Contract Marriage 18+ [A Hopekook Fanfiction] ✓

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"Just go to bed," he put his hand in the small of her back and gave her a gentle push toward the bed.

"I'm not going to have..." she began to protest.

"I know. I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind for it either," he prodded her again.

"You won't touch me?"

"Not unless you want me to." He shrugged as if he didn't care either way.

"I don't want you to." She asserted firmly.

"Then you have nothing to worry about," he turned away from her stripped off his casual shirt, leaving him abruptly naked from the chest up. As always, he stole her breath away and she had to force herself to turn away from the seductive sight of her half-naked husband and head to bed. She crept beneath the covers and kept her back to him but she was achingly aware of every sound he made as he headed toward the en-suite, discarding even more clothes along the way. For such a precise and controlled man in every other aspect of his life, jeon tended to be a bit messy in his own space; it was rather endearing the way he would casually drop a shirt here, a sock there... obviously expecting the magical cleaning fairies to pick up after him. That "magical cleaning fairy" was usually Hobie; she was a bit of a neat freak and would quite compulsively pick up and fold everything he dropped. Well not anymore, she suddenly thought fumingly, he could damned well pick up his own shirts.

She suddenly wryly acknowledged to herself that this resolution would only last as long as it took for the maid to come in and clean it up...the one thing about being fabulously wealthy was that you didn't have to think about mundane things like picking up after yourself. And jeon had been spoiled into believing the universe revolved around him since birth. While Hobie's family had been wealthy too, she had never taken anything for granted, not when she had an emotionally-detached father who quite relentlessly pointed out her every flaw.

She sighed softly and turned over to watch the door of the en-suite, he hadn't shut it completely and a narrow sliver of light streamed out into the darkened bedroom. Steam was creeping out along the edges of the door and she could smell the spicy scent of his soap as he showered. The shower stopped abruptly and she heard the rustling sounds of him towel-drying. She smiled softly to herself as she heard the towel drop to the floor after he finished. She was achingly familiar with every detail of his nightly ablutions; he usually showered, shaved in the shower and brushed his teeth afterwards. Five minutes later the light in the en-suite went out and he stepped out into the dark bedroom. She could just make out his silhouette enough to realise that he was naked and panicked slightly when she realised that he had absolutely every intention of getting into bed that way.

He usually slept naked but she had honestly believed that he would drag on a shorts or something after the events of that evening. No such luck, she felt him lifting the covers and sliding beneath them. He smelled divine and she had to fight the impulse to turn toward him. He didn't say a word and made no move toward her, staying on his side of the bed. No surprise there... he usually stayed on his side of the bed anyway, unless he felt the need to work on his long-term project to sire a son, only then would he move toward her, touch her, caress her... do everything but love her. Hobie never instigated their intimate encounters. She had learned early on that any move toward such intimacy was usually rebuffed and her fragile self-esteem didn't deal well with rejection, so she had stopped trying.

Ironically enough tonight, after her decree that he not touch her, was the first time in a long time that she was actually tempted to move toward him. She clenched her fists and curled into a ball, trying not to think of all that tempting naked, male flesh lying next to her. She knew he was awake, she could tell from the rhythm of his breathing and obviously he knew she was awake, she was way too tense to be asleep.

"Just go to sleep for God's sake," his impatient voice suddenly rang out in the darkness. "I said I wouldn't touch you and I won't... so you can relax!" She tensed even more at the sound of his voice and he swore softly.

"If you can't sleep, I have the perfect solution for your insomnia," he murmured suggestively, leaving her in no doubt as to his "solution".

"You're not helping matters," she gritted through clenched teeth and he laughed quietly.

"Well if neither of us can sleep..."

"We haven't been in bed long enough to fall asleep... just hush!" She hissed.
"You know you're being ridiculous, right?" He murmured in his most patronisingly logical voice. It was a voice that usually drove her absolutely crazy.

"I don't care how ridiculous you think I'm being," she flipped over to face him and could barely make out his profile in the dark. He was lying on his back, with one arm tucked beneath his head. When he felt her turn over he turned his head to look at her. She could see only the whites of his eyes in the dark. "This is what I want, Jeon."

"I don't believe that for a second," he maintained, reaching out to touch her face with one gentle hand. "The sex has always been good between us, Hobie... that's one thing that's never been in doubt. It's the one damned thing that's working in this marriage."

"It wasn't working for me," she muttered defiantly. That bruised his masculine ego; she sensed it in the way he tensed.

"You weren't faking those responses," he negated stiffly.

"No, I wasn't. You're really very good..." she agreed, realising too late that she didn't sound very convincing at all. "It just isn't enough for me anymore."

"I'm not enough for you anymore?" He asked flatly and she knew she had to tread carefully here.

"That's not quite what I meant..."

"Oh?"

"Jeon, you're being deliberately dense." Okay that wasn't quite the right thing to say either. She could practically feel him bristling next to her.

"It'll probably be best if you didn't say anything else, Hobie..."

"Look you're deliberately misunderstanding me here..." She began.

"Not another word..." He warned.
"But..." suddenly she was on the flat of her back with him straddling her hips. She gasped and writhed as she tried to dislodge him.

"I warned you," he growled.
"Get off me," she hissed angrily pushing futilely at his hot, naked chest.

"No." He settled himself more firmly against her, moving his hips until her thighs reluctantly parted and he was lodged between them. Her t-shirt had ridden up to her waist, leaving only her small bikini panties as a barrier between them. She was achingly aware of his bare flesh rubbing against the tender skin of her inner thighs and felt herself responding, moving with him, wanting more contact. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, his lips nuzzling her neck, moving up over her jaw line, her chin, skirting past her mouth before finally brushing over her cheek and capturing one sensitive earlobe between his teeth. It was the blatant avoidance of her mouth that quite effectively doused the flame that had started a slow burn in her gut.

"This is not what I want," she said firmly, using all her strength to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

"Yes it is," he whispered into her ear.

"If you do this, it'll be against my will," she asserted desperately. "And you know what that's called!" He froze abruptly, before moving off her and back to his side of the bed.

"You would accuse me of something so despicable?" He sounded mortally offended but Hobie wasn't about to allow herself to be swayed.

"If the shoe fits..."

"What does that mean?" He growled. "Some damned ambiguous iyoum that doesn't apply to this situation at all! There was no force involved in what just happened."

"You pinned me down and refused to get off me when I asked you to. That's a pretty clear example of force..." he didn't respond and merely lay there seething in outraged silence. She had once again succeeded in bruising his masculine pride and Hobie was human and petty enough to give herself a mental high five. They didn't speak at all after that and Hobie eventually fell into a restless sleep.