You glance at the impeccably installed wooden shelf filled with expensive liquors while you take a sip of your martini, ignoring the bartender who can't keep his eyes off of you for the last 10 minutes. He should've known better – you're a regular, a kind of regular that despised to be stared. Though you cannot entirely blame him regarding what you chose to wrap yourself with this evening. Showing some skin and a little cleavage wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?

Before you can take another sip of your drink, your eyes catch an unfamiliar face in the crowd maneuvering from across the bar. Grief is written all over his face – his rather eye-pleasing face; short, dark hair with rather scruffy beard framing his solid bone structure. His ripped, fit physique is covered with an inferior blue attire – doesn't quite suit the rather posh atmosphere, but looking that good, you assure yourself he can get away with anything.

The man finally stands next to you once a sigh leaves his mouth, leaning himself towards the bar as he dips his head down. Looking over him, you get the chance to witness the Greek God up close and my, he's jaw-droppingly good looking you almost had to bite down your lower lip, but you manage to keep yourself together after you take another sip of martini in your hand.

"Well, you don't look familiar."

You can tell he's startled by your voice as soon as he turns his head into your direction. A pair of soft blue eyes greets yours before you can feel your heart skips a beat.

"I do not normally go to bars." The gentleman replies with a wry smile. His voice is low, deep and husky; too good it should be a sin just to get an earful of it.

"I can tell," You put your drink on the counter before leaning yourself towards him, interested in what frowns that pretty face, "Care to tell me what's troubling that mind?"

"I believe you neither have the time nor care about my problems. Beside, in this world of memories, there is no need to have such conversation with a stranger." He remarks to you, but he drops his gaze to the counter.

You scoff on his relatively strange remark – this is a bar; talking to strangers shouldn't have been something so uncommon, but knowing that he doesn't really go to bars, you decide to shrug it off and reply, "You know what they say; strangers are the only friends you haven't yet encountered."

To your surprise, his cold look fades away and he chuckles after your statement, displaying you his perfect set of teeth lining up behind those full, firm lips. It's impossible for you to hold back the smile twitching on your face.

"I suppose we will need to check on that later, Miss." His voice is still shivering cold, but then he slightly turns his body into your direction before he continues, "Care to mention your name first?"

"I could ask you the same question since I know for certain you're not from the area."

"Kuai Liang. You are correct indeed; I live quite far from here."

"Well Mr. Kuai Liang, I figure you walk in here because you are in need of a stress release. Maybe you'd like a drink as we have our first conversation as… acquaintances." You throw him a leer before taking the last sip of your martini.

"I will have what you have, thank you." Kuai says as he points at your empty martini glass.

"But Mr. Kuai Liang, these are quite strong. Referring to your previous statement about how you don't really go to bars, I assume you don't really drink either?"

"I assure you, Miss. It can be handled. I have felt a greater strength than a glass of alcoholic beverage."

The way he speaks makes your mind wonders what this divine looking gentleman is really about. The words coming out of his mouth is nothing but a perfect grammar. The voice he possesses adds a tremendous point within him in your book. Especially now that you can see some of his chest hair peeking up beneath his shirt, you can barely contain your desire. Thankfully, you are that type of person that does not lose your image easily – at least to those around you, so outside you still manage to keep your charm.

"If you insist." You smirk at Kuai before asking the sleazy bartender for another two glasses of martinis. The bartender gives an attitude by raising his eyebrow yes to you. Maybe jealousy is consuming himself seeing you all over Kuai, but what can you do. The bartender is fifty feet of filthy garbage underground where Kuai is fifty feet above seventh heaven. Of course you'd choose Kuai any day of the century.

"Well, Mr. Kuai Liang from Faraway Land." You start the conversation as both of you wait for your drinks to be served, "What trouble brings you here? Money? Wife? Or girlfriend?"

"It is neither of those, actually. I do not live in this world merely for the money or such attachment." There is a brief pause before he continues, sighing in advance, "However, if you would like to be so inquisitive, let us call it a career problem. But I'm afraid I cannot decipher all the little details. "

"Due to the fact that I'm a stranger, yes?" You tease Kuai, throwing him a little grimace.

"Suit yourself, if you must." He shrugs, "It is way too intricate to be told, to tell you the truth. And I would appreciate it if we do not speak of it."

