Chapter 5

We'd rolled onto our backs, Jungkook automatically reaching for me to snuggle against him and I did, not for a minute considering how this was all just making it more difficult to think about saying goodbye. I wanted to be close to him right now and so I'd roll with those feelings. He seemed quiet and I left him to his thoughts for a few moments, still regulating my breathing, thighs feeling the effects of shaking uncontrollably only a few minutes ago.

"Can I ask you something," he said and I nodded as he reached for one of the waves of my hair, twirling it around his finger. "It's about this."

"My hair," I asked, relishing in the way he gently twisted it, knowing he could tug it if he wanted and I'd feel the pull and enjoy that too.

"Well, ah, no." His cheeks went a little red and I furrowed my brows, confused. "Ummmm, other hair," and I clicked, hiding my smile.

"Oh sure. Don't be embarrassed," I said, trying to ease his worry.

"It's kind of private but I do want to know," he said, hiding the side of his face a little behind his hand.

"Ask me anything," I said, sitting up so I could look down at him.

"So, you don't have much hair, ah, down there."

"True."

"But you have some."

"Don't you like it," I asked, wondering where this was leading.

"I love it!" He was nodding his head, over exaggerating his movements and I laughed.

"Ah, thank you, I think. So, what's your question then?"

"Do most women look like you, down there?"

"No, some have no hair and others have lots. It depends."

"On what?" Now he was warming to the questions, looking less embarrassed.

"On what the woman likes, sometimes what the partner likes. I don't want to have no hair at all because well, that's complicated but the small amount I have needs to be trimmed."

"Why do you want some hair? Not that I'm saying it's bad," he rushed to clarify again.

"Why is it important? Is there something you've seen that you like?"

"I have only seen naked women in porn and they have no hair."

"Mmmm, yes, well there is a reason for that." I wondered if he'd understand and if I could explain it the right way. "As well as giving everyone a good view of what's going on, it makes them look younger, almost child like."

He looked confused, then frowned before wrinkling his nose up, a little disgusted as he registered what I meant. "Oh, hmmmmm, I don't like hearing that."

"Unfortunately it's true. The younger looking the better. Porn is not really what sex is or should be like. Try not to compare real sex to porn if you can help it."

"OK, I understand. Thank you, I just wondered. Is my hair OK then down there," he asked quickly.

"It's not the same for guys, you could have lots and probably hear no complaints. And I don't mind, it's all fine to me."

"I have a few rules for my work but I do prefer to have some hair. It makes me feel more like a man. But if it would be better, I can have no hair."

This conversation was definitely not something I'd had with any client before. "Let's put it this way. If you were to go down there, would you want a mouthful of hair in the way?"

"Oh, well, I don't know, we haven't done that," he blushed, cheeks bright red.

"It's not something a lot of guys enjoy so we definitely don't have to."

"I, umm, I'm not sure I would like it. I've heard things."

"That it smells and tastes horrible?"

He nodded, not making eye contact.

"It doesn't have to be a bad experience, that's why I trim and I'm always clean. But like I said, it's OK to not want to do things when it comes to sex. There should never be pressure to do things you don't want to do."

"OK," he said softly. "But you have done that for me, was there too much hair?"

"It was perfect Kook, please stop worrying."

"Well, I definitely enjoyed it that's for sure," he grinned.

"I could tell," I winked and he reached for my hand, kissing my wrist, unaware of the butterflies it sent to my stomach. Flexing my fingers a little at his touch, I relaxed against him.

He smiled. "Thank you for answering my questions. I know it was strange."

"It's not strange to ask when you don't know things. This is all still pretty new for you."

"It is and some things I'll need to think about more."

"You take your time and if there are things you would like to try, just ask. It's probably not new to me."

Thinking, he pulled me close again and I propped on my stomach, half lying across him. Our faces were close and our eyes met, instantly causing them to reflect the smiles on our faces. He pecked a kiss on my nose and I melted. It shouldn't feel like this with a client but I'd be kidding myself if I kept calling him that. At least internally he was more than a client. Still, the kiss felt tender and my face registered his touch.

"Do you have suggestions," he asked, rubbing my arms where a few goosebumps were prickling as the air in the room chilled the damp of sweat lingering from earlier.

