A/N:  Btw, this chapter is one of those NSFW ones, and nearly 4000 words.  Just a heads up.  :)  

We got back to the house around two in the afternoon, and even though our date was officially over I hadn't wanted my time with Joon to end. So, instead I basically stayed by his side the remainder of the night. When we first got home we found everyone else in or beside the pool so we went and joined them for a couple hours. I even made sure to exercise by doing my laps and Joon was my partner this time. Although, Jk still insisted he join also. Per normal my bunny had considered it a race instead of simple laps for exercise and plowed ahead of our methodical pace. After those couple of hours spent in the pool, we decided none of us really wanted to cook so we ordered takeout again. Pretty soon I would have sampled the entire menu from the Korean fried chicken restaurant (not that I was complaining). I wasn't surprised it was brought to us by the same delivery girl. When I saw her over the security guard's shoulder I smiled and waved. She didn't return the gesture completely but she almost smiled. Which made me feel somewhat victorious for that moment.

Joon kissed me on the forehead after we ate. "I have some stuff to prepare for tomorrow. So, while I really want to keep spending time with you, Baby. I should probably go and focus on doing that."

I nod. "I know you have to get up early, but did you want to come to my room after and spend the night with me?" I had genuinely been debating bringing this up since before our actual date had ended. But, I hadn't been certain about it at first. I didn't necessarily want all my dates to follow the same pattern, but at the same time I really didn't want to just say goodnight at my door. I had told him I wanted to take it slow, but I'm not so certain I want that for myself any more. I had honestly just wanted to know him better, and after today I felt I truly had.

"I tell you what. I'll go work on what I have to do. You go start studying your Korean lessons. When I'm done I'll bring back a snack we can share before bed." I'm not sure I need a snack after eating so well today, but I still find myself nodding regardless.

After a couple hours have passed I feel my brain has been overloaded with information. The first program that Joon recommended is helping a lot, but I continue to push myself by going over each lesson at least three times before moving on to the next. Once I eventually do finish the material from the first program I plan on moving on to the second, more difficult, program. In a few moments there is a knock on the door. "Come in." I respond in Korean.

He smiles proudly at me but doesn't make a comment regarding my Korean. That's when I take in the small container of ice cream in his hand. Well, that's definitely a snack I will never turn away. I can't make out the flavor though with the way he is holding it in his hand since the label is cupped directly against his palm. "What flavor is that?"

"Well, obviously it's not your favorite flavor of ice cream." He answers while his eyes hedge away from mine. I'm not quite sure what he is dodging by attempting to look away, but I'm not overly concerned when there is ice cream about to melt away. "There is this one ice cream snack that both Jimin and I have had recently. The flavor was Asian Pear." He turned the container to show the picture on the front. "This is Ginger Asian Pear flavored ice cream."

Hm. I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. I'm not sure if I will like the flavor or not though. "I know I love ginger in general in both sweet and savory dishes alike, but I have never had an Asian pear before."

"Well, then this will be a first for both of us." He shrugs. "Sort of. I mean I have had Asian pears and Asian pear ice cream before. But never this."

It's so cute how he seems to get flustered. Even his ears seem to be tinting a muted shade of red. "I'll let you have the first bite." He pulls out a single spoon and starts to open the carton.

I arch an eyebrow. "Should I do that so you don't rip it apart?" I tease.

He rolls his eyes at me. "I'm not that bad."

"Sure, you just gained the nickname 'God of Destruction' for no reason." I tease again.

He sighs. "We attempted to convince Army to change it to 'The Destroyer' instead. It didn't really stick though. I mean some people use it, but--"

"Focus more on opening that carton already! If it melts it will be on your head, and FYI melted ice cream is a heinous crime in my book."

He chuckles at me. "Okay. Okay."

Not long after he has managed to open it without tearing the container apart. He scoops a small portion on the spoon and holds it out to me. I look into his eyes as I taste the ice cream for the first time. There is something intimate about the moment. I don't know if it's how we stare at each other or the act of him feeding me the ice cream. What I know for certain it's not only the ice cream that is making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

"Well, how does it taste?"

