The stairs were all white except for the outside wall which was all glass. Bright sun shone, making it almost impossible to see coming out of the dimly lit gallery area. Holding onto the railing, I stepped down slowly, Namjoon in front of me.

"Namjoon." I called, quietly.

"A-ha?" He said, turning and smiling brightly at me. Brighter than the sun. He stopped at a landing and I walked down to him, staying on the last step. I was almost eye-to-eye with him.

"Thank you." I beamed.

"For what?" he smiled cheekily, lifting his eyebrow suggestively.

I blushed. "For bringing me to the exhibition, what else!?" I punched his shoulder without much impact and tried to hide a smile. My cheeks felt hot.

A grin spread on his face, dimples showing, and he pulled me to him, slowly and gently. Suddenly, all felt fresh, it felt as if we were at the beginning of our relationship, silly like newlyweds on their honeymoon. I felt incredibly happy.

His arm was gentle around me and he pulled a stray hair away from my cheek. Gazing into my eyes, his hand cupped my cheek in a slow caress. Our lips touched, the sun streaming through our embrace.

The kiss was slow and light, just an affirmation of our existence. But, suddenly, something almost indiscernibly changed as if an invisible weight had tipped the scales, turning the kiss into much more than it was only a moment before.

My hands climbed to his face, rushing into his hair, gripping it, inching him closer, deeper into me. My mouth opened fully, beckoning his tongue to enter, moaning in response when it did. All the while his free hand tapped its way up my leg, grabbing my almost naked buttock. In each other, we forgot the outside world.

Our tongues were twisting and our bodies melding against each other, standing in a staircase at a museum in broad daylight. I was beginning to lose control. I was shaking, visibly. It didn't take a lot to light a fire when you have barely died down embers on the go already...

I felt a fist in my hair, yanking me away firmly.

"Stop. You have to stop!" He insisted between kisses. "Ogmygodyouhavetostoprightnowori'mgoingtofuckyourighthererightnow!" breathless he stared into my dazed eyes.

I think I had finally lost the plot. I looked at Namjoon, he was pulling his already messy hair with his fingers, trying to stabilise his breathing.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me, girl!?" Shaking his head in disbelief, he adjusted his loose jeans, trying to hide the blatantly obvious erection.

I giggled, seeing it. And licked my lips, biting them, eyeing the prize.

"Don't!" he looked at me with a threat in his eyes and a finger pointing in warning.

"We have to go home, right now. Because when we get there, I am going to bend you over and fuck the living daylights out of you until you can't take it anymore -you won't be able to walk for a WEEK! You hear me, you little tease!" flustered, he yanked my hand and pulled me down.

I was still giggling when we felt the fresh air on our faces.