The Pianist

Colliding

Author's note: Things start to get a bit NSFW in this chapter, so proceed with caution ;>
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You held your breath as your heart pounded in your ears.

Was this crazy?? Were you insane?? Most likely.

But would you let that stop you? Definitely not.

You waited, hardly daring to breathe as the seconds passed in agonizing silence. You had no idea how Yoongi would react to the rash suggestion you had just thrown out, but it was too late to take it back now.

"What..."

Yoongi finally spoke, low as a panther.

"...did you say?"

You felt a jolt run through you as his dark eyes pinned you again. You gulped.

"I, I said..."

In a few quick steps, Yoongi crossed the room, coming to stand mere inches from you again. His rapid, irregular breathing matched your own.

You closed your eyes at the strength of his overpowering presence, and gasped when his fingers trailed down your hand, taking it in his own.

Your heart was all but jumping out of your chest as you mumbled, "we can just...keep it a secret."

Because I don't think I can hold back any longer, you wanted to add.

Your eyes flew open again as you felt his hand gently caress your cheek.

You immediately regretted opening them.

Because Yoongi was looking at you so tenderly, so focused, his entire attention on you, and yet so darkly, his eyes filled with a raw, piercing longing that looked like it was dissolving the last of his reserves.

Your breath hitched, and his eyes only grew darker as he noticed you looking.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" He said warningly.

You nodded, shivering as he slowly started pushing you back, never taking his eyes off yours.

"Because I need you to be sure...."

You gasped when you felt your back hit the front of his desk, and felt your heart pound in joyous terror and aching longing as he pressed against you.

"...exactly what you're getting into." He breathed into your ear.

And all of a sudden it was overwhelming, too much and yet absolutely not enough, and you were aching all over and felt like you would break apart if you could not touch Min Yoongi, and you couldn't take one more second so you didn't, finally, finally letting your hands trail up into his hair, tangling there and pulling yourself flush against him.

He seemed surprised at your boldness, and his eyes went a bit wide. The moment next his hands settled firmly atop your hips, and a dark smirk graced his lips as he swept his gaze over you.

"Yes. I am absolutely sure."You breathed back, lips parted, relishing the feeling of holding and being held by Min Yoongi at last.

Yoongi let out a low sigh that tasted of relief, and then tumbled forward, letting his lips collide against yours.

And all of a sudden you were kissing Min Yoongi. And Yoongi was kissing you back.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips as Yoongi made a low, guttural sound and pulled you close, closer, right up against his chest where you could feel the heavy pounding of his heart, the harsh inhale of his breath, the warmth radiating off his body like a furnace.

It awoke a storm inside you, whirling with a desperate, ravenous hunger as you let yourself fall, gave into the rough, overpowering heat of Min Yoongi holding you, touching you, kissing you......you felt like you were dissolving against him, melting outwards from the point of contact of his heated lips moving over yours...

When you felt the questioning brush of a tongue against your lower lip you didn't hesitate to open your mouth, finally tasting what that demanding, cocky, arrogant tongue that filled you with as much anger as desire could do.

And you found that Min Yoongi was a very talented kisser.

All too soon he was pulling sounds out of you that you were embarrassed to be making aloud, but he seemed to love it, teasing you and driving you even harder the more of a vocal mess you became.

He was pushing you down onto his desk, and you pulled him down with you, trapping yourself squarely between his thighs and the hard line of wood at your back. Hardly the most comfortable position in the world, but you weren't complaining, not when this was Min Yoongi pinning you down and pressing hard into your body.

He broke away to start trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck instead, and this time you really couldn't hold back the sound that escaped your lips. You clamped your hand over your mouth, but trembled at Yoongi's low moan against your throat.

"I want to hear you, ma chère." He rumbled, nuzzling your neck.

"I c-can't...there's.....people right outside the door..." you protested breathily, ignoring the jolt in your stomach his words gave you.

He paused at that, seemingly remembering for the first time that yes, you were both currently in his classroom, separated by nothing more than a flimsy, very unlocked door from the rest of the class outside, and he jerked himself back (with considerable effort), panting heavily.

You could do nothing but stare up at this gorgeous, heavenly, disheveled man that hung over you with tussled hair and parted lips, color high in his cheeks and shirt hanging rumpled and crooked over his chest.
The sight of him made you ache.

"Merde. Merde. I need to stop. I really need to stop." Yoongi exhaled shakily, dragging his hands through his hair.

"Why?" You asked.

Yoongi's eyes darkened, and he leaned back down over you, bracing both hands on either side.

"Because if I don't force myself to stop I'll have you, right here, right now. Damned be the consequences." He growled, the words rumbling in his chest and shooting a dangerous thrill down your spine.

"Oh." You swallowed, not knowing how to react to his shocking, terribly enticing words.

He gazed deep into your eyes for five, six, seven seconds, until you thought he really was going to give in and kiss you again, but suddenly he jerked himself away from you, straightening up and clearing his throat.

You let out the breath you had been subconsciously holding in, and straightened yourself up over the desk.

What had you just done?

You grinned roguishly as both you and Yoongi straightened up your clothes and hair in charged silence.

You didn't care anymore.

It was your secret, and now that you had him, you didn't think you'd be able to stop.

Everything would be different now.