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Chapter twenty-nine
"Completly Consumed"
Honeymoon part 1

Taehyung POV

It'd been a long, irreplaceable, incredible day... and an even longer trip. The jet stopped in New York to refill, making our fifteen hour flight more into an eighteen and a half hour flight, because of the lack of communication. I wasn't sure about too much of it, being occupied elsewhere.

Luna and I spent most of our time on this plane making out, or catching a few hours of sleep, since we both know we don't have a lot of plans for sleep once we arrived at our destination. I still haven't told her where I am taking her. She's going to have to wait and find out on her own.

Spending time with her on my grandfather's jet did have it's perks. Small cabin up front if we preferred 'regular' seating.

We only used it to get in the air. I had told Areana, our flight stewardess, that if we needed her present, I'd call for her. She was very gracious and stuck to the front of the cabin.

Since then, I've had Luna all to myself, in the back, on this queen size bed. It has become a good use for us... anything but sexually, of course.

Not that I haven't thought about it, and not that she hasn't tried me fifteen thousand times in the past eighteen hours. But because I didn't want our first sexual experience as a married couple to be on a plane. (On the way back, however, is another story. I have quite a few plans to get her familiar with the mile-high club.)

She was still wearing that navy blue mini-dress of hers. I was aware that she had a white jumpsuit in her carry on bag, but I'm sure she is probably wearing this dress to torture and test me and see if I'll cave.

The bet is, she thinks I will lose my restraint and cave before we land. If I do, then 'I'm hers' tonight, as she so seductively mentioned a couple of hours ago. If I win, she said I can have one thing that I've wanted, that we haven't done yet. My choice. And though the thought of 'being hers' sounded incredibly sexy and engaging... I never lose a bet. Ever. Plus my list of things I want her to do with me keeps getting larger and larger, so I need to start narrowing it down anyway.

She lay on her back in front of me, her head propped up on a couple of pillows, her hair spread out beneath her. Between this dress and my suit jacket she wore, the sleeves being so long we had to roll them up, and they still hung over her hands - damn.

This woman was fine as hell. I smirked, lifting her left foot in my hand. She bit her lip, watching me remove the heel from it, and begin a deep tissue massage for her.

"Mmm," she whispered, turning a little to study me, "that feels wonderful."

I had to allow Luna to have all of the bed, as soon as I felt my pants tightening in a demanding way. I didn't want to lose the bet, so here I sit, on my knees at the end of the mattress, witnessing her tiny, sexy ass in that blue dress in the middle of it, touching her and having impure thoughts.

"Does it feel good when I do this?" I asked, dragging both my thumbs up the middle, toward her toes while applying pressure, and then spread my fingers out, making sure to hit the complete arch.

She hummed, inhaling, "yes."

I continued, dragging my thumbs back down, toward her temporal plexus pressure point (where the foot curve up on the sides).

Luna seemed to really like that, her lashes fluttering down to a close. I watched as she licked her lips, and felt myself twitching inside my pants. Fuck. There wasn't a place on her body that I could touch, that wasn't erotic. I raised her foot higher, and kissed her in-step.

Her eyes popped open and zoned in on me, and I instantly caught her plotting something inside her mind. She always gets a devilish grin when the wheels are cranking away, especially toward something dirty. "Taehyung," she cooed, slipping her foot from my grasp, and pulling herself on her knees.

I watched as she crawled toward me, revealing that painted-on dress in the most incredible way, where you could see any inch of her skin, both surrounding and beneath it perfectly. She stopped at the foot of the mattress and placed her hands on my shoulders, looking down to me, "I love you."

"That's why we're here," I smiled, knowing damn well this was a test.

"...I love you...," she continued, leaning down and taking my left ear lobe in her mouth. Her fingers slid from my collar bone, down my collared shirt, toward the last button. "...a lot," she whispered in my ear, before popping the button off.

I shuddered, my grin turning up higher, "yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, undoing the next two buttons. "So much... it sometimes drive me crazy. I can't believe I am your wife.

"Well believe it," I replied hesitantly, "because it's true."

"That means I can do whatever I want to you, right?" She continued to work her hands all the way up, until the shirt was done for. She shoved it off my shoulders and I closed my eyes, listening to it fall to the floor.

Stop her Taehyung, or you'll lose, my brain told me. Let her fucking continue, I want some action, my dick argued. A week's worth of missed action. I drew in a gust of air and let it out, feeling her tongue drag lazily across from my neck, and circle around my Adam's apple. Bella started to move again, until she slipped off the bed, and straddled my lap. In that damn dress. "Luna," I exhaled, "we shou-"

She cut me off by kissing me, pushing into my lap, and clawing her nails down my back. I groaned, feeling her rock back and forth in my lap. She was doing this shit on purpose. Fucking getting me going again.

My hands found her hips and I steadied her, pulling my face back for oxygen purposes, "hey. Quit it."

"Quit what?" she bat her lashes, and pushed herself against my neck again, "Quit this?"

"Yes," I gave her a pointed look.

She shook her head, doing it again, with more force this time, "can't help it... it feels too good."

Damn this woman was good. Maybe I wasn't the only dominant one... No, no, don't think that way. Stop her.

"Hey Taehyung?"

"Mmm?"

She leaned forward, placing her lips on my lobe again, "...remember yesterday, when we were in the stair well, and you slipped your hand in my panties and told me how wet I was for you?"

Jesus Christ. My eyes clamped shut and my chest clutched, forgetting how to operate my heart, "yes."

"Well... that was nothing compared to how I feel about you now... wanna check for yourself?" She lifted my hand, sliding it down the front of her dress, "Go ahead..."

Right before my fingers touched that black lace peaking from the opening between her legs, I turned my hand around and squeezed hers tight, "I know what you're doing."

She bit her lip and pushed into my lap again, this time rubbing herself on the back of my hand, which was still holding hers, "...do you?"

I shook my head, unable to wipe this damn grin off my face that gave me away, "yes. Knock it off. We are not there yet."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Yes I can, you're my wife," I tried to argue, knowing I didn't sound convincing.

Luna cocked her head back, narrowing those chocolate-caramel eyes at me, and smirked, "So what? You're my husband. And that means I get to tell you what to do, just as much... and I want you to put your fingers on my body."

I shook my head, "can't do it, Luna. Not yet."

"Then I'll do it for you," she whispered, trying to pull my hand toward her.

The muscles tensed tightly in my arms and I pulled her back, not letting her take control.

Luna exhaled, eyeing me down, "fine. I guess this calls for drastic measures."

"What kind of drastic measures?" I was almost too scared to think about it.

She pulled herself out of my lap and stood up, still straddling over me, the beautiful end of that dress in front of my face. Then she bent over and kissed my forehead, before sliding down those damn underwear. Of course, since she was hovering over my lap, they couldn't fall to the floor. Instead, they feel right onto my crotch of my black tuxedo pants.

Fucking... damn it. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I knew if I looked down and saw them damp in any way, I'd never make it. If I looked to the front of me, I'd see her dress revealing a tiny part of her heat, which I must admit is quickly becoming my favorite part of her entire body. If I looked up, I'd see those damn eyes, and she'd fucking look at me with this damn expression that said she was going to get what she wants.

So I took the coward's way out, by laying on my back, shutting my eyes, and sliding until I could flip my body around, and climb to my feet. I heard her hissing behind me, frustrated, as I stumbled toward the dor. It's really hard to walk when you have an erection the size of a fucking planet. I rubbed my palm over my pants, willing myself to calm down, but that didn't help. I tried to think of disgusting shit, like a grandmother in a thong, but that didn't do anything either. I couldn't turn around, because if she was doing ANYTHING remotely seductive, I'd lose it. Damn, she was good.

I learned right then and there not to buy into her shy and innocent act she sometimes pulls. I married a closet-vixen.

What do I do? I checked my watch. About twenty minutes before we land. I knew the last of the ten, we should be buckled up. So what did I do for the other half of the time?

I had no other choice.

I had to be a pussy, and cop out. She was going to hate this, but... I raised my hand, pushing the call-button, to get the stewardess back. I heard Luna tensing behind me, then quickly shuffle to grab her panties, and storm into the bathroom, muttering, "so he wants to play hardball..."

I was so screwed.

Areana knocked and entered, smile on her face, "yes, Mister Kim?"

"Approximately how much time until we land?"

"About eighteen minutes, sir."

"Could you collect some beverages for us, by chance? Anything will do."

"Certainly sir. I'll be right back with those."

"Thank you, Areana."

After she left, I listened as Luna opened the door to the bathroom. I was hesitant when I turned around, preparing to see her naked, or have a weapon in her hand to shoot me with. Instead, she had my jacket wrapped around her, and her arms crossed over her chest, hugging her own body.

"I'm sorry," I confessed with a frown, "You're too sexy, and I didn't want to lose the bet."

She shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, "it's fine."

I walked over and knelt before her, massaging her knees, "don't be upset with me, angel."

She looked down at me and drew in a deep breath. Then she spoke calmly, "I'm not. Just frustrated. Sexually. I... really want you. That's all."

"I know," I said, rising to my feet and kissing the side of her cheek, "let's just get off the plane first. We only have a little while, then we'll take a beaver plane - which is about forty minutes -, then from there, we'll have another mode of transportation. About an hour's worth."

"Why do we have to get on a different plane from this one?"

"Because this jet can't land where we're going."

"Oh. What's a beaver plane?"

"It's the type that has a pontoon beneath the belly, so we can land on water."

"That... sounds scary."

"No, we'll be fine," I ran my fingers through her long hair and kissed her forehead again, "won't be too long now."

There was a knock at the door, and Areana returned with two bottles of water and two cokes. I thanked her and handed Luna the water, and took a sip of my own. I smiled over to her and she smiled back. I knew she wasn't upset with me, but I still felt guilty for copping out on her.

In my defense though, it was her own damn fault.

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Luna POV

Taehyung and I spent the rest of the time on the jet in a cute battle. I kept trying to find out where we were going, and he kept dismissing my question with a repetitive, "Shh, you'll see soon enough." I even tried bribery with sex. He was really good at keeping secrets.

Our minds quickly removed themselves from the gutter as soon as we landed. Taehyung took my hand and helped me off the plane.

Though we were now nine hours ahead of what we were, it was all very mind boggling, knowing we'd been on an nineteen hour flight, and still had a little ways to go. I tried to look around, to maybe figure out where we were going, but all we did was walk from one slab of concrete at a section of an airport, to another plane. Plus it was still dark yet, an hour or so until dawn.

This one was a small, maybe an eight-passenger. Red with a white stripe across it, and as he said, pontoon bottom.

"Wait, Taehyung, are we in Asia right now?" I asked, tugging on his hand, trying to figure out where I was.

"Yes, well... Technically, India. Madurai, IXM Airport."

I rubbed my face, trying to wrap my brain around the travel time distance, as I stared up at the stars, "I'm so lost."

Taehyung threw his arm over my shoulder, watching people put our luggage in the plane, "I know baby. We're almost there."

"We're flying over more water?" I asked, turning my body inward and pushing my face into his jacket. I'm sure I seemed a bit disoriented, but being up in the sky that long does that to a person.

"Yes, hence the plane we're about to board. After that, we won't fly anymore for a few days. You'll be able to have some much needed R & R."

I inhaled his delicious scent, nodding, "okay."

"Have any ideas where we're at, or where we're heading?"

"Hopefully, somewhere with a bed."

He chuckled, kissing the side of my head, "Luna, you're my wife. Officially. A bed was the first thing on my list." He winked at me and massaged my back, before the guy gave us the okay to board.

I tried to hide away my fears of this teeny, tiny, crop-dusting looking plane, but as soon as we were seated, I am pretty sure my expression was very clear.

Taehyung leaned across the seat to me and took my hands in his, "don't be scared. I'll never let anything happen to you."

"I know, but-" I tried to argue, but he cut me off.

"I'd never put you in harms way. I promise."

I smiled warmly at him, wishing I could unbuckle my seat belt and crawl into his lap. Once the plane lifted in the air, I tensed up, making a strange, "eeeeeeeee" sound, with my mouth opened and tight, eyes wide like a fool.

Taehyung laughed a little and leaned forward, kissing each of my knuckles.

A few moments later, when we were high and weaving, I pulled my left hand free and put it on my stomach. My nerves were a little shot from all the traveling as it was, and it wasn't doing well for me or the baby in that tiny plane.

With one cautious look from him, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt even though he wasn't supposed to, and rushed over to me, holding me tight in his arms, "are you feeling sick?"

"Uhhhh," I shrugged, eyes closed, willing the feeling away. This plane, because it was so light, bounced up and down a lot more than the other one, which I couldn't even feel being in the air with it. I started to pray inside my head that I did not throw up on him.

That would be humiliating. I remembered Yoona doing it to Jimin on accident a couple months back before Ron's funeral, and didn't want to be the re-enactment. Plus this was my honeymoon. It'd give whole new meaning to the whole 'in sickness and in health' vow.

I bent down, hurdling my stomach, and placed my forehead to Taehyung's. He massaged my back and looked over my shoulder, presumably to find out where we were, "Hey, excuse me?"

"Yes," the pilot answered.

"Could you climb to a higher altitude for us? My wife is pregnant, and the bouncing is a little uncomfortable for her."

"I'll be able to climb higher in just a moment, sir. I'm sorry about that, we have some low, rough cloud coverage here. It gets like that, right before the clouds part toward land."

"Thank you," he said, before directing his attention back to me, "it's okay."

"I'm fine," I exhaled, putting my head back on his, "I'm fine."

He smirked, "I know you are. You look fine as hell, too. For the record."

I giggled, brushing my hand through his hair, "leave it to you to be thinking that way at a time like this."

"Luna, I always think that way. I am a man. And I married the most beautiful, sexiest, feistiest vixen in all of history. It's uncontrollable."

I smiled, pulling back to look at his eyes, "you think I'm a vixen?"

"Absolutely. Look at you."

I giggled, burying my face in the crook of his neck, "stop."

*&*#!#$^%$^

After that, the plane ride was decent. Once we came to a clearing, I pretty much became awe-struck. Before me, in the distance, was a large island, lit up with tons of lights.

Taehyung said we were surrounded by other tiny islands, miles away. The closer we got, the more of the tiny pieces of land we flew over, murky and foggy below us. I had no idea where we were.

"Taehyung," I gasped, covering my mouth as the plane started to descend, "is this where we're going?!"

Taehyung beamed, shaking his head, "you haven't seen anything yet Luna. Just wait until it becomes daylight."

I bit my lip, feeling giddy, and not so nauseated anymore. Pure anxiety over-swept me, calm but dominating. There wasn't a cloud in the sky now. Just stars. The plane continued to lower, floating up and down in the wind, until the large island came back into view. Gasping, I clutched my hand over my chest, feeling us land smoothly on top of the water, and slide toward a gentle stop.

I didn't get much of a glance of the island we were stepping out on, because all I could see was the gigantic boat in front of me in the water. Lit up like a cruise ship. Wooden. Tall. Mahogany. Three white sails with sea-blue trim.

"Do you know where we are?" he asked, adjusting his sunglasses on the top of his head.

"No idea..." I murmured, mouth agape, staring at the beauty in front of me.

"We, my dear," he said, pulling me in front of him and wrapping his arms around me, "are in a part of the Maldives. We are in the middle of the eastern Arabian Sea region of the Indian Ocean. This is the Male Atoll, this section of islands, stretching as far as our human eyes can see. In all directions... This is also known as Kaafu."

"Wow," was all I could muster, still unable to form a sentence.

Taehyung leaned forward, pressing himself against my back, "you'd better close that pretty little mouth of yours, before I put it to use."

I shuddered, shutting my eyes, and leaning against him.

A man in a suit stepped off the boat and grabbed our things without a word, before nodding to Taehyung.

"That's Anton," he explained, nipping playfully at my ear lobe, "he'll be taking us to your paradise. I knew, with you being pregnant, that I didn't want to put you on a speed boat and risk motion sickness. So I ordered you a much larger form of transportation."

"Sweet of you," I purred. "Wait. My paradise?"

"Well," he chuckled, squeezing me into a backward hug, "the original name of the island we're going to is Vabbinfaru, but for the next few days, I'm going to call it 'Isle La Luna'."

"Mmm," I cooed, raising my arm behind me and stroking through his copper hair, "and why would you do that?"

"Because it was practically made for you... you'll see why."

I bit my lip, tugging on the ends of his hair, "My, Mr. Kim, is this all in your ploy to get laid?"

He smirked against the side of my neck, before rubbing his nose there, "yes."

"It's really working," I replied earnestly, pulling out of his grasp and walking toward the ramp leading up to the boat.

"But, uh," he scoffed, arms open, dumbfounded and flabbergasted, "where... you.. but... you can't just say that and walk off. Why do you want to leave me hanging?"

I giggled at the pun in that sentence and waved my hand toward the ramp, "come on, you don't want me to slip and fall, do you?"

Instantly, he rushed to my side, and we walked up the high ramp together.

"Truthfully, Taehyung, this is amazing. I can't think of a good enough word to describe my feelings right now."

"That alone makes this entire trip worth it," he replied, as he lifted me over the gap between the ramp and the boat.

Once we were boarded and ready to go, the boat took off, coasting across the ocean waves like it was flying through air.

He led me to the top of the deck, and we ran to one end, admiring the endless view of midnight water from the angle we were facing.

I jumped up on the second rail, half-tempted to scream 'I'm queen of the world!' but knew he'd never, ever let me live it down. But I felt just like that part of the movie... like nothing could stop me, or hurt me. That we were finally safe and free to love one another how we were meant to.

"Taehyung," I exhaled as he slipped behind me, his hands finding my hips to steady me, "I'm... speechless. That rarely happens with me."

