The night flight from Oklahoma City touched down past midnight. Lin Yi's body ached from the back-to-back schedule, but his mind wasn't on rest or recovery. Not tonight.
He had spent the whole flight replaying Ashley Olsen's call in his head — the paparazzi. The more he thought about it, the more that quiet anger built inside him.
By the time the car rolled up to his villa in New York, the exhaustion had disappeared, replaced by something sharper — worry mixed with guilt. He hadn't been there.
He hit the bell, waited. A soft light flickered on inside. Moments later, the door opened.
"Lin?" Elizabeth blinked, surprised, still in a loose sweater and socks. "You didn't tell me you were coming back tonight."
"I wanted to see you." His voice was low, rough from travel and emotion.
She smiled faintly and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him. The moment he felt her warmth, the tension in his shoulders loosened a little. He held her close, breathing in the faint trace of her perfume. Then she looked up, and before either of them said another word, they kissed — long, quiet, and full of the longing that had built up over weeks of distance.
When they finally broke apart, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly. "Come in, superstar."
Lin followed her into the living room. The place was dimly lit, a candle flickering on the coffee table. She curled up on the couch beside him, but he didn't start with small talk.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.
Elizabeth froze for a second. "Tell you what?"
"The paparazzi. The things they shouted at you. Ashley told me everything."
Her expression shifted — surprise first, then defensiveness. "I didn't want to worry you. You had a game, Lin. You don't need this kind of—"
"Liz." His voice hardened, but not in anger — in concern. "You're my girlfriend. If people are harassing you, I need to know."
She looked down at her hands, fingers tightening around each other. "I just… didn't want to look like I couldn't handle it. You already get enough attention, and I didn't want to add to it. I didn't want people saying I'm with you because of the fame or the money. They already—"
Her voice cracked slightly. "They already make me feel like I'm some kind of accessory in your life."
Lin's anger — that low fire in his chest — softened instantly. He reached out, carried her up into his arms with his hands cradling her thighs. She didn't resist this time; her head rested against his shoulder, her breathing uneven.
"Liz," he said softly, "I don't care what anyone says. You're not with me for any of that. You were there when I was a rookie. There before the records, before the titles, before everything really blew up. You think I'd believe a headline over what I know about you?"
She gave a quiet laugh — short, shaky. "You're too good at this, you know that?"
He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No. I'm just telling the truth."
They stayed that way for a long while before she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with a raw intensity that cut through the dim light.
"I need you, Lin," she whispered, her voice trembling not from the previous tension but from the ache that had been building inside her for days. The harassment, the noise, the isolation—it all melted away when she looked at him like this, like he was the only anchor in her storm.
He didn't hesitate. Despite the bone-deep fatigue from the flight and the games, his body responded to her words like a spark to dry tinder. He carried her toward the bedroom, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands clutching at his shirt as if letting go would mean losing him again. The door clicked shut behind them, the room bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp.
Lin lowered her onto the bed, his hands sliding up her sweater, pushing it over her head in one fluid motion. She arched into his touch, her skin flushed and warm under his palms.
"Touch me. Feel me," she breathed, guiding his fingers to the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it quickly, tossing it aside, and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. She gasped, her hips bucking up against him, seeking friction.
"I've missed this," he murmured, his voice husky as he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth. "My addiction."
He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. Elizabeth moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer and deeper. The sound of her pleasure ignited something primal in him, chasing away the last remnants of exhaustion.
She tugged at his shirt, yanking it off him, her nails scraping lightly down his chest. "I need to feel you inside me," she said, her words urgent, desperate.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers. Lin helped her, shoving his pants down along with his boxers, his cock springing free, already hard and throbbing from the heat of her body against his.
Elizabeth's eyes darkened with hunger as she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him firmly from base to tip. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her grip. "God, Liz," he rasped, kicking off his pants completely before turning his attention to her.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties, peeling them down her legs in a slow, deliberate drag that made her shiver.
Naked now, she spread her thighs for him, her pussy glistening with arousal. Lin settled between her legs, his hands gripping her hips. She rocked against him, her clit brushing his cock, both of them panting into each other's mouths.
