The Art of Revenge

Chapter 8

You woke up the next morning bright and early after another night of great sex... like really, really great sex. You didn't stay up all night, the way you had on your first night together, but you did make love until the early hours of the morning. But last night, everything between you was just so much more... intense.

You looked over to look at a sleeping Jungkook beside you, and admired the soft way his bare chest rose and fell with each of his deep breaths. It made you think of how good it felt when that chest of his was dragging over your hardened nipples, while he had you caged beneath him and was rolling his body into yours. You remembered the breathy way he moaned your name, or called you "baby" or told you how fucking good it felt to be inside you. And you remembered when he could no longer form words, how instead his appreciation and mounting pleasure began to wheeze out of him in whining pants. And when he came... God, you loved how he crushed your body, and the hard way he ground his pelvis into yours. Most of all, you remembered the feel of him shuttering in your arms with every single burst of pleasure he spilled into you.

The sex had been sensual, sweet, and dirty - and your minds and bodies had been so incredibly in sync. You marveled at how you had achieved such intimacy with someone you weren't in a relationship with, nonetheless, someone you hardly knew. Wasn't that kind of connection reserved for great loves? Or was it reserved for people who had no-strings arrangements? Was it the lack of attachment that allowed all your inhibitions to be cast aside - because you didn't worry if he saw you completely undone, or cared that he knew how crazy he made you feel?

The sex had also been long and unrushed. Instead of fighting to come as many times as you could fit into a night, you both were patient... taking your time to pleasure each other, to tease each other, to drink in every single sensation, and bring yourselves to the brink over and over again - until finally you came, and it felt like every unsung orgasm had burst out of your soul all at once.

After it was all said and done, after you cleaned yourselves up in an unnecessarily long shower together, you changed the sheets (because, well, that was necessary.) Then, you crawled back into bed, and you fell asleep over his chest to the steady lullaby of his heartbeat, and the feeling of his fingers tracing the length of your spine.

Now, you looked past Jungkook to the alarm clock on his side of the bed. You were surprised to see it was barely half-past six. But after the week you had, you figured your survival response was kicking your REM cycle to the curb. You pulled yourself out of bed and tiptoed off towards the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen-minutes later, you sat on the edge of the mattress, hovering over a still-sleeping Jungkook. Just as he had woken you up a couple days ago, you smoothed a palm gingerly over him, and called his name softly until he began to stir.

He opened his eyes, just enough to see that it was you above him, but then close them again as sleep fought to keep him from you.

"Hey," he said groggily, stretching a blind hand out to touch you, finding gentle purchase over your wrist.

"I'm gonna go into town for a little bit," you said softly.

"Mm," he acknowledged with a subtle nod. "Just gimme a minute, I'll come with you."

"No, stay. Sleep. I'll get out of your hair for a bit."

"I like you in my hair."

You bit down on your beaming smile. "Do you need anything?"

"Mmmm," he hummed again as he thought. "Where are you going?"

"I was going to get a present for Hyejin."

"You don't need to do that. I got her something."

"I want to. I'm just gonna get a bottle of wine."

"I have wine. You can take one."