Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝘀𝗶𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻 | dearer you cannot be

Reader Is: Neutral Age (Non-DC AU)
Categories: Fluff, Smut
Preferences: Top (Siyeon), Bottom (Reader)
Summary: Siyeon inspires the reader.

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"Dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart – perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening – Oh if you let me, how happy I shall be!" – Emily Dickinson, to Susan Huntington Dickinson

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Lee Siyeon sits at your desk and you on your bed, notebook and pen in hand. Your ink pot is balancing dangerously on your quilt, but you can't be bothered to move Siyeon from where she sits to give it a sturdier surface. She looks too peaceful to do that, and besides, what good is it to move your subject when you're inspired by her as she's posed?

You write slowly to avoid a shaky outcome.

'One page remains

yet a million words –

to sum them all

is naught but 'Her!''

"Siyeonie."

"Yes, darling," Siyeon hums. She places a finger on the last word she's read, looking over at you.

"I feel quite sleepy when you draw a fire like that."

Siyeon chuckles. She looks over at the roaring hearth and clicks her tongue. "'Spose I got a little carried away, d'you think?"

"It's quite alright," you assure her quickly, "I just think – we ought to go to bed, now that it's late enough."

"To bed." Siyeon glances at her novel, then at the pendulum clock on the flocked wall. "Alright, I'll take care of the fire, then."

'Should have I no paper,

bind your body unwritten –

my fingers dipped ink,

let us write what is hidden.'

In her soft white nightgown, Siyeon looks like an angel above you. She takes your inkwell and arranges it as it normally goes on your desk, then does likewise with your notebook. She replaces your empty hands with her waist and a grin.

"Oh, Siyeonie, do come close..."

She giggles girlishly as her nose brushes yours. Without her usual, bothersome corset and bustle and what have you, she's small and meek in your arms; an intimate treasure.

"Darling – darling..." The pet name is all you can say. You're momentarily at a loss for words, stricken by her eyes.

Siyeon takes the opportunity to press her lips to yours.

She tastes wonderfully; of the food and drink she's enjoyed, of fresh air, of everything sweet and good. She smells likewise, feels so soft and lithe in your grasp, and you can't help but to whimper into her touch.

Siyeon's affectionate touch guides you onto the bed, nestling you within its forgiving comfort. It's cozy; only the perfect size for lovers. Her wanton touch strays to the collar of your dress as she kisses down your neck.

'The greatest gift given

is a lifetime's worth Words –

so tell me, my Love,

of your yearn to be heard!'

"Clothing – darling – it's better if you – quite hot—"

Though your sentence is mere babble, Siyeon understands it all the same. She sits you up and finds the hem of your nightgown. It's over your head in a flash, leaving you bare beneath her. A bit embarrassed, you rip off her shift too. She doesn't mind a bit, in fact, she bears a playful grin. She lies you flat and replaces your clothing with the quilt around both of you – "Really, my love, don't want you to get chilled, because you will!"