"You're making me nervous being up there," he responded, not really paying attention to my giggly expression or previous comment.

"I'm fine, I promise I'm not going to dive in or anything."

"I'm not so much worried about you diving, as I am you accidentally slipping in those heels, falling face forward, smacking your pretty little nose on the ass-end of this boat, and drowning in the endless depths of sea water below us."

I attempted to twist around quickly toward my right and glare at him from behind, but he mistook this as me slipping on the rail, and instantly made an awkward noise and pulled me off the railing. We tumbled backward, me landing on top of him with an 'ooof!', on the hardwood floor.

"Oh-ho," he laughed, still holding me with his left hand as he rubbed his head with his right, "that could have been more graceful."

"I didn't slip, I was trying to turn and yell at you."

"You can never be too sure, my love," he stated matter-of-fact-like. "Your track record isn't so promising, nor is it reassuring."

"Shut up," I elbowed his ribs, giggling as he hissed at me, and pulled myself up.

"Oh no you fucking don't," he demanded, winding his arms around my waist again and tugging me back down to him. He ignored me when I tried to object, and re-situated us, to where I was laying beside him, and his arm was beneath my neck. "Hush and look up. This turned out to be planned perfectly than I had imagined. The sun's about to come up."

I licked my lips and sighed, before looking up. Then my mouth dropped. Flickers of the last sail, mixed with an endless dark and light blue sky. I looked to my right, and saw more blue sky and blue water. To my left, same thing. I was surrounded by shades of blues. Exhaling deeply, I twisted my body and hitched my leg over his thigh, "it's absolutely beautiful, Taehyung."

He lazily turned his face to face me and gave me a half-smile, "it... runs a second-best in my book." Then he tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger.

I hummed, nuzzling up against him, "if we never had to leave this spot... ever... I'd be a happy woman for all eternity."

"I wouldn't make that assumption until you see where you're staying."

"I'm just as content on this big ass boat."

"I'm just as content as long as you aren't drowning below it. No more railing dances."

"Fine," I sighed, "I suppose. But... what am I going to do in the mean time?"

"What do you mean?"

I bit my lip, sliding my hand down his stomach, and dipping inside his white collared shirt. He smirked, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of my finger making circles up and down his happy trail.

"Do you want me to?"

"Do I want you to what, my love?"

"To do this. Lower..." I leaned forward, attempting to tease him as I breathlessly whispered, "harder."

"Mmmm," he thought for a moment. "Yes, but I'm trying to wait until we get there, and I know if you start that, then I'll be in trouble with halting our actions after you're finished giving me round one."

I nodded in understanding, excited about what he meant by round one. Smirking, I curled up to him, kissing the side of his arm gingerly.

He squeezed me tight, resting the side of his head against mine.

"This works just as nice," I stated in a whisper, listening to the sounds of the water hitting the boat, the birds in the distance, and his soft breathing.

"I was thinking the same thing..."

The gentle movement of the boat, plus the sounds of the wave, on top of the sun coming up against the sea... I was in heaven. The best part though, I must shamelessly admit, was being wrapped up in his arms. Curled up against him. Having my hand rest on his heart. Knowing I was a part of it now. Completely.

Within just a few moments, I closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh air.

I was a peace.

*&*#!#$^%$^

The next time I opened my eyes, I was still in Taehyung's arms. But this time, I wasn't cuddled up next to him; I was being carried. After a moment to realize that, being so lost in the intake of his delicious scent that I didn't care where I was, I nuzzled my nose against his neck and managed to croak out a, "where are we?"

"Still on the boat, sweetie. B Deck. We are about to dock."

"Mmmm," I said, heart fluttering, "thank you for carrying me."

"You don't have to thank me. I didn't want to wake you up."

"Did you get some sleep?"

"A little," he said, as he sat me on the counter in a little kitchen nook. "Let's fix your dress here...," he whispered gently as he tugged the ends near my thighs.

I bit my lip and smiled, watching him do all of the adjustments.

Then he brushed my long hair off of my shoulders and kissed my top lip. "Perfect."

I pulled him into me for a quick hug, and then a voice came from behind us that startled me, stating, "Sir, we're about twenty seconds to the dock."

"Thank you Anton," he said, before kissing my forehead. "Did you get a good nap in?"

"Yes," I whispered, brushing my fingers through his disarrayed hair, "it was so peaceful out there, watching the sun come up and warm my face... I didn't know I drifted off."

He smiled, kissing along my cheek, just as tenderly, "you seem happy, Luna. Extremely reposed... I cannot remember the last time I saw you this serene."

I gave him another hug, unable to resist. I just couldn't get enough of him. The feeling of his warm hands gliding down and around the small of my back... The shudders he gave me when his chin rested gently on top of my left shoulder while he breathed me in... The calm that surrounded me, though my heart continued it's rhythmic dance. "What time is it?" I asked with a yawn, shaking my head to wake up.

"It is...," he glanced at his watch, "...about six-forty-five in the morning. Which would be about nine-thirty at night back home, the next day."

"Oh," I yawned again, willing myself to stop it, "okay."

Taehyung slipped me off the counter and put me gently to the ground between him and the counter-top, "We'll get some food as soon as we get there, I promise. I'm not ignoring the rumbles inside there."

I giggled, and he led the way toward the front of the boat, but quickly covered my eyes and turned me away, cursing under his breath.

"Are you okay?" I placed my hands over his, rubbing the backs of his fingers.

"Yes, I don't want you to see anything yet. I wasn't thinking."

"Ohhhhh I see." I wanted so badly to ask him how we got here, who helped pay for all of this, and if we never had to return - but knew he wouldn't like a few of those questions, so decided against it.

A few moments later, his hand was still on my eyes, but he was back to carrying me with his other hand. I could smell the fresh water and hear the ripples and crashes of waves surrounding me as he took us from the boat. Though I knew there was a bigger surprise waiting for me, but a part of me didn't want to leave the boat. It felt surreal, being on it. Just floating above the water, away from anyone who has evil in their spirits and could harm us.

Away from all the mess of real life, with bills, and careers, and pressure, and responsibility. I pondered quickly about changing my career outlet to seawomam or fisherwoman... Hmm.

"Bye, Mrs Mahogany!" I called out, though I couldn't see the boat to wave to it, "I'll miss you."

"Mrs. Mahogany? You named the boat?"

"I liked it. So relaxing. 'Sides, guys name their penises."

"I don't have a name for mine. I just call it 'dick'."

"Well, we'll have to find one for it, won't we?"

I giggled as he groaned a, "...I don't know about all of that."

I listened to us going from the ramp to something... wooden? Edward set me to my feet, begging me to not peek, and shook hands with Anton, before he gave us our luggage. "Okay," he said, standing behind me and pressing himself up against me, "are you ready to see where you'll be staying for the week?"

"Yes," I smiled, feeling giddy.

"Are you really, really sure?"

"Yes," I began to bounce on my toes.

"And since I won the bet and didn't cave on the planes, are you sticking to your half of the bargain when we get there?"

"Yes," I promised

"Are you just saying that so I'll let you see?"

"Yes-No! No."

"Ahhh, too late, you're caught in a lie. That one's going to cost you."

I curled out my lip, starting to ask what I had to pay, then I felt him twist me around and press his lips to mine, hard. I threw my arms around his neck and pushed myself as far as I could go into him. Inhaling his scent greedily, I was half-tempted to throw my legs around him and beg him to take me... wherever we were.

Wait... Where are we? Light dawned on my marble head, and I stopped kissing him and pulled back, but he quickly threw his hand back over my eyes, muttering, "nice try. No peaking yet."

"Please just let me look!"

"Beg."

"I did."

"Beg more," he teased.

"Pretty, pretty please with cherries on top?"

He grinned, nibbling on my ear, "Technically, you offered that cherry a good while back."

"Taehyung, please? I love you."

"Oh, all right. Since you're begging. On the count of three... One... Two..."

"THREE!" I shouted, yanking his hands from my eyes. Then I gasped. We were standing on a wooden dock, skinny and stretching all the way down, about half a mile or so... The water surrounding us started from a light green, stretching into an exquisite shade of blue as it went deeper. But the most amazing part? The island standing directly in front of me. I wasn't sure how big the island was, but it was perfect in it's dimensions. Large enough to fit a couple hundred houses or so in it, but not an entire town. Flushed with different sizes and shades of green palm trees, white crystal sand, and a sky so blue that it was meant to be in a movie.

I felt my legs trembling, just standing there in awe of it. I didn't know what to say! How do you compliment something so incredible?

"What do you think?"

I raised my finger, trying to muster a word. What to say, what to say...

"Well?"

"It's... resplendent."

"Mmm, good adjective," he said, kissing my neck. "Do you see that building toward our left?"

"Yes."

"That's where we'll check in. It's also a restaurant. Clear on the other side of this island, there are tiny villas, where a few tourists are going to be... But they're only allowed on that side during most of the time... But the rest of this place... is ours for the remainder of this vacation."

"Ours?"

"Yes. Compliments of my generous Grandfather."

"Oh my..." I shook my head, stunned. "This is too much."

"Yep," he smirked, throwing our bags over his shoulder and taking my hand, "but that's the way my Grandfather is. Come on... let's go."

I think I practically skipped all the way down the dock, I was so excited. I could see the sand beneath the sparkling water to my right and left, little sparkles and multi-shaped shells. A crew of three, all dressed in white t-shirts and pants, met us half-way down the dock, and took the luggage from Taehyung.

I jumped on his back and he popped me up high enough to curl his hands beneath my knees, and carried me the rest of the way to the restaurant-check-in spot. On one side, the beach side, the building was surrounded by palm trees and sand. But as we walked toward the 'front' of the building, it was paved with a couple of cars, and fountains in the middle. He carried me up the steps, two at a time, and we entered the air conditioned lobby.

I was once more in awe of the way this place was decorated... Earth tones... Calm.

"Hello, reservation for Kim, please?"

"Ahh, yes Mister Kim," the woman behind the desk greeted us, adjusting her glasses as she typed in a few words, "how was your arranged mode of transportation this morning?"

"Wonderful, thank you putting that order through in such short notice."

"Anytime. Okay... here are your keys, Andrew is ready for you in the parking lot. If you need anything, just call me at the front desk."

"Thank you," he chuckled as I slid down his back, and twisted to take my hand, "come on. You ready?"

I about took off running at the thought of finally getting him alone in a place that wasn't moving. I started to giggle and beam like an idiot as he loaded me into the golf-cart looking thing. We said our hello's to the driver, and we took off, weaving in and out of sand and palm trees, inward from the coast. Taehyung pointed out the different birds and locations he had planned to take me as we traveled. We ended up in, what I was presuming to be, the middle of the island, but yet on the coast. Taehyung thanked the driver and removed our bags from the cart, before sending him on his way.

And then I got a look at our... paradise. Ahhh... nice.

I'm pretty sure I left my brain at the golf cart, if not back on the boat, or in California that matter, because he led me into the front door, and I couldn't say a word to save my soul. One view had palm trees, an in-ground swimming pool, and square hot tub. Another had an infinity pool leading to a peek of the ocean. Another was a sitting area. Inside... Wooden floors. Everything lit up in dim, glowing lights, or candlelight. Neutral, romantic colors. Rose petals in the hot tub and the deep built- for-six bath tub.

But the craziest part was the bedroom. I noticed brick walls, but couldn't figure out where they led to, until Taehyung opened the double doors. Then we were swept inside a room that had glass walls on every side. And outside the bedroom, was some kind of lake, or pool, or something. Then, from there, surrounding every inch of the outside of the bedroom, were these high, gray, brick walls set for privacy. Not to mention, caddy-corner to the bedroom, in the pond, was a tiny waterfall. The entire room looked like it was floating on water, but wasn't.

It was as if the bedroom was a separate part of the island, or an island all on it's own. Gigantic king size, golden sleigh bed, white comforter, throw pillows. Rose petals on the floor. Candles in each corner.

I couldn't speak.

I could barely even register what was happening.

-

Taehyung POV

I licked my lips and sat our luggage down, watching Luna stroll around the bedroom like she had never seen one before.

Of course... she hadn't seen one like this before, but still. It was cute, seeing the multiple expressions shadow her face as she reached out and touched the bed, the glass, the floor, and everything in-between.

It was as if seeing a baby open their eyes for the first time and welcome the world in.

This was my gift for her. Something I wanted to show her. What seemed like a long time ago, when Luna and I went out to eat in Seattle, I told her that maybe we could live in a dream world, where we'd be the first couple in history to truly love each other all the way... I noticed she remembered it, because she said it in her vows.

This was the dream world I wanted to escape to. A world I wanted to shelter her with for a while, and show her that she can be herself, one hundred percent. A world where she could feel safe. A world with just me and her alone.

At first, I was a little apprehensive about Luna being worried about the windows again. It wasn't too long ago that she freaked out about them in my condo. But watching her lean against them so she could peer through easier, in that blue dress, I realized that I didn't care if she was nervous. We were staying here, and so were the damn windows and... quite frankly... they could come to my benefit.

I strolled over and snuck up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bit down gently on the right side of her neck. She melted into me, humming and holding my hands tight to her stomach. I took that as my cue to suck on her neck and massage her body a little.

"Taehyung," she sighed, raising her arms and fingering through my hair, "that feels nice."

"Just nice?" I asked against her skin, while running my hands up and down her sides.

"Mmmhmm," she teased, biting her lip. "The more you do it, the better the compliments will be."

"Oh honey," I grinned cockily, dragging my bottom lip up from her neck and below her ear while I whispered, "...I can do it all night long."

She shuddered between my hands and rolled her head back on my shoulder, her fingers grasping hold of my pants surrounding my outer thighs, "Mmm. Are you going to start now?"

"Do you want me to? Aren't you hungry?"

Luna twisted in my arms and wrapped hers around my neck, "the food can wait."

"But the baby's pr-"

She covered my mouth, narrowing those batting lashes at me, "the food... can wait."

She didn't have to tell me twice, and I crashed my lips to hers, probably more rough than I had planned. But I couldn't help it. It's been a week. We were finally alone. We were on our Honeymoon. And God dammit, she was mine.

"Mmm," she tugged on my hair, pushing into my face with vigor.

My hands trailed down her sides, then around, and came to rest beneath her dress, on the bottom of her ass cheeks. I squeezed roughly, getting myself a good feel, before lifting and dragging her up my body. Feeling the way she threw her legs around my waist and squeezed... damn. It sent sensations straight to my dick.

I gently bit onto her bottom lip and pulled it out, and she moaned, pushing herself into my hips. Twisting us around, I used a free hand to feel around the bed, and then crashed on top of her onto it. Her knees trapped my sides and she slid her legs up and down mine, before hooking her heels around the back of my knees.

"Ungh," she gasped when I pulled away to catch a breath, "I thought this moment was never going to come."

Smiling at the way she said come, I licked below her ear, along her jaw, and across her bottom lip, before sliding my tongue inside the warmth of her mouth.

She tasted of everything that I missed and everything that ruined me when we weren't together. She was perfect, and living without her was hell.

This taste, this perfection... nothing has ever replaced it, and nothing ever will.

I made myself re-familiar with every inch of her, every corner, dip, and section. I lapped against her tongue, drawing lazy circles around it.

My hands continued their roam of her body, down the hour-glass shape of her frame... Her firm breasts, delicate sides, and sexy hips. Scooping beneath her and cupping generous portions of her perfect ass. I rolled us over, and she straddled me, pushing down into my center.

I smacked her ass, then went right back to squeezing hand fulls. Greedily. Damn, she felt good.

Luna flipped her hair back and tugged on my shirt, all the while thrusting up and down onto me. Biting her lip as she did it.

I wasn't sure exactly what she was wanting sexually, our first time as a married couple. Wasn't I supposed to be romantic right now? That's what most people were, at least in the movies. But damn... damn, damn, damn, I could barely register a single coherent thought, let alone muster a romantic plan of seduction.

She drug her french-manicured nails down my chest, biting her lip as I rocked her hips above mine. As soon as she started to unbutton my shirt, my hands found the hem of her dress, and I slid it up past her petite waist. More peaks of those damn black lace panties cascaded through my vision, and I couldn't see anything else.

Luna seemed to notice where my eyes were, because while she was sitting on my chest, she spread her legs slightly, giving me a much better view.

I licked my lips, my imagination running wild into the filthy depths of my mind, of all the things I wanted to do to her, and her to do to me. I couldn't love being married anymore than I did at that moment, realizing that anything was possible now. We no longer had to hold ourselves back. We no longer had to wait, or to resist, or to worry. She trusted me, I trusted her. We were one now, so why the hell not go for it?

I began to push her dress up toward her breasts, causing her to let out a moan from the bottom of her chest. Clawing her way back up to my shoulders, she leaned into me, so I could unzip the back of it. Her fingers working my shirt as I bunched the silk fabric of her dress between my hands.

"Lift your arms baby," I whispered huskily, bucking my hips when she bit down on my neck.

"Uhhh," she whimpered, sitting back up and doing as I asked.

My lips parted when her satin strapless black bra revealed itself to me, her long hair falling in whims against her skin.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're gorgeous," I panted, shaking my head as I sat up. I couldn't help but feel as if I had never seen breasts before, as I began to stroke over her cleavage.

Her strawberry-cinnamon scent waifed into my nose, obliterating my mind, and I leaned closer, unable to get enough of it. "Fucking perfect," I murmured, applying my lips to the top of her right breast. "...so fucking beautiful."

She pushed into me, scraping her nails along the back of my neck, "say it again."

"I said you're so fucking beautiful," I licked along her skin, my fingers teasing her nipple behind the cloth.

"Mmm," she pushed into my hips, yanking my hair harder, "say it again."

