A/N:  NSFW chapter.  I've had at least a couple of people ask me what the acronym means, and I apologize because I took it for granted that some might not know.  I don't use a lot of acronyms myself because I don't often know the meaning behind many.  So, for those that might not know or only gathered it from the content of the chapter.  It means it's Not Suitable/Safe for Work due to the sexual nature of the chapter.  

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After I tell all the others goodnight I look through the closet where I have stored my dressier clothes away during my stay on the ship. I mentally frown for a brief moment as I remember that this will be our last night on the ship, but push that thought away and focus back on the garments in the closet. I pull out the hanger where the one dress that I haven't had a chance to wear dangles, outside of the formal dress Jiwoo made that I was told was necessary for the trip that is. I had purchased this one and hoped to wear it on one of our nights while we were on our trip, but I simply haven't been able to because of the weather.

It's a dusty pink color. The neckline being my favored halter style, but where many halter style garments are backless this one has a full back which gives me the ability to wear a strapless bra with the dress. Just below my ribcage on the sides and above my waist there is a triangular spot cut out bearing my pale skin. The skirt of the dress comes down to my ankles and hangs in a light pleated gathering pattern in the front. On either side is a dangerous slit cut high up to my upper thigh, but the dress also has a small skirt underneath that adds an additional layer of modesty. I pair it with the pearl drop earrings that Skai designed and my khaki sandals in a small effort to dress down the dress a little bit. I do have another pair of shoes, but they are strictly to be worn with the formal gown that the guys insisted I needed at some point during this trip. Which I can only imagine is for something we have planned in Monte Carlo since they haven't brought it up again yet.

I don't have a lot of time to do my hair in some elaborate updo, so instead I braid two sections back that frame my face and fasten them together at the back of my head, leaving the rest of the curls down and natural. I keep my makeup light. I only focus on retouching my foundation, powder, concealer and applying a clear lip gloss to my lips. I flick the mascara wand across my lashes swiftly and briefly before I decide I'm done.

After I consider myself ready I go back into the main room of my cabin. I grab the white cardigan I purchased while in Taormina, Sicily that I had left draped over a study chair. I don't know if I will need it or not, but because it is well into the evening at this point I bet there is probably some draft coming off the water that will add a chill to the air. Then I try to decide what to do next. I debate whether I should go up to the top deck and wait for him there, or if I should continue to wait for him in the cabin. I don't realize it but while I meander over these thoughts in my head I start pacing back and forth in the room. I'm only pulled out of my thoughts and realize I have been pacing for several minutes now when a knock at the door interrupts the action.

Hobi stands there in a black suit jacket over a white button down shirt with a black floral design printed over his upper chest and abs. I briefly notice his pleated dress pants that match the suit jacket when his heated gaze captures me, and he slides his sinful tongue across the seam of his lips. "Damn, Petal. You look gorgeous." He clears his throat. "Let's go before I change my mind and decide to push you back against this door and ravish you right there."

My cheeks heat and warmth floods my core. Nope, definitely not opposed to that idea as an alternative. But, my curiosity regarding his surprise trumps my insatiable need when it comes to him. So, I am able to reallocate my train of thought, although it's not that easy of an endeavor. He makes it even more difficult when he pulls me forward and plants his lips on mine. His movements hungry and eager as he devours me with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Had I worn a tinted lip gloss it would be smeared all over both of our lips and painted over the outside edge of them as well. I hum against his lips although I am not sure if it is an eager response or to remind him of his original plan. I find myself mildly disappointed when he pulls away from me and we both breathe in the oxygen that we had deprived ourselves of.

"Come on, Petal." He holds out his hand to me, and I eagerly take it, weaving my fingers together with his.

We leave the ship and Sang Hee trails behind us acting as our security escort for the night. Hobi leads me to the pier we took earlier where another ferry awaits us. He leads me to the upper level and we both cuddle together and look up at the night sky. While there is a chilly breeze I don't notice it much because of his warmth surrounding me. At this moment, no one can see us outside of Sang Hee. But, he is respectful enough to turn his back on us and give us privacy while still keeping us safe as he scans the area outwardly for potential security issues. I want to ask where we are going, but I know Hobi won't tell me so instead I simply curl myself even tighter against him and hope I don't have to hold onto this growing curiosity for long.

About fifteen minutes later the ferry is pulling up at another pier. Hobi takes me over to a row boat where a man is standing beside it in wait. I only just notice for a moment that there is a second boat that Sang Hee walks over to where another man stands in wait. "This is Anatole and his cousin Séverin. They will be acting as our boatmen for the next part of our journey."

