Fairy Tale

Chapter 49: Better than a Picture

🌶️🔥 spicy kissy scene 🔥🌶️
~This whole chapter is one giant hot tamale. Your welcome ~
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Emily and Minho stood at the end of the driveway waving their friends off. It was almost 2 in the morning. Emily's feet hurt, her hair was slowly coming undone, and she was ready to take the dress off, but she absolutely loved it. Despite all the weirdness with her step mother and sister, it had been an amazing night. She had a lot of fun. She felt beautiful, she had a slight confidence boost. The dress, maybe, brought out her confidence and her girly side. Or maybe it was a Christmas miracle.

Emily shivered slightly.

"Cold?" Minho asked, sliding an arm around her.

"A little. This dress doesn't exactly cover much."

"Hmmm." He hummed, a slight smirk on his face. "It's very pretty on you."

"I'm ready for pj's though. Come on super star."

Emily turned and held handfuls of her dress and walked back up the driveway. Minho caught up and opened the door for her.

"My princess." He swept his arm wide.

Emily giggled at his antics and rolled her eyes affectionately at him, Emily stepped into the house, Minho closed the door behind him. She placed her hand bag on the table by the front door. Minho tossed his suit jacket onto the table as well. Emily went to bend down to undo her shoes, but Minho had already knelt down and pulled her foot into his knee. He slowly pulled her dress up so he could get to her foot. He slowly undid the buckle around her ankle and slipped her foot out and gently placed it on the floor.

"Other one." He demanded quietly.

He glanced up at Emily, who was leaning against the wall, her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Minho's eyes looked darker, but he was being slow and gentle. His dark eyes kept her brown eyes lock onto his. She felt stuck and drawn into them. His hand gently ran up the back of her calf. Her stomach exploded with a million butterflies.  Emily flattened her hands against the wall, just to keep herself from melting into the floor. He held her eye contact for a second longer before they flicked down to her heel. He unbuckled the strap. Gentle tugging the shoe off, he turned his head and gently brushed his warm lips against the inside of her knee.

Emily sucked in a sharp breath and then her  lungs forgot to work when he placed his lips a bit more firmly slightly higher. He gently placed her foot onto the floor, making her dress pool around her bare feet, now it being too long without the heels. His head tipped up and Emily locked eyes with him again. Her red lips were parted slightly, her chest still rising. She felt warm. Minho placed his hands by her hips and slowly slid them higher, over her hips to her waist, and then back down to her hips. He pressed her lips against her skin that showed in the peek a boo on her sternum. A small breathy gasp escaped Emily. Minho's hands found the cut outs in her dress on her back, his hands were warm against her skin.

"Minho..." Her voice was hardly a whisper.

He slowly stood up, his body pressed into hers. He was now looking down at her, Emily tipped her head up.

"Emily...I still really really want to kiss you." His voice was deep and rough.

"What are you waiting for then?" She asked

He rubbed his nose against hers, his lips tickled her skin when he spoke, his breath was warm on her neck, her skin broke out in goosebumps and she shivered.

"Your permission." He paused, Emily felt his heart slamming in his chest, when she laid her hands on his chest. "Because...if I start...I don't know if I'll be able to stop."