She continued rocking her hips against me, non-stop, each time, with a little bit more force. And since we were both sitting chest to chest, I felt every bit of her behind that lace, even though I still had my pants on. "Say it again Taehyung... please don't stop talking."

I was stunned. Eyes glossed over, lips parted, hands on her moving hips, fingers grasping at her taunt skin... stunned. She looked like a goddess. My goddess.

And damn, did she know how to dry fuck me.

"Please?" she begged softly.

My body began to tremble with excitement, and I was so overwhelmed with her, that my voice came out as a tiny, weak whisper, "...I said you're so fucking beautiful."

Luna hummed again, drawing her face close to me.

She reached her arm behind her, and un-clasped the back of her strapless bra, letting it fall between us, "...the things your words stirred up inside of my body..."

She pushed us back on the bed, her above me, and slipped off her panties, kicking them toward the end of the bed with her heels, "...the images you put into my imagination of us..."

I wasn't breathing, watching her lean down to me, then place her hot lips against my left ear.

"And," she breathed heavily, sending shivers through my spine, "because of what your words... did to me, I have but one important question to ask of you."

"What's that?" I asked heavily, lifting my hips so she could tug down my slacks and boxers.

I felt her smile against my ear, and grab my throbbing form beneath her body. Then she said the most seductive question ever: "Taehyung, ... Baby,... Love of my life,... Can I please put you inside of me now?"

Exhaling slowly, a shudder escaped me. My hands finally decided to function, falling and gripping tightly to her hips. I lifted her lower body up in the air and nodded a silent 'yes' to her, before adjusting her to where our bodies could fit together.

She dropped her forehead down to mine, her right arm falling beside my face, her left hand sliding my form between her heat, gathering the moisture there.

She bit her lip, blinking a few times, a hint of blush shading her cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle. No matter if she takes control of the situation or not, she can't stay dominant for long. It wasn't her nature.

My smile ripped right off my face as she pushed my tip inside. Immediately, I groaned and sealed my eyes closed, relishing in her warmth and wetness and perfection. Damn, I missed this. It'd been too long since the last time we did this. I vowed to myself to never allow that to happen again.

Not fighting the noises coming from me or my heavy breathing, I slid my hands around to her ass as she lowered until I was all the way in. I trailed my hands up her spine, cupping one behind the back of her neck. "Baby," I trembled when she put her face in my neck and began to gyrate and rock to and from my hips, "that feels so fucking good."

She pulled her face back and cupped mine in her hands, her caramel lusted eyes swarming my emerald, equally aroused ones. She bit her lip and shivered when I hit a spot on her front wall, her lashes fluttering closed for a moment. She wasn't bouncing like crazy on top me. We weren't going fast. We were absorbing each other. Moving slow-like. Her hips rocked sensually, pushing toward me, then up to where I'd almost be out of her, then backward, then down, filling herself all the way with me again, then back toward me... in a repetitive circle.

I about fucking died.

Breathing deep through my nose, and only about ten minutes in, I stilled her hips for a moment, willing myself to stay in the game. Never in my life, had I had the sudden urge to release so quickly. And how bad would that be, our first sex as a married couple? I'd be humiliated.

Luna pulled her face back and looked down to me, brushing her fingertips across my lips. "Are you okay?" she asked in a whisper, her face flushed in heat.

I swallowed, nodding quickly and focusing on her forehead. It seemed like a safe place. Because if I studied her beautiful eyes, or her long dark lashes, or her heated cheekbones, or her plump, swollen mouth... that'd be it for me.

She smiled, leaning forward and pecking my top lip, "are you sure?"

I nodded, inhaling sharply when she started to grind on me again. Her fingers found my shoulders and she used my body for leverage, gyrating at the pace she felt the best in. I slid my teeth across my bottom lip, studying her eyes, watching her bottom quiver when she'd exhale, or smile, or moan. I caught quick glanced at a few tiny, barely visible freckles on the dip of where her collar bones connected, and smiled. She is so fucking beautiful. I don't think she'll ever realize just how much I mean it when I tell her that.

She moaned, speeding her hips up. We weren't going slow anymore. But she was setting this pace.

Again, she about made me lose it. She pulled herself up from my body and my hands moved down her waist, gripping and squeezing against her skin. "Taehyung," she gasped, arching her back more, and tilting her head back, "Mmmmmmmmmm."

I smirked and blew out a gust of wind. I could barely speak. She had me fucking gone.

She looked down for a moment, pieces of her hair sticking to her left cheek, and smiled at me, enjoying my hands as I helped guide her. Then she leaned back a bit, and placed her palms on my knees. Just witnessing the way her breasts looked in this position, her nipples erect, her body thrusting and taking me in, her neck stretched long, her mouth parted in moans...

"Fuck," I whispered, feeling hypnotized.

I wanted to tell her how fucking sexy she looked riding me, and right when I opened my mouth to do so, she fucking spread her legs wide and showed me the best. view. ever. From her swollen breasts, to her beautiful stomach, to her gorgeous form, and my dick sliding in and out of her, glistening... I wanted to stay still forever and watch it, but I couldn't handle it. When she wasn't looking, too busy focused on her moans, her head was tilted back and eyes closed, I sat up and smacked her ass hard with both palms, before grasping and squeezing and stilling her.

Luna pulled her head up quickly to look at me, smiling at how firm I was just then. She licked her lips, grinding into me more. I did it again, squeezing harder. She moaned louder. Oh yes, she obviously loved a little pain. I could really, really get used to that.

I gave her a wink and a smile, and then quickly moved us around, never parting, and lay on top of her, our heads toward the foot of the bed. It felt good from this angle - from every angle - but here I could also focus on more things, more of her pleasure. I kissed her deeply for a moment, probing my tongue in the smoldering depths of her beautiful mouth. She'd arch her back to me, begging for more attention.

Moving back on my knees I pulled her along the mattress with me, and propped her ass up on the top of my thighs. I spread her legs a bit, giving her lower body a lift, where I could hit her spots dead-on while she lay back. As soon as I moved and began to pull and push her hips into me, and thrust into her, she fucking screamed out in pleasure, arching her back all the fucking way, her hands finding the headboard. I pounded into her, relentlessly.

"Oh fuck," she cried, listening to the sounds of our bodies crashing into each other, "oh fuck, oh God, Taehyung!"

Grinning arrogantly, I slowed way the hell down, loving her facial expressions as she struggled for breath, shivering in pre-shocks. She'd inhale heavily through her nose, and with every exhale, she'd whimper a sexy, "Ohhhh," then inhale again, then do the same thing, occasionally adding a, "Taehyung" in there. I knew she was close. I knew that if I so much as brushed her with a fingertip, she'd be done. But now, it was my turn..

I pushed into her as far as I could go, and stilled, the feelings of desire intensifying, and felt her muscles begin to contract heavily with me. Her fingernails found the covers and she scraped down, gasping when I held her lower body in my lap, remaining sheathed inside.

"Open your eyes," I whispered, stroking her heated, shivering stomach with my right palm.

She trembled, slowly doing as I asked. She chewed her lip once more when I gave her favorite smile, then moaned slightly when I pulled out and pushed all the way back in, my dick pressing against her furthest back wall. Again, I stroked her skin, savoring this feeling.

We were connected, in every way possible. Trembling bodies, lips parted, eyes locked. We couldn't take our eyes off of each other.

She reached out for me, and I pulled her up, smiling as she wrapped her arms gently around my shoulders. We didn't move; just stayed together. She kissed my right cheek, then my left, before pulling back and studying my eyes. I licked my lips, brushing stray hair away from her lashes. She pushed against me, caressing my jaw.

I gently smiled at her.

It amazed me how, just a while back, I was ready to explode, and now, I could do this forever. It's how she was with me, how I had this connection with only her. It hit me then, just how much she ruled me and my entire universe.

Luna tilted her head, grinning back at me. She was consumed in me, in the heat, in the passion of this moment, just as I was to her. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, chest up against mine, and kissed her nose. She sighed, hugging me to her and burying her face in the crook of my neck. Then she murmured, "I love you so much," in a soothing voice.

She gasped when my hands lifted her up, then moved her back down. I felt my body responding quickly, as if we'd never slowed. I was throbbing, urgent for the release. Absolutely torn, knowing how quick it could be over if we both lost control, and how much I'd miss her body when I'd part from it. It didn't matter what we were doing. It didn't matter, knowing that I'd have her again, many times throughout the week, not counting during the rest of my life. It didn't matter, even when I was inside of her. I could never be close enough to her. I would never get enough. Even if I were to climb inside of her heart, into the deepest part of her being, I'd still want more. Always.

And though a part of me was on romantic-kick, there was also this part that Kim came and moved to the front part of my brain. And my thoughts, as Luna moved up and down on me, said: Pink, tight, warm, moist, FUCK, moist, warm, tight, pink, FUCK, pink, tight, warm, moist, FUCK, moist, warm, tight, pink, FUCK ... over and over as she slid me out and pushed me in.

"Shit," I groaned, pushing my face into her collar bone, "I can't..."

She grabbed my right hand and pulled it from the grasp of her hip, and slid it down her stomach, resting my pointer finger on her clit, "help me. I'm close."

I pulled my hand away and licked my finger, before putting it back where she'd asked. Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I managed to maneuver her, helping her ride me the way I desired, while my right hand caressed her in slow, but strong circles. As soon as I started, she began to shiver, moaning and pressing her chest into me.

"T-Taee..." she gasped, unable to finish saying my name, and yanked my hair, causing me to wince and thrust at the same time.

I bit down on the left side of her collar bone and pressed hard into her spot, and she gasped in my left ear and then her orgasm hit hard, sending her into a trembling, shuddering, moaning mess of delight. I pushed into her the same time her muscles gripped tight around me, and cursed loudly while her body pulled out everything I was releasing. She fucking milked me dry, and I loved that feeling. It felt like it was never going to fucking end.

...But eventually, we stilled, and I panted into her damp skin, unable to unwind my arm from around her. I couldn't even move my face, let alone a heavier body part.

Luna hummed, brushing her fingers through my hair, whispering, "so good, so good" into the air.

I smirked and breathed in her scent of strawberries and cinnamon and arousal and sweat and fucking everything that I loved the most in the entire world.

...Then her stomach growled, and we laughed. After another minute, she pulled herself off of me and quickly rushed to the bathroom without saying another word. I fell onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. After all that waiting, I felt relieved. Like a new man.

It was nice.

-

Luna POV

After using the restroom, rinsing myself off, and wiping away the smudges of makeup from beneath my eyes, I wrapped a white fluffy robe around me and tried to remember how to get back to the kitchen.

Taehyung called out while I was in the restroom, telling me he was going to make me and his 'little boy' something good to eat.

I sighed, scratching my head as I continued my stretch of the house. He was so convinced that he was having a boy, it really scared me at times to think a girl would pop out. I'm sure that, no matter what, he'd be a great father, and would be happy... but I know a boy would delight him to no extent. And I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Hey," I smiled, stretching my arms. I found him, sans clothes, standing over a stove and flipping bacon, "it smells good. Your ass looks good too."

He smirked, shaking his head and moving the pan off the burner, "well, thank you."

"Where did all this food come from?" I popped up on the counter, crossing my legs and adjusting the robe.

His eyes zoned to my bare legs, and his lips parted, his body stiffening.

I tilted my head down to him, "Taehyung?"

"It's amazing," he whispered, shaking his head slowly.

"W-What's amazing?"

"I just fucking fucked you, and now I want to fuck you again."

I blushed, "can you still call it 'fucking,' now that we're married?"

He smiled up at me, blinking a few times to put himself back into reality, "hell yes we can. That's what makes it so great."

I laughed, and allowed him to move me to the kitchen table, which had a beautiful view of the patio and blue-green water, stretching endlessly. We ate slowly, in a comfortable silence, smiling at each other every once in a while. There wasn't a need to talk. We felt connected even when we weren't.

I wasn't sure why, but by the end of the meal - which hit the spot perfectly - I was feeling bashful.

Maybe it was because he was still butt-ass naked, sitting in front of me.

I bit my lip, pushing my plate away and leaning back against my chair

"What?" he smirked, knowing damn well what he was doing to me.

"I... can't believe you're my husband."

"Why do you have to say it so repulsively?"

"No," I shook my head, "I mean it in an... what the hell, he agreed to spend the rest of his life with me."

He chuckled, "Why wouldn't I? You make me happy."

"You... make me happy too," I whispered, growing more bashful.

"Why are you blushing?" he grinned.

I shrugged.

Taehyung stood up and cleared the table, walking around in the buff. I remained silent, watching him wash the dishes and clean up the mess, then sit back down across from me five minutes later. "So," he licked his lips, studying my eyes, "what do you want to do now?"

You. "Uh... what do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do."

You. "It's up to you."

"No, you pick."

You. "I don't know."

"Well, what are you in the mood for?"

You. "Probably whatever you're in the mood for."

"I asked you first," he grinned.

Still you. "I'll agree with whatever you decide."

He smiled, shaking his head, "if you don't give me a straight answer, Luna, I'm going to have to fuck it out of you."

My mouth dropped, and I stared at him in disbelief. It amazed me, once again, just how arrogant he was when he took control over me. Damn him and his magical voo-doo grins.

He smirked, knowing he had me. I watched as he leaned back in the chair, and placed his hand on himself. He didn't move, but he knew what I was thinking. I think my eyes about bulged out of my head. I'd never really seen him... stroke it... before, just out in the open. I felt like a virgin, all over again. Like we were back in that damn cabin, on my eighteenth birthday.

I blushed and about bit through my lip, looking away from him.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Am I embarrassing you?"

Yes, Taehyung. I hear how cocky you're being. "No."

"Then look at me."

I bit down harder, feeling my neck grow hot, and shook my head.

"Look at me."

I shook my head again, feeling more and more like a school girl.

"Please?" He changed his voice to that milky, sultry, velvet tone he knows works, "I want you to look at me. Watch what you do to me."

I cleared my throat and slowly turned, my eyes zoning straight to his. From my periphreal vision, I knew his hand and arm were moving now, and knew what he was doing. But his fucking face. Jesus. Smoldering, blackened eyes, staring directly at me. Messy sex hair I wanted to play with. Neck straightened but leaned back a bit. Lips glistening, like he'd just licked them, and parted open.

I inhaled through my nose, feeling my body react beneath the robe quickly.

He smirked, tilting his head to the right a bit, eyes still right on mine, "would you like to come over here and help?"

I swallowed, shuddering in the chair. Before my brain caught up with me, I got up and walked around the table to where he was. Sliding the bottom of the robe up toward my hips, I threw my right leg over him and straddled his lap, his knuckles rubbing against my stomach as he continued to stroke aggressively.

Trying to be confident, I cleared my throat once more, and whispered, "how can I... be of assistance?"

"Open the robe."

I did, pushing the sides away from the middle of our bodies, to where everything was revealed, except for my shoulders and back. I caught a quick glance of how firmly he held himself as he continued to stroke, how he bent his wrist, how the veins in his arm tightened each time he moved his hand back up, and loosened when he stroked down. "What next?"

His free hand slipped up between my breasts, and around to the back of my neck, pulling me an inch from his mouth, and he said dominantly, "turn around."

I furrowed my brows for a brief second, shivering, but then did as he asked, straddling his lap backward. I listened as he hummed, free hand pulling my robe off my shoulders, and discarding it somewhere behind him. Breathing heavily in anticipation, I jumped slightly when his fingertips found the middle of my spine. Taehyung leaned forward, pressing me into the edge of the table, and whispered, "I want you again."

Trembling, I told him that I wanted him too.

"Now?"

"Yes." Always.

"Good." His voice was back to being matter-of-fact-like. I listened as he moved the chair he was sitting in back, and stood up, pressing himself against the top of my ass, "...I want you to bend over, baby."

Closing my eyes and smiling, I did as he instructed, resting my elbows on the white cloth dressing the table. His hands stroked down my back, brushing my hair away, and down to my hips. Then they moved around and up, over my breasts. He kneaded them, smirking against the back of my neck as he rolled my nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs. Damn magic hands.

Once he turned me into an over-heated, shivering mess, he bent me further over the table, to where my arms were now flat, and my chin rested against the cloth.

I felt him moving himself around, against my heated flesh, and started to beg without my permission, "please?"

"Please what?" God, he was arrogant, with his smirky voice.

I sighed, growling beneath my breath.

"Do what, baby? Tell me."

I hated the way I had to beg for it.

"Tell me."

And knew he was getting off on this whole dominant shit.

"Talk to me."

Suddenly, I smirked, knowing exactly what I needed to do. I needed to get this damn thing in my field for once. Giggling a little, because it's about to be funny, I stood up, pushing him off my back.

"What are y-" he panted, but I cut him off, by moving away from him, and picking up my robe from the floor.

"Luna?"

"Mmm?" I replied nonchalantly, walking out of the kitchen.

"Whare are you going?" he called after me.

"I'm not going to beg you anymore, Taehyung Kim." I couldn't help but grin, I knew I was frustrating him.

I could hear him coming after me, "What do you mean, what-"

"I think I'm going to go for a swim and cool off," I said, hearing him pick up his pace. Quickly, I grabbed my duffle bag and ran inside, locking the bathroom door and giggling.

"Luna Ch- Kim, I don't think you're being rational here. Let me in," he knocked a few times.

Oh, yes. He was begging. How does it feel? "I have no idea what you're talking about," I pulled my two-piece, dark green suit out, and began to dress quickly. "I don't think I'm being irrational at all."

"Can you just please open the door?"

"In a second, I'm almost changed," I bit my lip, to keep from laughing so loud he'd hear me.

"Please babe? Come on..."

"Almost finished."

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"Stop being so impatient."