"There are some things I can show you but I think we'll need a few minutes more," I smiled at the thought of more. I would always be ready for more with Jungkook but he would need a little longer to recharge. Although maybe not too much longer, as his finger caressed my skin and I felt him resting bare against my thigh. We'd only just finished and another round felt imminent to me, like I couldn't get enough. I wondered if he felt the same way, the sexual part of him that had been kept inside finally being allowed to come out somewhere other than on stage.

"Don't we have a few hours more," he asked and I noticed him closing his eyes.

"We do, are you tired?"

"You tired me out," he answered, eyes still closed but soft smile appearing and staying on his lips.

"I think you might have had something to do with that too," I answered, remembering. It was stuck in my brain, would play out for the rest of the week, anytime I thought of him. And I'd be kidding myself if I said I wouldn't be thinking of him. It was unavoidable, he was inside me now.

He just shrugged his shoulders a little, clearly a little proud of himself so I fluffed his ego up a little more. "Do you know, you started out really good at this but now you are more than amazing. It seems to be something you just naturally know how to do."

Blushing a little, he waited a bit before answering. "This? Do you mean," and he indicated the two of us together.

"Yes Kook, I mean sex. Intimacy. Everything we've been doing together."

"Making love?"

I startled at his words, cold sweeping through my whole body. I didn't mean making love because we couldn't and shouldn't and hadn't. That was something else entirely and not designed for this room. Not meant for the two of us. Clearing my throat, I stumbled over my next words.

"Ah, making love is very special and saved for the ones you have strong feelings for."

"I have strong feelings for you," he countered, tracing his finger across the naked skin on my back, leaving a trail I felt as it slid down towards my hips.

"And I do for you too. I just don't think it should be called making love here, save that for someone you truly love and have a relationship with. That's when you transfer all your feelings, all your love, everything you've built into the way you move together. It's usually slow and sensual and intense, it's amazing, with the right person."

He was listening, taking in all the words and I think he got my meaning although he frowned a little. "It sounds great."

"It is great, with the right person."

"You said that already. And I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing," I asked, my hand starting to stroke his thigh. He groaned a little as he answered.

"You're reminding me of what we are and what we're not."

"True and now I'm reminding you of what we are right in this moment."

I kissed a trail up his side, the initial flinch of surprise quickly turning into submission at my caresses. There needed to be a distraction to this talk of love, at least I needed it and so I moved like I knew I could to take his mind off things. Pushing the bed covers back, I stood up, stepping over his body to straddle his hips before sinking slowly down on top of his thighs. Jungkook had his arms above his head, resting lightly on the pillow but one came quickly to my hip as I moved myself into a comfortable position, my fingernails trailing across his stomach and massaging down until they came to rest on his abs. Lighting feeling those with my palms, I moved so my hand rested on his length, the twitch under my touch an acknowledgement that he was definitely awake.

Taking him in my hands, I moved in a steady rhythm, stroking with one hand after the other, the small gasps and panting an indication that he was quickly becoming undone, even as the obvious hardening in my palms made it very clear. "It feels like it will be over too soon like this," he said and sat up, putting both hands around my waist as he lowered my back to the bed, hovering over me. My hands fell away from him and he kissed my stomach, gently and like a whisper, never really disconnecting as he traced across my belly button and lower.

Nibbling my thighs, he subtly, like he didn't want to make it obvious, breathed in near my centre, taking in the foreign scents of my body. Clearly deciding to be brave, his tongue came out and he darted a quick lap against my core, catching my clit and sending a spike of heat through my body and a rush of wetness between my thighs. "Oh," I gasped out, surprised he'd decided to be try something I thought he'd shelved. Lifting his head to smirk at my exhalation, I smirked back, panting a little as I did.

"Trying something new," I asked.

"You smell of fruit and taste of something that isn't unpleasant at all," and he dipped again to kiss around my slit, teasing but not going in for a second try.

"Very brave of you," I said and his fingers came down, playing with the moisture that had gathered on my opening.

"Did you like that," he asked and I nodded, almost rolling my eyes. It was more than clear I did and even someone who hadn't had much experience could tell. It was embarrassingly obvious that I wanted him.

"I think we can safely say yes to that."

"Hmmm, I like fruit. And I like that you are so wet," he said and lowered his head again, this time, setting a pace with his tongue that was slow as he worked my folds, causing me to arch towards him, pressing my centre into his mouth.

