Clickbait Wannabe: Myung-joo is frustrated. What does a girl have to do to get some sugar?
This fic is set in Ep 9 after Myung-joo tells Shi-jin to throw the pebble at Dae-young. (This is slightly racy, in case you’re underaged. But only very minutely so. Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the characters, plot or anything else associated with Descendants of the Sun.
Myung-joo flounced off, kicking pebbles in the path.
Idiot! Moron! Thick-headed lunk!
She headed up the hillock behind her quarters. It was like the others, scattered with ruins from an earlier age, but in the evening, its unblocked position meant there would be a soothing breeze. She definitely needed to cool down after being annoyed by the idiot lunk.
Messages crackled over the walkie talkie as she climbed. She was used to filtering the noise, giving it enough attention to know if she was needed and of course, to hear his voice on the wire. The climb wasn’t hard, not for a general’s daughter who had grown up fighting with, and winning against other army kids on camping trips. In no time, she reached the top.
Daytime was humid in Urk, but somehow the nights tended to be cooler. She took in deep breaths of the crisp evening air, and felt her annoyance dissipate. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know his idea of romance didn’t quite fit the regular mould, but still, it was highly unsatisfying for him to leave her hanging like that. Wasn’t getting cockblocked only for the males of the species?
She leaned against the remnant of a doorway and gazed at the stars. There might have been a girl in the past who leaned as she was, waiting for her lover’s return. Or maybe it could have been a strapping young man pining for his lady love. Myung-joo amused herself with such thoughts.
She whirled around, only to find herself blocked by a familiar sturdy chest. She stepped to the side, and yet again, his gentle but firm hold of her arm prevented her escape. Even after these years, her heart still skipped a beat at his touch. She cursed herself for this vulnerability.
“Go and do your roll call with the others,” she sulked. Only one thing could lift her from her petulance, and he wasn’t doing it. At. All. His eyes were twinkling with mischief, and the curl of a smile played at the corner of his lips… His lips. She bit down on her lower lip. This – this taunting was too much. She was gonna sleep – no – lose.
Myung-joo turned to leave.
He pushed her back against the wall and slammed his palms on it, pinning her on both sides.
Her eyes widened and she gave an involuntary gasp. This was the legendary kabedon! How did he…
Her pulse quickened.
He leaned closer, and breathed huskily into her ear, “You know roll call’s done.”
She shivered, spine tingling with a delicious chill that had nothing to do with the breeze, and everything to do with unspoken promises. Damn his sexiness. He wasn’t even touching her, and she felt herself getting …
He lightly nibbled the edge of her ear, slowly, leisurely, from the tip to the lobe. His thumb grazed her jawline while flicks from his tongue followed the curve of her neck.
She let out a moan of pleasure, only to find his mouth crushing hers, his tongue caressing and searching. His hands, oh, his hands… They were where they should have been an hour ago. How she’d missed this. She pulled his body to hers. Heat emanated from her core, and it was calling out to join his. She pressed her body closer to his and ran her fingers through his hair, down his back, down his…
“Beauty to Fox, over. Fox is needed at the MediCube. Over.”
Myung-joo heaved a sigh and pouted. She wasn’t ever going to catch a break, was she?
“Not my fault this time, Lieutenant,” Dae-young grinned at her as he gave her one last kiss and lifted his body off hers. “Next time, you gotta block off your schedule first. I’ll make sure to clear mine for you.”
“I’m holding you to your word, Sergeant-Major.”