"You are my wife," he continued hastily.

"And you are my husband," I concurred, brushing through my hair with my fingers. Sex hair. It was staying. A good temptation for him to serve him right for always getting his way. Not this time.

"Baby, sooner or later, you're going to have to come out of this bathroom and then it won't be fun and games anymore."

"Aww, Taehyung, did I... did I do something to upset you?" I grinned, imagining the look on his face behind that door.

He growled in frustration, then exhaled heavily, "You volunteered your... assistance, then copped out on me."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you... should have begged me."

"I. Don't. Beg."

"Well then," I swung open the door, internally enjoying his lusted eyes checking out my frame in the suit, "guess we're both screwed... Well, not technically, but-"

He grabbed me, pulling me against him before I had the chance to get away, "I love you, but you're being a pain in my ass right now."

I licked my lips, brushing back his hair, "if you beg, you can have me."

"I'm not begging."

I faked a yawn, leaning back away from him, as far as I could go in his grip, "I'm actually getting tired, from all the travel and time changes and stuff. Maybe I'll just go to bed, since... I have no one else to do."

"Don't fuck with me."

I bit my lip, enjoying his frustration, "You have no idea how badly I want to... fuck with you... but you just have to beg fo-"

"Luna."

"Taehyung."

"Luna," his voice showed extreme sexual frustration at this point. "You can't do this to me."

"Do what?" I replied innocently.

"We're on our Honeymoon."

"Mmhmm?"

"And this relationship has been seven years in the damn making."

"And?"

"And you... just... can't do this to me." He was completely flustered, not used to not getting his way. I almost felt sorry for him.

"Just say the words, Taehyung, and," I stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his left earlobe, "...I'm all yours."

"Or I could just strip you naked and do it anyway. I bet you'll cave and let me."

"You wouldn't dare."

He growled, jerking me to him, his bare erection pressing against my thigh, "Luna, I'm serious."

I giggled, "so am I."

"Then quit fucking laughing." He was starting to sound weak, desperate.

I curled out my bottom lip, fake pouting, "Awe, poor baby, sexually frustrated but can't get his way because he refuses to just beg for what he wants."

"I told you," he replied through gritted teeth, "I don't beg."

"And I don't know what else you want from me," I grabbed his wrists, trying to pull his hands from my hips. I was unsuccessful. "You're starting to give me a bruise here."

He loosened a bit, his jaw clenching, and studied my eyes. Then he leaned toward me and whispered gently, and almost brokenly, "...please don't make me beg..."

It broke me, listening to the crack of his stature. I lost my upper hand.

Sighing, I rose on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, "Taehyung, you have such a big problem with losing control."

"I know," he frowned, voice soft. "But, I really, really want you. You know that. I always want you, every damn day, every damn minute of every damn day. Isn't that enough, you knowing about it?"

I shrugged, stroking his cheek, making my voice calmer too, "Sometimes it's just nice to hear it out loud, and not just have you assume that I know it."

He leaned in, closed his eyes, pressed his lips to mine, and murmured softly instead of kissing me. His voice was vulnerable, "I want you. Only you. Forever and ever and ever, every day, every second, with every breath I breathe, I want you. I want to be inside of you, always. I want to hear my name fall from your lips, because every single time I do, it's like listening to a beautiful, unforgettable melody for that very first time. I want to make you feel as good physically as you make me feel, in every way. I want to express my need for you by making love to you, any chance you'll allow me the opportunity... "

He inhaled me deep, still not kissing me, "I can't explain the drive behind me, pushing me toward you all the time... It's scary as it is, knowing you have this power over me, making me want you all the time. I'm absolutely terrified of it, but I can't fucking help it. So... if that scares me, imagine how I'd feel if I did give up the tiniest bit of control that I do have over you sometimes? I'd be lost, drowning in a deepless ocean of Luna which has endlessly attempted to consume me since the day I met you, and honestly, there'd be no turning back for me if it got to that point... and then I won't have any power over myself anymore. I'd never be able to gain it back. I'd weaken. Because you'd have it all."

He sighed, kissing me briefly, then looking me dead in the eyes, "don't you get it Luna? You're braver than me. You're okay with submitting the control over to me, for asking for what you want, with no inhibitions. I wish I could be like you, and I want to, because I admire you so much. I've given you everything else. Every bit of me, my heart, my soul, my mind, it's all yours. But this last tiny bit, though I want to do it, I'm... petrified. I know you'd never take it for granted and never hurt me but... I just..."

His voice trailed off and he pulled me tighter to him, never peeling his eyes from mine.

I trembled.

Wow. I don't know how our moods change so fast, but it always happens. Playful teasing and a change in direction suddenly went to an overwhelming state of mind.

There was a tiny bit of pain in my chest, frightening me, remind me how real this all was. How hurt Taehyung must have been without me, and how scared he is that, if he lost the control in the way he's terrified of losing it, then what would happen to him if - Heaven forbid - something was to happen to me, or this baby we've created, or us? Though I'd never, ever allow it, and would do anything in my power to be with him forever, as I knew he would for me, it sort of terrified me also. I knew how much I was in love with him. As everyone around us has mentioned, we're a rare couple. No one else comes close to us. And one second without him seems too long... Being utterly consumed in each other the way that we were, this couldn't be healthy, for either of us.

But it's the way we were; and both of us were fighting for it, to have each other always, and yet fighting against it, so we'd have a piece of our individuality for ourselves. Because we were thisclose to it.

This deep, passionate, endless love is making us do crazy fucking things without our control.

"Be with me," I whispered bluntly, "right now."

Without a word, Taehyung crashed his lips to mine, desperately. Our mood wasn't flirty and fun any more. Instead, it was something raw, and intense, and inundated. Was I sacrificing myself over, all the way, this very moment? Was he trying to do the same? I didn't know. But something was driving this one out of the water, pushing us further than we've ever been before when we were together. And neither of us were in control.

Taehyung walked us backward and crashed on top of me, undoing the strings to my top. I helped him with my bottoms, and we tossed the fabric out of the way. No words were exchanged before we started dipping into each other's mouths with kisses. I clung to him, pulling him all the way down to me by his shoulders, and wrapped my legs around his lower waist. Something was pulling at my heart. Making me want to cry. Making me want to pray that we never be seperated again. I didn't like feeling like this - having this ache inside for him, even while I had him.

I knew he had the same one for me, and was just as lost... and when he pulled away, struggling to just breathe, and his eyes found mine, they were misty... something I'd never seen before with him, during a moment of passion.

"Taehyung," I caressed his chin, inhaling slowly. I wanted to reassure him, somehow. "Everything is okay now. You have me. All right? I'm yours. I'll never go away, I promise."

He chuckled nervously and bent down, burying his face within the side of my neck, and inhaled my scent while he rubbed his nose down my throat, "that's all I've ever wanted."

I closed my eyes, feeling him kiss down my neck. It consumed me when he moved inside of me. With every pull he did, I felt less complete, until he pushed back in as far as possible. I had to have that deep connection. I was lost without it. His left arm was under and wrapped around me, his right hand on the pillow by my head, held his weight above me... but this was way more than sex. Maybe it's always been more than just sex with Edward, in his mind, and maybe that's why he wants to do it all the time... Maybe it's how he told himself that I was truly here, maybe it's how he proved to himself that this - us - was real now, and could never be lost again. Maybe its how he showed me things he couldn't put into words... And maybe that's what he's been trying to tell me all along.

Holy shit.

I hugged him, making him put his weight on me, "I just got it," I whispered, chin quivering.

He pulled his face up and looked at me, trapping my chin between his fingers, "you just got what, my love?"

"Us," I willed myself not to cry, emotions of marriage and pregnancy and intimacy overloading me into a blubbering mess, once again, dammit. "This. I just got what you said. W-What you meant... I mean, I heard it, but... it just registered, suddenly. Everything. This, what we're doing, it isn't about sex with you... It never has been, has it?"

He shook his head, moving slowly back inside and from me, "Never with you."

I swallowed, forcing myself to keep breathing and not get choked up, "I understand now."

He inhaled and put his face to my neck, kissing my shoulder. I knew he was trying to keep himself together. Hell, I was crying, but I couldn't help it. I was just happy. For the first time, in a long time, I was allowing myself to be happy, and have this moment, and share it with the only love of my life, the only person in this world that mattered.

Taehyung took his time, kissing away my tears, gliding with me, making sure I was comfortable. He asked me if I was okay, moved my body with his, held me close. I felt like a sponge, absorbing all of him. I wanted his smell and his taste and everything about him to rub off on my skin, and push inside of my body, and just stay with me forever. I didn't want to be me without him anymore.

We made love two more times after that, unable to get enough of each other. And in between those moments, when we got a little rest, we still held each other, not wanting to let go of this, just in case the sky fell from above us and ruined everything.

And when it was all said and done, when our bodies were too exhausted to go for a fifth round in one night, I settled for curling up against his chest and tangling my limbs around his. His left arm under and around me still, his thumb tracing gentle circle along my arm. I nuzzled into his skin, fluttering my lashes there.

"Luna?" His voice was raspy, and startled me a bit, since we had been laying there in silence for the last twenty minutes or so.

"Yes?"

"When you were... intimate... with that first boyfriend of yours, Tyler or whoever, did you ever feel consum-"

"No," I shook my head, kissing his skin, "never."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really. It was just sex."

He kissed the top of my head and hugged me tighter, "It makes me insanely jealous to even think about you with other men, so I'm going to drop that subject as easily as I brought it up. I was just curious for a moment."

I giggled, "I know the feeling. I don't like to talk about you and other girls."

"Do you... think... we should ever talk about our pasts more?"

"Um," I pondered, thinking carefully, "maybe. But let's not do it when we're laying naked in bed together after the most perfect sex of my life."

He snickered, "so far. We still have a few days here. We can talk tomorrow, if you want."

"Yeah," I bit my lip, feeling myself start to doze off, "I can't wait."

-

Taehyung POV

The next day, after breakfast, Luna and I decided to head to the beach and soak up some much needed sun and relaxation.

It felt like we had the island to ourselves, and we pretty much did, since anyone else sharing this island was restricted to the other side, no where in the vacinity of seeing us... and that meant... I could get away with a lot of shit.

Which was my plan, exactly.

My grandfather called me when Luna was still asleep, to ask how we were liking it, and to tell me a few 'perks' we get that I wasn't aware of.

Basically, those 'perks' consisted of me asking and getting EXACTLY what I wanted, all expenses paid, no holds bar.

With that in mind, I set up a 'beach bed' for us, and talked Luna into wearing her bkini without anything to cover herself, and walk with me down there. I threw on some black and white plaid board shorts and my sunglasses.

She greeted me in the doorway, hair down, wearing a black, two-piece. The top had a cut in the middle, fringe at the top, and two sets of strings - one set wrapping around the back, and another going up and behind her neck, which she could remove if she wanted to go strapless. The bottoms were fitting, bow strings on each side. Of course, my wife could look sexy in anything she chose to wore, including a black trash bag. But seeing her in shit like this...

I smirked, walking over and placing my hand on her back, "You look nice. Are you all set?"

She smiled up at me and gave me a nod. I grabbed a bag of things we may need, such as water bottles, sunblock, magazines, towels, and led her outside, toward the way.

The walk there was nice, with the sun blazing through the tropical trees. We moved slow through the sand trail, listening to the birds flying over us, and the wind, and the ocean crashing in front of us.

She smiled, ready to run ahead, as soon as she saw the water. She didn't even notice the sides of the island, just the green-blue sea in front. "It really does look like a Paradise!"

"I told you," I grinned, ushering her to the bed. The staff did a nice job, meeting every one of my requests.

The 'bed' was set up nice, cream sand stacked three inches off the rest of the beach to look like a 'mattress', with two decorative towels, and plump pillows resting above them. Between the pillows was hand-picked tropical fruit in ice, shielded from the sun. To the right was a bucket of ice and Champaign. In front of us were two small tables, with plates and champaign glasses.

"Wow," Luna said, dropping down on the 'bed'. "Did you do all this?"

"I asked for it."

"Incredible," she whispered, stretching her arms over the head and blinking toward the ocean, getting her full view of nothing but clouds and endless water.

I knelt beside her and pulled the sunblock from the bag, before brushing her hair off her shoulders, "let's put some of this on you."

"Taehyung, I'm tan," she half grumbled, half smiled, "it's not like I'm in High School still and never had the time to get a tan. Seattle has tanning beds. It did wonders for me."

"I know, I know," I kissed the side of her neck, "but the sun is different here, and you've lightened up a bit since the cabin, and I plan to be out here all day, and don't want you coming down with sun poisoning. Humor me, please? Even if it's only on your shoulders and nose."

"Fine," she smiled, curling into me as I massaged the lotion in. "That feels nice."

"Thank you." I allowed her to put some on me as well, even though I was darker than her. I didn't want her to feel inadequate or anything. After that, we took in the full view ahead of us, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

"Come on, we're going in. Do you think the water is warm?"

"Of course. It's ninety some degrees here."

"God, look at all this SUNSHINE!" She started to bounce up and down in anticipation.

With one look at her exuberant face, I swept her up sideways, her laughing and screaming, and curled her into my chest, "I hope it's really cold because I'm about to toss you in."

"Don't you dare say that! At least let it be warm."

As I predicted, the water was nothing short of perfection. From a distance, it looks green and blue, but once you get inside, it's practically clear, the ability to see the white sand beneath your toes, the tropical fish swimming in schools, the sparkling shells.

There was not a single soul in site. No one else could see us either.

I carried her out until the water reached my chest. She released and dipped beneath the water then tried to spring up, only to realize she couldn't get her nose or mouth over the water at this depth. I chuckled, pulling her back in my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me. Leaning her head back, she let her hair stay in the water, arms stretched out on her sides, the sun beaming down on her skin. I smiled down at her even though she had her eyes closed, and spun us in a slow circle.

"Ohhh we're in Heaven."

"Mmhmm." I spun us around the other way.

"I never want to leave."

"Me neither," I whispered, mesmerized by the clear water trailing over her skin, leaving tiny droplets on her chest and neck.

"Let's just stay and raise our kids here. If we run out of money, we can just live in a little tiki hut and make grass clothes and drink lots of pineapple juice. What do you say?"

"Won't you miss your friends?"

"Nah," she joked, "not that much. Not enough to go back. Besides, we can send them postcards."

I laughed, and bent forward, making sure she didn't drown while I applied a kiss in the dip of her collar bone, "I'll go wherever you go."

We floated and swayed in a gentle silence for the longest time. Even though I knew she was perfectly capable of swimming on her own, there was a part of me that refused to let her go. Not sure if it was because I feared she was too short in this deep of water, or if I just couldn't bare to go without touching her... Whatever reason, she didn't seem to mind, so I didn't bring it up in question.

After an hour or so, I pulled us toward the shallow side, and we sat in the surf, allowing the waves to crash over us. "Taehyung," Luna whispered. "Let's talk."

"Oh God."

"No," she giggled, leaning her head against my shoulder, "nothing bad, I promise."

"...Mmhmm."

"I promise. Cross my heart. I just wanted to talk. We've been so caught up in drama, drama, run, go, wedding, adjustments, changes, trying to get this house, and everything else... haven't really just had time to sit in one place together and talk about things."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"There are no personal questions when it comes to me. You're my wife. You are free to ask and say whatever you want."

"Okay... what's a song that reminds you of your darkest moments, without me?"

I scoffed, "That's easy. 'Bother' by Stone Sour. Summed my emotions up to a tee."

"That was fast."

"Yeah. I used to fucking dwell over that song, being fucking drunk and high and whatever else and just fucking... that song... ugh. When it played, my friends knew I was just... messed up. Which was regularly."

She frowned, looking up at me and resting her chin on my chest, "Was I... I mean... did I have a part in the drugs?"

"Truthfully?"

She gave me a nod.

I gave her one back. "Yeah. I hope this doesn't come out the wrong way, but... you were the main reason I started snorting coke."

Luna's shoulders dropped, and she frowned, mumbling, "I thought so... How did it... happen?"

I took a deep breath, shrugging. I wasn't sure what I wanted to tell her. Wasn't sure how she'd react, and if she could understand that this was all a very dark past that I wanted to keep in the dark... but I knew she was curious, and couldn't blame her. Everyone was that didn't know.

"Uh... well... as previously mentioned, you were in every thought I had, and I couldn't escape you sober. So, I met a few people that had it, tried it, liked the fact that I could have a few minutes of peace from my thoughts and fears and regrets, and then in the middle of it, I'd be thinking of you again, then the comedown would be so bad that, in a way, I was thankful to deal with the pain instead of thinking about you, once more. So then I'd do it again. Get my fifteen minutes without my problems, then see you, then comedown in mind-numbing pain without you again."

"How... bad did it get? I mean, I heard about the time Jungkook found you, but... any others?"

I hesitated, catching a glimpse of her eyes. She was too curious for her own damn good, "I worry that you're going to look at me differently if I keep tal-"

"Never, Taehyung. I just... I don't know, I just want to know. I feel like I need to know... but if you can't tell me, then I'll understand."

Licking my lips, I exhaled, giving into her sweet fucking eyes, "Uh... there was this one time when I was... with someone else... and this whole, like, crazy thing happened. Like, one minute, it was her, then it was you, then it was her, then it was you, then it was you, and you again, and then you some more, then right when I'd convinced myself it really was you, it was her again. I was really, really beyond fucked up that day, but... it messed me up, big time. I stopped and left her at my house, and just fucking took off, running down the Seattle strip, all the fifteen blocks uphill to Jungkook's place, and just fucking lost it. It took him forever to calm me down. It was a serious bad trip. It was the last bad trip I had, before the really bad... last time."

