"Did you think we'd be like this, given the past we've shared?" Yun Ki asks, brushing past Soojin's tangled mess with the pads of his fingers.

Her eyes were swollen and groggy, a moist coat over them as her eyelids flicker, adjusting to the light peeking into the room, past the moving curtains.

She's laid on her back, with Yun Ki turned to face her, head resting over his palm as he's watching her chest rise and fall, rhythmically.

He's had her covered in a woollen blanket, one that has her toes all warm and legs all stretchy.

From what he can see, her neck and chest is covered in marks from last night.

The love that last night brought them, as Man and Woman.

The way they'd claimed each other's bodies and made it their own safe haven.

Her lips were so pouty and so plum, all from the friction they'd been exposed to last night.

One of Yun Ki's arm is thrown over Soojin's bare waist, under the blanket and his fingers are massaging the dip of her waist and alternating between gentle caresses and massaging rubs over her lower stomach and pelvic bone, easing out the pain she was in.

She was stiffly laid in bed, arms pinned on either side of her body and laboured breaths leaving past her lips and nostrils, every time she moved.

She looks back at Yun Ki, who's looking at her shyly.

Contrary to the way he'd looked at her as he hovered over her and eased his way into the tight ring of muscles.

A small smile coats his lips and he looks as though he's in adoration of her.

Yet, the answer to Yun Ki's question sits on the tip of her tongue, as clear as the day.

"Never..I thought you were a real scoundrel.." Soojin responds, smiling back at him, teasingly.

Her voice reflects just how tired she is and he believes that she's succumbed to a sore throat after all that had happened, last night.

Yun Ki's eyes widen.

He knew he'd not had the best impression of her and here his wife was, calling him a scoundrel.

Goals much?

He warms up her torso, ignoring what she'd said as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss over her forehead.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, lowering his own concerns and focussing on hers, instead.

Soojin sucks in a breath.

"R-Really sore. I feel as though I'm back to running errands for my Mother. My thighs and pelvis feel as though they're cramped.." She responds, causing Yun Ki's hands to move at a tender pace, reading the skin between her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, in any way..It's aching because it was your first time.." He breathes, tucking away the strands off of her forehead, causing Soojin's eyes to flutter close.

"Should I give you a massage?" He asks, curiously, sitting up from his laid position, blanket bunched around his pelvis, doing a rather poor job at hiding his Adonis Belt.

The blanket that had slipped off of his chest, had exposed Soojin's morning eyes to a blissful view, eyes running over his toned chest, the ripples of his pectoralis and the subtle abdominal muscles, ones that were visible when he sucked in a breath or flexed.

What catches her eyes are the raw red scratch marks around his chest and the crescent shaped indents that'd gone light pink over his shoulders.

She's reminded of just how tightly she'd held onto him when he'd worked his hips like a piston and thrust into her, having her feel full and complete.

Her core throbs at the reminder and she marvels and basks under the handsome-ness her husband exudes.

He truly looked like a King, so majestic and oddly attractive.

He had eyes that'd make you think he was so vicious and straight lips that one would assume could never possibly curl into a smile and here he was, proving his wife wrong, over and over again.

She only realises what he'd asked of her when he starts pulling the blanket off of her body, exposing her mounds to the cold morning air, causing a gasp to leave past her lips and hands to clutch over the ends of the blanket, bringing it tighter towards her feeble chin.

Yun Ki watches the death grip she has over the blanket and leans a hand down, to massage the tense bundle of muscles lining her shoulders and collarbones.

He hovers over her, slightly, the blanket falling down his waist and now, he's practically bare, a thin layer of the woollen blanket separating both of their bodies.

He laid heavy over her pelvic bone.

Morning glory evident from the pressure she felt over her bone.

No, her heart couldn't race now.

Not when the dull aching pain in her core was a constant reminder of how intensely they'd been at it and yet, flashbacks of her gaping hole squelching around his thick member as he'd moved back and forth inside her, had her knees wobbly.

"I think I made it very obvious when I kissed and caressed every part of you, last night..You have no reason to feel hesitant around me. I'm head over heels for you, if I hadn't mentioned it enough.." He breathes out, pecking her swollen lips, a kiss she reciprocates.

Once he disconnects their lips, he watches her eyes, ones in a euphoric daze and he doesn't know whether it's from the deep sleep she'd fallen into or the arousal that had been brought to her last night.

"I-I ..it's so early in the mo-morning.." She stutters, with a sheen of Yun Ki's saliva over her own lips.

Yun Ki smiles at her, kissing her cheek, naughtily.

"Who said I'd try anything on you?" He whispers against the shell of her ear.

A hand swarms in between them and pulls the blanket off, one that moves to the side and has Soojin's perky nipples grazing against his chest.

Agh, it was too early for his touch, she thinks, biting down her lip as she feels oversensitive.

Yun Ki stares down between their naked bodies and watches how the taut beads rub against his ripples as she breaths, messily.

"I won't do a thing, Soojin.." He kisses over the side of her face.

He's retreating from her body, the infamous smirk finding it's way to his face, his well defined face.

"..Unless you want me to.." He whispers, sitting up and taking in her bare state, holding himself back.

He grabs onto her calves and peers them open, gently, settling himself between her parted legs.

His eyes dart over to her core, her flower.

"You've kept it all in, haven't you?" He questions, leaning in to take a good look at her lazily glistening core with white streaks.

The pads of his fingers are working on her thighs, ones that are perched over his own and he gauges Soojin's face for a reaction but she's looking down at him, hair sprawled across the pillow, all sweet and kind.

This is the way he had envisioned tiring her out, physically and never, mentally.

He clicks a mental picture of this incredibly intimate and vulnerable moment.

He's truly in love with her, all of her and the love they'd made last night was enough of a sign of just how compatible they truly were.

"My sweet, good girl.." He coos, dropping a chaste kiss over her inner thigh.

Soojin shies away in the pillow, hands falling over her eyes and plump thick lips curled into a smile.