A faint sound enters her mind, waking her up and cutting through her brain, making the spinning feeling inside it more rapid and unsteady and she clenches her jaw, trying to soothe the pain as she feels the veins on her forehead popping out, pounding harshly. Her throat feels dry and even as she moves a little, it hurts her head. Her eyes are still shut tightly, but she knows it's day already judging by the faint light that hits her eyelids, warm and bright. But then the faint sound a few seconds ago turns into light thumps against the wooden floor, and she recognizes it as footsteps, approaching her slowly. She ignores it and she tries to let sleep engulfs her again, but she feels a weight dips down in front of her, making her grunts quietly.
"Hyunjung."
She hears softly, and she recognizes the voice immediately, so she keeps her eyes closed, sighing in relief that it's her and not someone else. She inhales slowly, the familiar lavender scent evading her nose, and it eases her. It eases her messed up mind, the mind that's filled with too many unsolved problems. She has always loved her lavender scent. It makes her feel like she's the only person in the world who has the special scent on her body.
"Hyunjung, wake up." She's already awake, but she lets her eyes get their deserved rest after a few long nights of staying up, working and staring at the bright laptop screen all day. To show the person that she's awake, she brings her hand up to her face, shielding the bright source of light, and rubbing her eyes tiredly, pushing the sleepiness away. Finally, when she feels like she's ready, she cracks open her eyes slowly, and she grunts when the sunlight penetrates her eyes, burning it and making her turn to lay closer to her wife's body, so that it's blocking her, and she closes her eyes again.
"Were you drinking last night?"
"Yes." She croaks out, and it shows, by how hoarse her voice is, and how she can smell the alcohol in her own breath. She buries her head in the woman's jacket, letting warmth seep through her cold cheeks, and she opens her eyes, adjusting to the bright living room as she slowly and painfully, sits up and inches closer to her wife, and when she turns her head to look at her, she finds a pair of eyes staring back at her.
"Why?"
Comes out of Kim Jiyeon's pretty pink lips. Sometimes she wonders, whether it's Jiyeon who takes her surname, or her who takes Jiyeon's, and everytime she thinks about it she laughs. Hyunjung leans closer to her, laying her head on Jiyeon's shoulder, sighing peacefully at the warmth the woman is radiating, and it calms her nerves.
"I miss you." She mutters quietly, her breath hitting her neck and she inhales her expensive perfume, but despite that, Hyunjung can still smell the lavender shampoo and body lotion. It's not a lie, obviously, since Jiyeon has been away these past few weeks, going out of the country to attend some executive meeting regarding her company's branch in Paris. At the age of twenty-nine, Kim Jiyeon is an aspiring fashion director, model, and wife to The Kim Hyunjung, CEO of the richest manufacturing company in Korea, with her brand going international and competing with other exclusive ones all around the world. But even with the strings of digits tied to their names, with how much worth the two of them are when combined together, Hyunjung and Jiyeon are still human. They're still in love, like a normal human being.
"I'm sorry. I know I said I was going away for only a week, but things got worse and I had to interfere." Jiyeon brings her hand up to push some of the strands away from Hyunjung's face, and then that she confirms Hyunjung is wearing her work attire, because of the white button up shirt and black slacks, and the coat on the floor not far away from the couch, looking like it's been thrown carelessly.
"Did you go drinking alone?"
Shaking her head and at the same time trying to lose the dizziness inside her head, she answers, "No, I went out with Juyeon."
Jiyeon nods, relieved drains through her as she stares outside the big glass window in their living room, noting that it's almost afternoon as she sees the sun up high in the sky. Hyunjung, who is about to close her eyes again, nuzzles her wife's neck as she places her hand on Jiyeon's lap, and occasionally, she feels Jiyeon's hand on top of hers.
"Are you mad?" She asks groggily while putting her other hand on the couch, letting it dips underneath her touch as she stares at Jiyeon through her sleepy eyes. Jiyeon turns slowly, and their noses brush against each other.
"No. I'm just worried." Her breath hit her lips, and Hyunjung shivers. Passing out on the couch during winter in her work attire is a bad idea. She feels like she's getting cramps in her legs. She's already thirty for goodness sake.
Jiyeon stares at her, and then she feels her arm snake around her waist, playing with the waistband of her pants. The cold surrounding them is replaced with the heat between their bodies. Hyunjung untangles her hand from Jiyeon's hold and brings it up to the woman's face, caressing it carefully as she pulls her closer and meets their lips in a gentle, sweet kiss. Hyunjung sighs quietly, when her lips are finally touching with Jiyeon's. The lips that she's been craving for the past weeks, the scent that she's been wanting to smell as she drowns in them, and the feeling of Jiyeon's body pressing up on her.
The kiss turns long and hot, as they bite each other's lips intentionally, their desperation of wanting each other exposed. Hyunjung leans more as she slides her hand to the small back of Jiyeon's, pulling her closer, and she feels her legs go up to her lap.
She relents to the feeling of Jiyeon's hands stroking her cheeks, and grunts in pleasure when Jiyeon tugs on her bottom lip with her teeth. While her hands travel around her body, Hyunjung decides to push away Jiyeon's distracting trench coat and it falls onto the hardwood floor underneath her legs, revealing a pink floral blouse and black leather pants.
They pull away from each other with unsteady breaths and gasps as the both of them stare at each other through hooded lashes.
"You taste like beer." She says while her hand slides down to Hyunjung's chest, plucking the button of her shirt with her fingers.
There's just something about Hyunjung in work attire that makes her more attractive.
"You taste like vanilla milkshake."
"Oh?" Jiyeon looks at her in surprise while grinning happily despite her fingers working their way on unbuttoning Hyunjung's shirt.
"You guessed right. I ate McDonald's this morning." Hyunjung chuckles lowly, thinking that it's ridiculously cute that Jiyeon eats Mcdonald's even if she's already in Korea, while Hyunjung's pretty sure she eats a lot of them in Paris.
"You're cute." She says sincerely as she stands up with Jiyeon in her arms, trying to stable herself despite the spinning inside her head and Jiyeon gasps at the sudden action. Jiyeon looks at her then, through thick lashes and eyes that are filled with desire and hunger.
Hyunjung only realizes Jiyeon already unbutton her shirt fully when she pushes it off her shoulder in a haste as she brings her in another deep and wet kiss. Cold engulfs her, but it's soon replaced with the warmth of Jiyeon's hands on her shoulder and back. She hears the thrum of her own heart in her ear, beating rapidly even if she had kissed her a lot of times already. Jiyeon nips her lip, and then pushes her tongue inside her mouth as her hand massages Hyunjung's spine, making her sigh in content as she carries Jiyeon to their bedroom.
Their hot, shaky breaths fill the coldness surrounding them, and Jiyeon works her way on unbuttoning her own blouse while Hyunjung pushes their bedroom door, stepping inside and closing it with her legs as she brings Jiyeon to the king sized bed. When Hyunjung leans in, she sees Jiyeon looking at her with something that she can't describe in her eyes.
Anger? No. Lust? Maybe.
"I love you." She mutters, pulling Hyunjung closer and kissing her lips fondly. When they break apart, Jiyeon smiles at her, and suddenly everything seems fine. The dizziness is gone, her problems pushed away and it's only Jiyeon and her at the moment, drowning in each other's affection for each other.
"I love you too." She replies as she kisses Jiyeon on the lips one last time.
Behind the closed door, their choked moans and gasps fill the room while their bodies press up against each other and pleasuring and filling up the desire they had been craving for a while as they mark each other with their teeth all over each other's body. Even so, out of all things, Hyunjung is just glad that Jiyeon is there with her now.