"Were you with Yeri?"

I nodded solemnly.

"Were you two..."

I frowned, nodding again. "Yeah, but it was like that all day, no matter what we were doing."

"...Oh..."

"Yeah... I'm sorry."

"Wow... that is weird but... kind of sweet, in a creepy kind of way."

I laughed, shaking my head, "Dear God, Luna, you are seriously morbid. The times I think you're going to deck me and run are the times you find it 'sweet'. I worry about you, I truly do."

She shrugged, crawling up my body, and straddling me. A wave hit her back and she fell forward, about knocking the wind out of me, thanks to her elbow to my diaphragm. "Wanna know a bad moment of mine?"

"Sure," I snickered. "It may make me feel better."

"I shouted out your name when I was with... Tyler. Oh, and I called Yoongi 'Taehyung', in the cabin, when he and I were together. Not when we were having sex because we never did, but I think I was drunk when I did it. And of course you know a little about my breakdown. Mmm... that's all I can think of for the moment."

"So you said my name when you were sleeping with someone else?"

She nodded, almost proudly.

I shook my head, "I guess I should feel honored but... I hate the idea of another man naked around you."

She laughed, "It happens. Just like with you and girls. I hate it, but it happened."

"Thank God it doesn't ever have to fucking happen again," I chuckled. "Now, you're stuck with my dick. I hope you don't get sick of it anytime in the next... ten decades. By that time, I'll be a hundred and twenty three, and highly doubt I'd be able to get it up after that... but you never know."

She buried her face in my neck, her soaked hair falling over my face, "I don't think I'll ever get sick of it... but then again, with as much pounding as you'll probably do, I hope it won't fall off or anything."

"Luna, don't you ever say anything like that again," I growled playfully, before rolling us over, me above her, holding her head out of the water, "if yours or mine falls off, I will be absolutely devastated. I'm not even kidding."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that we'll be working those muscles a lot between now and a hundred and twenty three. Because they say, if you work out, your muscles will be stronger... so... it'll pay off."

"Phew," I exhaled teasingly, "you really had me upset for a moment. It'd make me so depressed if I couldn't fuck you every day, or at least go down on you all the time."

Of course, that got her to blush. Typical Luna.

"What?" I teased playfully, running the tip of my nose down her jaw, "Why are you blushing?"

"You know why."

"Blushing in a sense means embarrassed or even overwhelmed, and when I'm doing that to you, you don't seem embarrassed."

"W-well, that's because, I... well at first I am nervous when you... but then it just... w-why are you messing up my thoughts?"

I laughed, squeezing her up to my chest, "I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

I sighed, smiling against her skin, "You're right... I love making you blush."

"I know you do."

"I bet I can do it now."

"You all ready did."

"I bet I can make you blush harder."

I felt her tense beneath me, "Taehyung Kim, what are you plotting inside that mind of yours?"

I bit my lip and pulled her and myself up. Ignoring her questions and grunts, I carried her overheated body back into the water, until it came up to her chin. She studied me for a moment, trying to figure out why I let her go and separated us for a moment... That was, until she saw me bend down and then pull my trunks up out of the water, and toss them toward the shore.

Then her face got as red as a cherry tomato. She comprehended what I was about to start, and made a turn for a quick exit.

"Oh no you don't," I chuckled, grabbing her by the waist and pressing her up against my chest, "you're staying right here with me."

"Taehyung, this is a public place, and-"

"Luna, this is an island, no one's on this side, not even the staff unless I call them. No one is going to see. And if they do, fuck it. They'll have a good show."

"B-"

I spun her around to face me and undid the strings to her top, pulling it off of her before she could object, "No but's. I want you. Right now."

She bit her lip, covering her chest, "are you... sure about this?"

"Absolutely. Unless you don't want to. I can wait, love." I hated feeling like I was pressuring her; it wasn't my intention.

She looked around us, doing a quick circle in the water as she scanned as far as her eyes could see. Then she stopped in front of me.

Before I could speak, she threw herself in my arms, peppering kisses on my lips feverishly. I grinned against her mouth, tugging the strings of her bottoms at the same time. Once I had tossed that with the other two articles of our clothing, I pulled us in deeper, and she wrapped her legs around me. It didn't take us long to situate ourselves with the waves helping lift her body and lower it. Of course, since we were in water, I didn't force myself inside; instead opting to take it slow and kiss her genuinely. I didn't want to hurt her. She hummed in my mouth, allowing me to press her stomach to mine, combining our bodies, me slowly filling all of her.

Again, we stilled for a moment, and she pulled her face back to look at me, "You feel really good inside of me, Taehyung."

And another coin goes into the ego piggy bank. Grinning, I pulled her face to me, kissed her vigorously, and she rocked her hips to and from mine. Instantly, we fell into a steady rhythm.

I held her, lifting and gliding her, while she bit down on my bottom lip and yanked at my hair. Without realizing it, I twisted us a certain way, and with the waves crashing against her back and forcing her up against me, it really helped us when we started to speed up, enamored by the sensations and that damn electricity bouncing between us.

We were right where the wave breaks occur, and with the sounds of the ocean, our surroundings, the gentle breeze, the water swirling around us and rubbing against our skin, and the connections we were able to make at this angle... Fuck.

Luna clawed at my shoulders, gasping in my mouth. I slipped my tongue inside, and held her face to mine, deepening our kiss.

With her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into the back of my legs, and the force of the water, she really had to do nothing but squeeze and relax her legs, and I was easily pulled and pushed within her.

Both her hands were at my shoulders and my hair, while my left was on the small of her back, and my right behind her neck, holding her face to mine.

I sucked in her bottom lip and released it, before panting in her face. My entire body started to shake, and I burried my face in her neck, ignoring the water splashing up in my eyes.

I was close. It was all around me, the gripping pull of sex. My ears echoed. My body was tensed. All I heard was water crashing and her breathing. All I felt was the warmth of her body, wetness all around, and the sun crashing down on us. But inside.. I was a bottle rocket.

Luna panted, gripping the back of my neck, "Tae- ... I-I can't. I'm gonna..."

I didn't even move. All I did was breathe her in one last time, and something within the atmosphere set us both off, because we clutched to each other and just rode it out together, the waves providing a sense of prolonging to our release. Neither of us said a word - I'm not sure if we could speak if we tried - the mere sound of inhaling and exhaling tentatively was the only sound around.

It felt like an enormous rush of power surged through every hair follicle and cell in my body. My brain couldn't even respond to what had happened. I felt almost disoriented from the aftershocks. It was fucking great.

Luna giggled, pulling herself up into my chest, pressing her cheek on the side of mine, "Taehyung, I think that was about fifty 'wow's'in a matter of a minute. Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I panted, placing my chin on her shoulder.

"You keep saying 'wow'."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

I chuckled lightly, then turned my face in toward her skin, "I wasn't aware that I was even speaking."

She giggled again, sighing and hugging me tight, "Well then I'll take that as I did my job very well."

I stretched my body and leaned back in the water, careful not to pull her under, "I think I need a cigarette."

"When was the last time you had one?"

"Before we got married."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. I'm... trying to cut back."

"Why?"

"You."

"Me? But I never asked you to qu-"

"I know," I opened my eyes and looked at her, "but with the baby and everything... I mean... I still smoke but I'm trying to lessen the intake."

"I'm proud of you."

I chuckled, pulling her up my chest, "Don't say that yet. All it takes is one bad day at work or something, and I'll be back to fucking chain smoking."

"Well," she hugged me tight, "I'm proud you're making the effort."

"Thanks angel."

-

Luna POV

Once we were waterlogged enough to almost make our limbs go numb, we pulled ourselves out of the water - Taehyung running ahead so he could grab my suit, because he knew I wouldn't dare leave the vicinity of this water without it - we laid out and baked for a few hours, drinking water and a glass of champaign (Taehyung drinking most of mine), and ate some fruit.

It felt a little odd, not having to worry about our friends or family or the phone ringing or getting ready for work.

All we had to do was nothing. And though it wasn't something we could ever do back home... Here, it was nice.

Taehyung laid on his stomach while I laid on my back, my arm covering my face from the sun. Taehyung opened his eyes and pressed a finger to my arm, "We need to go inside soon. You're getting too hot."

"Too hot?"

"Mmhmm," he leaned up on his elbows, "your body temperature can't go past a hundred and two, or it could be bad for our baby."

"Do you have all this stuff memorized?"

"Yes. Part of the job."

I moved closer to him and kissed his warm shoulder, "You're toasty too."

"We've been out here a while. Wanna go inside?"

"Do we get to have more sex later?" I teased.

He smirked, leaning toward my face and whispered, "we can have as much sex as you want, Luna."

"Well," I shrugged, trying to play it off, "we had sex about three hours ago... That's enough recoup time, wouldn't you think?"

He grinned, "Mmhmm."

"But," I pondered, wheels turning inside my head, "I think we should wait a little while longer."

His face dropped, "Why?"

"Because, I want to go inside, have a nice cool shower, get dressed up, go out to eat at that restaurant overlooking the pool, and then maybe let you have a few drinks... I have a plan."

"What do you mean, you have a plan?"

"I mean I have a plan."

"What does said plan include?"

"You not knowing until it happens. I didn't know about the 'beach bed', and I loved it. It's going to be a... kind of surprise."

"Luna..," he replied warily, probably sorting out his options. "I'm not sure if I like this idea."

"You will by the end, I think."

"B-"

"No but's," I climbed up to my feet and slipped on my flip flops, "get up, we need to go get our showers."

"Can we take one together?"

"Nope."

He glared at me, "I think your plan won't be much fun if I can't even take a shower with my wi-"

"Taehyung, stop being a baby and come on."

*&*#!#$^%$^

About an hour and a half later, we met up in the front doorway again. Not only was he un-allowed to shower with me, but was also banned from seeing me while I got ready afterward. My instructions were for him to 'put on something nice' and then 'be a good boy' while he waited on me.

He basically pouted the entire time.

I pulled my hair back, allowing my bangs to sweep to the side and fall where they may, as well as a few stray pieces behind my neck.

Makeup included minimal bronze eye-shadow and lots of mascara. I wore a strapless summer baby-doll dress, a bit chaotic with it's design. Large splashes of cool blue and mint green, but with traces of warmer colors as well, orange and pink, here and there, resembling a tropical beach during the warmest moment of a settling sun.

My sister purchased it for me as a Honeymoon gift. I matched it with some metallic back-strap heels. My 'Gemini' necklace was returned to my neck, and the only rings worn were my wedding set... it was enough to melt my heart, just seeing the set on my finger. Surreal, but extremely important to me. I liked being 'marked' like that; I enjoyed showing who I belonged to.

I found Taehyung sitting on the sofa, staring at the blank flat screen television. He was dressed in slick, black, button-down shirt, under a grey cream jacket, with dark black slacks.

His hair was perfected without even trying, and as soon as he saw me, he proudly showed me the most beautiful crooked grin of all of his in history. I beamed at him, shaking my head. It was so easy to get lost in him.

"Do a spin."

"Huh?" I giggled, walking toward him.

Taehyung stood, twirling his finger in a circle, as he said charmingly, "Please baby? Do a spin for me?"

I blushed and spun around.

"Mmm," he shook his head, stepping toward me, "absolute perfection." He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss to my forehead, "Tell me baby. How did I get so lucky?"

I bit my lip, refusing to answer in embarrassment, "I'm sorry that it took me so long to get ready. I wanted to... I mean, I know this sounds silly, but I wanted to look pretty for you."

He raised my chin and melted me with his emerald eyes, "Pretty does not begin to describe you. You... my life... are absolutely breathtaking."

Lifting on my toes, I kissed his chin, "thank you. You clean up well too."

"Well," he chuckled, handing me my clutch, "I did have time to perfect the curls."

I giggled, taking his hand.

He led me out the back door, onto a stone path, "I hope you don't mind if we walk. Will that be all right? I didn't think about the heels you'd be wearing..."

"No, no, it's fine," I put his hand between both of mine and pressed my cheek to his shoulder as we walked, "these are low heels. I don't think I'll break my neck in them tonight."

"Mmm, you never can tell, love."

Part of the island felt like we were in a magical jungle, with the sounds of rustling in the trees and the birds and grasshoppers... but with the tiki lights guiding our way, and the ocean crashing on our right, it also felt like something out of a storybook. But it was real.

"So, Luna Kim," he pulled me tighter into his side, "tell me about this little plan of yours. Am I included?"

"Most definitely."

He smirked, "Do I get a reward at the end of it?"

"If you behave and participate, you do."

"Are you going to tell me what the main act of this plan is?"

"Nope. Wait... Is that all you've been thinking about since we left the beach?"

"Yes," he replied earnestly, "I've been wrecking my brain, trying to come up with ideas."

"What have you thought so far?"

He shrugged, chuckling lightly, "Honestly, pretty pretentious things. I believe none of them are even in the correct vicinity of your plan though."

"Humor me," I nudged his ribs.

"Uh," he smirked, looking toward the stones, "Well... I was hoping for sex, but I figured if it were about sex, you'd blush and give something away."

Him saying that gave me an idea, about what Jungkook showed me in the stairwell before the ceremony, "Can I ask you something?"

He gave me a nod.

"Is there anything... sexually... that we haven't done, that you want to... explore?"

Taehyung grinned, stopping us in the middle of the path.

I turned toward him, my heart racing out of control. I was absolutely intoxicated by his scent, his looks, his stature, and that smile. Dear God.

"Is there a reason you're asking? Is this part of the plan?"

"Come on," I stepped closer, trying to control myself from attacking him and knocking us in the dirt, "we're supposed to be open with each other."

He licked his lips, "One of them you all ready know."

"Which is?"

He pressed his chest against mine, ran his hands down my sides, and around, gripping handfuls of my butt, "this. Mmm."

Trying (and failing) not to blush, I shook my head, inhaling, "why is that such a big deal?"

His grin grew wider, "trust me. It's a huge deal. For a lot of reasons."

"Such as..?"

"Such as, first of all, it really shows how much you trust me. Because it could be very painful if not done correctly... but then again, if you put trust in someone and are at ease with them, then it can be wonderful... for both participants. Secondly, for me, it would feel so ..." his voice trailed off, and he shook his head, "We better stop talking about this before I lose control of myself."

"What do you mean, lose con-"

He pulled me against him, and I felt something hard hit my hip.

"...Oh."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Don't be," I ran my fingers across his jaw, "I like it."

He kissed the side of my cheek and then turned in. Before I could control myself, I pressed my responsive chest against him and stuck my tongue in his mouth, yanking on his hair. He was like a drug. I couldn't stop to save my life.

But as soon as I let out an involuntary moan, he pulled away, cleared his throat and began to curse under his breath, "damn, Luna, fuck..."

"What?"

He took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing himself, "I'm trying to be all suave and charming and respectful tonight... Take you out to a nice dinner, romance you a little, and sweep you off your feet... I wanted to try and be that guy you fell in love with again... And yet here, fifteen minutes into our walk toward the restaurant, and you've got my mind filled with derogatory thoughts of different ways I want to take you in bed, and sporting wood." He scoffed, sighing, "So much for being charming."

"Taehyung," I pulled him toward me, intertwining my fingers between his, "Don't say that you're 'trying to be that guy I fell in love with'. You are that guy I fell in love with. All of him. Trust me, my mind is filled with sex all the time, just as yours... Probably even more, to be honest. You think you're the only one who is constantly turned on and wanting sex? Trust me. You're not. In fact, ever since I've been pregnant, my hormones are just like... all the time, thinking of you naked. I can't stop. I'm growing addicted to it. It's terrible."

He shook his head, scooped his hands beneath my arms, and lifted me in the air. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, while he pressed me up against his body.

"Baby, I really... really... love you. I hit the jackpot with you. So many men, especially married men, come into the office complaining how their girls are pregnant and they don't ever get any... And honestly, that was a fear of mine... but here you are, telling me the words I've been dying to hear and... damn. This conversation is not doing me any better with this condition."

I giggled as he put me back to the ground, and held myself to him still, "I want you Taehyung. I always will."

He pressed his lips to my nose, then my cheek, then my lips, lingering there a moment. Then he pulled back slightly, locked eyes with me, and whispered tenderly, "Same here."

"Good. Let's go eat."

He kissed me once more, then turned us back toward the restaurant, "Are you going to tell me about the plan?"

"Oh yeah, the plan," I smiled, "first, tell me more things you want sexually."

He hesitated, "Bab-"

"Taehyung, just do it."

He drew in a breath, pondering, "Okay... let's see... I want to try anal sex, as mentioned. I really thing you're going to like it. Oh, and I want you to let me lick you there too. And I w-"

"What?" I stopped, blushing and covering my mouth. I couldn't help it. It was one thing to hear about Yoona and Jimin doing it. It was a whole other to hear my husband declare it as something on his 'dream list'.

He looked at me like I turned into a million-piece puzzle, "What what?"

"What did you just say?!" Full-on blush mode now.

He bit his lip, stepping toward me, "I don't remember. You're scaring me, are you ok-"

"You said you wanted to lick me... there."

"And?"

"Taehyung!"

"What?!"

"Oh my..." I shook my head, hiding it in my hands, "I didn't... I mean I thought that maybe you... but then I... and... It's so weird to hear you actually say it."

"You asked me."

"But... why would you want to do something like that?!"

"Why not?"

"It's.. ew... It's... and... you know... where I... you know... and..."

"Luna, stop mumbling."

"It's that area! Why would you want to put your mouth near it?"

He chuckled, pulling me closer to him, "Because it'd be hot."

"It would so not be h-"

"Yes the fuck it would. Luna. Come on. You're clean, I love every single milimeter of you. There's not a single place on your body I don't want to lick. I swear on it."

