When she awakens from the exhaustion of her tears, she finds herself in a protective hold, his one arm snaked around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head. The gentle thrumming of his constant heartbeat setting the pace for her solitude, the tufts of his sweet breath enveloping her in a cloud of security.
She hopes he's sleeping, fearing that one day he will grow tired of her, tired of how wholeheartedly he cares for her, tired of how she constantly sees him as a beacon of hope, a lighthouse, in her dark night. She buries herself further into his neck, placing her lips on the area where his shoulder meets his neck, the slight movement causing him to hold her a little tighter. The trail of her briny tears stain his chest and she's embarrassed by her emotional outburst, but he won't have it.
Ever the observant man, he knows the torrent of emotions that rage her mind, the one that sets her heart along a dangerous course. She is one who deserves the utmost care, and he holds her like she is the finest pearl at the bottom of the sea, only opening for him. He made a promise to himself a long time ago, back when he needed to send her home safely, back when he gave her the metal band adorning her finger, back when he hadn't even thought of giving her the pleasure that he could give her now, to love her even if she couldn't love him back, even if she wasn't his to be had.
One dangerous event after another, separation after separation, the persistent current of yearning undulating unyieldingly through their beings, the constant of having each other's physical presence in their lives was new to them.
When they finally realized this, in the quiet of their Swiss bedroom, with only the ticking of the grandfather clock that aligned with the beating of their hearts, did they relent. The frivolities of courting were long gone, for they had pledged themselves to each other eternally, from the rings that never left their fingers in their years apart, to the ever-present portrait of her tear stained face that decorated his home in the North, and extending to the recorded messages that she listened to endlessly under the covers in Seoul every night, aching for his warmth.
He moves his head back to see her features, her beauty relentless even when shrouded with sadness. She wants so badly sometimes to let him go, free him from her shackles, but at the same time she longs to be selfish, and so she moves her lips so they rest on his and breathes the sweetest saranghae that he wants to wake up every morning to, her words tingling on his pouty lips long after she's done.
A small smile full of longing clears on his angular face and he returns her endearment with a gentle force. It's only then does she feel him on her thigh, threatening to press against her. He shifts his hips away, wanting to shield her from his corporeal response, afraid she would misread his intentions. But she knows him, and in that moment, she is acutely aware of their nakedness, the heat radiating from his furnace, the cool air on her back. And even still, she is safe in his arms, a security she felt nowhere else, a surety that no money or materialistic comfort could ever buy.
She stares down at him, hypnotized by his throbbing growth, and his face burns in chagrin as he attempts to divert her gaze. She is long gone, though, and with her delicate hand having a mind of its own, she makes a fist around him, soft at first, but when she hears the shiver in his breath, his sweet breath, which has become her favorite air to breathe, she gains more confidence.
She wants to pleasure him, longs to return the ecstasy he selflessly gives her. He had always refused her, believing that her innocence shouldn't be subjected to his physical gratification, but in that moment, he sees her hunger, and with reluctance, acquiesces, craving to be her willing victim. He never imagined her in that way in the North, no, he wouldn't allow his mind to stray in that direction. But once she gave herself to him, his mind would drift to her and her face when it was flushed with the bliss he gave her. He would quickly admonish himself, though, believing that the self-reproach would dampen his craving for her, but nevertheless it was futile.
With a gentle push of the shoulder that once protected her, she rolls him on his back. Her plump lips, are tentative, as they start at the angle of his jaw, then work their way down to flutter a kiss in the hollow of his throat, stopping to lick his prominent Adam's apple. She works her way down his torso, placing butterfly kisses along his numerous scars, before reaching the place she wants to worship. Her eyes widen slightly, and there's a lump in her throat. He senses it, and tries to bring her back up, his face reddened in embarrassment, never wanting her to hurt herself. But she shoos him away, with a mock hiss, her pupils darkening with lust.
Starting with a tentative stroke of her tongue, his head already presses back into the pillow, his hands wringing into the sheets below him. She slips the head into her warm cavity, her tongue flicking over the velvety skin. She was new to it, not knowing how to give him the same bliss he gave her, but he came to Switzerland to pursue his dreams, and she wanted to please him, in a way that no one had ever done. She wanted to do this for him for the rest of her days.
Taking his length into her mouth, wet and warm, his features shaking with restraint, not wanting to lose control around her, she engulfed him, watching him as he fought to stay sane. She continued her ministrations, and out came the low growl she loved to hear, the one that would only resonate within the four walls of their bedroom, and it encouraged her further.
