My dinner with Noona...
The young woman finished washing the dishes and hastily removed her apron.
"I'm done," she called out loud, but received no response.
"Where the hell is he?" she asked herself.
As she walked into the living room she tripped over something. It was a pair of men's shoes. Shoes, but no socks.
"So it's true," she smiled to herself. "But where is the rest of him?"
She froze in her tracks.
"Oh shit," he's in the bedroom. The young woman panicked.
"What the hell is he doing there? Is he raiding my closets? Is he looking at my panties?"
Cautiously she made her way across the living room floor. Slowly, she opened the bedroom door.
Her dinner guest lay on top of her bed, his long legs crossed over each other. Smiling at her, he wiggled his toes like a little boy.
He had propped himself up on her pillows, like a God on his heavenly throne. One arm was stretched behind his head, a patch of dark underarm hair peeking out through his short sleeve shirt.
She giggled uncontrollably, which made him furrow his brow. His other hand traced rivulets on the satin sheets. He patted the bed as if he was calling his pet. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Does he think that I'm his dog?" she asked herself.
Cracking another smile he beckoned her.
"C'mere baby," he called out in his broken English.
The young woman walked up to the bed and sat next to him.
"This is MY bed, you know," she said scolding him.
"It's OUR bed now, baby......."
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He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her close to him. His full lips pressed hard against hers, eliciting a moan of protest. Her body quivered as his honey-sweet tongue plunged deep within her mouth. She wanted to pull away from him, but his mouth on hers was too intoxicating to ignore; like a bee she was drawn to it, seeking the delicious nectar from within. He held her firm against his body; his muscles straining to keep her from pulling away. But her resolve weakened and he sensed he no longer had to restrain her. He loosened his grip and released her from the onslaught of his passionate kiss. Breathlessly, she whispered his name.
“Yoochun…”
“Shh..,” he placed a finger upon her bruised lips.
“Say it” she begged him.
His lips curled into a smile and then he chuckled. She bit her lower lip seductively, her big green eyes seeming to mist over.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear in that all too familiar raspy voice.
“I love you Noona.”
Her pulse raced at the sound of his husky voice. He too could not control the wild beating of his heart.