"You scared me," Do-hee said, upon getting caught that she, in fact, did not go home.
"Did you move here?" Hae-kyung knew he was being cheeky with calling his girlfriend's bluff. It took him a great deal of self-control not to laugh upon seeing that Do-hee might have forgotten he had a doorbell camera.
"I meant to say I was just about to leave now," came Do-hee's sheepish reply.
"So she's still pretending not to care... interesting," the psychiatrist in him, thought.
"That's what I meant. I'm leaving now."
In a flash, Do-hee found herself getting pulled back into Hae-kyung's apartment. And now, she's pinned between his masculine scent and the dark-colored wall of his apartment's entryway, his equally dark eyes boring steamy holes into her senses.
"What did you do?" Hae-kyung asked. "You didn't see No-eul leaving, did you?"
"I did. Although she didn't see me." Unable to meet his gaze, Do-hee could feel her cheeks turning several shades of red especially with his right hand on her left arm, and his left hand going up from her right arm to rest itself on the wall beside her head.
Do-hee knew she was trapped. But unlike the loathsome feeling of getting trapped in an unexpected situation, this one with Hae-kyung was different. It was different from when she saw her ex, Lee Young-dong, locked in an embrace with the flight attendant she met on her flight to Jeju, or when she found an out of sorts Jae-hyuk, her first love, in her apartment.
"Why didn't you leave? Because you don't trust me?" Hae-kyung wanted to test the waters with his girlfriend, have her see just how much he needed her. By asking her this question, he knew this would provoke the defensive in Do-hee and could potentially make her look at him straight in the eye.
"No! I was about to leave but then..."
Bingo.
In that split second of the both of them meeting eye-to-eye, Do-hee could have sworn his grew darker.
"Or is it because... you didn't want to go home?" The normally sensible, patient and gentlemanly Dr. Kim Hae-kyung knew it was now or never.
The "Do-hee Effect" in his brain was so intoxicating that all he could think about were taking advantage of her full lips and awakening the same physical desire he somehow knew she had for him, all sense of bereavement and propriety due to his mother's recent death be damned. He knew he wanted to give in to his need for Do-hee. It was what he thought as the only one that could keep him afloat. And more importantly, he wanted her to give in to him.
"Well, that's not it." It was all Do-hee could give in response, especially when Hae-kyung moved much closer into her space, his handsome face inches away from hers, and his right hand grasping her left arm a little tighter.
"Do you want to stay?"
Five words were all it took as she felt his lips crush onto hers, his need transferring onto her with such force that "drowning" was an understatement. And when he urged her lips to open and let him enter, she knew she was at the point of no return.
She needed him. As much as he needed her. He wanted her. As much as she wanted him.
If their whole relationship, up to right before this very point, had been based on her emotionally pushing him away and him using his mental smarts of pulling her towards him, this time, it was a different push-and-pull. Their tongues found themselves in a duel with no goals of giving up and at the same time, with all the intention in the world of giving in, if such paradox were at all possible.
Do-hee was, by no means, inexperienced when it comes to identifying the intensity of his desire that she could now feel by her hip. She's not immune, either, to her own that was being stirred by him and of which was pooling from beneath her.
Finding out that her ex had been cheating on her for quite some time, it explained why moments like this for her were far and between, back then. And there had been times when she found herself asking if the infrequency was because she was painfully shy of her body or borderline insecure of her face.
But with Hae-kyung, she was even more shy, though it wasn't because she was the less experienced one. It was because the famous psychiatrist was every bit the man every woman desired. She, herself, saw it as one of the comments during his first live streaming show with No-eul. And when it came to a memory she could call her own, she remembered seeing his muscular arms punch their way to getting her that massive penguin, making her the subject of envy of of every woman at the outdoor restaurant that night.
The same strong arms were now making their way down her waist, as she felt the both of them move from his entryway to the kitchen counter. Once again, she was pinned between a hard surface and the hardness that was Kim Hae-kyung's body.
