Just Like Now

Hearts are Burning

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It was simple as that.

He was upset. Not once. Not even once. Namjoo didn't even look at him. Her eyes, her lips, and her words were smiling each time he looked her way. And not once did she look at him.

Sehun was bitter. Even angry that Taihee kept handing her liquor shots.

And Namjoo still had his ugly cardigan tied around her waist.

He would separate her from them. He would do anything to keep her from them the rest of the night. He couldn't trust Taihee. Not Sungwoo. Not even the girls. Not Seona, because she felt Taihee was a good match for his Namjoo.

That just wasn't right.

"I'll be back," he excused after Namjoo left to buy drinks. It took her a while to return, but he wouldn't go anywhere unless he saw her first.

And maybe that was his mistake.

The door had locked on its own by the time her lips touched his. Just a few seconds earlier he smelled Taihee's cologne floating off her until the whiff of her hair calmed him. It was a nice smell. A part of him felt magically fluffed up from it.

Weird...but nice.

His eyes remained opened until Namjoo moved away. Sehun literally couldn't breathe as the silence lapsed in. Then Namjoo kissed him again. Hands still on his shoulders. He couldn't breathe again when she moved back. The ability of his heart ceased to pump. His body remained frozen during that short moment that sped forward in fast motion. And then Namjoo's hands slipped off his shoulders, her heels landing on the ground.

She was going to walk away.

He wasn't done...

The very next second he had her planted against the window as he smothered the air out of her mouth. He swore to God he was not drunk, not even the least bit buzzed but he couldn't stop. This was right. That was all.

Her whimpers made his heart race. The feel, the texture of her was all so familiar even though he never touched her like this before. Hands moving by themselves tore Taihee's hateful cardigan off her and tossed them aside. As his mouth opened to continue taking her his fingers seared across her thighs, trailing up to the hem of her shorts. He knew what she was wearing under and wasn't shy of it. Sehun knew everything about her.

Panting heavily, he moved back to pull her away from the window. Drawing the curtains close with one fast movement he yanked her shirt off before landing above her on what was supposed to be Taihee's bed. What pulsed through his brain in that moment was that he wasn't drunk. He just wasn't. Namjoo knew it too, he knew she did.

Neither of them paused.

Lips passionately entwined their breaths pulsated off each other's skin as sweat began building up. He was hot. He was ready and knew what he wanted, but Namjoo was still clothed.

"Clothes," was all he managed to mutter. Understanding his gist, she moved up to remove her shirt. Sehun stole the moment to get another whiff of her hair and skimmed his lips across her neck, his hands running down the sides of her waist.

Sehun was down on her again. Lets wrapped around him. He felt the hot of her center and her breasts touching him. The sheets blazingly warm and her body soft against his. In just a moment of 5 minutes they were bare and naked. His worst crime in history. He had lost control, didn't even know what he was doing. It was true, he thought, what he learned in high school. Sexual intercourse didn't take very long to happen, and it didn't require much.

On the other hand, he felt, he was satisfied. He was just glad Taihee wasn't here. No one had been able to touch Namjoo.

He could still hear her breathing beside him as they slept the rest of the night away.