"Very well, Mr. Kuai Liang." Before you can let more words flying off of your mouth, the bartender places both of your drinks on the counter. A rather distracting clanking sound can be heard. He could be mad, but you could care less. How could he even work here? You thought to yourself.

"Maybe this would help a little." You say as you raise your glass off the counter, asking him to join you in a toast.

"We shall see." Kuai remarks to you, raising his glass after you before clinking his glass to yours lightly.

"To strangers."

"With a potential to be… Friends."

The two of you then take a gulp out of the martinis, leaving the olives for later. You never leave your eyes off of Kuai Liang. You see him placing his glass back on the counter before he shut his eyes tight after a sip. It is confirmed; he doesn't really drink indeed.

This is your second glass of martini this evening, and the lightheaded feeling starts to come and slowly possess yourself. Thankfully, your alcohol tolerance is not below standard – maybe even higher than Kuai, so your chance to say something imbecile can be considered small.

"Interesting that you mentioned about how you don't live for attachment, Mr. Kuai Liang." You mutter after you place your glass on the counter.

"May I ask why?"

"A man quite like you could be very appealing to some women, I must say. You are… a not bad looking man, Mr. Kuai Liang."

Kuai chuckles off your remark about himself as he dips his head down, trying to hide the slight blush in his cheeks. "Thank you, but I do not really have the time for attachments to the significant others, really."

"A hard worker, I see."

"Beside, you could say that I am a secluded individual. I believe a woman like you should not be talking to someone quite like me. You could find me rather uninteresting." Kuai mutters before taking a big gulp of his martini. His face doesn't stiffen like after his first sip, but his face speaks loud and clear that he's still adjusting to the taste.

You're not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or an offense, though you still manage to keep the smirk over your face, "Do you mind being more specific about 'a woman like me', Mr. Kuai Liang?"

"I am certain you have received these compliments many times, but in my eyes, a beautiful and enchanting woman such as yourself should not be interacting with someone as lonesome as I am." Kuai answers you before a knot of shy smile emerges within his face, rotating himself to you fully afterwards.

"Please, don't ever degrade yourself, Mr. Kuai Liang. I find you quite – how do I say this…" your voice trails off, searching for the right term to describe the mighty fine man standing in front of you, "Mysteriously intriguing."

You compliment him as your palm fondles his ripped, fit arm, feeling the curve of his brawn. You feel his arm slightly tensed up after your touch, but it seems to relax after another stroke. Then you notice afterwards that his arm is somewhat… cold, ice cold.

But my, my, he really does work out.

Alright, this could be the alcohol talking and gesturing. It's true that you have gotten used to being quite the flirt, and you have a soft spot for a mysterious man, but you've never been this blunt and forward before… it is Kuai who is just so darn irresistible. The farthest you've gone before Kuai was a flirty eye contact, never stroking or making the first move. You retract your arm as soon as you realize you might be going too far and you're afraid Kuai might think lowly of you before he trails away.

To your surprise, Kuai laughs it off and asks you, "How could I exactly be mysterious and intriguing at the same time?"

"Too bad you can't be on my shoes to see it yourself." You fetch him a smirk as both of you laugh your remark off before you finish your martini. Quite a big sip you take, which results in a slight hit on your head. You're used to it, though.

"Well, Miss, you have bewitched me; I have never thought a stranger could radiate such… charm."

You can see his fingers slowly crawl on the counter approaching yours before stroking your digits lightly which you gladly let. Your eyes glance at the contact, noticing that his fingers are as frigid as his arm is, but you ignore the frosty feel that is starting to radiate through your fingers and letting your eyes meet his sharp gaze. His eyes and yours telepath things that only your mind can read as you sway your curly eyelashes at him.

"You're not too bad yourself, Mr. Kuai Liang." You manage to let out a sentence confidently inspite of how those eyes of Kuai almost make you want to throw yourself at him right now. One of the perks of being a flirt.

Kuai then takes one step forward to be closer you. He grabs your waist rather gently before pulling you even closer to him. So close you can smell his scent of musk lingering on your nostrils. His gaze intensifies and you can feel your pulse racing as he tilts his head, assuming he's leaning in for a kiss.

Finally, alcohol works in your favor. Thank goodness for martini.

You reflectively place your palm on his shoulder and ready to greet his full lips with yours. Your face is so close to his you can barely make out his face, but you definitely smell his breath of martini which you do not mind. At all.