To Hae-kyung, Do-hee was awakening all sorts of things from within him. Seeing Jae-hyuk leave a mark on her left wrist the night they came back from camping had him enraged even if he didn't know her name. And even when he already knew her name and what was in her heart, the idea that a man from her past was making every move to win her back made him possessive.
These were feelings he had never known before. The lack of such show of emotions was what No-eul said drove her away. And he wondered why it was only with Do-hee that he had these.
With no answer for said question, all that he was certain was how the softness of her body was filling up his senses; how such belied that her mouth was challenging him, asserting itself over him.
He wanted all of her. He wanted closeness. He wanted contact. And at this point, he knew he had to get rid of everything that was between the two of them. Her phone on her right hand. Her purse she still clutched on her left. Their clothes.
At the same moment his left hand left her waist to grab her phone and put it on the counter behind her, he heard her drop her purse on the floor. And he didn't care anymore how they found themselves by his bed. All that registered in his brain was familiarizing himself with every line and every curve that formed his woman's facial features.
Making a sensual trail, it elicited a moan from her as he made his way from her now swollen lips to her jawline, upwards to just behind her ear, and then down, to her swan-like neck.
It had definitely been a long while since he was in this position of both emotional and physical attachment to a woman with whom he intended to make love. But between No-eul and Do-hee, he found himself crazier for the latter.
His' was a feeling of desire for which all the wisdom from med school could not give a textbook definition. He knew that technically, it had to be the same. After all, No-eul was his first love.
But with Do-hee, it felt different. He was in a continuous free fall - a fall full of intricate elements he knew he was willing to spend a great deal of his time identifying and owning.
Then he felt it. He felt Do-hee finally fully and boldly reciprocating as she ran her hands through his hair, pulling him further towards her, urging him on as his lips quickly left her nape to remove his blazer. And as though she could not drive him any crazier, he felt her hands on his chest as she made a move to unbutton his shirt.
To Do-hee, it was simple: This was a man her entirety desired. Though she alternated between her boldness at greedily embarking on this journey, and shyness at practically being slowly worshipped by the deity before her, one thing was certain: she ached for him.
She knew he was at his most vulnerable state. Earlier during the day, they had just come from his mother's funeral. Somewhere, at the back of her head, her mind screamed at her that what she was doing with him was highly improper at its timing.
But she couldn't close herself off to him just as when he needed her the most, could she? If by being his crutch meant throwing caution to the wind and blocking society's negative perceptions of what they were doing, she was willing to do it.
Also, her boss, Ah-young, was right: She was, by no means, an idiot. After all, she got her mom's stubbornness and pride. But the overwhelming feeling of giving in to this man's needs, and that of her own, filled every fiber of her being.
And that's when she found herself unbuttoning his shirt, matching his urgency in taking off her clothes. At this juncture, anything that remained between them was both offensive and unnecessary. Though when finally, her last item of clothing found itself tugged by its waistband and dropped on the floor, and the man responsible for such took a step back to regard her from head to toe, embarrassment slowly crept in.
Standing before her was a guy who was every inch a perfection. From his broad shoulders, muscular arms, his chiseled upper body, not to mention what stood between his thighs, the size and length of which made her involuntarily gulp for air, he was a 20 out of 10. And though she knew she was not bad at all with her flat stomach and overall slim figure, the insecurity of not having No-eul's slightly bigger breasts and toned core, ate at her, so much so she attempted to cover herself.
"No, don't," came Hae-kyung's voice as he closed, once again, the physical gap between them to gently remove the arms that attempted, but failed, to cover her body. "You're beautiful."
And to him, she truly was. She was as statuesque as she was soft and he found himself drinking in her softness as he claimed her lips, once again. Cradling her head with one hand, he then tugged at the hair tie that held her locks.
"Intoxicating" was the word that kept repeating itself in his head as the fragrance of her hair hit him. From the heavenly elixir emanating from her body to the delectable taste of her skin, he wanted everything that was named Woo Do-hee for himself.
