Author's Note:    This chapter is one of those NSFW chapters.  (It wasn't planned out to be that way, but between Daisy and our beloved bunny...well sparks kind happened...)

I groan as I register that once again it is the beginning of a new week and the morning sunlight is peeking in through my windows. I'm sincerely starting to consider actually using the heavy duty black out drapes they purchased for me. There is only one reason I am so tired this morning making me consider shutting myself from the world outside my window, and that has everything to do with my current bedside companion.

I smile to myself, because honestly I don't know if I have ever seen him this relaxed before. He's stretched out on his stomach and I can't help but admire the wide terrain of his tawny back muscles. I grin and lean down to place equally measured small kisses to his spine. I almost frown at myself when he starts to shift in response to my loving administrations. He really does work too hard, and I really should have just let him sleep more.

Because my thoughts have changed I decide that instead of peppering his back with kisses I should instead give him a back massage. He grinds his face into the soft pillow and groans. "Damn, Baby. How come I always forget how magical your hands are?" He pauses for a second, and I know he is reconsidering his words. "Don't get me wrong. I love being reminded this way."

I can't help but chuckle in response to that. "I shouldn't have woken you up, Joonie. I kind of regretted it, so I decided to pamper you a bit before going down to start breakfast."

"Mmm. Never apologize for waking me up like that." He pushes my hands away so he can turn over and look me in the eye. "I thought I was reliving last night over again."

I shake my head at him. "You're incorrigible." I clamp my thighs together as if that action will keep me from mentally revisiting how he made slow sweet love to me last night.

Each deep thrust inside me was equally measured, and yet despite how he treated me like I was made of porcelain I still felt twinges inside me that reminded me of how thoroughly well he loved me. If it had been Namjoon's day off I would have probably lingered longer with him in bed and explored his body all over again. But instead I mentally grumble to myself how it wouldn't be right to start Jk's day that way. So, I kiss him soundly before pulling away to get up.

Of course, he isn't really willing to let me go. But all I have to do is give him a look that's tinged with regret and shake my head no at him. He immediately understands and sits up in bed himself, taking his own first step to get up for the day.

After the others leave for the day I turn back toward Jk. "So, what should we do today?"

"At some point we should focus on your laps in the pool. But first I think you mentioned something about video games?" He arches an eyebrow at me expectantly.

I shrug. "I mean I did, but I am not 100% positive if we would like the same games or not. I don't really like first person shooters or MOBA style games."

"Hmm, what about Mario Kart or Mario Party?"

I grin at him. "Truth be told, I kind of suck at racing games, but I still enjoy playing them. It's been years since I played Mario Party."

I have to admit to occasionally watching gamers stream their gameplay on Twitch, and I have never ever seen any of those gamers play the way Jk does. He has this quiet laser focused intensity about him that is rather shocking. I want to almost say it is the polar opposite of his silly bunny side, but no I think the polar opposite would be his stage performance side. That makes me realize how multifaceted my bunny truly is. I also realize just like he is having difficulty completely figuring me out; I will probably never be able to fully figure him out either. Looks like our life together is going to forever be full of surprises.

I groan in defeat when my cartoon self crosses the finish line and comes in fifth again. "I told you I wasn't very good at the racing games."

He grins his bunny grin at me. "No but you did get a couple of good turtle shells thrown my way."

I stick my tongue out at him. "You still won!"

"I mean I did want to be a pro gamer if I hadn't become an Idol." I roll my eyes at that statement. He pretends to ignore my reaction by checking the time on his phone, but the poorly veiled grin doesn't fool me a single bit.

"Perhaps we should take a break and help with lunch." That statement has me looking at my own phone and immediately nodding my head in agreement. "Afterward though I vote a game of Mario Party."

I'm quite thankful that I redeem myself at Mario Party. I want to say that perhaps my strength at board games carried over to the video game world in this instance, but I can't be certain that's the case. I honestly think I just was lucky to keep getting really good rolls, and I am surprisingly catching onto the minigames rather quickly. I'm pleased that I beat him by a couple of stars when it comes to the end of the game, but it's the secret stars that honestly make me nervous. Because if he were to get all three of them he will beat me again. Luckily he only ends up with one secret star which means I win the game by one star.

"That was a really close game." I nod my head in agreement. "Time for your laps in the pool?"

I sigh. "Only if you promise not to make it a race."

He shrugs. "I can promise to try."

I roll my eyes at him, but know that promise from him is as good as I am going to get.

After my five laps back and forth the length of the pool are done I drape myself over the side and pant out deep exhales as if the action will help me regain my breath and ease the pressure on my chest. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I sometimes just can't help my competitive nature."

I want to reply and say it's okay, but honestly I don't even have the breath available to do that right now. Instead I continue replenishing my oxygen and looking him in the eyes and nodding. I can only hope that he can see that I am honestly not mad at him.

