Winter Hearts

Still Here

Siana sipped her tea and had the last of her breakfast as she leaned back and chewed distractedly, shaking her legs anxiously under the table. She was dressed for exercise, but she was still trying to decide what to do.

The night before had been eventful to say the least, and she had felt emotionally drained by the time she had sat in front of the television.

It had been a pleasant surprise to find a tired Taekwoon outside her door, and even more pleasant that he had come with a very singular intention.

She blushed as she thought of how singularly he had paid attention to carrying his intention out.

She also loved that he seemed to wait on her pleasure - when he could control himself - which she found was very erotic. And this morning when he had finally awoken, he had lain in her embrace, partially over her body, and sighed as she traced her fingers slowly up and down his back. She got a tantalising glimpse into how he was in a relaxed state, and found that he was playful, and a little clingy. When she tried to shift out from under him, he tightened his hold and buried his face into her neck. When she laughed, he looked at her with puppy-eyed indignation, as if he couldn't believe she would laugh at him so.

When he finally got up to have a shower, it felt as if he left her too harshly, and the weight of his body that she had tried to shift, was now replaced by the nothingness of air. Cold air, at that. She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of the weight of his body on hers the night before, and her body began to warm and respond to those thoughts again.

When he came out of the bathroom, he had a towel wrapped around his hips, his wet hair a glistening mop as he looked around for his clothes. As he moved, she secretly wished the towel would lose its hold on him and fall off. Although they had been up close and personal, she hadn't yet seen all his body all at once. Besides her sight, she had used more of her other senses, like taste, and touch, to get to know that body. She felt her heartbeat quickening, and wanted for him to come back to bed - but he was preoccupied.

He seemed to have trouble remembering where he had deposited each item of clothing. He found the coat, which had slithered to the floor from where he had thrown it on their way to the bed. His top was on the ground by the foot of the bed, where they had paused to remove it together before falling into it. His pants...

Siana could see him retracing his steps, and waited for him to finally look at her. She knew the pants were somewhere in the sheets, as they had dragged them off together as they lay on the bed. She was on her side, twisting to look back at him as he pottered around, clothes in his hands.

"Need help?" she asked. He looked at her, only to stop in his tracks. His view of her body, partially covered by the sheets, made his eyes widen momentarily.

"I need to get dressed," he said, his eyes on her hips and derriere. He stepped forward to put the clothes down, then crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, fast approaching her from the foot of it. Siana could feel her blood quickening, and she watched as his eyebrows furrowed, making his face look angry. Hot.

He grabbed her and turned her onto her back, making her gasp. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and grabbed her wrists, bringing them up above her head and pinning them down in the pillows with his hands.

"Are you hiding them from me?"

She shook her head. He kissed her, opening her mouth with his tongue, but when she tried to kiss back, he pulled away. She gasped, breathless.

"Do you know where they are?"

She looked at him, trying to guess which answer would get her another kiss. His eyes were stern, but she could feel him leaning into her body, and guessed that no matter what she said, things were going to go the way she wanted them to go.