You take a sharp breath as both of your lips are just a few inches away. He moistened his lips in advance of closing the distance between. Yes, you want those alluring lips on yours. Now.

Just when you think he's about to close the tiny gap, a disorderly sound of clanking glasses runs through your ears. Those voices come from Kuai's background before his back is being bumped by someone behind him. You take a glance behind him to register what forces you to cancel the little lip action you were about to have, and what you witness there annoys the hell out of you.

A waiter just accidently poured glasses of wine on Kuai's back.

Marvelous.

"Oh, good Lord! I'm deeply sorry, sir. I really am." The waiter apologizes. You can tell that he meant it judging by how shaky his voice is. Though the man seems torn between picking up pieces of broken glass on the floor or mopping Kuai's back with a cloth he carries.

"That is quite alright, sir. Do not feel bad." Kuai assures the waiter, smiling as he helps the waiter picks up the pieces of shattering glasses on the floor.

If it was you, you swear the waiter – and that sleazy bartender whom you can hear practically laughing over the situation – would be in a lot of trouble. You are annoyed by all the situation – for God's sake you were so close, but you don't have the heart to meddle in seeing how much of a gentleman Kuai is; you can easily judge a man by the way he treats servers.

"Oh, sir I'm really sorry. I'm new here. P-please, your drinks will be on me." The waiter stutters. He's still all over the place trying to clean the mess he made while repeatedly apologizing to Kuai which sends you feeling rather bad for him.

"Please, don't bother." You decide to interlope, trying to keep the nicest tone of yours going, "He's my guest. Keep your paycheck for something else."

"R-really?"

You and Kuai both nod in reassuring the waiter it is all good. This whole situation somehow confuses you, though. You wouldn't normally act this kind. You wouldn't even try so hard to impress a man in your sanest day.

Is it the alcohol? Or is it Kuai?

"Well… thank you for the kindness, sir, ma'am. I… Guess I'm gonna go get a mop." The waiter nervously leaves as he disappears into the crowd after you and Kuai gives him the green light to go.

Now it's just you and Kuai… again.

Kuai runs his fingers through his hair as his attention goes back to you, putting that shy smile of his that you cherish so much.

"Well that was unfortunate… of him." You mumble. Kuai giggles as if he knows you're also referring to the misfortunate situation happened between you, "Mind if I take a look at your back?"

Without saying anything, Kuai gives you a look of his behind and you can see a huge splat in burgundy there. You can practically smell red wine all over him. Strangely, in the most intoxicating way possible.

And Lord, his back is a godsend. Even with clothes on.

"You know Mr. Kuai Liang, I live in the penthouse upstairs and I might have something for you to change into." You go with your instinct and mutter, trying to dim the ambiguities in your tone.

Kuai had just finished his last sips of martini when his face looks questioning as if he's asking what you mean. Uh oh, have you taken the wrong step?

Luckily, you manage to quickly distract the sentence into something more innocent, "You're aware that red wine stains will be harder to vanish when it dries, aren't you?"

You die a little inside every second waiting for Kuai to say something. At this moment, you're already preparing yourself to put on your straight face and graciously accept his deny on your invitation. It's hard to stay collected sometimes.

"I would appreciate it." Kuai's lips twitch upwards, accepting your invitation.

For a brief moment there, you are quite shocked. Thought he was going to run away and doesn't think highly of you. Nonetheless, you're relieved by his response; even bad things happened in your favor.

Your hands cruise around your wardrobe impatiently, trying to find the one and only male shirt in it. Man, if only you remembered the color, it would be easier to find that damn thing. Kuai is waiting in your bedroom with you, sitting on the edge of your bed – hopefully, with his shirt on still. You know you're going to lose it if his upper body is no longer covered. Those thoughts drive your mind to draw images of him topless doing things at you.

"Have you found it?"

Oh no, you were so lost in your dirty thoughts that Kuai's voice shocks you a little bit. You take a deep breath before you charmingly answer him, "I think I see it, Mr. Kuai Liang."

You lied. You haven't found it. You try to cruise your hands quicker but the darn thing won't show itself.

"If I may know, are you going to lend me one of your shirts for me to change into?" Kuai asks.

"Oh no, Mr. Kuai Liang. I'm looking for one specific male shirt here." You answer, chuckling, but your eyes are still glued to your wardrobe.

"Ah, I see that you've had some male companies every now and then."

