Fairy Tale

Chapter 27: The Attack

*Could be triggering*

Monday was coming too fast. Saturday and Sunday were two of the best days of her life. Saturday evening after his practice and Emily came back from the gym and studying at Sonya's, Minho took her for bacon cheeseburgers. They sat in his truck in the burger parking lot blasting music and laughing at each other.

Sunday was quiet and lazy. They studied and ate snacks. He would look up at her and just watch her, once Emily noticed the attention she would glance up. He smirked and gave her a quick kiss; on her nose or forehead, cheeks or lips. Just one quick peek, but she would blush every time and he would smirk.

He did it for the sixth time, Minho pulled away only for Emily to grab his t shirt and pulled him towards her. His eyes went wide in surprise. She pulled him a little too hard and he knocked his laptop over. He tried to keep it from hitting the floor. He cried out when he tried to stop his forward moment and kept his computer from falling off the bed. Emily shrieked, she fell backwards, but she still had a tight grip on Minho's shirt.

They both toppled off the bed with yelps. Emily landed on her back with an omph. Minho landed over top of her, his arms on either side of her head. His face only inches from hers. Everything stilled. Their breathes mingled together. Minho's chest was heaving, and a heat rose up her chest and neck, making her skin red and splotchy. Her breathing stopped. She was very very aware of all points of body contact.

His eyes bore into hers. She was frozen, she couldn't move. She couldn't look away.

"Hi Princess." He whispered.

"Hi." She breathed.

Her hands still had fists of his t shirt. She slowly released her hands, keeping her hands flat on his chest. Ever so slowly he bent his arms, flexing every muscle. Emily felt his chest muscles tense and flex. His eyes flicked down to her lips. Her hands slid around to his back. Emily pulled him closer, closing the distance. He hovered over her, all his muscles working, his arms shaking slightly.

Emily felt fireworks everywhere inside her.

He shifted and lowered himself down so he was slightly beside her, leaning on his elbow. He pulled her closer. He kissed her harder than he had before. Emily let out a small gasp. When she did, Minho slipped his tongue into her slightly opened mouth. A small moan escaped her. His muscles tensed, the hand on her back put more pressure, pulling her closer. She melted into him. Her hands tightened on the back of his t shirt.

Emily had no idea what she was doing, she was just following his lead. He had the ability to be intense yet gentle. He was confident in what he was doing, yet just as nervous and unsure as she felt. He lay mostly on top of her, but kept most of his body weight off her.

He pulled away enough to breath, but she pulled him back. He set a fire in her chest and it burnt through her body. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, and the back of his neck into his hair. She felt a rumbling growl vibrating in his chest.

There was a knock on the door.

"Everything okay? We heard a thud." Mama Lee called.

Minho ripped away, both of them surprised by the interruption. Minho popped his head up over the bed.

"Yep! Everything's fine! My hoodie hit the floor." His voice was rough, and he was breathing heavily.

"You're not wearing a hoodie!" Emily whispered. He clamped a hand over her mouth.

There was a pause.

Emily licked the palm of his hand. And he yelped pulling his hand away. And wiped it in her shirt.