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Storm - Yenjoo

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Late afternoon set in and the heavens had opened above them, unleashing heavy flurries of snow to blanket the city. Sharp winds blew continuous seas of white nearly impossible to see through, the air outside cold and biting as a certain couple took refuge indoors in a cocoon of thick blankets and shared body heat.

Minju lay quietly beside her lover, listening to the wind howling outside contrasting with the quiet cadence of Yena’s breathing. Her hand was resting between Yena’s breasts, just above her heart, feeling its gentle, steady beating and the rhythmic rise and fall of Yena’s chest. Minju couldn’t help the euphoric, peaceful feeling that filled her, unable even if she was willing to dismiss the contentment and serenity that came with the aftermath of their lovemaking. It was always amazing to be with Yena like this, and something as simple as lying in bed with her lover, skin to skin, was a sweet and rare indulgence.

A wandering foot rubbed against her ankle, hooking around her calf as Yena shifted beside her. Yena slipped an arm around her waist to pull her closer and Minju obliged, fitting perfectly to the curves of Yena’s body. Minju rested her head on the Yena’s shoulder as Yena began to gently stroke her hair, running her fingers through the long, chocolate tresses. “It’s still snowing. Harder than before, too,” she murmured softly, the matter-of-fact statement holding an inquiring lilt.

Minju caught the inflection to her voice, unable to hold back a small smile as she tilted her head to kiss Yena’s neck, flicking her tongue against the pulse. “The weather report said it’s supposed to storm all afternoon, going into the night. If it stays this bad, you might not make your train.”

Yena gazed up at her fondly through hooded eyes, mouth curving into a smirk. “That’s just such a pity, isn’t it?”

Minju laid a hand against Yena’s cheek, turning her head to draw Yena’s mouth to hers. Yena returned the kiss lingeringly with a thoroughness that stirred the heat inside Minju in a slow, steady flame. They parted, breathless, and Minju smiled as she leaned her head against Yena’s. A tiny smile blossomed in reply as Yena skimmed her hands up the smooth expanse of Minju back, lingering on her hips and then gently cupping her backside, earning a gasp of surprise as she lifted Minju up to straddle her.

Minju gazed down at her curiously, wondering at the new position, thought diverted when Yena reached up to cup her breasts, teasingly flicking her thumbs over the dusky nubs hardening under her touch. Minju moaned softly, grasping at Yena’s shoulders for balance when Yena suddenly reared up into a sitting position, pulling Minju tightly to her.

Her face level with Minju’s chest, Yena’s breath was hot against the sensitized skin, and Minju shivered. Yena’s mouth closed around one soft swell, suckling the nipple tight and taut between her teeth. Minju gasped her name, hands sliding up Yena’s neck to tangle in her hair, holding the Yena to her. Minju whimpered in loss when Lauren disobeyed her wishes and drew back, then cried in pleasure as Yena descended again, lavishing equal attention to the other breast.

Yena was determined to make this last. She wanted to taste Minju, touch her, and worship the glorious body the singer gave her the honor of loving.

Her hand slipped between Minju’s legs, a light caress along her inner thighs as Yena brushed against wet warmth. Minju’s sharp intake of breath was followed by Yena’s mouth on hers, tongue slipping in and Minju eagerly meeting her in a deep, fervent kiss. Yena dipped her fingers inside her lover, wet, hot and ready for her. One finger, two, and Minju moved against her hand, arching into the slide and friction.