You nearly burst out in laughter on his remark, but you can't really make out his tone if it's supposed to be a joke or a serious matter.

"Care to define 'some', Mr. Kuai Liang?"

There's a short pause before his answer is heard, "Oh, my apologies. It is rude of me to invade your privacy. I hope you can let that go. I-it must have been the alcohol."

"It is quite alright, Mr. Kuai Liang. I didn't mind, really." You chuckle after his apology because it sounds like he truly feels bad about asking you such question, "The last male company I had was months ago. Then I dated him for a few months, but it didn't work out, unfortunately, so I broke it off."

Thankfully, you see the shirt after you lift one more shirt off of it before you can go deeper with your story. You wouldn't want to tell a whole, mood-breaker story about how much of a fool your ex is to a man you're trying to bed here, would you?

Without wasting one more second, you grab that shirt and graciously turn yourself to face Kuai.

"And this, is my brother's shirt." You say as you shut the wardrobe behind you.

You find Kuai looking at you as if he just saw a precious gem lying in front of his eyes, but he quickly arch his head downwards once you catch him staring. Lips quirking and fingers intertwining. Yes, if it was other man, you'd fetch him your most cynical face. But this is Kuai – heck, you'd let him stare until his last breaths.

"You do know it's rude to stare don't you, Mr. Kuai Liang?" You cackle humorously, trying to hide that you're secretly flattered.

"In my defense, you should not look like that." Kuai lets out a deep chuckle.

Well, your body is still wrapped with your sultry dress and Kuai is slightly tipsy, so you're not blaming it on him. My, men's eyes are like little magnets attached to a refrigerator with this dress on you.

You grin shyly at his remark as you strut towards the bed where he's sitting and hand him the shirt.

Looking up at you, Kuai expresses his gratitude, "Thank you. I appreciate this, really."

"Not a problem, Mr. Kuai Liang." You simply smile at him.

Before you even think of getting a grip, Kuai pulls his shirt over his head, sending his abs scrunching and exhibiting those glorious, glorious packs and those broad shoulders that weakened your feet.

Oh my goodness, me.

You fold your arms together, not knowing what to do but biting your lower lip. Thinking how much you want that body to cover yours in a heated embrace.

"Is everything alright?" Catching you stare, Kuai's husky voice suddenly fills the silence, waking you up from your thoughts.

You were a bit startled at first, but you are able to calmly answer, "Oh, nothing, Mr. Kuai Liang. You're just distracting."

Darn it, alcohol.

And you know you were doing so well before! At this point, you'd rather be swollen alive by the planet earth, but you know there's nothing you can do to unsay that embarrassing sentence. Your only saving grace is that you don't even try to hide your face from him. Keeping that smile lighting up the room. But inside you, several things are going on. Up there and… Down there.

You notice that Kuai only got one of his arms inside a sleeve. The other arm is still uncovered and you don't know how much longer he wants to expose his bare skin.

Giggling, he remarks, "Well, so are you. I must admit." He finally puts his other arm covered with the shirt's sleeve, still leaving the shirt unbuttoned, but then his tone drastically change "Especially those… lips."

Well that's not a bad answer – no, that's a really good answer. And you know he's telling you the truth by looking at his burning gaze which feels nothing like how cold his hands are. He did try to kiss you earlier in the bar, too.

"Oh…" your jaw slightly drops.

"I realize it sounds inane, but…" He sighs, "It piques my curiosity, and I must say I was disappointed when we did not get to kiss earlier."

You have to admit; his words take your breath away – no, he takes your breath away. His body. His eyes. That mouth. Oh, what could that mouth possibly do…

Never in your life have you heard something being said so bluntly to your face, but it's strangely… sexy.

"Well maybe I can fix that for you."

You suddenly find your mind blank as you unconsciously lick your lips. You don't even try to stay breezy. You want him and he wants you. That's it.

A strange magnetic energy radiates from his eyes before you take a step towards him and have your fingers tangled on his hair.

Looking down on him, you find his lips part as you give little tugs to his soft locks without protesting your gestures. His head is leveled with your breast and you're pretty sure he can hear the thump of your heart and see your dilated pupils. Your palm slowly travels to his beard before finding his hungry eyes on yours.

Before you know it, you bend your knee next to him as you tilt his face up closer to you. He takes a sharp breath before you brush his soft, wet lips against yours. His lips are eager yet easeful against yours. He tastes of chilled martini throughout, making you crave more of those deliciously cold lips.