"It's really good." My eyes widen as I focus on the flavor that bursts on my tongue. "It almost reminds me more of an apple than a pear. Perhaps we should get some fresh Asian pears the next time someone goes to the store for groceries."

Joon goes to stick the spoon in the ice cream, but before he can put it in his mouth I lunge at him and snag the spoon away. "If you get to feed me then it's only fair if I get to feed you too."

I'm unsurprised that he likes the flavor of the ice cream too. He practically purrs when the flavor hits his tongue. His eyes close as he savors the sweet notes of the pear.

We each take turns until there are only a couple of spoonfuls left. Since it's truly melting at this point I don't quite manage to get it all in my mouth. I feel the spot tingling my lips near the corner of my mouth, but before I can lick it away I find Joon's lips on mine. "Mm." He pulls away from the gentle kiss. "How can it taste better licking it from your lips than from the spoon?"

My cheeks flood with heat. "I don't.. Er.. Did it.." I sigh because there is no way I am going to get any of my thoughts out when my brain has turned into a big pile of inarticulate mush.

Only moments later I feel him sighing too. "I promise, Baby, that I didn't bring this ice cream with me in some attempt to seduce you. Not after the conversation we had somewhat recently."

I take a moment in an attempt to properly formulate my thoughts. "I'm not sure if I want to take it slow anymore honestly. But, I'm also not sure if I want each of my dates to follow the same pattern."

"You mean that you don't necessarily want each of our dates to end up with us having sex?" I'm so thankful he isn't teasing me at this moment. I'm not sure I could handle it honestly.

I nod.

"I tell you what. The ice cream is gone at this point, so for a few moments why don't we just see where kissing and touching leads us emotionally. We'll break away after a few moments so I can dispose of the trash. If you decide to take it a step further tonight while I am gone you can hash out some elaborate plan to seduce me." He winks at me for a moment which has me giggling despite the nervous tingles fluttering in my stomach. Then, he points specifically at a drawer I hadn't known he knew the contents of. "I've heard interesting things about the articles of clothing in that drawer, and I must admit I am quite curious at what you might have chosen with me in mind. But, if you decide against it that's fine too. I have no qualms about simply holding you all night long."

If the explanation had come from anyone else I would have said that it sounded somewhat detached and clinical, but Joon had a way of phrasing things so it all came out heartfelt and full of emotion. This was his way of putting me at ease. He turned me in his arms to read the expression in my eyes. I nod at him and he immediately leans down to plant his lips on mine.

Because so many of our kisses had been hot and steamy with zero to no hesitancy from the pressure he would apply to mine I was surprised at the difference of this one. His touch was gentle, coaxing me into the emotions that each moment of pressure elicited from me. It's not him that deepens our kiss into something more similar to the ones we previously shared. It's me. Before I can process what I am doing I find myself licking at the seam of his mouth requesting entrance to deepen the kiss. Somehow that doesn't detour his quest to continue the gentle application of his lips to mine, but he does begin to mirror my still somewhat hesitant advances. I appreciate how he basically let me take the reins for the moment, and I deepen the kiss further in a physical method of thanking him for allowing me to be in the driver's seat for once. He pulls away and nods. "And now I will go take care of that trash. I'll give you enough time to make a decision, but I won't pressure you either way." He reminds me.

Once the door closes behind him I let myself consider how I want tonight to go. Do I want to find out just how passionate a night of lovemaking with Joon could be now? Or do I want to wait? How do I feel about him now? The amount of loving care and compassion he has shown me today kind of does the answering for me.

I pull out the aqua blue colored chemise and matching pair of panties and find myself frowning. Until I had started packing them I hadn't really focused on the matching panties that came with this particular chemise. I have always been in a mindset that my ass needs full coverage 100% of the time. Only this particular chemise didn't come with a pair of panties with full coverage like I prefer. I'm lucky it didn't come with dental floss, aka a G-string honestly either though, but I still can't help but frown at the wedgie inducing thong in my hands.

