A/N:  Just a heads up, before writing this chapter I had just finished watching Bridgerton, and I think that might have influenced this chapter just a bit.  Not in a bad way or anything, at least not in my opinion.

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I put my cell phone back on the end table after I typed up my quick reply to his message that told me he was basically just outside the building. For a moment or two I debate what to do with myself. Should I drape myself seductively across the bed? Should I simply stand and wait? I frown at both of those ideas and before I come up with another preposterous one I sit myself on the couch at the foot of the bed. I shake my head at myself as I realize this was probably the first decision I should have made. To at least sit down comfortably until I hear the door open to announce his arrival, and if not the door then his footsteps.

I think I wait five minutes at most before he breaches the doorway. I stand up and imagine the full visual effect as the skirt of the floor length robe billows behind me. The problem is that at first he isn't looking in my direction at all. He is instead frowning at the room. "No, no. This isn't right. I asked for them to have candles on the tables. For there to be flower petals on the bed. I even asked for soft romantic instrumental music to fill the room."

While I hate that he isn't looking at me, I can't help but smile at all the things he had originally planned out. It hardly matters to me that the staff hadn't prepared things according to his intended suggestions. "Jin." His face is turning red as he is obviously frustrated at finding the room not to his liking. "Sweet Jin, I really don't need any of those things."

I don't know if he finally regained his focus, or if it was the pet name that I gave him, but belatedly he turns his attention away from the room and on me. The dark pools of his irises swim with a mixture of heartfelt emotion and deep seated desire as he lets his gaze linger over every inch of me draped in the extravagant pink fabric. "You look beautiful, Princess." He clears his throat and frowns at the room again. "I wanted everything to be so perfect for us tonight."

I take a few steps closer to him. "I'm guessing you didn't hear me a moment ago. Listen closely this time." I repeat myself verbatim. "Sweet Jin, I really don't need any of those things." I shake my head to visually add some emphasis to that statement. Then I reach out a hand and interlace my fingers with his own. "I only need you." I'm not taking a moment to think my actions through, only running on pure instinct, as I drag him up on the mattress with me.

His eyes trace over the ribbon keeping the robe closed, veiling me from his sight. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down due to his obvious nervousness. I trace my eyes to the nape of his neck where I see a blush climbing up it, settling on his ears and painting the lobes a similar shade. "I...I don't know where to begin."

That's when I realize while I might prefer he be the one to take control here that he might be too shy to take the reins at first. That doesn't mean I plan on completely seizing control myself, but perhaps I can at least guide him a bit. "Jin, Sweet Jin, there is no right or wrong here on where to start. Even if you just want to lay beside me and kiss me until you are ready for more, then I am quite okay with that." I sigh and admit that even though I would like tonight to end a certain way it really doesn't have to. "And Jin, if you would rather nothing happen tonight. Then it honestly doesn't have to. We can just spend the night in each other's arms, and I would be content with that."

He shakes his head. "Please, don't do that. Please don't back pedal away because you think it might be what I want to hear."

I consider my next words very carefully. "Jin, I'm not going to lie and say that I wouldn't be disappointed if we spent tonight doing only that. I did mean what I said though. I'm not about to push you into doing something you simply aren't sure that you are ready for."

He shakes his head again. "It's not that I don't think I am ready. I think I'm just both the fact that I am nervous in general, and I'm also worried that I might somehow disappoint you."

I don't laugh at him even though there is a part of me tickled by the endearing fact that he is obviously quite worried about my own enjoyment. "I don't think that's possible. Fate had to pair us together for a reason. Which, pardon me for being blunt, makes me quite sure that we will be sexually compatible with each other."

His cheeks are now the same shade of pink as his neck and ears. "Can I ask you something?"

"Jin, you can ask me anything."

"Taehyungie and Jungkookie, they were both virgins before your time together. Were you disappointed with either of them their first times?"

I sigh because this is one question I am not sure I want to answer. Not just because I'd like to keep our private moments with each other just that, private, but also because I know this moment with Jin will vastly be different than it was with any of my other soulmates. So, I make the decision to verbalize my way of thinking. "Jin, I said you could ask me anything, and of course that is true. There are some things I may not wish to share though. That's partially because it isn't only my moment to share, but it's also because you three are vastly different people. I couldn't compare you to one another, nor would I even want to."

He nods and his eyes trace over the ribbon again. His gaze goes dreamy as he seems to become lost in his own thoughts and/or fantasies. "Jin, can I ask you what you are thinking?"

"I want to touch you. I just am not sure where to touch you first."

I sit up on my knees. "Would you like me to come closer?"

I can see him mentally trace what he believes my intended trajectory might be, but I think with how shy he is still being that I might have to be a bit bolder than he expects. He nods his affirmation, and instead of simply scooting closer to him, like he predicted, I choose to straddle his lap. I'm thankful he chose to wear comfortable track pants as I can only just feel how his body pulses in reaction to my momentary dauntlessness through the few layers of fabric. "Is this too close, Sweet Jin?"

"No, Princess. No, I definitely want you here." Then he tentatively grasps either side of my hips with his hands as he courageously drags me closer even still. The friction of fabric between us has us both groaning out our growing desperation for each other. Some of his own resolve seems to break as his dew kissed lips cover my own.

All our shared kisses previous to this one added together can't compare to the amount of passion he unleashes with this single one. Or does each pass of his lips equal several separate kisses? Turn off mind! Why should linguistics matter when he is doing that surprisingly skillful twirl with his tongue? My toes curl of their own fruition when he repeats that talented trick.