Your tongue darts out and go through the soft barrier only to have a taste of his tongue. Kuai keenly parts his lips to welcome you before placing one hand behind your neck and deepens the kiss to start a slow massage, showering every angle of your mouth with burning passion.

One cold hand slowly slides up your thigh beneath your high-slit dress. Soft and chaste caresses are generously gifted up and down your thigh before Kuai pulls you even closer, sending him lying on his back with you on top of his solid figure.

Settling yourself on top of him and never leaving his lips, your hand begins tracing every curve of his chest before attempting on stripping the shirt off of him.

He takes you by surprise when he flips you over with such strength you never know he has, trapping you beneath him. You let out a groan of frustration once he pins your hand above your head.

"And what do you think you are doing?" He hushes into your ears, sending shivers through your whole existence with clouds of cold breaths teasing your sensitive ear.

"I'm a very impatient woman, Mr. Kuai Liang." You whimper, stressing your words as your hands try to escape his strong grasp.

"Those who have patience can have what he will, my dear." Kuai teases you, in a voice so sexy you'd be willing to do just anything, "Let me teach you one thing or two about it."

Kuai gets up on his knees and frees your hands only because he needs his hands to hook his fingers on the straps of your dress before sliding it effortlessly to reveal your breasts.

Before you can let out a voice of protest being him getting to strip you out first, he whispers, "Kuai." Then continue his work on peeling you off your dress and leaving you naked under him without bothering to remove your heels.

He smirks impressively over your naked body finding out there's not an inch of fabric underneath your dress. Well, so much for staying breezy when, in fact, this almost half naked man is way breezier. At this point all you can do is breathing heavily under his mercy, waiting for him to begin his beautiful assault on you.

Kuai drops himself onto you to lock your lips once again with his, allowing your tongues to duel once again. The weight of him and the solid lines of his chest arouse you as your hands roam through his soft beard.

A growl escapes your mouth as Kuai nibbles on your ear. His beard would softly scratch you when his tongue dashes through your ear hole and sends shiver down your spine with his frosty breaths.

Writhing against him, you hook his thigh in between your legs in effort to get close to your groin where attention is most needed. Kuai lifts his knee slightly, pushing it firmly between your thighs before you buck and rub yourself against the denim material of his pants.

All your writhe is silenced once you find his lips on your once again, briefly. Kuai eventually graze his teeth on your jaw and your head falls back.

"Mmh, Kuai…" You shake as his tongue finds the hollow of your throat, but there's nothing you can do but pressing his knee on your groin harder while you tangle his locks beneath your fingers.

Your hips buck harder against him as you feel a strangely arousing coldness radiating from his lips on your collarbone. Before you know it, Kuai's lips are back on yours again as he pins your hip firmly to the bed to stop you from bucking so hard which doesn't work for you; his hand on your hip only makes you want him more.

He slides his hands up the curve of your body, nudging the side of your breasts but he keeps his teases by not touching you where you ache for him. His hands get to the side of your face. His mouth gets hungrier against yours and it's getting too much for you that you'd break apart if you can't have him now.

The lust consuming your body drives you to flip him over on his back once more, positioning yourself on top of him before your lips crashes once again. You grind yourself against his hardening member beneath his jeans as his fingers traces the arch of your back. Your nipples instantly hardened once they're lightly tickled by the chest hair of Kuai while you swipe your clit harder against him.

Without leaving your lips, he sits up to grab one of your breasts and opens his mouth on it, flicking his cold tongue out to assault your sensitive nipple.

"Getting impatient, Kuai?" You purr as you push his head further into your breast. His eyes squint up and find yours.

So who's the impatient one now?

A shaky moan escapes your lips before he gives your other breast the same treatment which sends shiver down your spine. And that's all the motivation for you to strip him off his shirt which he gladly complies.

You push him back onto his back before you scoot forward and reach for the headboard, placing his face right between your thighs. His mouth opens on your sex and it's the most wonderful sensation as his cold tongue laps along your outer lips.

Kuai strokes your thigh as your hip grinds his face, making circular movements with an insistent rhythm to your satisfaction. His tongue pierces your opening back and forth and you moan out his name, begging him for more. You arch your back, one hand reaches for his member and you feel it hard against your palm. You start stroking him as he sucks hard on your pulsing nub.

