Just a collection of oneshots of my favorite Twice ship. Expect lots of fluff and maybe a little bit of angst, but absolutely no deaths because I hate when that happens. Let 2yeon live!
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"During the Victorian era, gardenias became a symbol of secret love and affection. In a society where expressing emotions openly was often frowned upon, the language of flowers provided a way for individuals to communicate their feelings discreetly. Gardenias, with their delicate white petals and intoxicating fragrance, were often used to convey messages of secret admiration and hidden love. They represented the longing and desire that was prevalent in this era of whispered affections and unspoken desires." - Tracy Kane, garvillo.com
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Nayeon's heart races like it always does as Jeongyeon's fingers skim down her legs while she pulls the last piece of clothing off her body. She stands with her back to the younger woman, completely exposed to her, but it doesn't scare her to be so vulnerable. Jeongyeon makes her feel safe. There's never been a time where Nayeon has felt anything less than protected and loved and cared for in Jeongyeon's presence.
Jeongyeon rises from her knees and stands to her full height, pressing herself against Nayeon's back. She ghosts her lips over the small gardenia tattoo that sits on Nayeon's left shoulder blade. A matching tattoo is etched into the same spot on Jeongyeon's body, a symbol that only they understand, a symbol that they only allow each other to touch. Nayeon shivers at the contact. Heat pools between her legs and a hunger so strong it almost overwhelms her burns in her body. She turns in Jeongyeon's arms and brings the taller woman's face down so she can kiss her.
Their lips press together, sliding slowly against each other while Nayeon runs her hands through Jeongyeon's hair. They don't rush. There's no need to hurry because they have all night. Jeongyeon grips Nayeon's hips and pulls her closer. Even after all this time, it still feels new, like they're discovering each other all over again yet feeling as if they've been doing this for a lifetime, maybe over the span of several lifetimes even. A soft moan escapes Jeongyeon's mouth when Nayeon's fingers tug on a few strands of her black hair. The older woman doesn't waste the opportunity and slips her tongue inside her lover's mouth where they clash with one another. She can't help it when a soft moan slips from her too.
Her hands push at Jeongyeon's chest and it's a signal that Jeongyeon understands well. With practiced ease, she reaches down to settle her hands on the back of Nayeon's thighs and Nayeon wraps her arms around her neck, holding her tight, then jumps into her strong embrace, legs wrapped securely around Jeongyeon's waist. Jeongyeon guides them to the bed and gently lays Nayeon down, never once stopping her lips from having contact with some part of her soft, milky white skin.
Jeongyeon hovers over her, looking at her with so much love Nayeon wants to cry, then leans down and whispers sweetly, "I love you."
"I love you too. So much Jeongyeon," Nayeon whispers just as reverently, equally as tender.
She intertwines their hands, bringing Jeongyeon's to her mouth, then touches her lips to the small band on the woman's ring finger. Jeongyeon's eyes soften at the sweet gesture. She beckons for Nayeon's other hand where a matching ring sits on her delicate, long finger and copies the gesture, pressing her lips to the gold band.
