Irene woke up, shuffling into her pillow, a content sigh escaping her lips as the familiar smell of Dior savúage hit her scents, her eye brows furrowed in confusion as she shuffled slightly in confusion, her lotus like eyes opening to the sight in front her. Her eyes widened as she shot up, the had around her waist pulling her back down and trapping her in his embrace. "Jackson." "Five more minutes Babygirl." He spoke, voice dripping with a hint of huskiness. She bit her lip slightly, resting back into her previous position and letting her hand rest softly against his heart. A sound that was surely becoming one of her favourites. She looked up to him, watching as he slept peacefully his eye closed, as he breathed softly, her hands moved up slightly to rest on his cheek, drawing small patterns with the base of her thumb as she traced over his razor sharp jaw.

She smiled softly to herself, her hand retreating until one of the hands wrapped around her shot up to place it back to where it was. "I was enjoying that." He spoke, his hazel eyes opening into hers as he passed her a small wink. She huffed in annoyance ripping his arm off her, and sitting up. She pouted at the sound of his deep chuckle resonating through the room. She turned back hitting his chest slightly as he laughed louder. She huffed throwing the duvet of her and moving only for him to wrap his arms around her push her back down, his own body moving on top of hers as he looked at her. "Sorry baby." He whispered, taking her nose and squeezing at she whined at his antics.

He moved back, his arm over on the other side of her as she sat up. "Let's do something." She whispered, her eyes looking up to search his. "I want to go on an adventure." He smiled at her, ruffling her hair. "I know the perfect spot. Let me go home and change and I'll come back to get you okay?" She nodded as he turned to stand, until Irene grabbed his hand pulling him back slightly. With no word of warning her lips landed against his, moving softly against his as Jackson froze. A moment later she moved away, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Thank you." She whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, as he looked at her in disbelief. He smirked at her slightly, "No thank you." He spoke, moving closer to plant his own lips back against hers. She pushed his chest lightly, laughing. "Later." She stated, standing up and running into the bathroom, leaving a completely traumatised yet excited Jackson Wang.

Half an hour later the two were ready, the excitement apparent in their faces, and for once Irene felt at ease in someone else's company. She looked out to the window watching as the city fell away from her view, finally finding the air to breath as she rolled down the window, allowing the soft breeze to pass through her fiery curls. A smile passed over his features. She looked stunning. Even in the littlest of situations her aura shone through bright then ever. He couldn't even fathom how this same woman was a Mafia Queen.

He turned his eyes back to the road with the sudden realisation that he couldn't be thinking like this. She was the enemy, she was a job he reminded himself, the words failing to reach the depths of his heart as he mistakenly glanced towards her, the liveliness in her eyes, the way they danced around in joy that he had never seen in her eyes. She looked beautiful. And he could feel the rush that swelled to his heart against his will.

No sooner then half an hour later they reached the destination he had in mind, and once again he was greeted with a look of disbelief. He smiled at her, taking her hand in his own, as they moved closer to the small beach hut situated by a waterfall, he led her up the side, opening the balcony and leading her to the edge that was styled into a seating area with pillows arranged neatly, he watched as she ran forward in excitement her eyes wide as she looked around, and once again he was greeted with the same thought; every other Mafia Queen he had met, had been nothing but cold and unforgiving, their tactics were linear.

Yet with Irene there were so many layers to her character, unlike all the other two dimensional characters he had been caught up with the vibrancy to whatever she did was intriguing, he watched as she stretched her arms out, her hair flowing as she turned away from him, enjoying the serene view that enveloped them. And suddenly without realising his feet carried him towards her, stopping behind her and wrapping his arms around her slim waist, she turned slightly angling her head to look up at him as she smiled, leaning back into his chest as they looked around. "It's beautiful..." she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse as she continued to look around. "How did you find it?" "A few years ago my parents were in Korea. We had a massive fight about the business and so I ran away. I was so angry and I needed time to cool down because I feared what I would say to them in the heat of my anger. And so I ran, I had no idea where I was going I just let my intuition lead me wherever and an hour later I ended up here. I saw the waterfall and the small piece of peace that I was looking for, I found. After I left I came back a week later and had the hut built so that whenever things got too hectic and chaotic I had an escape. It became my home." He turned slightly watching as she listened intently, eyes shining.

