Treasure That Smile**

The morning sun shone brightly through the window. Joonjae stirred as the rays fell on him. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pair of amber ones.

Happiness fluttered within him. She was there with him. She was not gone.

"Good morning," he greeted in a raspy voice.

"Good morning," Chaerin smiled. "Wake up, hubby. You gotta go to work."

"Five more minutes," he said drowsily, clutching her close. He held her tightly all night long, refusing to let go. If Chaerin had been alive, she would have suffocated under his strong embrace.

"Wake up!" she tried to tickle him but he caught her hand. Suddenly, he hoisted himself over her. His eyes were full of passion for her.

"Joonjae, I-"

Her words got stuck in her throat as his lips came crashing down on hers. She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth.

It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

But it was only for him did she feel these things. To other humans, she will be nothing more than a whiff of cold air. For her husband, she moaned, she gasped and can even get wet for him. After all, only he can take her virginity. And as a ghost, her feelings were heightened beyond a normal human being.

Chaerin was flushed under his tongue's attack. It dug deep into her mouth, making her moan for more. She felt his hands sliding underneath her dress, softly caressing her twin mounds.

"You're...not…" she gasped in between their kisses. "Doing...it all the way...are you?"

"No," he panted. A sly smirk etched on his face. "Just a little punishment for calling other men 'oppa'."

"You-"

But her words were once again drowned by his lips. Soon, she let go of all apprehensions and just enjoyed his touches.

He trailed down her neck, kissing every inch. He hoisted her dress down to her waist. Her pearly breasts were perked up in desire as he took one and ran his tongue over it. He licked it mercilessly, making her moan.

Chaerin held onto his head, pulling him closer to her chest. The sensation was sending her into a whirlwind of frenzy.

"Uhh…" she moaned, squirming under him. He sucked on her breast, savoring it. He then moved on to the other breast, continuing his attack. Joonjae kept on licking every inch of her delicious orbs, teasing her to his heart's content. He wanted to taste her more, make her cry his name in pleasure.

He slid his hand under her panties, rubbing her clitoris. Chaerin was wriggling under his slow torture as he doubly attacked her breast and clit. He toyed with her opening, circling it as she felt herself become wet.

"Mmhmm…" she let out desperate cries as she felt his tongue tasting her soft spots. Joonjae deliberately bit into her nipples, sending her into an ecstasy of joy. Her body reacted for him and him only.

For the next one hour, Joonjae thoroughly enjoyed the lewd noises coming out of Chaerin's mouth.

….

"You're a meanie," Chaerin pouted as Joonjae put on his suit. "You keep on teasing me like that! And you even tore my dress!"

Their little session that morning made her hornier than ever. Despite his reluctance to fully consummate their marriage, Joonjae sure loves to tease her with these occasional intimacies. Which only ends up in her begging for more.

"It's fun to see your expressions," Joonjae shrugged.

Chaerin's face went red with embarrassment. "Y-you!"

She wanted to curse at him but he only grinned.

"Get me a new dress!" she demanded. "It's the least you can do after destroying another one of my dresses."

She pointed at her ripped dress. Even if Joonjae never went all the way, he had this habit of tearing her clothes off during their intensely passionate moments. As a ghost, it was hard for her to get new clothes and other products unless someone offered some at her altar. In this case, Joonjae was the only one who offered any food and basic necessities to her at the altar.

He gave her a guilty look. "I will," he chuckled. "Which dress do you want?"

"Well…"

She thought hard. "I saw this actress in a drama," Chaerin said excitedly. "She was wearing a long maroon trench coat with orange boots! Can you get me something similar?"

She looked at him with hopeful eyes. Joonjae sighed at his wife. Chaerin loved to wear the latest trends when she was alive. Even in death, she seemed to have a soft spot for all the branded stuff.

"Alright," he said, pinching her cheek. "I'll get those for you on my way back home. See you, later."

He got up to leave when Chaerin called him.

"Wait!" she stopped him. "You're forgetting something."

He looked at her quizzically as she hopped off the bed, clutching her dress with her hands to stop it from falling off and walked towards him. She stood on tiptoes and lightly pecked his lips.

"Have a good day, hubby!" she cheered. "Earn lots of money and buy me more beef!"

"Tch!" Joonjae scoffed. "You call that a kiss?"

"No," Chaerin replied. "But you're late for work and I'm afraid if we go for another makeout session, I might end up pushing you back to bed."

Joonjae laughed. She was not entirely wrong. He longed for her too. If it was not for the fear of losing her forever, he would have succumbed to his desire for her a long time ago. He had to use every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself whenever they had their intimate moments.

Even now, her delectable lips were enticing him. But he stopped himself from ravaging her because he was afraid, if he starts now, he would not be able to stop.

"I'll be off," he winked. "Wifey."

Chaerin smiled widely and happily waved him off. Watching her smiling face, was a small ray of light in his otherwise dark life. It made him forget the horrors of the path he had chosen for himself.

For a moment, he forgot the possibly tragic fate awaiting them at the end of their three year marriage. All he wanted to do was to treasure that smile. Forever.