"Should we work on your bedroom?" Asked Eun Soo. She was sitting on the downstairs sofa, with Choi Young laying his head on her lap, and stretched out on the soft cushions, resting. He inquired lazily why and she reminded him that it was his idea to eliminate an extra bedroom and turn his room into the office or a guest room. Her fingers running through his hair, his eyes closing with pleasure, they were both relaxed and content.

"When?" his mouth almost did not move, and she ran her finger along the full red lips slightly opened, pleased with the softness at her fingertips.

"I can start, if you want to sleep. I am getting bored being idle. I think we should start with the closet, clear it out, see what you need to keep and transfer it to our bedroom, and what you don't need either take back to the city or donate."

"Sounds like a good plan," he turned without much enthusiasm and let out a sigh of disappointment, " I was hoping to take a long nap here, but you are right."

. . .

They were focused, both working, having divided the closet into two parts, with Choi Young working on upper level and Eun Soo on the lower one and the drawers. They had bags and a couple of suitcases prepared. And looking attentively at the items, Eun Soo sorted them into different piles first, so that it was easy to unpack them, while Choi Young took all the clothes of the hangers, wrapping them around his forearm and after he had a substantial pile, he put them carefully in a suitcase.

It was nice to work in silence next to each other, having a joint task they had to accomplish. Periodically, they would turn to each other and ask to hold something or help. Soon they found themselves in a completely empty closet, both with hands empty and staring at each other, it was awkward somehow and they laughed nervously.

There was something sexual about the naked space, with the dresser's drawers slightly pulled out, Eun Soo leaning against it, turned to him.

Choi Young was holding with one hand onto the long pole extending the whole length of the closet, devoid of hangers; his body leaning toward her, towering above, slightly swaying forward; his face smiling, eyes starting to have the look he usually got when he wanted her.

Right before he would do something, Choi Young's eyes would turn into liquid desire, as if moans and kisses had already imprinted in him, what he wanted and how he wanted it, written in the circles of his irises and all Eun Soo needed to do is to read his eyes and be open and ready to accept him in her heart. He would see how her body responded with subtle moves, such as a turn of the neck and change of breath, her lips opening and her eyes getting moist, and then he would get closer and taste her lips, gently cradling her head, while taking in as much as he could, while giving as much as he could, these first kisses before they would get into anything else, were always so amazingly passionate and heart stopping, she would be pulled toward him, her arms tight around his neck, on tip toes, wanting more and more, closer and closer till they both would become too dizzy and practically fainting begin undressing each other, as if afterthought, still lost in a moist and heated kiss.

He lifted her easily up on the dresser and she stared at him, expecting what were to come next; she slightly trembled in nervousness, but anticipation of something sensual and exciting, made her close the eyes and tilt her head back, giving a sign to Choi Young that she was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her. From the very first time they made love, she trusted him unconditionally with her body. Not even once he disappointed her or made her worry. He was a gentle lover, with passionate undercurrent. He truly enjoyed bringing her to the heights of satisfaction, giving him pleasure magnified by hundreds just by seeing Eun Soo's reaction.

He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, his body hard and ready to enter her. He touched Eun Soo's calves, and his fingers trailed up to the knees and further up the thighs, spreading her legs, she leaned more backwards, placing her hands on the sides of the cabinet for support. He chuckled at how much she wanted him so freely and so honestly, nothing made him happier than to know her deep need for him. The skirt of her dress was easy to lift and his hand found her underwear, already soaked with her juice, he glided his fingers underneath the damp thin fabric, finding her folds and opening them, and inserting one of his fingers inside, caressing her from within, while another was placed on top and moving as well. Her hands lifted up toward him, seeking him closer, as her mouth exhaled moans of joy at his touch. He placed himself in her hand and she grasped it readily, stroking, having him groan loudly. His free hand moved to unbutton the top of her dress and he was granted the taste of her hardened sensitive breast on his lips. "Eun Soo-ya," he whispered, "condoms?"

"I don't care, just do something," she mumbled, already dying to have him inside.

Pulling away from her was painful and he knew that it would disappoint her. "I'll just be careful."

"Sure."

He has only done it once ever since he asked her for this gift during their first time. He was a lot more knowledgeable now about how to control himself and hoped that he could last long enough for her to climax.