I think I honestly whimper when he pulls back from the kiss. He leans against my ear and chuckles lightly. The way his breath tickles my earlobe makes me shiver all over. "That appreciative sound definitely makes me a little less worried." He pulls back and follows the line where the fabric folds closed over my body. "I think I would very much like to see what this robe is hiding now."

I pull away from him, so I can get up and step down to the floor beside the bed. Once I am standing before him I trace my fingertips teasingly across the bow of the ribbon. "Would you like to do the honors? Or shall I?"

I unintentionally stood just out of reach of his hands so once he situated himself on the edge of the bed and widened his stance he could pull me into the empty space he created. His hands are shaking, but this time I think there is a lot of eagerness mixed in with the trepidation he is displaying. I don't know if he pulls the sash ever so slowly for the benefit of saving the fabric or to delay his own growing curiosity, but once it naturally starts to part after loosening his eyes zero in on the bodice. Despite the embroidery on the lace I know there is no hiding my swollen nipples behind the sheer fabric. He grasps either side of my waist and pulls me closer. He shocks me as he dips me down slightly so I line up perfectly with his awaiting mouth. I thread my fingers through his hair as he extends tortuous attention with his plush lips and the delicate swipes of his eager tongue to my lace clad nipple.

For a moment I worry that I grow light headed before I realize he has lifted me from the spot where I was standing and placed me back on the bed. He peels the robe completely off my shoulders and arms before leaning me down and applying the same affections to the neglected nipple. He pulls away and lets out a sigh that I interpret as him trying to keep a tether on what very little restraint he might have left. His soft spoken words against my aching nipples make me shiver all over. "You are so very beautiful, Princess. I know I keep repeating myself, saying the same adjective over and over again, but I am not sure any other words would suit as well as that one does."

I can't help but let the corners of my lips lift up in a smile. "I'm pretty sure being beyond thinking at this stage could be deemed completely acceptable."

He chuckles slightly at my words. Then his face falls as he comes to realize something. "I should have told you before today. You are the most amazing, exquisite, woman in the world, Princess. I didn't know it was possible to love one person as much as I do you."

I smile up at him. "I love you, too. But, you know what would be better than telling me how you feel?"

The corner of his lip lifts up. "Oh? You want me to show you?"

"Mm. Sounds like a good plan to me."

He immediately assists me in completely divesting me of the robe that has become trapped underneath my body. As fast as that garment disappeared though, he is in no rush to remove the negligee. Even though he has already seen it while I was standing, he traces his eyes down my silk and lace encased silhouette again. His hands go to my shoulders to slowly push down the barely there straps. He peels the lace bodice down my body until the top half of the garment pools at my waist. His eyes glaze over as he stares unabashedly at my naked breasts for the first time. "Exquisite."

"And you were chastising yourself for being unable to come up with another adjective for beautiful." I somehow manage to utter before his mouth devours my left nipple again.

He only applies momentary attention to it before he pulls himself away. "Exquisite, my Princess, is only referring to your breasts. What makes you beautiful is the whole package. Your body, every component that makes up your enamoring face, your personality, but most importantly your heart and soul."

"Do you know what makes you the worldwide handsome man you are?" I ask him.

"My handsome face?"

I chuckle. "Your handsome face is definitely one part of the package, but I can't help but agree that your own assessment of me also applies to you too. Every single last part of you is what makes you handsome, and once again most especially your heart and soul."

Just like that we are both quickly removing whatever remaining garments still linger on our bodies. I'm not even sure where each article ends up, and quite frankly I don't care. When he looks down at my complete nudity he seems to regain some of his original bashfulness. "I'm not sure what I want to do from here."

"You mean which step to take next?" I ask hoping I am reading his hesitancy correctly.

He nods. "I want to touch. I want to taste. I want to linger over every bare inch of your body. The problem is that I don't know how much longer I can restrain myself. I mostly worry that I might explode before ever entering your body."

I take his hand in mine and press it against the dew damp tresses covering my needy core. "Feel that?" His eyes widen but he nods. "I'm already eager and ready if you want to just take me. There will be other times we can linger over each other and study each bare inch. There is not one dictated way our first time has to go. As long as you direct it the way you want things to happen I'm right there with you."

His fingers trace over me entering me and making me shake due to my own growing desire for him. As if the state of my body is what he was reassuring himself with. He guides my hips wider, carving out a place to nestle his pelvis directly against mine. He groans as he swipes his velvety flesh against my opening before he sinks himself inside me slowly inch by inch.

While he was eager to be inside me he doesn't let that need dictate his rhythm. Instead he takes me in a seductive unhurried manner. Each of his slow paced thrusts is accompanied by tremors due to the nerves still binding his mind and consciousness to his actions. I rock my hips in an echo to his thrusts for a few moments before carding my fingers through his hair. Once I reach the nape of his neck I pull his face down close to me and seal my lips against his plush soft ones.

I don't let myself become coy and take the opportunity to deepen the kiss when he groans against my mouth. I take that opportunity as the gift it is and evade his mouth with my tongue. Before I wrap my legs around his waist I drag the topside of my foot against the front of his leg. The space between the mattress and his skin is small which makes it not the easiest of maneuvers but once the edge of my soulmate mark glides against his skin we both gasp in surprise. I guide both my legs around him so there is truly nowhere between our bodies we aren't tied together. We cry out in unison only moments later as we crest that peak together.

A/N:  For some reason this moment made me exceptionally nervous to write.  I don't know if it was the buildup, or I created the buildup for it because I was nervous to write it.  Either way I hope it lived up to expectations, and if it didn't I am truly sorry. :(