"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me, Lin. I need you inside."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her slick folds. With one steady thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her. Elizabeth cried out, her walls clenching around him, hot and wet and perfect. He paused for a moment, buried to the hilt, savoring the way she pulsed around his length.
Then he started moving, slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, deep and measured. She met every thrust with her own, her legs locking around his waist, urging him harder.
"HMM! Yes!, yes!, like tha~t," she gasped, her breasts bouncing with each impact. Lin's hands roamed her body, one sliding down to rub circles over her clit, making her arch and moan louder.
The exhaustion was forgotten; all that mattered was this—their bodies slamming together, skin slick with sweat, the wet sounds of him fucking her echoing in the room. He picked up the pace as he hugged her in a sitting position and pounded into her with fervent strokes, his balls slapping against her ass. Elizabeth's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her fingers clawing at his back as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
"I'm close," she panted, her pussy fluttering around his cock. "Don't stop—oh fuck!, yes–sh! Lin!"
He drove into her harder, his own release building, the pressure at the base of his spine intensifying.
"Come for me, Liz," he growled, pinching her clit lightly. That sent her over the edge. She shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a keening cry, her juices soaking his cock as she clenched and spasmed.
The sensation pulled him under, too. With a guttural groan, Lin thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, hot spurts of cum filling her up. He collapsed against her, both of them trembling, breaths mingling in the afterglow.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, locked together, his weight a comforting blanket over her. Elizabeth traced lazy patterns on his back, a soft smile curving her lips. "I love you," she whispered, the words carrying all the reassurance she needed.
"I love you too," he replied, pressing a kiss to her neck. In that intimate quiet, the world outside—the paparazzi, the headlines—faded to nothing.
Lin Yi and Elizabeth Olsen fell asleep tangled in each other's arms, their bodies pressed close under the sheets. The night passed quietly, the villa silent around them.
...
The next morning, the alarm blared, with Lin waking up first and kissing Elizabeth's shoulder. She stirred and opened her eyes, smiling at him. They got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
They brushed their teeth side by side at the sink, bumping elbows and laughing, teasing each other over who used more toothpaste. Elizabeth rinsed her mouth and turned to him.
"This feels nice," she said.
Lin soon started the shower, steam filling the room. They stepped under the warm water together. He picked up the soap and lathered his hands, then ran them over her shoulders and down her back. His fingers traced her spine, appreciating the curve of her hips. He turned her around and washed her breasts, his palms sliding over her nipples until they hardened. Elizabeth leaned into him, her hands on his chest.
"You have the best body," he said, his voice low.
He knelt and soaped her legs, moving up to her thighs and between them. His touch lingered on her pussy, gentle and thorough. She moaned softly and threaded her fingers through his wet hair.
He stood and rinsed her off, then she returned the favor, washing his chest and stomach, her hands gripping his cock for a moment before letting go. They toweled dry and dressed in robes.
In the kitchen, Lin made breakfast—eggs, toast, and fruit. They sat at the table. Elizabeth sipped coffee while he ate.
During small talk, Lin brought it up. "About the bodyguard thing last night... you were against it before."
She nodded, cutting into her eggs. "I know. I didn't want to seem paranoid or draw more attention. But after the paparazzi hassle, I get it now. Some protection makes sense."
He reached for her hand. "I'm glad you agree. It'll keep you safe."
Seeing her relax, Lin stood and pulled her from her chair. He sat back down and guided her onto his lap, her robe hitched up slightly. She settled against him, making herself comfortable.
He picked up a piece of toast and fed it to her, watching her bite and chew. She licked a crumb from her lip, and he kissed her softly.
"This is nice," she said, resting on his chest.
He fed her some fruit next, his free hand on her thigh. They stayed like that, sharing bites and quiet words, the morning calm wrapping around them.
After breakfast, Lin checked his clock. "I need to head to Madison Square Garden for training with the team."
Elizabeth slid off his lap and straightened her robe. "Go"
He kissed her once more before preparing his stuff and meeting her at the door for a final goodbye.