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"Well, let's get you home, then," Chaeyoung begins, leaning toward you to wrap an arm around your waist and guide you toward coat check, "and I will take care of that headache for you."
She calls a cab for the two of you considering you've both had drinks, and the ride home is spent in a comfortable silence. The pounding in your head eases a little as you sit next to her, fingers intertwined with her stealing glances here and there as if she has something on her mind she couldn't possibly say until the two of you are alone. A subtle grin forms over her lips that you notice out of the corner of your eye, turning your head a moment later to see her tuck loose strands of her honey blonde hair behind her ear before glancing your way.
She says nothing, but her lidded gaze and the way she licks her lips already tells you what she is thinking. The sight sparks a fire within you, making you forget all about that annoying throbbing in your temples in exchange of heat swelling between your thighs and a craving that settles in the pit of your stomach.
Chaeyoung pays the driver with a handful of bills before the two of you climb out of the taxi once you arrive at her apartment. With a giggle, she laces her fingers between your own as she pulls you along, up the set of stairs and toward the elevator. Your heart races with anticipation the moment she pushes you past the steel doors and clicks the button for the top floor, arms wrapping around your body to tell you it's nearly time for mending to begin.
"I have to be honest," she whispers next to your ear, fingertips ghosting over the expensive fabric of the dress you adorn, "I've been thinking about getting you home far too much tonight."
The words send a jolt between your thighs, her suddenly deeper, needier voice filling the small space between the two of you as the elevator rises and a simple ding echoes for each floor passed. With a bite of your lip, you suppress the whimper that builds within you as you feel her lips press against your neck, softly, slowly, teasing and tempting you with only two more floors left to go.
"We should have left sooner," you challenge her words, earning a breathy chuckle against your skin. Her hands grip your hips tighter. Her lips leave more kisses along the goosebumps she's created. It's no secret what she planned for you, how she will take care of that annoying headache, and it's no surprise to her to find out how ready you are for it.
Once the two of you reach the top floor, you step into the hall with a racing heart. She leads the way to her door, punching in a few numbers until a click of a lock allows you inside. Once the door shuts behind you both, she wastes no time peeling her coat from her body before taking your own to hang on the wall. Then her hands fall to your hips to pull you close. Her lips pick up where they left off against your neck. Quiet moans and whimpers fill her apartment as heat rushes through your body and the two of you manage to kick off your heels in the middle of it all.
"Come," is all she says with an intoxicating giggle, making your heart skip a beat from the way she bites her lip, knowing she's thinking of something else as she pulls you toward her leather sofa on the far side of the room, just past the kitchenette and long hallway that leads to her bedroom. The light from the city outside and the moon shining bright leads the way until your back hits the cushions and she falls perfectly in place between your thighs. "How's that headache of yours?" she asks between peppering kisses and chuckling at the way you whimper so breathlessly. Her hands roam your body as you try to think of an answer, feeling her lips lowering to your exposed collarbones while her fingertips trace patterns along your thighs.