I sigh before pushing myself to shed the clothing I am currently wearing and donning the silk and lace chemise and the female torture device panties. After I am dressed I am really not sure what to do with myself. I don't know if I should lay down and attempt to pose seductively, or if I cower while standing here with my back away from Joon as he comes back in, hoping he doesn't see how my ass cheeks are hanging out. Granted, the chemise is just long enough that it shouldn't be a problem, but it doesn't make me any less paranoid about it.

I settle for lounging on the bed, because cowering in fear is definitely the polar opposite of sexy. I don't think I can actually manage a seductive pose per se, but I do at least lean on my right side so I am facing the door as he enters back into the room.

I don't have to wait long to hear the door open once again. I'm momentarily surprised to hear him lock the door, but then again he was planning on staying with me tonight no matter. Once he turns the corner it's not just him taking in my appearance. I scan my eyes over the pajamas he chose to change into. The emerald green looking great against his tawny colored skin. Until I feel the dew like moisture on my lips I don't register that I am literally licking them as I take in the visual before me.

"Damn Baby." He groans as his eyes tour down my body. He doesn't hesitate to climb into the bed beside me, and before I can even blink he is pulling me underneath him, widening my thighs so he can slot his pelvis against my own. "I can't wait to feel the heat and pressure of you around me." He notches himself perfectly against my core and rocks his hips startling a gasp out of me. "Feel what you do to me, Baby. I'm so hard right now it's difficult to think straight." He groans as I pattern the movement of my hips after his own.

"I'm not even sure if I can wait long enough to remove these silky garments from your body. I just want to pull everything aside and let the silky fabric add another level of intensity to the sensations evoking in your body."

When he heatedly states that I wonder at how that would feel. Before I can ask him to demonstrate though he is kissing me with heightened passion fiercer than I think he has kissed me before. His hips canting a rhythm that makes me slightly whimper against his own lips. The dampness between my thighs grows with each flick of his tongue, with each rocking motion of his hips.

He begins trailing his kisses along my cheekbone until he reaches my ear. There he presses his lips against the shell, his breath tickling the fine hairs there which in turn makes more need thrum through my body. "I saw the surprise in your eyes when I mentioned leaving your garments on you. Do you want me to do that? Do you want to feel how that might heighten the sensations for you?" I gasp, unable to utter a word. "I know. How about a demonstration?"

Before I can attempt to get my voice back and ask him what he might mean he kisses down my neck, to my shoulder. "I know I said I would leave them on. But that doesn't mean I don't want to see you." The pads of his fingers push away the right strap of the chemise. He coaxes my arm out of that strap and peels the cup away to bare that breast to his gaze.

"So fucking pretty." He softly traces the outer edges of the swell of my breast. "I dreamed what they might look like. Baby, I didn't even come fucking close. You're fucking gorgeous." He continues to trace lazy patterns around the edge, and while there is a part of me that wants to scream at him to touch me already. To ease the ache. There is another part of me completely enamored with how he is just gazing at me with a mixture of heat and emotion.

Finally he traces his fingertips over the swell of my breast and begins circling my areola making my nipple pearl harder at his ministrations, and despite its confinement I feel my left nipple mirroring the hardness of the right. I watch in utter fascination as he wets his lips with his tongue. Then he leans down and takes the rigid bead into the caverns of his mouth. I don't register his other hand on my opposite breast until he plucks that nipple, veiled behind the silky fabric, between his fingers. I thought the dual sensations of having both nipples attended to at the same time had me nearly skyrocketing into orbit. That sensation is nothing compared to the tertiary sensation of the fabric between his fingers rubbing against my over stimulated nipple. I lose track of the moans, whimpers, and keening cries I make as he applies delicious torture to my breasts. Then he pulls his mouth away and grinds against me. "Now, to feel the other nipple in my mouth. Only with it still trapped behind this pretty fabric." He puts action behind his words, and my back arches off the bed as my body goes on autopilot to seek more of the exquisite torturous sensations he is evoking in my body.