"Oh God, just like that…" You pants as his palm reach up to fondle your breasts while his talented tongue keeps torturing you down there. Goodness that tongue feels so good you'd give up a life supply of vodka. Thank heavens you went to your waxing appointment this morning.

You withdraw yourself from him after a few more stroke as you move further down his body, leaving one last passionate kiss on his mouth before you make a wet trail down to his sublime abs which ends at his belt.

Sitting up, you undo his jeans with his assistance, and what's under his confines impresses you. You smirk impressively at the size of him before you pull his jeans down his legs and stroke his length up and down.

Kuai's mouth forms a perfect little O as you insert the tip of him inside your mouth. Instead of taking his length further down, you decide to tease him by grazing your lips just until it reaches the vein below his tip.

"Please…" Kuai begs.

You flash out a grin as you bob your head down on him, moistening his length with your saliva and using your hand to stroke the rest of him. His body tensed up when you go deeper as his fingers work with your hair to give you a push.

He moans out your name and it arouses you even more. The sight of him right now is glorious which draws you to suck harder while your other hand works with his pendulums. You let him feel the opening of your throat before he hastily yanks your hair to release yourself from him.

Before you know it, Kuai's lips are all over yours again as he pushes you down to lie on your back. You willingly spread your legs and trap his body between your thighs. You're doing this. You're actually doing this.

"I want you…" You moan into his mouth between the kisses.

Kuai's lips form a sexy grin as he releases your lips and sets himself on his knees. The tip of him streaks your clit slowly and he looks pleased with himself seeing you panting over his tease. Your eyes roll back as the tip of him slid inside you. The overwhelming feeling draws you to clench on your sheet once his length sinks into you in one, fluid movement, making your legs shake and you groan in pleasure

The pace he sets is deliciously enticing; not aggressive, but quick enough to make you want more. You mewl as Kuai rests his palm on your hips for a better chance to pound you harder. His touch only is enough get your heart racing, but the fire within you flames once his lips found yours for a brief moment, leaving the taste of him lingering even when he pulls away.

Kuai's hands eventually find its way to your knees, forcing them back and spreading your legs even wider, allowing him to thrust himself deeper and more brutal inside you.

Lust consumes your whole existence and you are barely aware of the curse words escaping your lips as he increases his pace. You are moaning and weeping uncontrollably under the mercy of this unfairly hot stranger that is fucking you senseless. You barely knew Kuai, but sweet Jesus he feels so good and you don't ever want him to stop.

He's just at the right angle to hit that sweet spot of yours and the pressure keeps building through you after craving for him the whole night. You can feel your orgasm on the edge of crashing on you as you clench on the sheet harder.

But before you find your release, Kuai flips you over quickly while you're still groggy. He parts your legs as he lifts you up by your stomach, setting you on your knees.

"You might want to hold tight for this one." He whispers seductively in your ear. You bite your lip eagerly and you are certain you're going to like whatever's coming your way.

He presses his weight on your back as your hands grip tightly on the headboard. Arching up against him, his chest hair tickles you along your spine before you feel himself sliding his hardware inside you once more. You let out a loud gasp once his tip reaches the end of you.

His lips and teeth keep grazing along your neck and shoulder, drawing yet some other desperate moans from you. As he squeezes your hip, he thrusts into you ruthlessly and repeatedly from behind, causing the bed to creak once in awhile.

You can feel the strength of his hips which pounds roughly against you. Excited gasps escape his lips in between his assaults on your neck. When you're about to think it's already too much for you to handle, you find Kuai's palms fondle your breasts for a brief moment before he slips one index finger between your legs. He lubes his finger where your bodies are jointed then turns its attention at your hardened nub and start massaging your clit while keeping his rough pace.

You cry as your hips buck against him. Your legs are shaking and your breathing is uncoordinated.

"Please, Kuai… I'm so close…" You find yourself panting, unable to control yourself. You don't want him to stop doing what he's doing. You want him to keep going for some more strokes…

Your orgasm finally crashes over you like a tidal wave as you moan out his name for one last time. Your muscles stiffen under him before you can hear his breathing gets more erratic. The squeeze on your hips gets rougher and you can feel his nails almost sink into it. He cries out a symphony in your ears as you feel the warmth of his seeds inside you.

Recovering from both of your high, he gives you a few last slow strokes inside you before he pulls himself out and rests his head above your shoulder, ending your session with a gentle kiss there.