"But it's so taboo, and-"

He chuckled nervously, "I didn't mean to freak you out, but you asked me. I didn't think it was going to upset you."

"I'm flabbergasted, not necessarily upset."

"So... that means you're considering it?" His face grew hopeful. Weirdo.

"I didn't say that."

"Luna," he stepped closer, leaning toward my face, "allow me to demonstrate something with you."

I put my hands over my butt, trying to step away, "don't you da-"

"Just come here," he laughed, "I wasn't going to molest your ass. Just come here."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I wearily took a step closer.

He leaned in, clutching my face in his hands, "open your mouth."

I shook my head.

"Please?" The prick began to rub his warm, inviting, silk bottom lip between mine, his fingers massaging my neck, "Please baby?" he whispered again. "Please open your mouth."

Sighing, I did as he asked, clutching his jacket under my fingernails. Shuddering, I watched as he stuck his tongue out, and without pressing his lips to mine, he slowly licked from the tip of my tongue, all the way in as far as he could, then flipped his tongue to where the underside touched the top of mine, and ran it back down. Then he swirled it around the tip of mine, and finally, excruciatingly slow, he kissed my lips. He did this a few more times, just as slow and intense. By the time he pulled away, I couldn't close my mouth, and was pretty sure I needed to change my panties.

"Mmm," his voice was seductive, and low, "did that feel good to you?"

I nodded, memorized by the sensations still tingling on my tongue, and his bright green eyes.

"And it feels good when I do it..." His hands trailed down and he turned them to where his palms touched the insides of my thighs, "..around here, too?"

I nodded, trembling into his touch.

"Then I guarantee you it will feel just as good anywhere else..." he leaned toward me, and I opened my mouth more, praying he'd do it again. He ran his hands down my thighs, then around and squeezed my ass, his mouth a mere centimeter from mine, "including here..."

I closed my eyes, feeling my nipples harden against his chest, wishing I was wearing a bra. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my lips as he squeezed my ass.

It took all the willpower I had not to jump him... But I did have to squeeze my legs together, because I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't. Why did he make me feel this way?! Why was it, that no matter how repulsive something would sound to the 'traditional' version of myself, whenever he said it, it made me want to think about it?

He gripped me tighter, pressing his hips into mine.

"Taehyung," I shuddered, my breath short, "do it again... The tongue thing..."

He pressed his lips to mine, muttering, "right now?"

I nodded, practically begging for it.

"Right here?" he continued to tease, knowing damn well what he was doing to me.

"Yes," I whimpered. "Please?"

"Mmmm," he kissed my top lip, then my bottom, and gave me the slightest touch on the tip of my tongue with his own before pulling away, "...soon, Luna."

"Taehyung," I growled, not letting go of his jacket, "you're... please... just do it."

"We need to go eat first. All good things come to those wh-"

"Who do the tongue thing to my mouth now. I guarantee you that if you do it now, there's no doubt in my mind that I'm going to come."

Taehyung stilled himself, tilting his head as he looked down to me, "How are you so bashful one moment, then turn into this the next?"

"Well," I scoffed, "You frustrate me!"

He smirked arrogantly, "I think I'm going to piss you off more often."

*&*#!#$^%$^

To sum it up... Dinner was really nice. I didn't really pay much attention, to be honest.

Taehyung was chivalrous as always, pulling out my chair for me, making sure everything was 'to par' with the order, cutting my steak for me, feeding me bites of his.

He ordered Sparkling Sweet Apple Cider, as well as Strawberry-Colleta wine. The restaurant behind the main office was beautiful.

Our table was surrounded in every direction by a lit up pool, the night sky open above us in all directions, soft blues music playing in the background, the ocean crashing against the cliffs in the distance.

Though the dinner was delicious, all I could taste in my mouth was Taehyung. And though the scenery was to die for, all that I saw was his smile, and his perfect white teeth, and his tongue bouncing when he laughed, or moving when he licked his lips.

Basically, he mind-fucked me earlier with that little, teasing, tongue performance thing, and I became completely transfixed with anticipation of what may happen later. So much, in fact, that when we'd talk, he had to steer me back into the conversation, because I kept getting side-tracked by his beautiful eyes, or his charming side-smile, or the way he winked at me when I tried a sip of his wine earlier.

"Luna," he chuckled, sitting back in his chair, "you can drink a glass. It's low-proof. It won't hurt you or the baby."

"No, I'm fine," I smiled. " I just wanted to try it."

He frowned, "I don't like drinking without you though."

"Why not?"

He shrugged, "lots of reasons. Do you mind if I smoke? The wind is blowing away from you, but if you do, I can just w-"

"No, I don't mind," I reassured him. "Tell me your reasons."

He lit his cigarette and inhaled deep, pausing for a moment. I watched as the smoke lingered on his lips, his tongue licking the inside of the bottom one, taunting me. He grinned and blew it out away from me, shaking his head, "you don't know how good it feels to finally have one of these."

"I bet," I laughed. "So? Tell me."

"Well," he leaned forward, clearing his throat, "I think I'd feel awkward, if I were to be tipsy, or drunk, and you weren't drinking. I mean, in Seattle that one night, it was okay because... Well, I just had a feeling it'd be fine. But I like to protect you. To be alert. I don't want to be intoxicated and then have something happen to you, and not be able to respond as quickly, since I wouldn't be stable."

"Taehyung, you honestly worry too much. You over-analyze. Nothing is going to happen. And this is your Grandfather's island, or whatever. You've even been here yourself, I'm assuming. So, I mean, you don't have to worry. Unless a Tsunami hits and drowns us both, I'm going to be fine." Besides, I thought to myself. I need you to be drunk for my plan to work. "So," I continued, refilling his glass, "drink up, buttercup."

I kept Taehyung distracted, and kept him in a good mood. An hour later, that bottle of wine was gone, and a new bottle (with a higher alcohol percentage, though he didn't know it it) arrived, and I began to serve him with that one as well.

"Luna," he stretched his arms out, revealing a piece of his stomach to me, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me drunk."

I grinned at him, choosing to not reply to that.

He took another sip and lit another cigarette, "Is that what you're trying to do?"

I shrugged, playing dumb.

He blew out a ring, "answer me please."

"No."

"No, you're not trying to get me drunk, or no, you're not going to answer me."

I shrugged again, smiling wider.

He smirked, shaking his head, "guess it doesn't really matter at this point. You know you're going to win regardless, with whatever scheme you have going in that beautiful enigmatic mind of yours."

*&*#!#$^%$^

By the time Taehyung's eyes were glazed over, it was stretching toward one in the morning. We stayed at the restaurant until about eleven, then, with fresh bottle in hand, Taehyung and I took a walk on the beach. Though he tried as hard as possible to stand up tall and look sober, I knew he was a shade in the wind gone now, if not a few shades.

He turned me into his side, so I didn't trip over the rock a few feet in front of me, "Come here," he whispered. "I'll protect you."

I giggled, squeezing him tight, "Do you know where we're even at? Because I'm the sober one, and I'm lost."

"I know where we're at. We're in the Maldives."

"No, I understand that," I nudged him, "but where at on the island? Where's our place?"

"It's up ahead. Hey Luna, I need to tell you something."

"Okay."

Taehyung stopped us, ignoring the water that passed his shoes and my heels, soaking the ends of his pants, "This is very important, so I need to be looking at you when I say it."

I tried not to laugh as I helped balance him, "Okay. I'm ready."

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Okay. Luna Kim..."

"...Yes?"

He tilted his head, grinning down to me, "Will you marry me?"

"Taehyung ," I laughed, throwing my head back, "we just got married two days ago."

"I know," he stepped closer, placing his hands on my hips, "but I want to marry you again."

"How can we get married when we're all ready married?"

"Mmm..." he thought, looking drunkenly adorable, "maybe it's not legal over here, so we can do it twice? You know, a different country and all."

I inhaled his scent, pressing my face into his chest, "You're crazy."

"Besides," he bent down, so he was my height, "think of all the consummation sex we could have... making our multiple marriages legit."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I laughed, "Well, all the more reason, I suppose."

"Exactly." He lifted me out of the water, and I wrapped my legs around him, "Baby, I wish I could get you pregnant again. Right now."

"What?" I laughed. "I am pr-"

"No, I'm serious. I really do."

"Why?"

"Because I love you being pregnant. It's pretty much made me smile every day - except for when I'm stressed - no, no, even then, it still makes me smile. It's what I look forward to. I love coming home, and seeing you there, and knowing my future is with you. Not having to worry anymore about losing you. I just love to look at you, love seeing your stomach, love seeing your face, and touching your body, and putting my hand on your belly, and going to your doctor's appointments with you, because it's different when I'm at work, and when it's mine in there, you know? ...I love talking about it - well, most of the time, unless our family members ask us the same damn question, over and over and over and over again, because that gets annoying - and I just love everything. I love the wonder of it all, if it's a boy or girl, what it will look like..."

"But," he continued, "I mean... I just wish I knew I was getting you pregnant when I was getting you pregnant. I would have done it differently, I think. Put on some special moves. I know you and I weren't together at the time, and maybe that's a reason, but... I don't know. I know I'm not making sense. I'm... you know, drunk. I mean, I'm trying, but..." Taehyung sighed, pressing his forehead to mine, "I just wish that I would have known. Not that I wouldn't have allowed it, because of course, I'm happy things turned out the way they did, but I just wish I would have known."

"I know what you mean," I whispered, though I was only partially sure I knew what he was saying.

"Luna," he kissed my forehead, "I would have done a lot of things differently, if I knew that you were going to be in my life again. I wouldn't have done things when we split, I wouldn't have been so foolish, I wou-"

I covered his mouth, "Shh. It doesn't matter."

Gently, he pulled my hand down, and frowned, "I've done some pretty awful things, Luna. Things people, even Jungkook and Jennie, doesn't even know. I've been an absolute ass-"

"It doesn't matter," I reassured him, cradling his face, "I promise, no matter what, I will never, ever look at you differently. Taehyung, I'm happy. You're happy. Let's just be happy, okay? I don't want to dwell over the past. I don't want to say coulda, woulda, shoulda anymore. I just want to live in the moment with you, and know that no matter what happened or didn't happen during the journey, that we were always meant to share the same ending. This was always meant to be, and you were always meant to be mine."

Taehyung wrapped his arms around my lower waist, and staying bent down, pulled me into him, "...All right. I'll try. I just hope you don't regret me again, like you did when we broke up."

I kissed his lips tenderly, and whispered, "Even then, I didn't regret you. I only regretted the things we did to hurt each other."

"Me too."

"Well," I smiled against his lips, "we can change all of that now... Are you ready for my plan to start?"

"Mmhmm," he nuzzled against my neck, his sour mood vanishing just as quickly as it came, "but I think I'm drunk."

"Good," I whispered. "That was the point."

Instantly he pulled his face back, amusement in his glazed eyes, "Wait, what? You wanted me to be drunk? This was set up?"

"Yes."

"Luna, why would you-"

"I needed you to relax."

"Oh, no, oh, whoa, hoooo, wait a minute!" Laughing, Taehyung leaned back to look up at the sky, but lost his balance. I tried to catch him, but wasn't quick enough, and the next thing I knew, he was down on his back on the sand, me on top of him, the water washing over us, sand seeping in my dress, breeze catching our damp skin, the whole nine yards. Taehyung burst out laughing, splashes of water hitting our faces, his body rocking below mine. "That was... not planned."

I couldn't stop laughing, and the waves kept hitting us, pushing us toward the beach. "Ohh, my dress!"

He laid his head down, globs of sand and pebbles floating in his hair, "well, this is one step ahead."

"What are you talking about?!"

He looked up at me and grinned mischievously, "I... don't have to do too much to get you wet."

Then he winked at me.

"Taehyung," I slapped his chest playfully, "you're such a-"

Before I could blink, he had us flipped over, him on top of me, making sure my head didn't go under the water, "such a wonderful... charming... loving husband, right? That's what you were going to say?"

"Don't forget drunken," I teased.

"Yeah. Drunken too."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him, "we should get going if we want my plan to begin."

"Or," he growled playfully, pushing into my center and pressing his hot lips to my left ear, "I can just do you right here."

I bit my lip, shaking my head, both arguing with him and myself, since I wanted him so badly, "we need to be inside."

"Ohhhh I have plenty of plans of being inside."

"Inside the house, Taehyung."

"Mmmm," he slipped his hand between us, dragging it up my right thigh, "...I think right here is just as good."

I trembled, feeling the salty sea water crash over us, and his fingers scraping along the fabric between my legs, "we... can't here."

He kissed below my chin, trailing down, toward my collar bone, "yes we can."

I gasped as his fingers pushed into the lace, torn between allowing him to just take me here, and regaining back my control. Shit. Control. That was the entire point. I slipped my hand between us and grasped his wrist firmly, "Taehyung, stop."

Instantly, his hand stopped, and he pulled his face back to look at me, "I'm sorry, did I h-"

"No, no, but we need to go inside."

"Do you not want to-"

"Of course I want to, but I have a plan, and I have to stick to the plan. Which means, the faster we get there, the faster the plan can go into motion. So please. Just... trust me, and let's get back."

He swallowed hard and nodded, pulling us up out of the water. Our clothes, now weighing close to a thousand pounds, clung to our bodies and soaked us with more water as we tried to ring them out. We were both pretty quiet the rest of the way back. He didn't seem mad, but I knew what was going on in his mind. He didn't like being in the unknown. He liked it when he had the plan, when he had the control.

But tonight... tonight was going to change everything. He told me last night that he wanted to give up his control to me, that he wanted to be like me when it came to being so free. And tonight, he was going to get that chance. I just had to muster up the courage to do what was in my mind.

When we arrived back, I quickly pulled him into the bedroom, and started to get him going. Kissing him passionately, rubbing across his chest, playing with his hair, pressing myself against his body. I kissed, and licked, and teased, until he was breathless and grinding himself into me. I pushed him onto the bed, and crawled up between his legs, continuing my path to get him up toward the headboard. His hands found my hips and he aggressively pulled me on top of him, panting sweet breath across my face, "Come here sexy."

I shook my head, trying to pull his hands away, "not yet."

"L-"

I covered his mouth and maneuvered my way out of his grasp, "just... wait here a second. I'm going to be right back."

"B-" he tried to object again.

I kissed his lips gingerly, "one second. Don't you dare move."

Of course, he started to, so I made my point crystal clear, by grabbing the two scarfs I forgot (or planted earlier before we left) on the nightstand. I put my breasts in his face, making sure he was distracted by the cleavage showing on top of the dress, and tied his wrist. Then the other. By the time I climbed off of him, he was unable to move, and the headboard had become his new best friend. I beamed on the inside, because I just took control over him.

Bending down, I kissed his mouth, making sure to lick along his bottom lip seductively. "Like I said," I whispered against his mouth, "don't you dare move."

-

Taehyung POV

It took me about ten seconds after I watched Luna walk out of the double doors and into the bathroom to realize I had been tied up.

For a second, I pondered begging and pleading, but knew that'd make me weak. So instead, I thought back to confessing how I wanted to give myself to her, and tried my damndest to just relax. She's not going to keep you tied up, Taehyung.

Fucking boobs. This all could have been avoided if I didn't get distracted by her swollen, plump, succulent breasts.

I groaned, feeling myself press against the trapments of my pants. Normally, when Luna would excuse herself to the restroom for a moment, this would be the time where I'd either will myself to calm down, or alleviate some pressure. But tonight, I didn't have the option, since my fucking wrists were tied.

"You know," I said toward the door, caving into myself, "this whole tying me up thing isn't working for me."

I heard her giggle softly, and something unzip, "It's working great for me."

"You're not going to keep me tied up forever. Just remember that. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd be able to rip this fucking fabric and then you'd be in some serious trouble."

"Well," she teased, and I knew she was smiling even though I couldn't see her face, "good thing you're drunk then."

"And I will sober up, Luna." I tried to make my voice sound threatening, but in my drunken stupor, it basically sounded like a run-on slurring sentence. Not exactly what I was going for, to say the least.

The room got very silent. I couldn't hear any motions going on in the bathroom. There was no lights on, except for the dim ones from the pool surrounding the bedroom, and the low yellow light in the corner of the room. I shuddered, feeling pretty damn vulnerable. I hated not being in control. I despised it.

I tried to focus on the waterfall to my left, distant from the glass surrounding us. I tried to listen to my breathing and keep it at a steady pace. I tried to think of anything I could to distract me. Nothing was working. I could feel the restraints around my wrists. I could feel the veins tightening inside my arms and hands. I could feel the pulsing in each of my fingertips.

I knew that if I tried really hard, I could probably still rip these scarfs. And I knew I wanted to. But, there was also a part of me, that... wasn't so sure that I should. I mean, if I did, then I'd be caving into the fact that I'd never get over this 'phobia' I have. And that meant she'd probably lose faith in me, and I knew I didn't want that. But could I handle it? I wasn't sure.

A few moments of dreadful silence later, Luna cooed seductively from behind the door, "Ohhhh, Taehyung?"

"Mmm?" I grinned, her sexy voice going straight to my groin.

"I don't know if I should come out... I really, really don't think you're going to be able to handle me tonight."

I laughed, leaning my head back against the headboard, "I'm sure I can."

"I... wouldn't be too cocky," she replied, sing-song voice in tact. "You may just end up eating your words."

"Well," I chuckled arrogantly, "come with it then. Show me what you've got."

The door cracked open, and my beautiful wife strolled out, wearing a long fluffy white robe wrapped tightly around her. Her hair was full of volume, and she wore dark shadow and red lips, and I saw black stockings and heels revealed at the very bottom. Right then, I should have ate my words. But I didn't.

I grinned, trying to adjust myself without the use of my hands, "You look sexy."

