𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

28

When her breath seems like fading into thin air and running out inside of her with her own soul, Dahyun snapped back into reality when it strangely went back inside her along an audible gasp.

Sana looked over to her from looking in front of Dahyun's bedroom mirror and slipping her dress back, with a concerned expression written across her face.

The moon was still up and Sana was dizzy with all the wine she consumed from earlier (and also probably becausr of Dahyun). But she could still walk without stumbling down that she thought was enough for Dahyun to let her drive.

They settled along with the comfortable silence enveloping their senses and trying to lull them to sleep.

The mattress was very soft and incredibly inviting right now but Sana refuses to give in on the voice inside her head that keeps telling her how good it must be to lie down and cuddle with Dahyun on it.

The woman had her eyes all over Sana's exposed back, remembering all the places that she left kisses on and how good it felt.

"What's wrong?" Sana questioned after brushing off the tinge of pink spreading on her cheeks. She took the dress she had on her a while ago that was pooling underneath her body on the floor and casually slipped it on herself but not without struggling to reach for the zipper behind to close it.

Dahyun noticed this, Sana knows when eyes are on her. And so she performs. She knew exactly how exhilarating it'll be for her audience when she does something and they'll end up breathless. Sana's like a tornado, once she's done her work, she will leave you wrecked yet wanting for more.

She didn't notice that Dahyun was already out of her seat on the end of the bed and was striding towards her silently, so when Dahyun had volunteered to zip up the dress for Sana without saying a word─the coldness of Dahyun's fingertips that accidentally glided across Sana's back startled her, but she let Dahyun, nevertheless, even after a comical yelp she just let out.

Sana closed her eyes, expecting to hear the sound of the zipper being closed, but instead, the once cold to the touch fingertips of her Dahyun went inside the small space between Sana's back and the dress, the touch creating such friction against the Japanese's skin.

Sana let out a breath and leaned onto the warmth of Dahyun behind her as her hands graze the soft skin on Sana's tummy, tugging the hem of Dahyun's shirt so she could pull her closer. Dahyun obliged when she went to cradle Sana in between her arms while her hands were now resting on Sana's shoulders, giving it a soft squeeze and a kiss.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Sana rested her head on Dahyun's own shoulder and flutter her eyes close, intertwining their fingers beside them and choosing to stay and take in the moment. The question did not do something on Dahyun's expression, but deep inside, it stirred something and ignite a misplaced jealousy she's keeping somwhere within her. Dahyun brought her hands up and caress Sana's cheeks with it, she made Sana face her and steal a kiss on her lips that the woman didn't mind at all.

If the question made something unpleasant wrapped around her heart and tug it strings, it also felt such calmness and even familiarity. It made Dahyun happy of the thought that Sana knew her to the point that she'll recognize the face Dahyun make when something's bothering her.

Something rose within her heart, but the unpleasant thing still sat there unbothered.

Dahyun pulled back both her hands and snaked it around Sana's waist while leaving a trail of gentle kisses on her neck, "You could tell?" She murmured against her skin.

Sana needed to hold on tighter, because she knew that her knees would betray her and she'd stumble down the floor with every kisses Dahyun's leaving on her skin, "Of course, you always had that look on your face whenever." Sana lowly chuckled.