k one more for the wip word game: breath
hmmm!!!! okay. flush with choices. yipee. i will use this moment to enact my influencer campaign to get more people to watch "my mister" by sharing a piece of a fic for it that i never finished (a theme emerges). niche choice. but breath is like...an important theme line in the show so it feels apt.
And yet, with him in front of her, the silence has a new shape, and breath, too, is different, more vibrant. Not calm, but frenzied. And she almost wants to shy away, to put her headphones in and listen to it from a remove without having to experience it herself.
But she doesn’t. She pulls him to the ground, lying back on the bare wood floor, and opening her legs to him. His expression is pained again, but when she arches her back, her stomach bared by her tank top, his gaze latches to the exposed skin, his eyes dark and full of want, and when his hips slot over hers, she can feel that he is hard, and there is something gratifying in this, this physical sign of his desire. This knowledge, unavoidable, that he wants her even a fraction as much as she wants him.
And yet, Dong-hoon just holds himself still above her, his hands braced on the floor, and she wants to say, you have come this far, what are you still holding onto? His breath is wet against the side of her neck, almost ragged, but he does not move, does not grind down on her like she wants him to. And Ji-an doesn’t have the words to move him to action. She is always thinking this with him. There are no words for any of it.
send me a word and i’ll post a paragraph or two from one of my WIPs with that word in it.
