Mingyu and Iris strolled into the secluded glade, hand in hand, taking in the scene before them. Couples were scattered about, attempting to create pottery under the watchful eye of a master potter. Most of their attempts were laughable, but the atmosphere was light and playful, making it the perfect setting for a date.
As one couple finished up and left, Mingyu and Iris approached the wheel, ready to try their hand at pottery. The master potter greeted them with a warm smile and handed them each an apron. Mingyu quickly tied his around his waist and moved behind Iris, ready to guide her.
Mingyu kneaded the clay, working it until it reached a smooth consistency. Iris watched in fascination as he transformed the rough lump into something malleable and ready to be shaped. She placed the clay on the wheel, her hands trembling slightly with excitement.
As she began to shape the clay with various tools, Mingyu couldn't help but lean in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Remember that time we were making love and that vase fell off the shelf?" he whispered, his voice low and suggestive.
Iris blushed at the memory, her hands slipping on the tools. "Stop it, Mingyu," she scolded, trying to regain her focus. But he only moved closer, his body pressing against hers.
"You were so angry that I ruined your vase," he continued, his lips brushing against her ear. "I wonder if you'll be as angry if I ruin this one."
Iris playfully rolled her eyes, trying to hide her growing arousal. "You're such a tease," she said, trying to sound annoyed. But Mingyu only chuckled, his hands resting on her hips.
"I can't help it," he said, his voice husky. "You're just so damn sexy when you're focused on something."
Iris huffed, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "Well, if you don't stop distracting me, I'm going to make a mistake," she warned.
But Mingyu only continued to tease her, his whispers becoming more and more suggestive. Iris's frustration grew, her hands slipping on the clay as she tried to shape it.
"Mingyu, stop it!" she finally snapped, pulling away from him. "I can't concentrate when you're acting like this."
Mingyu sighed, stepping back. "Fine, I'll behave," he said, his hands held up in surrender.
Iris took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She focused on the clay, her hands moving with more confidence. She decided to create a small vase, and Mingyu offered to help.
As they worked together, the tension between them dissipated. Iris couldn't help but laugh as Mingyu made a joke, his hands skillfully shaping the clay.
When they finished, Iris playfully threatened Mingyu. "If you ever distract me like that again, I'll make sure you never touch clay again," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mingyu chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I promise, I'll be good," he said.
Iris smiled, her hand brushing against his. "I know you will," she said.
Mingyu complimented Iris's work, his eyes shining with pride. Iris thanked him, her hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face.
As they left the glade, hand in hand, Iris couldn't help but feel grateful for Mingyu's playful antics. He may have distracted her, but he had also made the experience unforgettable.
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