A drop of temperature in your room wakes you up from your sleep. You slowly flicks your eyes open in the darkness as your hand searches for your sleeping partner, which isn't next to you. Rubbing your eyes, you rise from your back and sits up, feeling a sight of relieve once your eyes find Kuai's perfectly carved back facing you. You can only see a tiny portion of his fucked up hair – his head is dipped way down.

Pulling up the sheet to cover your naked body, you slowly maneuver his way and places a palm gently on his shoulder, "You're up early, Kuai."

You can see a sight of wry smile knotting on his perfect lips as he greets your hand with his cold one before he kisses yours lightly, "I could not sleep."

"Is there a problem?"

There's a brief pause there before he spins himself to face you without letting go of your hand. You are greeted with the same look he depicts the first time you laid eyes on him – the grief. Sadness scatters all over him and it's enough to tell you that what he's carrying is no light burden.

"This… what we did earlier…" His voice trails off, "It is a mistake. I-I apologize."

"What are you sorry for? It was amazing. Possibly the best one I've had in a long time." You try to cheer him up. And again, you still don't understand why he's sorry – you were the one who led on him.

"Engaging with me could endanger your life… I… I should have never touched you in such ways…" The grief in his voice can be heard clearer. His thumb stroking gently on your hand feels colder than before as you can feel something close to a dagger stabbing you right in the chest.

"You are saying that like you're a bad person, Kuai. I know you're not."

"You know not my evil side… What I do… it is dangerous…"

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you place his forehead against yours. You do realize you barely know him, and you don't know his true intentions or even why he walked into that bar, but somehow you know he's not what he says he is.

You don't normally act this way – heck, if you had a one night stand, you wouldn't care if that man left before you're up. But with Kuai… you're not sure what's gotten into you, but the thought of must letting him go that easily left a huge burden in your heart.

Why… you don't even know him…

Eventually, your hand travels to his beard before caressing it softly. You gulp hard, trying to hold back the sadness that somewhat you cannot control. This might be the last time you will ever see him, and the thought makes your eyes water.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes as an attempt to dry your eyes – you wouldn't want to show him you're close to weeping over this man you've only known for a few hours. You pull his face closer to you before brushing his soft lips with yours. He doesn't hesitate, but you can feel his lower lip trembles in between your lips.

You slowly pull away and open your eyes and find his eyes looking down. At this point, both of you know it has to end and it's not a pleasant thought.

"For the first time in my life, I wish it doesn't have to end like this." You whisper as his thumb finds its way to your cheek.

"I apologize… I wish we could have met under a different circumstance." He says as he puffs cold breaths against your face. You never thought this would cross your mind, but you're going to miss this.

You sigh, preparing yourself to say the word, "So, is this it?"

"I'm afraid so…"

Shoot. There's that dagger again.

You throw him a weak smile as you let go of him, secretly hiding your pain before you ask, "Do you have to leave now?"

Kuai nods weakly, never leaving his eyes off of you. He slowly releases your hand as he rises to his feet. You didn't even notice earlier that he has put his pants back on.

"You can keep the shirt." You mutter faintly. His mouth knots a brittle smile as he picks your shirt off the floor and putting it on him.

You glance at his movements as you've come to the realization that this could be the last time you will ever see this man. Kuai walks towards your sitting form when he catches you stare. A palm of his is pressed towards your cheek before he leans on you to give you one last kiss on your lips.

"Take a good care of yourself." Kuai says once he pulls away from you.

"Farewell, Kuai."

Just like that, he shows himself to your bedroom door and shuts it firmly behind him, leaving you feeling empty inside.

You grab a cigarette out of your nightstand and lit one up as you lean on the headboard with Kuai on your mind. His kiss… his touch… the coldness of his skin… still lingers all over your body as you remember every touch you share earlier. You deliberately wrap yourself with your arms. Your head falls back, trying to fight the tears.

Exhaling the nicotine out, your mind wanders to Kuai. The gentle ice cold Kuai. Why can't you get him out of your mind? More importantly, what is he up to? What is his intention?

Who is he?

Those questions will remain unanswered… at least that's what you think.

If you're reading this, you like the fic ;) Please R&R! I also would appreciate your constructive criticism to make this story better, but please be polite. And s/o to Mexmajestic202 for telling me that Kuai Liang is actually his first name, also to MartengaPop for being the best beta reader anyone could ever ask for. You guys rock^^