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You were right, Lee Minho was a fucking amazing kisser.

Since the moment you met him, you'd wondered what it would be like to kiss him. While your friend were skipping between guys like a game of hopscotch, your eyes had never strayed. Even when people called you crazy or delulu, you had (perhaps stupidly) ignored them, because you just didn't want anyone else. Sure, you had slept around. Quite a bit, actually. A girl had needs, and since you knew he wasn't interested in you, you found a way to satisfy them.

Only temporarily, of course. Because nothing could satisfy your craving for him.

But you kept hope that Minho was the guy for you, and even when you were extremely upset at him, or when you thought he hated you, subconsciously, you didn't give up. Your feelings for him had never faded. If anything, they'd matured, and grown. Despite the fact that the two of you had only spent a couple of days together after (sort of) admitting your feelings, things seemed to be moving fast. But at the same time, it wasn't forced or unnatural. You'd known him for so long, it just felt like coming home.

When Minho p grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, you had to inwardly pinch yourself, so you could stay present for the moment. Even if he was your husband, who knew when that would happen again?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, surging forward to kiss him back. But he didn't stumble, or move away. Instead, he accepted your strength, his hand still lingering at your chin as he deepened the kiss, his teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

You let out a quiet sigh, pressing closer to him, a hand sliding into his hair and gripping as you opened your mouth to invite him in. His tongue brushed against yours, and reciprocated, allowing them to tangle and dance with each other. He tasted like cinnamon and vanilla, and you wanted nothing more than to sit here and devour every bit of him that he would give you.

As if he read your mind, his hands wrapped around your waist and lifted you onto his lap, all without breaking apart from you.

"You are stunning," he mumbled, his lips moving away from yours to leave a trail down your neck, causing your stomach to flip up and down and turn to goo.

You shivered against him, glancing around and seeing the cameramen whispering to one another, the cameras still rolling. For a moment, you had a foggy thought that maybe you wanted this to slow down a bit. And while you were incredibly ready - eager, even - to continue, you didn't think you were comfortable with everyone in the kingdom being privy to it.

"Minho-" you murmured against him, while unconsciously leaning closer as he moved back to your lips, kissing you over and over again. You couldn't control yourself around him, you never could. He was the one man that you'd been in love with, so how could you?

"Less talking, hmm?" He grinned teasingly, squeezing your waist, thumbs rubbing circles against your sides.

You laughed breathlessly, unable to continue with your previous train of thought. He was just too addicting. And it wasn't like you weren't enjoying yourself. You wanted this. But... no. Not on camera.

But you didn't have to rebuff Minho yourself, because one of the cameramen cleared his throat, before saying, "wrap it up you two, time to get ready for dinner."

You slid off Minho's lap, and he chuckled, keeping one hand around your waist. "What a shame." He shook his head as the two of you stood.

"Agreed." You bumped against his shoulder as everyone got back on their horses to head back to the ranch.

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You desperately needed a napkin. And no, it was not because of the delectable dinner you would most certainly be having in a few minutes. In fact, you hadn't even made it to the table yet.

It was definitely because Minho was walking towards you, looking like all your fantasies come to life. You could feel your eyes bugging out of your head, and drool collecting in your mouth as you stood in front of the restaurant, shamelessly checking him out.

He wore a sleek suit, his hair styled with just the right mix of casual and formal. He was fiddling with his tie as he approached you, a slightly nervous smile gracing his lips. Ever since you arrived at the mansion, you'd seen him uncomfortable and awkward more often than you could remember prior. You had always assumed he was unshakeable, never out of his element. In fact, that was what the Obsidian civilians loved about him: his stability. But you loved seeing him like this, imperfect, scared, like the boy you once knew.

As he stopped in front of you, he reached his arm out, offering it to you. You nestled your hand in the crook of his elbow, not-so-sneakily grabbing onto his bicep. As always, he didn't disappoint. Your cheeks warmed at the sensation of solid, corded muscle beneath the black fabric, against your skin.

"Copping a feel?" he snickered under his breath as he led you inside. "After all that staring, I would have thought you'd done all the checking out you could."

You elbowed him in the ribs. "Shut up, I bet you were checking me out too."

He didn't grace you with a response, which you took as an answer. He slid your chair out for you, before pushing it in and sitting down right next to you.

You gazed at him, confused. "Why are you sitting there?" you hissed, glancing over at Soyeon and the cameramen. It was protocol that a couple would always sit across from one another when dining, never next to or diagonally. If your parents were watching, they would definitely be having a heart attack.

Minho shrugged, throwing an arm over your shoulders carelessly. Since when had he been so rebellious? If you had done that back at home, or when you did do things like that as a kid, Minho would have passed out, or glared at you with that signature constipated look of his.

"I don't think anyone will care, do you?" he nodded at Soyeon, who just shook her head at him, as the cameramen zoomed in.

You sighed. "What the hell has gotten into you, Lee Minho?" But as judgy as you tried to sound, you didn't move away.

"I guess being married to you has started to change me," he joked. Then, subtlety moving his mic away from his mouth, he breathed against your ear, "I saw one of the cameramen staring at you. Gotta remind him what's mine, ya know?"