"No talking yet."

I raised my left eyebrow, unable to wipe the smirk off my face. But I didn't respond. If she wanted to play, I could play.

"Now," she exhaled, walking toward the foot of the bed, "I have a few rules for tonight. Number one, you do what I say and only what I say, and you get a prize. We're working on your control tonight. The more of it you give to me, the more prizes you'll receive... Number two, I don't want you to hold back on me. If you want to shout, do it. If you want to curse, do it. If you want to proposition me with a new position, let me know what it is. If you want to get rough, feel free. Especially if I ask you to do it. And finally... Number three... you are not allowed to come until I say you can."

I scraped my teeth down my bottom lip and cleared my throat.

"Yes?"

"What happens if I accidently break one of your... rules?"

She licked her lips, "then I just may have to punish you." Then she winked at me.

"Are you going to untie me?"

"Yes. But if I do and you get out of hand, I'll have to tie you back, or we'll have to stop. Remember, I'm in charge tonight."

"And what type of punishment are we talking about here?" I hope she knew I wasn't into anything too dominant, like chains or gagballs. Not that I thought she would be, but hey, you never know.

"Depends on the severity of your crime." She walked around to the left side of the bed, and put a glass of wine in front of me, "take a sip first. Then we'll begin."

I shook my head and did as she asked, smiling all the way. I knew her more than she knew herself There was no way she could keep herself in this type of line all night. Even if I was drunk.

She reached over me, a powerfully intoxicating wind of strawberries and cinnamon enveloping my senses, and grabbed a black remote, "I've arranged some music. Hope you don't mind." She clicked it on.

I furrowed my brows, "I didn't know you liked this."

She licked her lips, climbing over me, "there's a lot you're about to learn about me." Then she stood up on the mattress, her beautiful feet in high fucking heels on each side of my knees, and looked down at me, "I want you to keep your eyes on me."

I cleared my throat, "okay."

Keeping those caramel eyes fixed, her volumed hair covering her shoulders, she began to untie the white straps around her waist, "Are you ready?"

I nodded, grinning arrogantly at her. She quickly pulled off the robe, and it fell to my lap. And I fucking froze. My eyes locked open. My heart stilled. My fists flexed. I couldn't breathe, and was pretty sure I was about to inherit lock-jaw if I didn't close my mouth. But I couldn't.

Because my fucking wife stood over me, wearing a mother fucking black leather corset mini-dress. Hook and eye strap, from the left top of the cleavage, up and around the back of her neck, to the other.

The top barely covered her peaks, and the bottom barely covered the apex of her thighs. It had to have been about two feet in diameter. Three strands of hook eye's trailed down the front, from top to bottom, one on the left side, one in the middle, one on the right. Attached to it was the garder, down to sheer black stockings, and leather heels.

She grinned at me and placed her feet on the opposite sides, turning, and revealing the back.

"OH MY Fffff-..." I was about to have heart failure. And I couldn't cover my mouth and react, because my fucking hands were still tied.

The back of the dress was open in the middle of it, laced in a criss-cross pattern, stretching down from top to bottom. I could see her ass cheeks in-between the lace ties, as well as at the bottom of the dress, where it didn't cover it. I could see everything that the little black thong beneath it didn't cover.

It took me a few moments to just wrap my head around what was going on. I never imagined Luna to have a leather fucking anything, let alone lingerie. And this risque? Holy mother fucking hell, you cannot handle this Taehyung. Jesus. Fuck me sideways.

"You have to fucking untie me," I demanded, as soon as she turned around to face me again. "Now."

"Now Taehyung," she replied cooingly, shaking her head, "are you going to be a good boy?"

"Luna, I am not playing," I replied breathlessly, staring toward her thighs, "I can't handle this, you have to fucking let me touch you. I'm not playing. I'm serious."

She squat down above me, making sure her legs stayed spread, the fucking tease, and whispered as she played with my hair, "...Do you like my outfit?"

"Yes. Now untie me."

"I don't know if you can control yourself without the restraints," she joked.

"If you don't untie me, I'm going to fucking rip your shit up getting out of them, or break apart this headboard, and then you're really going to have to worry about my control issues."

She grinned, un-phased by my mediocre threats, "...I don't know if you-"

"Luna, please." Now I was fucking begging. But I didn't give a shit.

She moved her head back, assessing my eyes. I'm sure they were coal black, full of lust.. My body ached for her. I needed her to lower her ass just a few more inches, and sit on my pants, and alleviate some tension. I needed to kiss her, and lick her, and fuck her. I needed everything that had to do with her.

"Please baby," I whispered, looking straight into her eyes, keeping my voice velvet like. "I need you."

She inhaled, leaning closer to my mouth, "you and those eyes... and that voice... Don't try to take the upper-hand in this. Promise?"

I gave her a nod and a warm smile.

"Okay Taehyung," she leaned over, untieing the double knot on my right wrist. My hand fell to her hip immediately, not bothering to twist it around and get the feeling back. As soon as she untied the other one, it was on the opposite hip.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Luna," I murmured shakingly, running my hands up the smooth leather sides, "...I never imagined..."

"Happy Honeymoon, Taehyung."

"Mmm..." I sighed, burying my face into her cleavage, my hands running behind her, trailing down the lace ties, toward her ass. My voice came out in pants, breathless-like, "I'm not going to take over... Just let me... Just let me take this in for a moment." I pushed her down onto my lap, thankful to have some type of pressure there. "You're so fucking sexy..." I licked the top of her left breast, into the dip as far as the leather restraints would allow me, then to her right, "...so fucking edible."

Her fingers found my hair, and she ran through it tenderly, rocking slightly on my erection, "...The second part of my second rule is, I'm not going to hold back with you anymore either... I want to be more vocal with you, let you know more about what I'm feeling, and what you're doing to me... Is that okay, Taehyung?"

I nodded, unable to move my face from her breasts. I could fucking cry, I was that happy in the moment. I wanted to worship her. I'd never been so immersed by her in all of my life.

She rocked on my lap again, sliding the contents of that tiny black thong from the inseam, all the way up to the button on my pants, "You feel so good when I do this, Taehyung. So good to me."

I groaned into her collar bone, my fingers finding tight purchase against her thighs, "so do you." My brain was still stuck in solid mode. I felt myself trembling, and knew that if I thought too much about what she was wearing and what she was doing, or who she fucking was right now, I'd go off. My heart was about to burst right outside of my chest. I shuddered when she ran her fingernails behind my neck, "I want you so bad."

"I know you do, but we should wait just a little while longer..."

"Why?"

"Control, Taehyung."

I inhaled her scent, trembling, "...this is so fucking hard." All I wanted to do was take over, make sure to give her hers about fifty times, then get mine, one really good time. I wanted to make her feel good, make myself feel good.

Luna pulled her face back and made me look at her. Her swollen lips parted, her eyes focused and intentional, "Taehyung," she whispered. "Kiss me."

I crashed my lips to hers, not giving her a chance to blink. I didn't care about anything else, but her sweet taste on my lips.

I felt like I had been tortured with the most beautiful object, wanting to buy it and having the money, but temporarily unable to speak and announce that I wanted it... Now that I had it, I wasn't going to give it up. I pushed her body against my chest and lifted us up, before dipping her back and falling top of her.

I panted above her lips for a moment, catching my breath, then went right back to assaulting her lips, her tongue, everything.

All I could think in my head was more, more, more, more, must have more, got to have more, don't stop, don't give her a chance to stop you.

Luna tried to push my mouth from hers, but I shook my head, sliding my tongue inside. She moaned, swirling her tongue around mine, her knees moving up my sides. My right hand glided down to her left thigh, and I hitched it up, having her wrap it behind me, so I could push into her center.

She gasped, her hands finding my face. "Taehyung," she panted, pushing my face back, "wait."

I shook my head, pushing into her again.

"Taehyung," she repeated, keeping her voice calm. "Wait."

I stopped, pulled back, and looked down at her beautiful face. She glanced up at me, panting, wanting, desiring me but putting it off... Her eyes filled with pure lust. One look at her, and I dropped down, burying my face in her neck, trying to regroup. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, this is a work in progress. You're not hurting me."

I felt myself twitching. I knew how bad I needed to be inside of her.

I pulled back, cupping her jaw with my right hand. I squared my eyes with hers, making sure she saw the need on my face. Then I said, "You have to let me fuck you, baby."

"I'm going to."

"Luna, you can't..." I shook my head, checking her outfit out one more time,. Dear Lord, she was fucking sexy. "...you can't put on a fucking leather corset lingerie thing and expect me to be able to obey. It doesn't work that way. My mind can't process anything other than sex, sex, sex, and when I think of sex, I think about sex with you, my wife, whom I want more than ever, who is the only person I want, and here you are, fucking laying beneath me and I cannot have you. I don't think you understand how frustrating this is for me."

"I do."

"Luna," I whimpered, exasperated. I laid down, putting my forehead to hers, "tell me that you want me... Because I feel that I want you more than you want me, and this-"

"I do want you Taehyung. Every minute of every day."

"Then," I whispered, caressing her cheekbones, "...can we... please?"

She shook her head, "You have to let me initiate this."

I pushed back and rolled over, laying on my back beside her, "I've always been in control," I muttered. "I don't know any other way."

"I think you'll find that, once you allow yourself to be vulnerable, it can still be pleasureable for you. Just because you're giving me some of your control does not mean you're any less of a man to me. It just means that you trust me, and know I can handle being in charge of things every once in awhile."

"But I do trust you."

"All the way, Taehyung."

"I do trust you all the way."

"Then let me do this. Let me help you."

I sighed, tugging on the ends of my hair. Just let her, Taehyung. Give in, and you'll get what you want faster. Just let her do it, just let her do it. I exhaled and closed my eyes. "Okay," I whispered. "But I better fucking get some prizes for this, like you said."

I could feel her sitting up, and froze when she straddled my lap, "We'll take it slow, I promise. I know you'll enjoy this."

I licked my lips, inhaling, "what do we do first?"

She began rocking on my hips, that incredible dry-fuck feeling taking over, "First-"

I cut her off, hands restraining her hips, "Wait. Before we do this, you have to know. If you spend the entire damn night teasing me like you were just doing, and then cockblocking me and making me wait... Just, please don't get me going then keep stopping. I'm trying here, but don't take advantage of this."

"I promise I won't. I love you, and this is going to be fun."

It'll be more fun when I'm inside of you. "I love you too. That's why I'm doing this."

She began rocking on me, getting me going again, and started to run her hands up and down my chest. Removed my shirt. I breathed deep through my nose, closed my eyes, and willed myself to 'feel' what she was doing, and try not to focus on everything going off in my head. I inhaled again, exhaled through my mouth. Felt her fucking form rocking and grinding and pressing into me. I didn't trust myself to move my hands anywhere on her body but her hips.

Luna bent down and pressed her mouth against mine, her hips steadying that damn pressure. I kissed her, taking her in, allowing her tongue to explore my mouth.

I felt my hips lift up a bit, but quickly stopped and sunk back into the mattress.

Control, Taehyung. Let her have it.

Luna hummed against my lips, drawing my tongue inside her mouth. I explored her thoroughly, giving her what she wanted, forcing myself to not take what I wanted. To wait. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I can't do this.

I started to open my mouth and raise the surrender flag, but then she stilled on top of me, and pulled her face back.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her, because her beautiful face was enough to calm me momentarily.

"Taehyung, you're doing great. Ready for your prize?"

I licked my lips and gave her a nod.

She bit hers, and twisted around, straddling my hips backward. I started to ask what she was doing, but then I felt her un-fastening my pants and figured I'd just save the talk and see where she goes.

"Lift."

I lifted my hips and steadied her body to make sure she didn't fall off of my stomach, and she pushed my pants down a few feet, toward my ankles. Her ass, beautiful displayed with that damn dress in front of my face every time that she bent over, was practically singing to me, saying 'Taehyung come get me'.

I bit down on my lip and steadied my breathing, feeling her take me in her hands. I felt the alcohol from earlier swirling through my mind. I was relieved when she started to stroke me, thankful all of this built up pressure could potentially have somewhere to go.

Then she bent forward more and took me in her mouth, and instinctively, my hips raised up to meet the back of her throat.

She pushed me down and pulled her mouth off, before placing her chin on her right shoulder and looking back at me, "breathe, Taehyung... Take your mind off of control."

I nodded, caressing up her back. Take my mind off of control... I watched as she leaned forward, propping her lower body up for my display, and tilted my head as she took me in her mouth again.

While she worked me with her mouth, completely fucking obliterating my mind, I pulled her up my chest, and lifted her, steadying her over my mouth.

She stopped her movements and I felt her turn back to see what the hell I was doing, but as soon as I opened my mouth to her body, she locked up, "T-Taehyung?"

I pressed my nose against the black thong, occupying my mind until it was full of her high heels, stockings, and garder belt surrounding my head, and this thin black lace above me.

I closed my eyes, running my nose slowly across the damp fabric, breathing as much of her in as I could. This was what I needed to take my mind off of everything else for a moment. Mmmm.

Luna stayed locked above me, "Taehyung? W-What are you doing?"

"I'm..." I hummed, gently kissing the fabric, "distracting myself."

"B-but I cannot do what I am doing when you're doing that. I can't concentrate."

"Sure you can," I whispered, kissing there again, "...have you ever done this before? At the same time?"

"Of course not. No one has ever been there on me but you." I didn't have to even look at her face to know she was blushing.

"Do you want to?" I ran my nose back down the fabric, gently kneading the back of her thighs with my fingers. Keep her in control, Taehyung. "I mean... we can, if you want to." She said I was allowed to make suggestions, to speak what I wanted... "...Just to let you know... I really want to."

She trembled above me, "I don't know if I can... I'd be too worried about something... The idea of being over your face. We-we've never before, and I... I know how my mind works."

"You have nothing to be afraid of, love." I nuzzled her body again, "...Look at what you're wearing... Look at what you're doing to me... You're the bravest, sexiest person I know... And you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. You're perfect..." I kissed her once. "...So very perfect..." Kissed the fabric over her again. "...Mmm."

Her voice came out as barely a whisper, "...okay..."

I exhaled, happy to win over some ground. My fingers dipped into the sides of the panties, and then I realized she still had all this strappy shit, and I couldn't pull them down in one piece. "I'm going to rip this off," I stated, and then did it before she had time to object.

She laughed playfully, then went right back to obliterating my mind with her mouth on me. Taking me in. Deeper. Oh God. Shit. Focus.

I blew out a gust of hot air, and it hit her revealed body, and she trembled, humming against my dick.

Pure vibrations. Instantly, I lifted my face and pushed on the small of her back, making her come down to me.

Her thighs were against my ears, those heels above the top of my head, me inside of her mouth, and her wet heat pressed against my tongue... Damn. Why didn't we do this before?

It amazes me, how every time she gives me head, it feels better and better. Like, each time, she has some magic trick under her hat and just pulls it out on me when I least expect it.

She has taken what little instructions I gave her back at her house a couple of months back, and completely perfected it and added some additional shit in.

Like knowing how to use her teeth to make me feel good, instead of making me think she's about to bite it off. Or how to fondle me while she worked. Or how to switch up her hand movements, or the way her mouth surrounded me and took me in. And then, when she pushes me back into her throat... Nothing can replace that.

Every time she pushed me further, I made it into a challenge. Of course, I didn't tell her this, because I didn't want her to think I was about 'control', although I secretly was in my head.

But if she got me to where I was breathless and had to stop working her for a moment, I made it my mission to do more to her, to get her to be louder...

Each time she did it, I'd invent something else to do with my tongue or my lips. I wanted to 'win'. I wanted to feel the 'control', even though she had no idea I was doing it. It was the only way I could work.

After kicking off my pants and boxers, I turned us over, to where we were on our sides, and then just fucking went at it. I didn't even care about getting mine. All I wanted to do was take over (mentally) and show her what I could do, and why I enjoyed being in control... without her knowing I was showing her.

I lapped at her flesh, slowly bringing my tongue down toward the dampness around her entrance. After consuming all of it, I trailed my mouth back upward, and teased her clit.

Massaged her ass cheeks with my fingers. Kissed around her like I would her mouth. Moving side to side, small light circles to hard sucking then back again. I felt her mouth and what she was doing to me, and felt my body twitching for release, my stomach tightening, but I couldn't focus on that. I was too busy enjoying her moaning and panting, before she could regroup and take me again. I knew I was getting to her.

...That was, until she rolled us again, to where I was on top of her, and my dick moved straight down her throat.

Dammit. She knew what I was doing, and wasn't going to fucking let me have it. I groaned, trying to focus on my breathing, but she didn't surrender.

All she did was suck me harder, and hold me to her, so I couldn't pull back and concentrate on her. My hands shook while I tried to work on pleasuring her, but there was no fucking use at this point. She was winning. God dammit it felt good, too.

"Damn it," I cursed beneath my breath, feeling her throat vibrate as she hummed and licked me, taking me further. "Oh fuck, Luna. Ungh."

I couldn't even focus on being above her or anything else. She apparently had me exactly where she wanted me. She wasn't even gagging, and I knew it had to be uncomfortable, me bumping the back of her throat repeatedly.

So was this all a plan? To let me think I was winning, to get my mind off of this shit, then take over and fucking conquer me? Because that's what she was doing.

Fucking winning with her delectable tongue and talented lips and hands, caressing me while she worked. I groaned, feeling her lift her head when I tried to pull out.

I wanted to make sure she was breathing, but she didn't let me. She was fine. She was letting me know she was fine by lifting her head and meeting my hips. I tried to roll us over on our side again, but she refused, holding me in place.

