Forever Lockey 8

You had a rough night. You kept playing the scene earlier over and over in your head so it was difficult to fall asleep. Then when you finally did, your dreams were filled with foggy images of moving bodies and sheets on a bed, of hot and excited hands and sounds of heavy breathing, and you would wake up sweating and uncomfortable. You weren't sure if you could face Key again in the morning, you knew you would blush as soon as your eyes met and probably stumble over your words like you couldn't speak the language anymore....you felt embarassed, nervous and shocked. Where had that passionate, overwhelmingly masculine man come from? You didn't know how to act in front of the wild image that had replaced your sweet, child-like friend...You knew it was irrational to be so overwhelmed by this because he was your boyfriend and it was natural to progress like that and it wasn't like he'd really DONE much to you yet, but now you felt like seeing him in the morning would be the most nerve-wracking experience of your life. It was the YET part that was bothering you and the anticipation it left you with was turning you into a school girl after her first kiss. How should you act, what should you say, when would that happen again....it kept you tossing and turning all night.



You woke up late in the morning and you looked a wreck. Worse, your face was now in what appeared to be a permanent blush and your eyes even had a sultry look from being so tired, you couldn't even make eye contact with yourself in the mirror without remembering his hot lips or his intense gaze. You decided it was time to face your doom or at least go to the bathroom to wash up. Unlucky for you, Key opened the door and walked out, yawning loudly, at the same time you opened your door. Mid-yawn, his gaze caught yours and you both shifted your eyes with sudden embarrassment. He said good morning awkwardly, barely heard because his fingers were covering his mouth in his usual nervous habit. You noticed he was blushing and appeared to not have gotten much sleep either. You made a random response and rushed to the bathroom, shut the door and hid your face in your hands. Now you were both awkward with each other! It would have been better if he had pretended nothing happened and was just his usual quirky self. You washed up, still agonizing over this troublesome situation....



A little later you joined Key and his grandparents for breakfast. At least they didn't ask why you were both so quiet compared to how you usually were or maybe they didn't notice that you couldn't even make eye contact with each other. Then you both helped with some chores, eager to be seperated temporarily from the awkward atmosphere between you two. When you pushed to continue to help in the afternoon, however, his grandparents seemed to have noticed what was going on and forced you out of the house, saying there was lots to do outside and you were too young to be doing chores all day, especially since this was a break from work. They told you to go out and play.



And so you were both left standing on the front porch in the warm sunlight, awkwardly fiddling with your clothes and unsure of what to say or do next. Key glanced over at you, let out a long sigh, and with his head down, staring at his hands, he mumbled that he was sorry for last night, that he hoped you hadn't gotten scared. You said, still awkward and not looking at him, that everything was fine and that you hadn't been exactly scared by it. Then he grabbed your hand suddenly and his expression was the bright, boyish look you were so used to. He told you that he'd planned something fun for today and to wait there as he grabbed things from the house. He had you sit in the car and wait for him with your eyes closed, then you were off driving again. As he talked animatedly about nonsensical topics, you were able to relax and laugh with him. You were happy the awkward atmosphere was gone for now.


He took you to the beach and you got into swim suits at a lodge there. You spent the day tanning, playing in the water, having swimming races, playing volleyball and water skiing. Key taught you and, because you were naturally fairly good at sports(you even played soccer with the members and were second best to Minho), you took to the basics quickly. Key was far superior of course, as he had been on a national team in middle school.  As you watched him from the fast-moving boat, you were amazed at how gracefully he moved on the water, how cool he looked when he easily did difficult tricks, and how radiant his face was when he was smiling and laughing. When he was truly happy, his grin would be huge and his cheeks would puff out and when he thought something was really funny or when he was having a lot of fun he laughed with his mouth wide open in a silly way and his eyes scrunched up so you almost couldn't see the warm, dark irises. He looked so young, innocent and adorable like that. Your thoughts went back to the extremely different man you'd seen last night, wondering how he could be the same person....



After you had exhausted yourself with playing, Key surprised you by cooking dinner for you at the lodge. You had heard that Key liked to cook but you were kind of wary to eat the food he cooked even though it was pasta, your favorite. You ate it, of course, because he'd taken time to make it, and you were surprised at how great it tasted. He just laughed at your silent reactions, figuring that you had been doubting him. You complimented the food and(as usual, he was not humble)he said that it was obviously going to be good because it was made by the king of chefs. Plus, he had been learning how to cook on Raising Idols and even though he thought his female teacher was pretty incompetent, he'd been improving and was praised by the head chef. He asked if you would help him study later for the cooking license test next month.



During dinner you discussed what happened last night, though you both were really uncomfortable at first. You were both able to laugh at how immature you had acted afterwords and agreed that it was natural to be intimate and get excited like they had. It was just embarassing because you were both inexperienced. On top of that you were so used to just joking around and being friendly, so treating each other differently had made both of you feel awkward. You both wanted to move your relationship to the next level but admitted that you would probably have to do it in small steps. As embarassing as the conversation was for you both, it felt good to again have nothing you couldn't talk about between you.



You watched the sunset together on the beach, glad to be rid of the awkward atmosphere from this morning and to have had your relationship mature a little after your honest talk. Then he gave you yet another surprise(he had planned a lot of things he wanted to do with his girlfriend if he ever got one and he was going to throw them all in one night since you would soon be busy again)by leading you out to the gazebo, where you saw, when you were able to open your eyes, tea candles forming a large heart with Key standing in the center. He was holding a microphone with a sweet smile on his face. Then he was in performer mode as he sang you one of SHINee's sweet ballads, Y.O.U. and gave you an exclusive concert. It even came with fan service as he pulled you into the heart, danced with you, held your hand, caressed your face, and kissed you lightly throughout the song. The song was one of your absolute favorites and the lyrics were sweet and romantic, as was the heart of this seemingly childish, carefree diva.


Everything he'd planned was almost perfect, but you found yourself unable to stop laughing when part of the wood caught on fire and Key frantically poured water and stamped it to death. You thought it would be a good idea to blow the candles out quickly and when his face sunk in dissappointment, you kissed his pouting lip gently. You blew them out and snuggled on the bench, watching the stars and listening to the sound of the ocean the rest of the night. You fell asleep against his chest, too out of it to notice how he played with your hair and traced your face, gazing at you lovingly. After a long time of enjoying the moment, he carried you to the car and drove back to his grandparents place. For some reason, when he went to put you to bed you wouldn't let him go and so he decided to lay with you until you relaxed. Then he fell asleep as well....