He smiled at her kissing the top of her nose to bring her back to the short term reality. "It's perfect, and it screams you." She spoke, watching as his eye brows furrowed. "And what do you mean by that?" She turned in his embrace, her hands locking around his neck as his own tightened around her waist. "I mean you have a wondrous spirit, you like the spontaneous element to life and you naturally attract all things good, so I'm not surprised that you found this space, because if I had to paint your personality I'd paint it like this." He watched her carefully, brushing her hair back behind her ear as he looked at her intently, his head moving closer. "You know me well." She chuckled slightly. "No I just observed you." "And the difference is?" "I only know the small things." "And maybe that's all that matters." She hummed back to his response as they leaned closer, eyes fluttering close as their lips locked in a slow meaningful kiss, something quite unlike what they were used to. It was perfect, not too sweet, but not too dominate either, it was a mix of all the silent looks and glances, the secrets that their hearts wished to reveal, were whispered through this kiss, a want, a need, to have each other, even if it was just for a split second before they walked back to their conflicting worlds. But every passing second it became more then what they were willing to call it.

They parted soon after, a flush of red coating both their cheeks as they simultaneously took a step back. "Let me show you around the house." She nodded excitedly taking a step forward and grasping his hand, interlocking their fingers through her excitement. She didn't know what it was, but with him, the personality that she had drained from her being came back to life with a simple touch, she smiled slightly, whilst her mind contemplated how possessed she had come, and why? But her heart knew. It because of a little thing called love.

They walked around the house, yet his words had fallen deaf to her ears a long time ago, for her sights had been set and locked on him the minute they entered. She looked around tearing her gaze away from his as he moved to get her a glass of water. She looked around, standing on the next balcony, her eyes closing at the serenity of the scene until she felt a hand on her waist turning her slightly. He held the glass out for which she gladly accepted with a smile before placing it down on the coffee table outside. She looked towards him, her heart burning as she walked closer to him, her eyes flickering to his wearily until they were inches away. His hands settled against her waist pulling her flush against his body with a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Her own matched it, her hands locking on his neck, and pulling the nape of it closer until their lips danced in fiery passion. And every moment that passed between the two, the pace began to pick up.

She jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as her hands tangled with his hair. He pushed her up against the balcony, Irene eyes widening as she broke away, her eyes casting down. He chuckled at the look in her eyes. "I won't let you fall relax." She huffed cutely. "You're not the one sitting on the edge." He continued to chuckle, her hands  on his chest vibrating with his soft laugh. "Let me take your mind of it then." As he trailed kisses up her neck; she moaned slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he sucked on her pulse point, biting slightly to leave a mark. He moved back admiring his work. He had marked the Mafia Queen as his. Irene pushed forward back into him, her lips working his with a need so strong that he could feel himself coming down under her spell. She bit his lip gently asking for entrance which he gave, the continuing down the avenues of their passion.

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He picked her up from leaning against the balcony, walking back into the house and heading towards the bedroom. She untangled her legs from his waist taking a few steps back as they stared at each other, a silent question being asked as Irene smiled at him, she turned away from him, her head turning slightly to pin his gaze to her as she picked up the corners of her shirt, slowly bringing the material up in a seductive way and letting it drop to the floor in front of him. He took a step forward, wrapping an arm around her waist as he kissed her shoulder blades, their eyes meeting again as she turned picking up the corner of his shirt and throwing it to where hers lay. Clothing fell to the floor as they continued to entangle with their lips, his hand moving up to squeeze one of her mounds, a soft gasp escaping from her as he took it as an opportunity to delve deeper into exploring her mouth.

Once again he picked her up with ease, the two falling to the bed that lay in the centre of the room, his lips leavings hers to trail down her body, his hands pulling down her underwater and exposing his sights to where she needed him. "So wet for me." He whispered against her thigh, as she called out his name, he parted her thighs gently, diving into what lay in between, his tongue moving back and forth through her folds and trailing over her clit every now and then before taking it between his lips and sucking on it gently. She gripped his hair tighter, a soft beg escaping her lips. He brought his fingers to her folds, working his tongue at the same time as her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she let out a breathy shout, her legs trembling as she came undone. He moved back up to her lips, chiding them slightly. "Taste like heaven." He whispered, before allowing his lips to claim hers again, Irene moaned at the taste of herself as he moved to picked her legs up slightly, wrapping them around his waist as he aligned himself, thrusting softly as she scratched his back, he let out a groan of his own, as he continued to hit her g spot the two connecting their lips and fighting for dominance, until they both simultaneously came. Jackson rolled of her, pulling the covers over them and pulling her body to his, kissing her forehead softly as she snuggled into his chest. For once she had a perfect moment, with a man equally perfect.

TBC

Authors note:
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