He sighs and pulls me away from the side of the pool. He turns me in his arms so I am completely draped over his body. "Let's get you to shallower water. I think I will feel better if your head is above water when your feet touch the bottom of the pool."

I want to giggle at his overprotectiveness, but I just can't quite manage to do so yet. Instead I trace nonsensical patterns on his back, trying to reassure him with physical touch.

I become even more of a limp noodle when he settles my back flush against the side of the pool. "I really should stop trying to push you so hard."

It takes effort but I manage to pull my head off of his shoulder and look directly at him. His face is tilted downward and there is a deep seated frown situated on his face. I lift his chin to get him to look at me. "Stop feeling guilty, Bunny. You aren't shouldering the entire blame, and I'm not mad. I need to own up to my own limits also. I shouldn't have pushed myself to try to keep up with you."

"And I should have slowed down to keep pace with you." He frowns.

I shrug my shoulders. "So, that makes us both equally guilty." I tug his face closer to mine to look him straight in the eyes. "Stop blaming yourself." Then I kiss him lightly on the lips.

When I go to pull away from the soft peck he pulls me back to his lips. Showing me how quickly his mood can change by the amplified hunger of his kisses. I can't help but groan against his lips when I feel his growing excitement grinding against my core. He pulls away from me and this time I'm not the only one panting. "You are just too beautiful, Sweetheart. Too tempting. I want you all the fucking time."

"Mmm." I look at his lips. Hungry to have them back on my own. Then I glance in the direction of the glass door that separates the kitchen space from us. I can tell Jk is already eager to have me, but I am personally not willing to risk any of the staff members catching sight of us in a compromising situation. I indicate my head toward the pool house, and he nods immediately understanding what I am trying to convey.

Once we are behind closed doors it seems like in the blink of an eye our swimwear is pooled on the tiled floor, and I'm being dragged further into the pool house. Jk corrals me into the locker room sized shower. He turns on the faucet connected to the closest showerhead and once he deems the water coming out to be a suitable temperature he chauffeurs me under the spray.

For a moment we simply latch our arms around each other, keeping barely any space between the two us. We both take deep open-mouthed synchronized breaths as if that action will combat and control the need that is already overwhelming us. In the next moment despite the water sluicing all over our bodies he tilts my head back and takes my mouth once again with his own. I whimper at the barest of touches, and he takes that as a sign to immediately deepen the kiss.

My fingers twist and tangle into his locks of inky midnight hair in some hope to anchor him to me. In an echo of my own growing desire to encourage the heated kisses to continue he grapples his arms around me tightly. The pads of his fingers digging enthusiastically into my back.

Between heated open mouth kisses he pants out. "Fuck! I want you so much, Sweetheart! I need inside you, and I am not sure I can wait."

I pull away and look into his eyes. Telling him without saying a word that if what he needs is to cum hard and quick I don't have a problem with that. At first, I don't know if I conveyed those thoughts properly or not, but when he turns me around and has me bent in half I get a new trickle of excitement jump across my spine. When he takes charge like this it is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.

"Put your hands flat against the wall, Sweetheart." I do as he asks, only briefly for a moment concerned that they might slide down the slick surface rather than stay adhered in position.

I feel him align himself with me, and I can't help but move my hips back to accept him with that first thrust. We both groan out our immediate pleasure in unison. His large hands cup my breasts, teasing the budding nipples and anchoring my body to his. He leans down and noses my hair aside to plant a smattering of kisses against my neck.

He adjusts his angle, and I cry out when he reaches that part inside of me that makes me see stars with each passing movement. "Fuck. You feel so good, Sweetheart."

His right hand climbs up my chest and we both cry out as the pads of his fingers lightly trace over the edge of Euphoria. His movements pick up their rhythm and he coaxes us both higher and higher to our release. I'm practically on my tiptoes now, but I know he would never let me fall. His left hand skirts down to my hip and he pulls me back on him anchoring our bodies tighter than before. I reach my peak rapidly after that, it practically blindsides me. The noise coming from my throat part whimper and part groan of complete satisfaction. His completion echoes my own within only the matter of seconds. He grunts in an almost animalistic way that has me continuously quivering.

When we separate my legs are shaky. I'm not quite sure if they will support me. As if reading my immediate need for assistance Jk picks me up so I'm entwined around him and my back is resting against the wall. Jk shakes his head and laughs. "I didn't necessarily expect that today."

I don't have substantial breath to release the giggle that bubbles in my chest but I shake my head. "I didn't either, but I am definitely not complaining."

Jk pulls slightly away to look down at me. "If you had a reason to complain I would have to make it up to you."

I look up at Jk. "Maybe I will have to pretend to complain sometime just to see what you might have in mind."