Lifting her by the knees, he moved toward her and she pointed him with her hand, her fingers letting him go with a soft sigh. He entered slowly, pushing through the soft folds and deeper forward till he was completely engulfed by her. His hips moved back and forward in a series of dynamic thrusts and he tried to hold her close to his bare chest to feel her skin against hers. Their foreheads touching, breathing into each other the intensity of the connection taking over them, they were now kissing so hungrily and biting so hard, both grunting and groaning. She clasped his buttocks, pushing him in, rocking to his rhythm. "Eun-Soo-ya, darling… I need to stop, I can't any more," he pressed his hot lips against her ear, licking and biting it as he spoke.

"Don't."

Confused he opened his eyes and pulled back to look at her. "I need to pull out now," he said now more clearly, biting his lips and forcing himself to stop for a second, feeling her hips pressing him in.

"Please, I don't care. I want this."

"But… Are you sure? Really?"

"I am. I love you so much," she said under the breath, gasping and getting ready to accept him.

"I love you, too," he said now letting himself go all the way, moving so powerfully she screamed and clawed into his back. As he released himself, he felt his liquid pouring and spreading, filling the woman he loved so much for so many years. This never before known sensation was like nothing else. It felt like he finally claimed her for himself forever and she could never be taken by anybody else after she had his mark inside of her. The heat wave bumped her from within, flowing and making her smile. It was so unbelievably good and exciting and, furthermore, it felt so right and so hopeful. She felt so hopeful for them and for their future. A thought of a baby looking like him entered her dazed mind, and she smiled whispering into his ear, "Thank you."

They were incredibly tight to each other. In his arms she was content and not wanting to move she gently lowered his head and kissing the top of it, embraced him.

"Choi Young, I want to have a baby with you," she said unexpectedly.

"A baby? Now?" He lifted his face, his almond eyes full of love, not questioning the idea, but rather adjusting his own expectations.

"Soon. I don't want to wait too long. It will get harder with age. I don't want it to become a problem."

"Of course, you don't… Wow," he exhaled. "We've never really talked about the future." He hugged her even tighter, not willing to withdraw from her. "It would be nice if you got pregnant today, Imja," he caressed her ear with his velvet voice. "A baby," he repeated, still trying to wrap his mind around the thought. "A baby," a smile shined on his face. There was nothing more hopeful or life affirming than creating a life together with the woman he loved.

"Should we get married first?" he wondered out loud. She smiled and nodded. They held the embrace as long as possible and then he helped her down the dresser and picked her up in his arms, taking her to bed.

"Young-ah, is not it enough?"

"I'm not going to do anything, I just want to cuddle," they slipped out of their clothes and he molded to her from the back, holding onto her stomach and kissing her naked shoulder and neck. "Do you want to sleep a little?"

"Sure." Her eyes closed as she felt finally fulfilled in a way that she has never experienced before. His essence inside completed her, she now felt whole.

She woke up from a rustling noise. She looked around and saw Choi Young standing by the desk holding something in his hand; he was dressed and fully awake.

"What are you doing there?"

He came up, handing her the clothes and helping her get dressed.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"No, just don't want to talk to you in bed. I would not be able to think. Please, Imja, cover yourself." She liked how helpless he became in front of her nudity, even now, he worshiped her body and craved her, even now he struggled with control, after hours and hours of lovemaking, he still wanted her.

He took her downstairs and she gasped: the room changed into a magical place. The air glowed beautifully with the golden light cast by many tea lights, dotting every surface and highlighting a path from the stairs and toward the sofa. The fireplace was crackling softly and blue flames licked at the logs slowly. The curtains were pulled back, showing the rain hammering the grounds, yet the only sound that wrapped around them was soft jazz music.

"Choi Young?" She looked at him confused. "Why all of a sudden?"

"Why not? Why can't I have a romantic dinner with my girlfriend?" He smiled at her with encouragement, but there was something off about the air around him. His hand was clammy, not dry and warm as usual and he was biting his lip vigorously, glancing at her nervously. Eun Soo was apprehensive. Does he have to share some bad news with her? Why had he done all this?

"We don't have any gourmet food, but it's not the food, but the company that makes the dinner special, right?" He explained anxiously.

"Young-ah," she stopped him. "Something is wrong, right? Tell me now, I'm going to die from worrying."

"No, no," his reassuring smile came back and he hugged her. "Imja, I'm going to bring the food, just seat down comfortably."

