Once in a lifetime

I'm under your skies

Placing his phone down she grabbed her pillow and walked away.

"Amara wait" as he noted what she had seen.
"I need you to leave me for a bit" she kept walking.
"Amara" as he chased after her. "It's not like that" which she knew, she just didn't care for an explanation right now.

She walked into the lounge and turned on the tv, she needed a distraction. After what she did to Ji-hoon she had told Sung-ho to get her transferred. Hwa-Young whom she detested, that set women back 100 years with her flirty laugh and need to be saved.

"Amara.." she ignored him.
"I need you to go" she breathed in, perhaps it had hurt more than she thought.
"Answer me first" she looked in dead in the eye as he waited sighing. He wasn't going to get anywhere with her when she was like this.

Yoongi had asked her a while back what happened, it wasn't her place to tell but Ji-hoon hadn't told anyone aside from her and Sung-ho. That she persistently sought him out until his long term girlfriend almost left him, her boundaries were almost non existent but Hwa-Young wasn't stupid enough to push her buttons back then.

Now messaging Yoongi had her reeling.
"I didn't reply" but he had hid it from her, she laid down on her pillow and buried her face as she took a sharp breath in when the pain flooded her.
"Yoongi its fine" it was sharp as she inhaled and looked at the tv.
"Are you trying to convince yourself or get me to leave?" searching her eyes for a weak spot.
"Both" as she glared into his soul. At least she was being honest about being upset.
Working out what it was all about and exactly how much trouble he was in would would harder, then working out how much it would take for her to forgive him.

She was an easy read when she was mad or upset, she walked away and she hated talking when she was mad. She had a very sharp tongue and she didn't hold back, he had watched her once get upset with Sung-ho and the cold war lasted the day. Sung-ho was the one who approached her first, she was almost never wrong. It was probably a premonition into his future watching her and Sung-ho battle it out. They rarely fought, she treated them as brothers and probably the only men he didn't feel too threatened by who were around her.

He owed Sung-ho and Ji-hoon for helping him get her back, without them she wouldn't have appeared in front of him. They were her friends, she told them things and plotted with them.. sometimes to his benefit and her coming back was with their helping hand. The first night was seared into his memory.

He worked away on his laptop, sitting in bed against the headboard in the hotel room as she showered in the en-suite, walking out in his oversized tee and her hair in a bun.
She grabbed her phone from his nightstand as he moved his laptop to the table before she placed it back down and straddled him, kissing him softly.

As her lips moved down his neck he had grabbed her waist and pulled her in. She had undone his button on his jeans before he had even noticed. Pulling his shirt over her head, he watched her hair fall down over her shoulders and brush against her silky smooth skin. Her perky breasts that seemed to be made just for him, as he took one in his hand.

Taking her mouth in his, he wanted her as much as he did the day they were tipsy and slept together. She lowered herself down as she moaned, he wasn't letting her go and held her mouth in a kiss.

She had held onto the headboard with one hand and grinded up against him, slowly he could feel her muscles tighten and her breathing heighten.

She kissed him slowly down to his neck, in the crevice between his collarbone and shoulder she sucked down hard as he took a deep breath in and bit down on his lip, she was tantalising.

He could feel how close she was, how wet she was for him. Grabbing onto her waist he had sunk her into him, her movements that got faster going up and down on him as he let out a moan. His hand snaked through her hair as he pulled her lips to his, and he shoved her down hard on his cock feeling her come with him.