He pulls away after what feels like hours later. His hands trace down between my thighs, and he hisses as his fingertips discover the state of my damp panties. "Oh, this is going to be even more interesting than I thought." It takes me a second to register his words, and when I do I arch an eyebrow at him. "I was fully set on the fact that while I want to feel the fabric causing friction between our bodies still having to remove your panties. Baby, with the fact you are wearing a thong I technically don't even have to do that." He pulls aside the fabric and completely bares my core to him. "I can just simply do this before I thrust inside of you."

I peel my body from its prone position on the mattress. "I say we get to that step already, but you are still wearing far too many clothes." As I unclasp each button of his pajama top I place soft kisses to the skin I have unveiled for the first four buttons. After that apparently we both begin to grow more impatient as we move our hands together and simply pull the garment from his body. I rove my hands down over the lightly toned panels of his chest. He isn't as visually fit as some of the others, but I can still feel the taut muscles veiled by his skin. Once I reach the drawstring of his pants I make quick work of the knot and we are both together discarding the last two articles of clothing in one fell swoop.

I wet my lips at the sight of him completely unveiled before me. "I'm not sure I can wait while you continue to pan your eyes over me."

Honestly, I don't want him to wait. I utter something along those lines to him verbally, but I am honestly not coherent enough to be able to focus on the words myself. Luckily he doesn't need to be told twice as he lifts my right leg over the curve of his hip bone and thrusts deep into me to the hilt. I immediately gasp at his frenzied intrusion but then he is rocking slowly in and out of my body. He groans. "You feel so good, Baby. I'm not sure how long I can keep up this pace."

I sigh as I ride the endorphins that pulse through my body paired with the heated sensation of the friction of feeling him gliding in and out of me. "Then don't. If you need to pick up the rhythm then do so."

Those must have been the magic words, because suddenly he is mirroring the way he first entered me in one frenzied deep repetitive motion over and over again. I don't expect it because I seem to have no warning when my first orgasm blindsides me. He groans above. "Damn, that was gorgeous. But, I'm not through with you." He pulls out of me which has me confused for a moment before he is coaxing me over and onto my hands and knees. "I could easily spend eternity inside you, but I have to get up early so we don't have that kind of time. Let me take you like this, Baby. It will get me to reach my orgasm faster, but you don't have to worry. I will make sure to take care of you too."

I'd been curious about the position, but I didn't really know what to expect. Nor was I necessarily looking forward to it, but that was only because I find that I like looking into their eyes moments during that moment they reach their peaks. But once he guides himself and surges back into me I find myself overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations and swiftly forgetting about my hesitancies. It almost feels like with each full stroke he is reaching another part inside of me that is coaxing a different glorious tremble within me than the others I have felt before. Not long after I find myself whimpering at the sensations building in my body. His fingers of one hand wrap around me and glide over my clit, massaging the bundle of nerves enhancing the second orgasm as it builds up within me. He pulls me back so I am sitting across his thighs and he is balancing on his knees. His other hand pans over my left shoulder blade, over the soulmark that brands me as his. The sensations sky rocket and as I fly over that precipice I feel him pulsing inside me doing the same.

We both crumble into a heap on the bed. Lying there and breathing for a few minutes. Soon after he peels my garments from my body and strokes my bare skin for a moment before taking an opportunity to clean up. Afterward we rearrange ourselves so he is laying flat on his back and I am molded against him. My chin laying on his chest. "Daisy?"

"Hmm?"

"I didn't say it before, but that doesn't make what I am about to say any less true. Baby, I have pretty much loved you from the beginning. Maybe not when I first saw you, but not long after that. Perhaps even within the first twenty four hours."

I smile against him then pull away so I can look him in the eyes. "I might have said that I felt we needed more time, but that didn't mean I didn't already have growing feelings for you when I said it. Truthfully, on some level I have loved you all from the moment I knew you were mine. But, that doesn't mean I was in love with you. Joonie, it might have taken me longer to realize it, but I want you to know that I do love you."

It must be the right thing to say because he pulls me to him and kisses me with a reverence I'm not sure he has shown me before. "I would love to talk with you until dawn, but I really do need to sleep."

I nod, and curl myself against him again. It takes me a bit longer for my mind to settle, but once I feel his breathing slow into a constant pattern my eyes begin to droop, and I'm falling into slumber soon after.