Friendships Desires and Secrets

Looks on Tempests and is Never Shaken

Alex was on the edge of dreaming and awake when she heard her phone sound off loudly. She jumped. Her startle reflex almost caused her to strike out. Then she jumped again when she felt Namjoon snake his arm around her and pull her back into his warm, arched body. He snickered softly, his warm breath tickled her ear. She shivered, and her skin raised goosebumps.
Namjoon smirked at the effect he had on her and intentionally breathed on her again as he tucked into her neck and kissed her slowly.
Alex sighed and relaxed against him, a molten burn began to churn just behind her navel.

"I need to see what that was, sweetheart."

"Nhu-uh." He almost moaned, and moved up to tease her earlobe.

Alex reached out for her phone anyway and keyed in the passcode. She quickly responded to Amy's text and tossed her phone back where it had been.

"What is it, baby?" He asked in softly inflected English.

"Not a-hundred percent sure. Something is off with Tara. Not much I can do from here, but Amy was letting us know."

"Well now you know." Namjoon kissed her jaw, simultaneously moving over her and adjusting the covers. "And are you going to leave for home any time today?" He asked in his goofy way but also pressing his growing erection into her leg.

Alex's whole being responded to his. She flushed, and suddenly, the room was too stuffy. Her heart rate doubled, and her mouth was instantly dry. She ran her hands down his sides and slipped her fingers just under the elastic of his briefs. She moaned when his lips moved down her chest to the valley between her breasts. She slipped his briefs off his well muscled hips and as far down as she could reach.
"I guess not." He answered his own question.

He did the rest, removing his briefs and kicking them away. Namjoon then pushed his hands under her back and up till his hands could grasp her shoulders. He locked her in place and pulled her down onto his erect shaft.

One moment, she was empty, a single entity. The next moment, he was fully seated, and they were joined, anchored to one another in a chaotic world. Everything else vaporized in the sea of his dark gaze. All the tempests and trials became insignificant in the scope of their union. She had missed him with all that she was, and she knew she needed him with all she ever could be. She was his, past, and future. Now, was all around and floating like the gossamer of the moans and sighs of their union.

Together, they climbed. He pulled her onto him and thrust into her concurrently. She was rapidly reaching her limit. She felt her sheath tremble as he stimulated her vigorously. Alex began to make desperate little sounds that made Namjoon's muscles tighten. He clenched his jaw with the effort of waiting for her to cum with him, and when he felt the rush of fluid around his member, he released himself into her core.

Namjoon held Alex for a long moment, savoring the after-glow. A thin sheen of sweat covered her beautifully flushed skin. Her chests rapid rise and fall began to slow. Her entire soul radiated with the love she had for him, and he basked in it like springtime sunshine. She looked at him and smiled broadly, blushing more under his admiring scrutiny. Her grey eyes began to flood as she became overwrought. Her heart squeezed in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She tried again and again and finally just closed her eyes, attempting to pool her thoughts.

"What baby?" His toned, concerned.

Her eyes still shut, she answered him. "I wish there was a better word for love."

It was his turn to shut his eyes against the threat of rain. His turn to feel like his heart would burst from its cage. He bent and kissed her gently. When he pulled back, they looked at one another. "When I said that, it was for all ARMYs, for the way they made me feel. I wish I had known that I was talking to you, too. I wish I knew your love. In a way, I did, but not like this. I wish I knew that through all the bullshit I was going through, that you were always walking there with me and hurting with me, even when you didn't know. I know you. I know you could tell."

She smiled in a small, content way. "Your eyes don't hide much, my love. I know you think they do, but they really don't." She kissed the tip of his nose, the scar at the base of his septum was visible this close. "Like I can tell there is something you want to say or ask me now. It's sitting between us like a secret I can taste."

"Then you should also know what it is."

"I think I do, but I've been wrong before."

He quirked one eyebrow in disagreement. "I doubt you could name a time you were wrong." He got up out of the bed, letting the cool morning air under the covers with a whoosh. Making his way over to her desk chair where he had deposited his clothes from the day before, he reached in the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a toboggan. He unraveled it slowly, and inside was the small black velvet bag she knew contained her engagement ring. She had left it at his place, not wanting any pressure to influence her decisions of whether to stay in the States or go home. She didn't think of the states as home, not for a long while.

"Yes, I was right." She boasted playfully.

He moved beside her bed, and she sat up, pulling the cover with her to keep from exposing her body. Some battles, she would never win. He grasped her naked hand and slowly slid the ring back where it belonged, whispering a single word. It was a question, too, and his heart tripped rapidly as he said it. "Forever?"

She watched him slide the glittering ring home. That's where it belonged. He was her home, and when he asked 'forever?' her heart responded in unison with her mind and voice. "Of course, forever! You are never getting rid of me!" They collided hard in their overly-enthusiastic embrace and laughed at one another.

Though their love was undeniable and their hearts inseparable, there was always the possibility that they would break each other. The God of destruction unites with a typhoon of chaos. Help us all.