"Oh, Jungkook, that's it, that's it," and I could feel everything threatening to uncoil. How could he bring me to that place so quickly with just a few moves of his mouth?

"That's going to be too fast for me too," I gasped out and he lifted his head, using his hand to wipe away the moisture he'd collected on his lips. "How about we try it together?"

Switching to point my head at his feet, I rolled onto my side and he did the same, mirroring me. He got it straight away. "Ah the number 69," he said, a cute, happy exclamation that didn't line up at all with what we were about to do.

"Why am I not surprised you know what that is," I asked, settling so that I could draw a line up his length with my tongue, shutting him up instantly. Focusing on making him feel good, I was still very aware when he parted my thighs carefully with his hands, resting his head between them, his mouth kissing soft caresses before his tongue set to work, causing me to fumble for a moment from where my mouth was sucking on his tip. One arm rested on my hip to hold me secure, the other was tucked under us, his thumb lighting circling my button as his mouth worked on my centre, tongue diving to explore parts of me he hadn't tried before. I had my arm draped over his butt cheeks, marvelling at how toned and smooth they were, enjoying when they clenched as I sucked him deeper inside the wetness of my mouth.

We both had to stop to breathe as the feelings building up made our brains disconnect from time to time before going back to pleasuring each other. I knew I would easily come like this, picturing his tongue invading all of me even while his erection was hard against the back of my throat, causing him to groan against me from time to time. Everything was becoming sloppy, the suction slipping on his length as I let go to gasp out his name.

"I want to be inside you when we come," he said, as he pulled away for breath, wiping his mouth before leaning down to kiss my hip. I let his erection fall from my lips, slapping hard and red against his stomach and turned to join him against the pillows. Rolling so he was above me, Jungkook took control, moving my arms to rest near the headboard, feeling for a condom which he slipped on while I watched, both our eyes lazy with want. As he reached down, guiding himself into my slippery depths, I knew it would be quick, the foreplay already sparking near orgasms in the both of us, more than once.

"That feels so good Ava," he mumbled, breathing for a moment, almost incoherently, holding my hands above my head with one strong grip, the other resting on my hip as he bucked into me. His pace was perfect, hitting the spot inside me that had my eyes rolling and head thrown back, neck exposed for his mouth to attach to which he did, bruising kisses of suction anywhere he could reach.

"Not Ava," I said, knowing I was close, hearing he was too and hoping we'd fall apart together. "It's Ella," I gasped out and just like that, Ava fell away and for him, in that moment, I was the Ella I used to be before this job stole her from me.

"Ella," he whispered against my neck, breath fiery, my name falling from his lips like a benediction. "Now, that is really who you are," and he continued to kiss every part of me that his lips could pay claim to, tears pricking at my eyes as I felt like Ella for the first time in what felt like forever. As he continued to thrust into me, my hips rising to meet his, I let go, spiralling, head spinning and he felt my walls clamping around him, sending a few more thrusts into me as I rode out my climax and he came inside me, groan reverberating through my body as the deep throaty sound left his lips.

Panting, we looked at each other, realising something had happened that wasn't planned but that I didn't regret. He was careful as he pulled out from me, reaching straight away to pull me close again.

"Thank you Ella. I know you didn't have to tell me your name. But thank you, it's beautiful," he said, gently brushing the damp hair from my face.

"I wanted to," I answered. "Don't ask me why, I just knew that it felt right in the moment."

"Do you want to take it away now that we're not in the moment?"

"No Jungkook, I want you to know my real name, who I really am. Please don't call me Ava anymore."

"I won't, you are Ella for me here. I'll only call you that but it won't be for long," he said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"It won't be long that I call you anything. We leave on Tuesday."

My eyes grew large at this information, only a few days and it would be over. Forever. The little imaginary world I'd set up for myself would be gone. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room for a moment before I blinked and steadied myself.

"So this will be the last night," I asked, willing him to say no.

"I would like to see you one last time. Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, yes, OK," I answered and I closed my eyes as we kissed again, locking in today, knowing tomorrow would come and go too soon.

A/N – I know this is a shorter chapter, hopefully you enjoyed it just the same. Only two or three more to go, this short story is almost over. I love how quickly he is picking everything up and trying new things but Kook has always been braver than he probably realises.