Seungwan lays out everything she needs. She’s terribly restless and late night baking is something that has always calmed her.
Seulgi pads over to her once she’s gotten started. She’s just washed and her hair is a little damp with the fragrant scent of her fruity shampoo. Her face is all clean and she has the fluffiest cheeks and the softest eyes. It’s the Seulgi that Seungwan knows best and the one that calms her the most. Makes her feel at home. Makes things familiar.
She leans her chin on Seungwan’s shoulder from behind and peeks over at her work.
Seulgi’s nose wrinkles. “It’s so late.”
“No one’s asking you to make them with me.”
Seulgi repeats what she said in a mocking tone. Seungwan swings her elbow back, knocking her in the ribs that earns a pout and a whine but no retaliation. Seulgi hardly ever does and their banter ends short.
“Go to bed.” Seungwan tries to jostle her off with the shrug of her shoulder.
Seungwan works on the batter, adding ingredients while weight is attached to her. She doesn’t complain. It’s nice to have the company. Nice to have someone near. She’s glad it’s Seulgi because she makes silence easy. Makes it warm.
She’s cracking an egg when lips touch her cheek. The kiss is so soft that it’s hardly noticeable but Seungwan feels it and she feels the rush of warmth that flutters through her from it. She bites her lip, eyes shifting to catch a glimpse of Seulgi who still rests on her shoulder as if nothing happened.
So Seungwan acts like nothing happened. Until it happens again. Firmer this time. Lingering. The peck leaves a sliver of wetness on her cheek that cools against the air.
Her eyebrows twitch upward. “Seulgi.”
But nothing else is said.
Picking up the spoon to stir, Seungwan feels it coming this time. She feels the way Seulgi tenses up. Feels her breath brush against her neck as she turns. Feels her weight shift.
Seungwan turns at the right moment, catches Seulgi’s lips with hers and grins at the surprise in the taller girl’s eyes though she doesn’t pull away. Seulgi just keeps kissing her and batter is forgotten.
Seungwan’s body rotates, easily slots against Seulgi’s taller and leaner frame. Hands rest on her hips, drawing her nearer and Seungwan presses up into her, let’s her back arche and her arms curve around Seulgi’s neck.
Circles draw against her hipbones under the tail of her shirt and Seungwan feels them like little licks of flames. Seulgi’s mouth tastes like toothpaste and mouth wash and she sucks softly on her tongue earning a heady hum of approval.
“You’re being a distraction.”
“Oh, I know.” Seulgi smiles against her mouth.
But neither are complaining.
A knee bumps into her legs, nudging them apart until Seulgi fits perfectly between thighs and Seungwan gasps as she’s shifted upward and seated perfectly against the curve.
Seulgi knows. “She won’t look.”
But the truth is neither of them care.
Seungwan lets Seulgi hold her hips, grinding her against her as she rocks back and forth, pushing up at the right angle for her to find the best run of friction.
She rotates. Her body floods and heat rises. She feels the wetness between her thighs, the way it soaks into the cotton that now sticks against her skin and begins to dampen the inside of the night shorts she’s wearing.
She wonders if Seulgi can feel it against her own naked skin. If she’s aware of how needy Seungwan is. How it took so little to work her up but she’s too desperate to be embarrassed and she knows Seulgi wouldn’t tease her for it.
“More,” she asks, her voice uneven, and Seulgi responds.
She draws her up further and lengthens the strokes, adds to the pressure. Seungwan’s legs begin to heat up just the same as the base of her stomach has lit on fire.
Her hands slip down, ball against Seulgi’s shoulders as her head drops into her chest. Eyes flutter shut and she bites down on her lip, trying her best not to whimper.
She lifts her chin and kisses the column of Seulgi’s neck in answer who stretches back for her to paint the sensitive skin there as she pleases.
“Seungwan-ah, carful,” she warns.
Seungwan releases the pinch of flesh between her lips and soothes it with the lick of her tongue. “I—“ her breath hitches. “I know. I just—“
The small of her back hurts from where the counter stabs into it and her legs have begun to burn from being on her toes. The strings of her release pull tight but frustration coils in her chest because it’s just not enough.
She grips desperately at Seulgi’s shirt, grinding downward to try and fill the gap that is keeping her from reaching the other side but nothing works.
“Seul, I need...” she breathes shakily and she’s grateful that they share an unexplainable link because she doesn’t have to say any more.
Seulgi’s hands are cold as always as one of them touches her, poised angled downward on the edge of her waistband. In cotton shorts, it’s easy for her slide into and her leg drops away to make way for nimble fingers.
Seungwan moans when they find her clit and she’s shushed by the press of Seulgi’s hand against the back of her head that presses her face into her chest where she bites into her shirt.
“Yes, please, Seul.” It hurts in more places than between her thighs at how much she needs it.
Wetness coats fingers taken straight from the source that Seulgi plays around in. Two fingers work in perfect choreography around the entrance of tightening heat and draw back along her slit to moisten her clit, makes it slippery and silky. Easy to roll against kneading pads.
Seungwan feels her end approaching quickly. A sprint directly into the sun, each mile closer burning her ever more.
She chokes her moans in her throat, fighting back each one though few escape and they muffle into seulgi’s chest against the wild beat of her heart.
There’s a TV playing in the living room just on the other side of the wall where others sit but Seungwan can’t hear it anymore because her own pulse is in her ears and her breaths have become weighted. Heavy.
Seulgi’s strokes focus, finding the spot that makes Seungwan squirm the most. Makes her hips cant against her in sporadic rhythm.
She wonders if Seulgi knows the double meaning in those words. That the release she gives is twofold. The first leaves her breathless, open mouthed and gasping as ecstasy zips through her veins and she drenches deft fingers that diligently take her through.
The second renders her exhausted. Spent. Weighted. The stress and fatigue and restlessness hit her all at once and disperse and she clenches her jaw, forcing back the onslaught of emotions that follow the sweetest high she was just given.
“Seungwan?” Seulgi calls her name but she shakes her head.
She holds Seulgi closer instead, links her arms around her so she can’t pull back and see that there are wet drops on her cheeks. They aren’t bad. They’re tears of relief but she’s suddenly embarrassed by them.
Seulgi doesn’t ask. She only holds her back, curves herself around her small frame and strokes her spine the way she knows Seungwan likes. The way she knows Seungwan sometimes needs on bad nights and heavy weeks and relentless months.
“Thank you,” Seungwan mutters through a sniffle. Cake feels like a long distant memory and the fog that had been surrounding her has formed a clearing for her to see through.
Seulgi turns her neck and kisses her temple. “I’m here. Always.”
Seungwan smiles. So, Seulgi did know.
Because what she needed was to feel cared for and she needed to be held.
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