He feels his hips reaching towards her face, gaining proximity to her flawless features, and he starts to pulsate, the twitching signaling that he would reach his euphoria. In that moment, he lunges forward, halting her progress, grabbing her, his arousal and admiration for her bursting through his hot flesh.
He brings her close to him, sitting up and placing her on his lap and while he's trying to catch his breath, she shoots him a questioning look, concerned that she wasn't able to fulfill his fantasies. But he smiles that small smile of his, the one that peers straight into her soul, jumpstarting a flurry of emotions only he can evoke, and runs a thumb over her plump bottom lip, now swollen from her sultry acts, before melding his lips to hers, melting herself into him further.
She grabs a hold of his face, her delicate fingers caressing his prominent cheekbones, the warmth of her digits sending tingles down his spine. Sweat now dampening his locks, his hair fallen on his forehead, she pushes it back slightly, reminding her of how he looked when they first met all those years ago, his boyish features still beaming with the same love and warmth that was so foreign to her before she met him. His gaze alone still leaves her breathless.
She realizes in this moment that though they love each other, eternally and unequivocally, they ultimately chose to be with one another, through better or for worse, even though there was never a promise of anything in return, they vowed to choose each other every single day, and it was by far the easiest decision they would make for the rest of their lives. The selflessness of their devotion for each other reached well beyond the 38th parallel, transcending the warring borders that separated them, and with his newfound professorship, she would be able to build a life with him, be able to dream of children, be able to grow old by his side.
Wanting to be bold in her desire, she catches him with wide eyes when she grabs his still hard length and guides it to her opening, slick with her own arousal. The union causes them to gasp audibly, the new position stretching her full and deep. She shifts ever so slightly, wrapping her legs around him, resulting in settling himself further inside her vortex.
The heated wetness of her cavern enveloping him fully, clenching around him causes him to groan, the vibrations coursing through her body, titillating the nerves on her skin. With a roll of her hips, she starts to move, the undulating pattern of her pelvis rocking into his like fluid waves through the ocean. She brings his hands to her breasts, his large scorching palms cupping the mounds with fevered reverence, squeezing them slightly causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. He tweaks her nipple, his calloused thumb brushing over the pebbled peaks, before bringing his lips to capture one in his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around the smooth skin. As she rocks against him, her fingers find a way to the short strands at the back of his head, pulling them slightly.
He works his way up her chest, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, smelling the lingering scent of her lavender perfume and she feels his damp forehead as she pulls him closer into her embrace. The position so intimate, so loving, she wants to hold him like this, the same way he holds her heart. Not wanting her to tire herself out, his hands travel down to her bottom, steadying her, like the anchor he is in her life, and he starts to thrust into her, her quiet man panting with his punctuated grunts filling her ears.
She wills him to look at her, the delicious friction of their lust causing tears to gleam his eyes, the sheer love and adoration he has for her coursing through his movements. His love for her so evident, so pure, he would've fought any demarcation line to find a way back to her. He hoped and prayed desperately during their time apart, her name becoming a prayer in his nights alone, her smile haunting his every step in the North. When the opportunity came to apply for this position in his old university, he couldn't give it up, wouldn't, because it was a chance to live in bliss in their own personal bubble, with the woman who set fire to his soul.
She's close, oh so close, to reaching her pinnacle, the clenching of her viscous walls around him, and he guides that same calloused thumb over her secret pearl, drawing tight circles around it, watching her face contort in the lascivious pleasure he gives her. And with her teeth caught between her plump lips, her eyes screwed shut, she arches her back and crashes, like waves hitting the rocky shores, the sheer turbulence setting him off for his similar rapture, and he spurts inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
The room goes quiet, the thumping of their rapid heartbeats along with the gasps for air, the only sound heard around them. She kisses him, soft and gentle, her swollen lips taking time to taste his mouth, the intoxicating taste that's meant only for her and she climbs off him, her legs feeling like jelly after their carnal activities. Her face, which was full of guilt, now clears, their sensuous union reminding her that their love for each other is undying, their devotion for each other everlasting. And he sees it, elated that she finally accepts that they are each other's promised halves, that without each other, they would be lost at sea, forever yearning to find shore.
This time she gathers him in her arms, cradling his angular face against the plump cushioning of her breast. She runs her fingers through the short strands of his silky black hair, and he hums in approval against her, feeling his soft smile appear against her skin, as he finally finds slumber against her steadying heartbeat. When his breathing reaches a constant rhythm, she drifts to dreamland holding him, reveling in the crest of hope their love provides.