Dancing in the dark

Chapter 36

"So what do you want to do?" Nayeon scratched the back of her neck, trying not to stare at Mina who was wearing a mustard colored button up crop top T-shirt and blue cotton shorts, bending over to put their dirty clothes into the laundry bag.

Mina swiveled on her feet, giving Nayeon a warm smile, "Do you want to help me make breakfast?"

Mina's breath hitched when the muscles in Nayeon's arms rippled as she stirred the pancake batter. She licked them off from her long fingers and moaned, "This taste good."

Mina clenched her legs together and nodded her head in agreement, her throat too dry to form words.

When Nayeon turned on the television after breakfast, suggesting they could watch a film because she needed to divert her wavering eyes to something other than Mina's body, Mina agreed immediately.

"Come here," Nayeon patted the space between her legs and sighed in content when Mina settled between them, leaning against her.

They watched the film in silence, and Nayeon thought she had managed to have her hormones under control until Mina moved her blonde curls to a side exposing the smooth skin on her neck.

Nayeon knew she had to respect the girl's boundaries and wanted to wait for her to make the first move, but a nagging voice at the back of her head kept yelling a little make out didn't do anyone harm.

So she nuzzled their cheeks, peppering little kisses along the length of Mina's neck.

Mina turned to her side with her eyes closed, meeting the waiting lips in a hot and wet kiss. Nayeon tightened her hold around the younger girl's middle as she shoved her tongue into a gasping mouth.

A loud boom from the television broke their kiss and Nayeon chuckled nervously as she trained her eyes back on the television.

She tried to focus on the film but her fingers itched and twitched and she found herself stroking the skin on Mina's stomach and drawing patterns in them.

Mina pretended to watch the television but she was acutely aware of those skilled fingers on her heated skin.

She hoped against hope that Nayeon couldn't hear just how rapid her heart was beating.

Nayeon's chest began to pound as her fingers hiked up Mina's top just a little and travelled upwards from her stomach.

Mina felt her throat becoming parched, her chest heaving faster and deeper as the searching fingers stopped just under the side of her breast.

She didn't care if she looked desperate anymore, as her eyes fluttered shut and she threw her head back, her blonde hair falling all over Nayeon's face.

Nayeon kissed her chin, the sensitive spot under her neck and dragged her wet lips all the way to her earlobe, laying a soft kiss on it.

Mina crossed her legs as a slow heat began to travel southwards. She was sure Nayeon could hear her pounding heart now.

Nayeon swallowed thickly when her fingers moved just an inch up, and met the outlines of a lacy bra. Her face felt hot, and so was her breath on Mina's ears just as she was about to slip her fingers underneath them.

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way

The sound of a phone ringing loudly made her pull back abruptly and she panted for breath as she put a safe distance between Mina and herself.

God she was just put her hands on-

She cut her thoughts off because her face became warmer and Mina looked flushed and out of breath.

She must not have been comfortable, Nayeon felt a little ashamed how little control she had over her raging hormones really.

"I'm going to see who's calling." She quickly sprang to her feet, trying to clear the cloud of arousal in her head.

Mina nodded without looking at her, "Okay." Her voice was thick and hoarse.

"Shit shit shit." Nayeon muttered as she stared at the screen aimlessly, after ending the call.

It was her assistant to remind her she had a magazine interview scheduled the next day evening.

Be a gentlewoman She chanted to herself, Wait until she's ready.

And she managed that for the rest of the morning as they watched the film side by side, Nayeon shoving her twitchy hands inside the pockets of her hoodie so no more wandering happened.

"Nayeon-chan," Mina asked from the kitchen island, covering the phone with her hand, spinning on the chair to face the older girl, "What do you want for lunch?"

It was a simple request but Nayeon found herself staring at her girlfriend instead of answering her question.

Because the shorts she was wearing had ridden up exposing her long slender legs and Nayeon found her gaze lingering on them, and then slowly travelling upwards to the smooth sliver of skin peeking between the crop top and cotton shorts, past her round ample chest heaving in the confines of the tight top, to finally meet Mina's eyes which were smoldering with intensity.

"Nayeon-chan," Mina's voice dropped an octave as she held their gaze, "What do you want to eat?"

Nayeon thought the answer was pretty obvious.