I frown for a second and turn to Hobi. "Where are we exactly? I realize you still have a surprise waiting. I am just curious what island this is."

"It's Saint-Honorat Island. We are at a less populated part of the island, but not terribly far from Lérins Abbey." He shares with me.

"Oh the monastery? I think I read about that during our research, but I wasn't sure about going. I do find it interesting that they rent out rooms in the monastery itself."

Hobi nods. "Yes, and the people at the monastery do know we are here tonight. So, we aren't trespassing by any means if that might have worried you."

I nod but shrug my shoulders also. I don't think it occurred to me to worry, but I do appreciate that he thought to ask and make those people aware of it.

He helps me in the rowboat, and while I can see a nervous expression briefly on his face he tries to keep it hidden as long as possible. He grits his teeth for a moment. "This would have been worse had I been the one to row. I'm glad Anatole and Séverin were available to escort us tonight."

Anatole, the boatman for our rowboat pushes the rowboat further into the water before joining us and we settle out on our journey. I take in the ripples of the water, the vacant coastline we are rowing parallel to, and Hobi's attempt at composure. I grip his hand in mine as a method to let him know that I am here beside him. In hopes to alleviate some of the apprehension that is making his back and shoulders tense.

When we curve around the island my eyes widen at the sight before me, and I can't help but gasp in astonishment. Countless rectangle shaped candle lanterns are floating on the water. I catch the sight of Hobi's growing smile from the corner of my eye. "You did this?"

He nods. "I did this, Petal. For you." He pauses for a second. "I wish we had been able to do this somewhere like Venice in the canals, but since we didn't travel to Venice at all I had to make do."

"It's beautiful, and while I agree that Venice would have been interesting, the amount of tourists there would have taken away from this moment. The isolation here on the water definitely added to it." I pause for a second and take it all in. "I realize the candles are on the water, but it almost reminds me of the paper lanterns festival moment in Disney's Tangled."

He looks out at the water in wonder, even though this is a moment he set up himself. "Oh yes, I definitely can see that comparison."

I don't know how long we stay out there sitting in the rowboat amongst the lanterns but both of us know that we can't stay for long. We all have to get up early in the morning to do the after shooting interviews. While Monte Carlo is part of the trip we had decided not to film while there since we would no longer be on the boat. So all too soon we are rowing away from the beautiful sight that Hobi had set up for us.

I had worried about the cleanup and the lanterns floating out to sea but Hobi assured me that was taken care of. "There's a fishing boat a little further out that has their net out to catch the lanterns should they float too far, and Anatole and Séverin both promised me they would clean up the lanterns themselves after we leave."

I turn to Anatole and thank him for doing that for us. He nods and smiles at me.

Twenty minutes later we are back on the ship and I can tell that Hobi is trying his best not to rush us back to my room. I'm astonished to find that the surprises aren't over yet when I open my door and see a trail of rose petals leading us to my bed. My eyes widen and I turn to Hobi only able to ask a single worded question. "Who?"

"Taehyungie and Jiminie helped out. I texted them when I got back after setting up the lanterns, and they watched through their peephole until we left and set it up soon after."

I'm thankful that the only petals on the bed are scattered over the pillows so I can easily brush them away and turn back to Hobi. He gives me a dark look before crushing his lips on my own. This kiss is even hungrier than the first and I find myself groaning in need against his mouth as his tongue, teeth, and lips stoke the growing fire within me once again. His hands reach around me and haul me closer against his body. They paw up my back until his fingers deftly discover the zipper at the top of my dress and inch it downward until it comes to the end of the path. With my back practically bare goosebumps begin to creep along the naked flesh exposed to the cool air in the room. Or it could be Hobi's skillful fingers tracing patterns along the bare skin. Either one could also be the reason my nipples rapidly bud and harden against his chest.

Before he pulls me away to peel the dress down my body I lift my hands to his shoulders and pull the suit jacket off of him. I let the jacket fall to the floor before I begin to struggle with the buttons of his shirt. I plant kisses to each inch of his solid chest I expose until I am kneeling before him and unfastening his pants. I curl my hand into his boxer briefs and momentarily run my hand up and down his long length before he hauls me up from my kneeling position and takes my lips once again with his own. "I don't want this moment together to be hard and fast. I want this moment to stretch out through the night, and if you touch me like that it will blow all my carefully made plans out of the water."

