing in the woods behind the bath house. Knowing what's likely coming… Yona is filled with anticipation and her breathing is heavier than it should be.

Both lovers are loosely wearing their robes from before and Hak has a pillow and blanket tucked effortlessly under one arm.

Yona's heart races as she watches him lay down the bedding in this beautiful setting. When he's done, he sits facing her with his arms gesturing she join-

"It's not the water, but we'll still be naked in the moonlight."

Yona scooches next to Hak, wanting him so badly, savoring the scent of being near him. She looks up at her man, her lips slightly parted…, "It's chilly."

Hak leans down and takes her lips with his. They make out with needy kisses like electric shocks, his hands cupping her face, her hands pawing up onto his hard chest and straining against him.

Hak gently lowers Yona onto her back, his hands move down and deftly untie her sash before parting her robe. He pulls his lips from hers so he can take in the sight of her body here like this - swollen mounds and glowing skin. The heaving of her chest. Goosebumps he'll do his best to send away.

All Yona's inhibitions are gone. She sees the look in his eyes - wanton. She opens her thighs and hardly realizes it as she moves a hand down to touch herself.

Hak loses it. His arms slide under her legs to lift her hips toward him and his mouth joins her hand at her womanhood. Acting on his impulses, indeed. He licks her like a beast, no restraint, his tongue wild and mouth heated. Yona gently bucks into him, feeling too much and desperate for more.

The feeling of his large, strong hands on her thighs, the sight of his sexy black hair whipping across her belly as he works, the sound of the moans he can't quite control - or doesn't want to - as he kisses her as intimately as a man can.

"Nnn nnn ahnn," Yona gasps and whimpers as her husband follows his desire. And then his tongue is inside her - she spreads her legs as far as she can for him, her head presses back hard into the pillow and she turns her head back and forth and back and forth as she tries to handle the sensations.

Hak loves the taste of every nook and opening on her body. He's drawn to them - they cloud his eyes with lust and send all the blood in his body rushing to one place. His mind completely lost. The ultimate distraction. She before him, writhing in pleasure at his touch. Her taste on his mouth driving him crazy.

"Hak!" Yona puts her hands in his hair as she screams it, as she feels the squeeze in her core begin to culminate already. Fuck, he's good-

As Yona comes, her hips spasm and her breathing stops, her body becomes boneless, exhausted and pleased. When she looks up at Hak and sees how he's still looking at her - like he'd take her there again and again if she'd let him - she smiles softly up at him.

"I'm not... cold... anymore."

Hak watches a bead of sweat slide down her forehead.

Yona watches him take his robe off - and sees a bead of precum on the tip of his erect cock.

"This is…," still trying to catch her breath, "...what I wanted you to… teach me," she continues staring at his swollen member.

Yona reaches her hand up to Hak. He helps her sit up and allows her to reposition his sitting position as he tries to gather her meaning. While she looks at his body, he can't help but lean forward and take one of her breasts into his mouth. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders as he arouses her, suckling and flicking, taking so much into his mouth and moaning affirmation.

When Hak pulls away, Yona sees how intensely turned on he is and pushes him down onto his back. He watches up at her, ready to be a slave for whatever she desires.

Yona takes his great erection in one of her petite hands and licks it from base to tip. She looks up to see his chest heaving.

"Yona…" he whimpers in worship.

She's still a little nervous - given she's made some pretty embarrassing mistakes at this before - but looks to her teacher for guidance, "What feels good?"

"That," he confirms, "and… a little more wetness, then squeeze gently, small twists."

Yona does as she's instructed - taking him as far into her mouth as she can and getting it as wet as possible, a mix of his precum and her saliva. Then with both hands, she carefully squeezes and twists, watching his reactions to gauge how much harder to go.

"What else?" she's loving what this is doing to him, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Hak is shy to be teaching her this… and yet he's in heaven and can't resist, "...cup my balls with one hand, rub me with the other, and suck the tip."

Yona obliges, now really getting into it - gently cradling his sack, rubbing his cock faster and harder with her other hand, and sucking his tip as thoroughly as she can - naturally bouncing her head up and down on it, allowing it to collide with the back, top of her mouth again and again.

Then suddenly she feels the surge in her hand and her mouth begin to fill with something - she pulls away and lets the rest shoot up onto his stomach. There's. so. much. stuff.

Yona stares at him bewildered - there's stuff in her mouth. She has no idea what to do.

Hak realizes, "You don't have to… swallow that if you don't want to."

