After knowing that her marriage to Hyunjung was inevitable and after vagueness painted her future, Jiyeon had foreseen her future, and it hadn't included sleeping with Hyunjung more than once, let alone doing that for six months now.
Jiyeon often thinks about that, about her plans that she had to discard because they haven't been able to conceive yet. She thinks about her current life, and mostly how to avoid her family and Hyunjung's mother as much as possible.
She also thinks about Hyunjung and this... this foggy stage they're in. Fucking, almost regularly now, but not bonding.
And she wonders, for how long they're going to be stuck in this stage.
Those thoughts are impossible to avoid, and they seem to storm her mind after each orgasm that Hyunjung gives her, right when she's too relaxed to fight them off.
So Jiyeon doesn't fight them off this time, as well. She stares at the ceiling of her room and finds the sun rays painted on it to be sleep-inducing. It's late afternoon and Jiyeon has taken that day off in hopes to rest properly because the last few months have been chaotic.
And also because Hyunjung's mother has called her earlier that day, and irreversibly ruined her mood.
"Your mother is expecting us to visit the doctor tomorrow," Jiyeon informs Hyunjung, who's lying beside her; quiet and warm. "She's arranged for everything."
Hyunjung has been stroking her thighs for the past few minutes, gently and intently; fingers pressing hard yet carefully to relieve muscles and nerves from any residues of tiredness and stress. She's been skillfully altering between the two thighs; between the inner side of them and out. All while remaining so alert to not cross any lines that Jiyeon might have because this, as well, was something that they had to do.
(According to the research that Juyeon's found. Cuddling and maintaining intimate body contact after coitus should increase the chances of conceiving. Of course, cuddling has seemed a little too normal for their reality.)
Hyunjung stops her motion, and Jiyeon senses her going stiff.
But when she doesn't answer, Jiyeon turns on her side. The movement reminds her of how drenched she is with Hyunjung's scent and warmth.
It also brings her attention to the sticky mess on her groin, which Hyunjung doesn't seem to mind because she doesn't withdraw her hand from between Jiyeon's thighs.
"She thinks I'm doing it on purpose," Jiyeon says, "not getting pregnant, I mean. She didn't exactly say it, but I'm pretty sure she was implying it."
"You aren't wrong to feel that way, trust me."
She's turning red, Jiyeon notes, her jaw tight with annoyance and brows furrowed.
She's been red earlier, too; flushed from the pleasure that was built up and coiled so nicely that when it burst, it spilled endlessly onto Jiyeon's pussy.
But now she's filled with anger. The change in her features is subtle, but Jiyeon catches it.
"You know, she's as scary as my father," Jiyeon says quietly, "I didn't think that was possible."
"I'll talk to her," Hyunjung replies in a taut voice.
"I think we should go," Jiyeon says, which gains a look of shock from her wife.