He peels the dress down my body, and after it drops to my feet he helps me step out of the pool of fabric on the ground. Even though he tells me that he wants to make this moment last he takes no time flicking open the eyelet fastens on my strapless bra and letting the garment float away. But afterward he doesn't touch me. Instead he steps back and looks up and down my body, cherishing me with his eyes. His appraisal is filled with all the love and devotion he feels for me, and I hum out my own happiness at the perusal. He peels his pants down his body and steps out of them before ushering me to the bed. After the remaining rose petals I missed have been removed he lowers my head down to the pillow and climbs up with me so I am cradled beneath his body.

It's difficult to ignore his hard length against my stomach but I clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him. If he wants to worship me tonight, then the least I can do is try my best to assist him in any way possible. Even if that way is to keep my probing hands to myself. However that plan is completely thrown out when his tongue begins to trace over the seam of my lips. I shift my legs so they widen a bit and his legs seat themselves in the gap between mine. My hands that were fiercely clenched at my side entangle into the back of his hair as I pull him down to kiss me properly. He hums in approval and his body grinds against mine automatically. After he pulls away he huffs out on a much needed breath, "You aren't playing very fair, Petal."

I find myself smirking up at him, in a near comparison to how he smirks often heatedly at me. "Neither do you, Hobi."

He laughs briefly before leaning back toward my face and gliding the tip of his nose over to my ear. "I never play fair." He whispers before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking and nibbling it so fiercely I almost wonder if he bruised the flesh there.

My hands still grip his hair fiercely between my fingers as he kisses every inch of body below my neck and above my breasts. He stokes the fire within me with the less obvious erogenous zones before ever playing tribute to my breasts. It's only when I lift my chest up from the mattress and toward his mouth that he smirks down at me. "Aw, are your breasts feeling neglected?"

"Please, Hobi." The please I utter breaks something in him, and he no longer hesitates to take my breasts in either hand. His thumbs eagerly gliding over the beaded points over and over again. The action creates more growing heat in my core and leaves my panties damp. When he finally takes one of them into his mouth I arch my back and literally scream how much I love him. I utter other nonsensical words of devotion and grip his hair even fiercer than before as he pays homage to the needy flesh.

I think that must be the point when his patience begins to fizzle out because his fingers leave my breasts to travel down my sides and frenziedly peel the remaining garment from my body. He plants kisses southward before lifting my legs over his shoulders and stroking his skillful tongue inside me. I stroke my nipples with both hands as he tunnels his tongue inside of me and strokes my clit with his nimble fingers. I literally whimper when he pulls away, but then he is changing up his torture of my body. His long tapered fingers channeling inside me while his lips fasten around my clit. It's possible I scream without realizing it as he tortures me in the best way imaginable.

For some reason my orgasm is being a spiteful bitch and while I feel it just outside of my grasp it isn't easily unraveling within me. I tweak my nipples. I thrust my pelvis upward against his face trying everything I can think of to encourage my body to let go. Hobi, able to read my body like a book, pulls away from me to somewhat repeat my own thoughts. "Let go, Petal." Then resumes his torture and I find myself pummeling eagerly over the edge. My body is literally twitching at the intensity of the orgasm, and even before I can come completely down from the peak Hobi lines himself against me and slowly notches himself inside of me.

He locks my legs around him and slowly, tortuously inches inside my channel. He doesn't take me like this often, usually only after he has been rough with my body and still feels the need coursing through him to take me again. I welcome this change of pace with him, even though I think a part of me misses his rough handling of my body. He kisses me and whispers how it has only ever been like this with me. "You're my one and only, Petal. I want you to know that now and forever." He says before kissing me sweetly.

His strokes grow only a bit more insistent as he begins to feel himself getting closer to completion. Yet, he doesn't let loose like he would normally. He makes sure I feel every inch of him with the slow pace he strokes me at. Only when I start to whimper as my own growing need begins to build again does he change to a more rapid pace. His loving touches become carnal as he begins to piston faster inside of me. My orgasm this time being the polar opposite as last, allowing me to come to my release well before I even expect it. Hobi shouts as I clamp around him and with only a few more eager thrusts he is joining me in completion.

He drops down beside me panting in needful oxygen while I do the same. "See? I told you that you had no trouble being romantic?"

He lightly laughs. "It's still not something I am used to, but for you I will pretty much do anything." He turns on his side and looks me in the eyes. The back of his hand glides against my cheek. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."

I wish I knew how to respond to that, but there are no words. It's my growing exhaustion that answers for me instead as my eyes drift shut of their own accord. I am only slightly aware of Hobi cleaning me up and taking care of our discarded clothing before he pulls up the covers and wraps himself around me.