"Alright." She said softly, and turned to see the warm throw that was supposed to be in their room, laid out on the sofa, waiting to envelope them both. On a coffee table there was s bottle of honey water and left over wine with two glasses. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"I hope you like dinner," he spoke carrying a tray with a simple copper pot, steam coming from underneath the lid.

"Honey water? Seriously?"

"I think it is much less problematic than wine, but for the occasion..." he stopped himself.

"Oh, what's the occasion?"

"Just us, celebrating things."

"Things?" Why was he being so cryptic? Of course, Choi Young was a romantic at heart and there was nothing that unusual about him spoiling her with dinner after they've been together, but...

"You are guessing, aren't you?" he flicked her lightly on the nose. "Don't Imja. Not everything has a reason."

"Yes, sir." She saluted him, smirking. She was overthinking this, was not she?

"Ramen," he announced proudly, like he was a waiter at a fancy French restaurant.

That was the last drop, she couldn't hold her laughter.

"Laugh, go ahead. Now you know why I had to compensate for the lack of originality in food with the set up. Just think you are in a very chic restaurant."

"It feels like a chic restaurant! I have pasta, I have candles, and a fireplace, and I have some wine. When that is all done with, I will take some honey water for desert."

He encouraged her to eat, and dug into the pot first. There was a soft silence, in which she ate the perfectly done ramen, and stole glances towards him, noticing how tense he was.

"It's nice to just… lounge around right? We haven't done it in a while."

"Yeah, I know." He paused and coughed uncomfortably, before slurping another portion of the thin steamy noodles.

She ate some more and finally set her chopsticks down. The air was suddenly very tense, and he wouldn't look up at her. And then she realized what this was about. It was about closet sex. When she blurted out she wanted to have his child. He seemed so happy about it then. He even said they should marry. He couldn't be regretting it, right? But no matter how special he is, he is still very young and a man. They just got over this big misunderstanding and got back together. Of course, he would say anything in the heat of the moment. He was probably getting the nerve to tell her to get a morning-after-pill. "Young-ah…?"

"Yes?"

"Is everything alright?"

Choi Young stopped eating, and set the chopstick down, slowly. "Truth is, Imja, I've been thinking about this afternoon." He briefly glanced down to his plate and lowered his hands on his lap.

Eun Soo's eyes widened and she felt anxiety in her chest. She looked at him intently, waiting for him to tell her that they made a mistake and that she should have been smarter than him, a man, and that she was supposed to be the one with cool head...

"Choi Young, you don't have to say it. I get it." She hung her head and a few tears formed in her eyes. "I'm sorry about it. I will fix it, I promise. You don't have to worry."

He seemed quite confused. "What are you talking about it? Sorry about what? Imja, I don't know what you are thinking, but you've done nothing wrong. On the contrary. You said something today that I did not think you... What I'm saying..." He seemed to struggle for words, instead he swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Then, what is it? You are nervous and tense and I thought I upset you."

"No, I'm too happy all of a sudden. I have you back and I just can't imagine any reason to ever let you go. I don't want any more misunderstandings or confusion. I don't want anybody ever getting between us. I have wanted this for a long time, but I realized today that time has been playing tricks on us, so I'm going to take direct approach."

"Yoo Eun Soo," he said, lowering on one knee in front of her, while pulling something out of his pocket.

She blinked and gasped, covering her mouth.

"I know you deserve a ring with a huge diamond, but that's all I had with me. I've been keeping it here since the first time we came to this cabin. These are just couple rings..."

"Just say it!" Eun Soo could not wait any longer. He was on one knee, his hair messy, his t-shirt askew, nervous as hell, sexy as hell and barefoot. Her Choi Young was proposing and awkwardly enough to drive her crazy.

"Will you be my wife?" He asked and his voice shook as his eyes glistened. "Marry me, Eun Soo-ya?" He looked into her eyes and smiled with a hopeful expectation.

She could only nod and then nod some more and then wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him so much he laughed and pulled away.

"I assume it's a 'yes', then?" He laughed softly.

"For now, but you owe me a huge diamond." She pouted as much as she could, fighting against a huge grin underneath.

"Yes, Mrs. Choi."

"No way. I'm not changing my name!"

"But you just agreed."

"Not to change my name, to accept you with all your faults as my husband. I'm generous like that..."

He managed to shut her up by lifting her in his arms and carrying her upstairs and into the bed, only to be sent back and grab glasses with wine and honey water. How did he manage to bring them all up without breaking any?