My entire body felt like it was on fire, the sensations shooting through my every cell. I was close. I was so fucking close that I couldn't pay any attention to her, besides what my fingers were doing. I couldn't put my mouth on her.

I could barely even fucking breathe, so caught up in this shit. It felt like my dick had entered the most tightest, sweetest, hottest, wettest depth.

She had me. She fucking had me and she knew it.

I tried to hold back, to wait. I tried to stop my body from shaking, stop myself from enjoying it. I tried to stop pushing my hips toward her face. But then, while I was in the back of her throat, she stroked her tongue against my form, and kept her hands working on me, and I just fucking... I lost.

I became a shuddering, gasping mess. Felt myself twitching and releasing hard into the heated, warm, wet depths of her throat surrounding me. It just kept coming, and she just moaned and continued doing what she was doing, probably proud of her victory.

Drinking all of me until I was dry. And then when it was done, I was spent because she'd never done it that well before, and almost collapsed on her.

Thankfully, my mind snapped back into focus and I rolled over before I rammed myself down her liquefied throat.

"Oh fuck," I put my hand on my heaving chest. "Oh fuck."

My mind told me to think about losing, that it was wrong to lose my last bit of control, but my body was screaming praises and tingling in the reminiscent of all that was my wife.

I didn't know what to do. So I just laid there and rested for a moment. Closed my eyes and listened to my heartbeat currently pounding in my eardrums. I felt her moving around the bed, but didn't bother to open my eyes.

She hummed into my ear, leaning over my body, "How was that, Taehyung?"

"Good," I whispered. "Amazing."

"How do you feel?"

I nodded, blinking a few times, not bothering to answer. There wasn't a point. She knew she won. It was evident.

"I love you very much," she said, straddling me once again. She kissed my neck, my throat, my chin. "So, so very much."

I nodded again, swallowing hard. I couldn't rectify a simple thought.

"...Do you love me too?"

"Of course," I whispered, my voice scratchy. I finally opened my eyes, and found hers. Slowly, I sat myself up, straightening her on my lap, "...don't ever think I don't."

"I didn't... upset you in-"

"No, not even for a second."

I noticed her eyes distant, a look on her face showing me that she felt guilty for her previous actions. Her frown forming. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around her fully, pressing her chest up to me, hugging her tight.

Lowering my forehead to hers, I cradled her face in my hands, "Baby... you did nothing wrong. That was wonderful. I promise."

"You're not upset with me?"

"Never sweetheart. I love you."

She smiled shy-like, her fingers running through my hair, "...You better."

"I do. Come here." I kissed her once, then twice, then three times, making the third time count. I felt myself growing hard beneath her, all over again.

But I couldn't help it. There was something about the way she held me, even though I was holding her. There was something about her being in a fucking leather mini-corset dress, but yet, completely vulnerable in my lap.

Dominant but fragile. I loved every bit of her, no matter what. Even if I did lose my control.

I pulled back, nudging her nose with mine, and smiling genuinely.

She smiled back.

"Do you mind if I undo this?" I asked, tugging the leather straps from her shoulders. She shook her head, slipping her arms out of it.

I felt her trembling around me, her thighs clamping to my sides. But there was only so much I could do with the fabric at this angle, being that it was so tight against her body. Though I didn't want to release her, I knew there would be no way of undoing it until I did.

So I lifted her up in my lap and twisted her around, so she could straddle my legs backward. I brushed her hair off the back of her neck and smiled against it, before kissing her gently.

With each lace strap I undid, another warm, tender kiss was applied. When it got too low, I pushed her forward, until somehow we managed to have her on her stomach, and me above her.

She remained calm, shuddering slightly when my lips trailed to the small of her back. I knew it was a hot spot for her, so made sure to linger my lips there, and breathe on her skin.

I lifted my head to look at her, and found her eyes closed, her face rested on her right cheek, her hair spread out around the covers, and a gentle, beautiful smile on her face.

I lowered my face again, kissing around her back. Pushed the corset dress off, until it was laying underneath her, open and exposed. And then she was perfect, completely comfortable, and at my expense.

"So," I whispered, my mouth against the small again, "...is this the prize I get? Having you naked and warm, smiling to my touch?"

She inhaled through her nose, her lashes fluttering against her skin, "...yeah... I can't really be dominant when you feel this good..."

I smirked, massaging the back of her legs, "...at least you won though, right? Earlier?"

"It wasn't about winning, Taehyung."

I applied a kiss to the top of her right leg, "what was it about then?"

"Showing you that we could go either way... Reverse the roles of control when we wanted..."

"I'm... sort of surprised you let me come though... I thought you were going to make me wait a long ass time," I chuckled softly, applying another kiss.

"I was," she teasingly admitted, "but then... I just wanted to make you, so I did."

"I've been there before," another kiss, "...crazy when you don't care about yourself and just want to please someone else."

"I know..."

"Is there anything else that you... wanted to have control over me with tonight?"

She smiled, pulling herself up on her elbows, then turned and looked back at me, "Why Taehyung, did you enjoy it after all?"

I smiled, refusing to answer that question. She had enough gratitude, and her ego was growing.

She raised her eyebrow, waiting.

"Perhaps."

"Ahhh," she smiled, laying her head back down, "I think I'll... wait. Maybe pick that part up tomorrow. You've had enough of that for one night. I don't want to overwhelm you with my powers."

I laughed, massaging her body more, "well... are you relaxed?"

"Yes."

"Good. That's what I want." I felt bad, now that I thought about stopping and not giving her hers. I've never not given her... hers. And I wasn't about to quit the night until I did. Now, I owed her, so it'd be a few times, at least. But where to start?

I crawled on my knees and laid on my side, propped my head up on my elbows, and ran my fingers through her hair. Listening as she sighed, and watching how she fluttered her lashes... it made my heart skip beats. It's sickening, how much I am in love with her. Cheesy love stories don't have shit on us.

"Luna," I whispered, kissing her cheek, "are you getting tired?"

She shook her head, smiling when I kissed her cheek again, "just enjoying myself."

I kissed her once more, "...are you sure?"

"Mmhmm."

I licked my lips and laid my head beside hers, staring deep into her eyes. She was so beautiful.

She inhaled my scent and moved closer, wrapping her arms around my side, "Taehyung... I feel so safe with you."

She kind of stunned me with her words. I don't know why, in this warm, gentle moment of ours, but I didn't expect her to say that. "I'm happy you do."

"It doesn't matter if you're drunk or not... I know you'll protect me."

"Always, Luna. You don't ever have to worry about that."

"But," she moved closer, her mouth a mere inches from mine. She ran her fingers through my hair, mimicking my hand's actions in her hair, "...does it sound crazy that, I want to protect you too?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I mean... if something was to happen, and you were to throw yourself in front of me to protect me, I think I'd jerk you back. Or somehow, protect you, while you were protecting me. Hold my arms over your chest, hold you to me, cover your heart with my hands or something. I don't know why I'm saying this and probably sound stupid but... I think I would. I think I'd do whatever it took to keep you just as safe as you'd keep me."

I smiled, pecking her lips.

"Taehyung," she whispered. "all this control issues aside... Can we just... I don't know, have each other? Just... not worry about who does what, and just enjoy it, and be together?"

"Of course baby," I pulled her against me, "...we can do that."

There it goes again. My body aching for her. Not just in a sexual way, but in a truly, painful, overjoyed way. The type where your throat hurts when you swallow, and you want to hold her as close as possible, until you're practically sharing the same breath of air. Loving Luna couldn't be good for my heart, the way it bounces around when I have her with me.

I watched as a tear fell from the corner of her right eye, onto the mattress. Furrowing my brows, I tucked her hair behind her ear, "Why are y-"

"Shhh," she whispered, smiling over at me. "Just... kiss me."

I lifted her chin and moved forward, pressing my lips to hers. I felt her breathing me in, her lips shaking against mine. Felt her mouth pull off a little, not separating, but lingering. I licked my lips, my tongue brushing against her bottom lip involuntarily, and she smiled.

I wanted to remind her how much I loved her. How perfect she was to me. How much I missed her while we were apart... but that was everything I've all ready said, and I felt that, in the tenderness of the moment, no words needed to be exchanged. She knew how I felt.

It was written all over me.

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Luna POV

Taehyung slipped one arm beneath me, then lifted me and rolled us over, until I was above him. His hand found the back of my neck, and he gently lifted his face, meeting my lips with his. Nothing was said, but I knew he knew I was emotional, all over again.

I both hated and loved him for this. I both hated and loved this pregnancy. I had cried more these past four months, than the past twelve before that. Every single time I thought I had control over myself, something happens, and I was realize just how deep I am with him, and fall over again.

Being with him, this sensually... it's a constant reminder that not only will I ever fall out of love with him, but that I'll keep falling in love with him.

Over and over and over again. Deeper and deeper, into a bottomless depth. I didn't care anymore about what other people around us didn't have.

True love existed, no matter what. We were proof of this. It didn't matter what it took to get us here. We were here, and we had each other, and that in itself was overwhelming enough to bring me to tears.

I sniffled as he rolled us over, him on me now. He threw my dress off of the bed and then lifted my face in his warm hands, pressing his forehead against mine, "Luna, are you all right?"

"Yes."

He closed his eyes, running the tip of his nose against mine, side to side, slowly.

I bit my lip, struggling to breathe.

This. Another thing I've learned. No matter how fun and flirty sex could be... this would always be real. We never had to stop 'making love' to each other. It never had to get old.

We never had to forget what it feels like to be caught up emotionally in the involvements of sex, what sex was really about. It doesn't matter, even when we've reached our fiftieth anniversary. I didn't think this connection we had was ever going to die.

Taehyung was gentle, moving himself inside of me. Allowing me to adjust to him, without restraint or confliction. He kept his eyes on mine, kept telling me how much he loved me and how beautiful I looked to him.

He held my hands beside my head on the mattress, and kissed my lips tenderly. Placed his forehead on mine. He did everything right, just as he always did. Because he loved me, and I felt it when we were like this. With every ounce of my being, I felt it.

Once he was all the way inside, he buried his face on the right side of my neck, and kissed me there, before murmuring, "...My baby..." in my ear.

I shuddered, bringing my hands up and down his back. "Yours, Taehyung," I chocked, before swallowing uneasily. God, it was hard to speak.

He licked his lips, his tongue hitting my ear, before pulling back and looking down to me. He lifted my head and met my mouth with his, while moving slowly, easing himself in and out of my body leisurely. This wasn't a game anymore. This had nothing to do with control. This was just me and him, giving in and going with it. Feeding off on each other.

He rocked and moved and lingered at his pace. Made me feel good. Played me like he did the piano...

Seconds turned to minutes, and we kept our pace calm. Enjoyable. Unrushed.

I felt him all around me, in every follicle, in every vein. After all, that was what intimacy was when it came to him and I. Surrounding beautifully.

Using my fingernails, I drew tiny circles down his ribs. Taehyung pressed his mouth into mine, hungrily, and drew my bottom lip between his teeth.

I smiled, before kissing him back with more force. He moaned into my mouth, his body picking up its pace.

His hands slipped down my sides, to the backs of my knees, and he wrapped them around his back. Once he was in at a deeper angle, I dropped my head to the mattress, gasping. Our expressions matched. Our eyes were dilated and darkened. Our lips swollen and parted. Our cheeks and forehead flushed pink and glistening with sweat. He was indeed the mirror image of me. My soulmate.

"Taehyung," I closed my eyes, panting. "Don't stop. Ohhh..."

He grunted, pulling himself and me up.

Once he was on his knees, and I on his lap, I made sure every limb was around him. My entire body began to shake and I knew I was close, and even though I loved this part, I also hated it. I wanted the release, didn't want it to end. Sweat rolled off of our bodies, skin sounded against skin, my hair stuck to both of our bodies. But we didn't care. We were too caught up, too involved in this romance.

I buried my face into his shoulder, dragging my fingernails around the back of his neck, "please don't quit."

"I won't," he kissed the side of my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, then my bottom lip, then my top, then my mouth fully.

I moaned into his mouth, because my body felt surrounded in every way of him. Completely. Fulfillingly.

I became a panting, gasping, shuddering thing, rolling my hips back toward his rocking ones. Kissing his lips. Caressing his face. Tugging his hair. I felt myself releasing, throbbing, pulling him deeper. I heard my voice shouting, calling out his name. But we didn't stop. He didn't stop. And he didn't speed up either.

No matter how good our bodies felt, connected like this, I couldn't help but savor us.

There was little moments that did my emotions in, did me in. Things I'm sure he may not even be aware of...

Like how our faces would sometimes part, but enough just to have our open mouths against each other's, inhaling and exhaling.

How he'd come forward to kiss me, and I'd lean back slightly, and he'd just wait, open-mouthed and patient, until I moved forward and kissed him.

How his fingers intertwined with mine, pressing down by our sides, onto the mattress.

How his thumb would stroke circles along the inside of my wrist, delicate little circles that could somehow send trembles through my spine.

How his bottom lip trembled in anticipation of meeting mine again, no matter how many times we'd kissed before.

How, when he'd kiss my neck, I could feel him smiling into my skin, or whispering a silent 'I love you'... Even though I couldn't hear it. I could feel it.

How he knew when to press his forehead against mine, or brush his fingers through my hair, or move us to where my heart pounded against his.

He really knew me, inside and out. Every day, he proved it more.

"Oh Taehyung," I whispered, as he lifted and lowered me.

He pushed my face into his, breathing heavily through his nose. I felt him throbbing, getting closer. Before I could even move, my second orgasm came out of nowhere, and all I could do was hold on tight and allow him to move me at his leasure. Because he still wasn't stopping.

"Fuck," he panted in my ear, while I buried my face into his neck. "So good... so good."

I hummed and came down slowly, shuddering and spiraling. Licking and biting his neck. His hands were shaking, but he kept moving me, meeting his hips to meet mine. I wasn't even sure how long we'd been doing this at this point. It felt like a long time, but I just wanted more.

I felt how wet we were, between the sweat, and movements, and connection. Hot hot we were. But it didn't stop us, nor did it slow us down.

I threw my head back, wrapped my hands around his neck. He kissed along my breasts, jerking my body over and back to meet his. I felt him inside of me, hitting every wall, every angle, every spot imaginable. Stroking me in the most perfect way.

"Taehyung," I panted, clamping my eyes shut, "I'm going to... ungh... a-a-again... Ohhh..."

I couldn't breathe. It hit me harder than the first two, almost knocking me back. I shivered, clawing at him, screaming his name. Three in a row. Never before during sex. My entire body kept exploding, kept riding those waves he provided me. I could feel it in my toes, in the tips of my fingers. But he just continued moving me, rising up to meet me. I loved being in his lap, loved having his hands on me, guiding me.

My mouth hung open as I sat back up against him. But I couldn't close it to save my life. I was too consumed.

He smiled through his pants and licked my lips, "Again."

I shook my head, stunned at how husky his voice was. Before I had time to say anything, he moved his body a certain way, and BAM, all over again. I curled into him, locked up and quivering. I kept my mouth right against his ear, so he made sure to hear me when I cursed or shouted his name. Because four in a row?..

"Fuck me," I panted. "Oh GOD."

"Mmm," he turned his face and kissed me, before lifting us up. Then he moved me down and dropped on top of me, hitting my back wall.

More and more orgasms came and went out of me. I never thought that could even happen. But it did. I lost count.

I gasped, yanking his head back by his hair, "Taehyung... I c-can't... Oh shit... I'm... I can't... I can't..."

I tried to tell him I couldn't breathe. I tried to tell him my entire body was lit on fire, spinning and circling out of control. I tried to tell him that his hand, which was now slipped between us and on my most sensitive spot, was driving me crazy in all the good ways.

But then, it another one came. And HARD.

And dammit all too hell, I just fucking SCREAMED out profantities left and right. I listened to my voice bounce around in echoes, to our bodies moving together, to the bed bouncing and the sheets moving and his breath on my neck and everything else. Him panting, "Mine," aggressively in my ear.

I wasn't sure what I was screaming. I wasn't even sure if my brain could function anymore.

I was, however, pretty sure, that my body, like a wire, was frayed and tingling.

"Oh fuck, Taehyung," I bit down onto his shoulder, as hard as I could, and he yelled, burying his face into the bed beside me. His body kept hitting inside of me in the most sensitive area, and I released him quickly, trying to gulp down bits of oxygen.

Before I could think, I gripped his hips and pushed him as hard as I could, allowing his body to hit inside me as far as it would go. Over and over, until he finally lost it. He pressed his forehead to mine, his lips shaking, his face in a beautiful contortion, and let go, filling me all the way up with his warmth.

I lifted my sensitive hips, met him thrust for thrust, until I just couldn't move anymore.

Then I fell onto the bed, and he dropped on top of me.

We were exhausted.

We lay there for several minutes. Fingers in his hair, his hands on my sides. His face pressed into my collar bone, my mouth ajar. Breathing heavily and matching each other's heart beat.

Each time my body had an aftershock, he'd groan, the sensations of my body pulling him deeper, even without my consent.

We were like two walls, and our connection a ping pong ball. It'd hit me, then bounce back to him, then bounce back to me, back and forth, the sensations. Over and over again, until finally, we had to separate before we drowned and got lost forever.

Words weren't exchanged for quite awhile. Not until our breathing finally came back to normal, and our bodies relaxed.

Then, all he did was roll over, caress my face, kiss me once. Then he said, "That was a handful... about twelve or thirteen for you, I'd say."

"Mmm," I brushed his face, smiling like an idiot, "...never did I imagine that possible. I guess you're..." I inhaled... "...just that good."

He smirked, his arrogance shining through once again. Cocky, sexy bastard.

Then he said, "No, don't say that yet. ...I'll be good when I make you have twenty... and I'm going for that goal tomorrow."