His hands wasted no time at going from guiding her head and her back onto the bed to exploring the rest of her body. The swelling of her breasts - a sign of her arousal of which he couldn't help but mentally note - was more than enough for him to want to further explore her and pleasure her. Gently sucking one rosy peak of her breast while massaging the other, and reversing the same act, that's when he knew he couldn't get enough of her.
Feeling the softness of his bed and the coolness of its sheets on her back, Do-hee noted how it was of stark contrast to the hardness of his body on top of her and the searing heat coming from it.
Or was it from her own body? She didn't know anymore. And she didn't care.
"Touch me." Her voice surprised him.
The woman before him was a study in contrasts. Do-hee could become as pushy in her job as she could become as painfully shy in intimacy.
But now, slowly unfolding before him was the part of her he never knew he'd see right away but nevertheless knew was just waiting to be discovered. By him. As smug as it sounds, he felt she wasn't like this before with her idiot ex-boyfriends.
Their loss. His gain. And it was a gain he had become unwilling to let go, let alone imagine being ravished by someone else.
"Touch me," came Do-hee's voice, again, and this time in a pleading tone, rousing him from his reverie, pushing him to want to please her, there. And please her he did.
But he wanted to do it his way. He wanted to please her in such a way that he would have effectively erased any memory of similar moments between her and her ex-boyfriends by the time he deemed himself successful at his goal. He wanted to please her in such a way that moving forward, she would want no one else but him.
Do-hee's eyes flew open at suddenly being bereft of his touch.
"How dare him not at least touch me there?" Her fleeting thought was erased just as quickly when she felt him giving her sensual kisses from just under her breasts all the way down to her navel.
Oh.
The second she felt his breath on her, she managed to comprehend that this was his response to her request.
"Hae Kyung-ssi..."
She sounded like the lingering tones of wind chimes. And he wanted to hear more of it as he alternated between licking and sucking the small nub of flesh before him, this time eliciting mewling sounds from her.
She had become his drug and he knew he would never be able to get enough of the taste, sight and sound of her.
Briefly looking up, he saw how she, all at once, was biting her lip and arching her back. The image had him badly wanting to discover, for himself, how it would feel to have her come undone.
Leaving her aching core in hopes of catching her permission, he was caught off guard by how her eyes seemed to see right through him. And before he could process her reaction any further, she pulled him towards her, as though eager to see how she tastes on his lips.
In a sudden reversal of roles, he felt her right hand between their bodies, said hand closing around his hardness. The sensation of her firmly stroking his length had him hearing himself growling in between the kisses they were giving each other.
Somewhere in between nearly losing himself at the feel of her hand, he, once again, met her eyes. Gently removing the same hand to give her tender kisses from her fingertips to her wrist, he saw the same flash of desire he held for her mirrored in her expression. Unable to contain himself any further, he positioned himself by her entrance.
She was tight. And in as much as the sensation gave him maximum enticement, seeing signs of discomfort suddenly distorting her beautiful face brought him down to earth.
"Should I... stop?" He asked, genuine concern in his tone.
"No, don't. I want this... I want you. I'll be okay." Her words of assurance, paired with her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, were all the encouragement he needed.
He pushed. She pulled. Repeatedly. Just like how their relationship had been outside of their physical intimacy. And both of them were not having any less of that.
"Come with me, Do Hee-ssi," he whispered as he brought one of his hands to press on her clit. Seeing her starting to come undone underneath him was more than enough. There was no amount of self-control, at that moment, that would have prevented him from losing himself in everything that she was.
That night, Hae-kyung's psychology books, stacked neatly by his bed frame, saw him, for the first time in days, sleeping peacefully with Do-hee in his arms. If these books could talk, they would whisper of how neither of the two sleeping figures were the first to claim each other's entire being - heart, body and soul.
And yet, for all the wisdom the books brought upon the now famous psychiatrist, Kim Hae-kyung, none of them could 100% explain why his relationship with her was special and unique. They just simply lay there, in silence and sweet surrender, flustered over the complexity of the intimacy they had seen earlier, of which none of their pages could explain.