Yona spits it into the grass - mind blown - and starts laughing in embarrassment and genuine amusement, "Girls… swallow it?"

Hak's face is beet red as he works to regain his breath, "...sometimes."

"Wait. How do you…" Yona's accusatory now.

Hak lifts his hands in innocence, "I've heard! Not experienced."

Yona smiles relief, then cuddles up against his hot body on the blanket. She's embarrassed but curious when she asks, "Would that… turn you on? If I swallowed it..."

Hak is incredulous that this conversation is happening. He glances off to the side so she can't see his face.

Yona crawls over him to see his expression and it's written all over it - "It would!"

Hak's smile is so big.

Yona giggles, then looks down at the stuff still left on his belly. The same stuff that had gotten her pregnant. She realizes how much more there is to explore with Hak and their bodies… and she can't wait.

"Thank you for your patience, Sensei. Next time I'll do even better."

Hak laughs up at the sky as he wipes his stomach with a small cloth they brought, "I'm done for. No man stands a chance against this," then he pulls her close against him as they lay naked looking up at the stars, surrounded by sweet-smelling flowers, "A lifetime with you isn't enough."

"I feel the same," Yona looks away from the stars and looks at what's so much more mesmerizing to her - him. She begins to trace one of his pecks with her fingers, "I love being out here with you like this. I wish… our life could be like this."

"Then let's make it like this."

"I don't know how…"

"You do. It's how you were when we traveled together. Be that honest with your heart even now. And if you ever feel yourself losing touch with it… let me take you back here, to this place that's just ours to be free, and we can remember together."

"You're right," Yona feels her heart lift at the thought, "Coming back to the palace, I slipped back into my stuffy old life, how I knew things were, as though I couldn't change anything. But that's not how we got this far. Not by following politics."

"I'd hate to see you living that kind of life… It would be a shame. Not just for us. For this country."

"I need to reject the politics and do what's right no matter what. Starting with the Generals' Meeting tomorrow."

Hak turns to her and strokes her cheek, "After our baby comes, I want you to know… if you want to travel again, I support that. Even if it's hard. I want you to protect your freedom. You can't be locked up in the palace. ...I want our children to see their mother thrive out there. They'll be strong because of it, too."

"Hak…" Yona is deeply moved to hear these words from him, knowing how hard it must be for him to offer that freedom. Few husbands of the age are this understanding. Even fewer kings. But to Hak, her happiness has always come before everything else.

Yona stands and pulls her husband up with her. She leads him through the flowered field, the moon still casting a beautiful light over everything in the face of the night. Yona stops and takes a step back, letting Hak look at her out here like this. See her. And she sees him.

The scars. The hard-earned muscles from thousands of hours training. Training for her. To protect her. To be the best for her. But most beautiful of all… the soul inside him. He's not the same boy from the palace before. Even being romantic tonight… he's still changing, growing, becoming.

Hak looks at Yona. The now-rough hands on her otherwise flawless body. The hair she'd cut for him now midway down her back. But most incredible of all… the spirit inside her. She's not the same girl from the palace before. Even taking chances tonight... she's still changing, growing, becoming.

And it's happening together. Their hearts becoming closer. Their lives for each other.

Yona reaches up and touches his face, tears in her eyes. He leans down to kiss her and they make out, hands wandering. Yona tackles him down onto the flowers and crawls on top of him into a lotus position - he sitting leaning back slightly, her legs wrapped around him, his legs bent out before him.

She lowers herself onto his shaft and slowly, gently rises on and falls on him, her hands wrapped around him over his shoulders, fingers playing in his hair. He gently holds her waist as he watches himself go in and out of her and then stares into her eyes as he feels it instead.

Yona leans in and they continuing kissing, loving each other. When he can feel she's coming near her climax, he flips her onto her back so he can hit the exact spot inside he's figured out she likes. It's an incredible feeling now especially that he's more sure than ever that this doesn't hurt her - rather, it feels incredible for her.

"Unnhh," Yona gasps in pleasure as she tightens around him - and for the first time she pinpoints the exact feeling of Hak coming inside of her. It's a magical sensation in her core, intensely emotional - to have pleased him this way - but also a warmth tangibly spreading inside.

Yona and Hak hold each other - sweat and sweet sticky naked skin in the moonlight, hands in hair, eyes full of wonder.

"I'm exhausted," Yona admits.

Hak kisses her closed eyelids and smiles down at his princess.

Thank you, gods.

It's a night of gratefulness.

That this boy loved this girl. That she loved him back. And that their love only grows… together.