You squinted, studying the two cameramen closely. One was in his mid-forties, with unruly shoulder-length bleach-blond hair and a nose ring. The other was closer to your age, maybe twenty-eight or so, with dark, wavy hair and admittedly dreamy eyes. You were sure many girls had crushes on him. In fact, you thought you'd maybe heard Robin and JJ plotting a way to date one of the staff instead of the guys on the show. Maybe it was because of him.

"We've barely been together for like, two weeks," you groaned, hiding your smile behind your hand. No matter how hot he was, you had no interest in anyone but Minho, but it was fun to tease him. "You have no stake over me."

"No, you're right," Minho smiled calmly. "But we both know you've wanted me for years. So I know you'll let me be a little overprotective, won't you?"

Underneath the table, his hand slid over to grip your thigh. You immediately tensed up, gaze rocketing up to his as your cheeks warmed. What did he think he was playing at? Didn't he know they were on camera, for the public - and their family - to see? Just because they were married didn't mean people wanted to see them get dirty on tv. And just because you were a bit of a wild child didn't mean you were okay with it.

"Minho, what the hell?" you gritted out, fists clenched at your sides. Your palms were sweaty, but you couldn't help scooting closer to him. Damn, why did he have to be so irresistible?

"You want me to stop?" Minho raised his brows, thumb idly stroking your already sensitive skin.

You licked your lips, which had suddenly gone dry. "I don't want to do this in front of the cameras," you mumbled, embarrassment washing over you. Dang, when had you become the "prude" in the relationship? Maybe the more pressing question was... why he totally chill doing this on camera??

He chuckled. "I thought you were the daring one in this relationship, Princess." He squeezed your leg once more, before letting go.

"I am!" you exclaimed indignantly. "I just don't want my parents to see. I just think... it was going a bit fast, don't you? It went from us almost kissing in the kitchen to you feeling me up on camera!"

"Are you uncomfortable with me touching you?" he asked, setting his mic on the chair between the two of you so the cameramen and Soyeon couldn't see. "If you are, I'll stop. But if not..."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. "No, of course I'm not uncomfortable with it. I want you to touch me. God Minho, I've wanted you to-" you stopped short, your cheeks burning. Saying stuff like this didn't usually make you embarrassed, but for some reason, saying it to Minho made you want to burst into flames.

His lips quirked. "Want to what?"

Thankfully, you were momentarily saved from having to answer, because the server brought your food to the table. Apparently, you didn't get to pick what you would be eating, as the server just brought two plates of salmon topped with fresh mango salsa, and a side of rice, and set them down in front of the two of you. She eyed you suspiciously, seeing how close to you Minho was sitting, before turning around and wordlessly heading back to the kitchen.

"This looks nice," you commented, poking at the fish with your fork, trying to diffuse the sexual tension.

Minho tutted under his breath. "You can't get out of my question that easily. Finish your sentence."

You continued playing with your food, avoiding his eyes. "You know what I was going to say."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth." He placed a bite of rice into his mouth, and chewed slowly as he stared at you expectantly.

"Fine, I want you to-" you ripped your microphone off too, placing it in your lap before leaning over to whisper in his ear, "I want you to fuck me. In private, just the two of us, alone. Okay? How does that sound? Was that good enough for you?"

Minho gazed at you for a few seconds longer, too many moments ticking by for your comfort. You began to think he wasn't going to answer, when he finally set his fork down and grinned. "Well, then I guess you're gonna have to find a way to distract the cameramen."

"Forget those idiots, what about Soyeon?" You chanced a peek at the producer. "She's way too smart for our shenanigans. She's dealt with a bunch of other couples before, there's no way they haven't tried to bone off-camera."

"Like who?" Minho snorted. "Robin and Jisung are trying to kill each other, Mya wants to punch Jeongin in the face, and Felix and Alaska would probably do it on camera no questions asked. We're probably the first."

"Ugh, you know what I mean!" you complained, kicking him under the table.

"I'll take care of her," Wincing, Minho pushed his plate back. "In the meantime, just... spill water on their camera, or push one of those fake trees over on top of them. As you said, it's pretty easy to get them to forget their jobs. Especially when you look like... well, when you look like you. Then, meet me at the back of the restaurant. Ten minutes sharp."

You nodded reluctantly, watching as Minho pushed his chair back and stood, clipping his microphone back onto his coat pocket before announcing that he had to use the restroom, and disappearing.

Jesus, what was Minho going to do? And maybe more importantly, what were you willing to do, just to get some alone time with this man?

laska's note —
omgg... these two, i swear! should they really be tryna get freaky while they're in the middle of their first date?? is that going a little too fast, or is it okay, because they've known each other for so long? honestly kinda crazy that minho is the one who is willing to go fast, while tessa is kind of hanging back! why do you think that is? and what are the two of them gonna do just to have some fun?? i know there have been quite a few tessho date chapters, but ya know, they are the main couple, so they deserve a lot! i guess we will have to see what minho has up his sleeve, and if tessa can pull her part of the deal off too! and what about that conversation yeonjun wants to have with minho? do you think that's gonna be something really serious, or something else? i wanna hear what your thoughts are hehe...

and as a side note, sorry for taking forever with this update. (or at least it feels like forever lol). wattpad has been acting up with formatting, and i can only format stuff on my laptop??? so if you see mistakes compared to my usual format, blame wattpad. :(

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