Louder than Bombs | KNJ

At Rest

As Namjoon took his own shower, he could not get the image of a wet steamy naked Lara in his bathroom out of his head.

She was here, she was in the suite he'd built with the two of them in mind, but this wasn't anything at all like he'd wanted it to be when she first arrived. For years now, one of his favorite things to envision in those few and far between quiet moments was how Lara would react to the Tower. To their suite.

To seeing him again.

He hadn't ever thought it would be over guns and bloodshed. And he was ridiculously proud of both Bangtan and his Lara at how the evening had played out.

Namjoon had checked in with Jin and Hoseok after he'd gotten Lara into the shower, using the inhouse phone to dial down to the clinic suite and getting the update.

Mikhail Petrov was fine, the bleeding had slowed. Now to wait for potential infection or fever, but for now he was resting comfortably. Hoseok and Paige were headed up to make sure Blair and Yoongi weren't destroying the kitchen, they'd brought Ava and Taehyung with them as well.

Namjoon didn't envy the task his Seokjinhyung had given himself for the evening in keeping an eye on Ginny, but hoped that they could contain any fallout from that for at least another hour.

Namjoon sped through his normal shower routine and wrapped himself in a towel, then realized that while he'd grabbed clothes for Lara, he must have left his own clothes with them in the other bathroom, because they weren't in the pile of things he'd brought into this bathroom.

Sighing a little, he walked back through the apartment and down the hallway into his own bedroom. He walked towards the closet he had built into the back wall and then realized there was something on his bed.

No someone.

He turned more fully to see Lara, wrapped in his robe, sitting in the middle of his bed, watching the traffic lights. She glanced over to where he stood in just his towel and smiled hugely, before she patted the bed next to her.

Namjoon didn't think he'd ever moved so quickly. Dropping everything he brought with him from the other bathroom into an armchair, he crossed the room in seconds. Then stood at the edge of the bed awkwardly. There was no way he could get into bed without flashing Lara.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Lara surprised him.

Turning towards him, she crawled across the bed, the towel in her hair, she tugged off and threw on the floor at Namjoon's feet, before she reached the edge of the bed and climbed up onto her knees.

She reached for him with both arms and Namjoon instinctively supported her as she leaned towards him.

"I borrowed a toothbrush I found under the sink," she whispered, and he smiled a little. Then she brought her arms up around his neck and tugged him down a bit more.

Lara leaned into Namjoon fully and brought her lips against his. Once, twice. Ever so softly, moving into the pattern of tasting this man that she remembered from so long ago.

For a moment he didn't react at all, then his mouth descended onto hers and it was the kiss Lara had missed for ages. She could feel the pressure of Namjoon's lips against hers and she opened her mouth to gasp in some much-needed air. Instead of air, Namjoon's questing tongue began to taste her lips, then the inside of her mouth. Tentatively, she returned the favor. Encouraged, he began to move forward until he was kneeling on the edge of the bed with her.

His lips tore away from hers as he began to press kisses against the side of her cheek, and down her neck. When he encountered the edges of the robe, he moved back up and worked his magic on the other side of her neck, until Lara was extremely hot and bothered.