"여보, can you get my calculator for me? It's in my bag right next to the bed."
"Did you just call me your 'honey'?" Tiffany asks as she hands over the calculator with a grin.
Taeyeon blushes slightly, but answers calmly. "Yes. Yes I did."
Tiffany plants a big fat kiss on Taeyeon's cheeks, fully equipped with a hum and a smack of her lips as she pulls away. "I love you," she whispers.
Taeyeon swiftly turns her head and captures Tiffany's lips, delivering her own deep kiss.
When she pulls away, Tiffany licks her lips happily before she pushes Taeyeon's chair so she's facing away from the desk and straddles her lap smoothly. Taeyeon grins, dropping the calculator on the desk and holding on to Tiffany's rear to keep her in place.
"Using that term...You wanna marry me, 자기야?" Tiffany whispers.
She keeps her face incredibly close to Taeyeon's, almost kissing her but not quite, with her arms around Taeyeon's neck and shoulders. Then, with their mouths almost touching, she slowly reaches out with her tongue and traces Taeyeon's bottom lip.
Taeyeon lets out a wordless noise, her hands clenching at Tiffany's flesh, before she melts with a whimper.
Tiffany pulls away just a little, eyes glinting. "What did you say?"
Taeyeon kisses her first, moving forward quickly and wrapping Tiffany's lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands slip up Tiffany's shirt, holding on to her lower back, and slide down again until her fingers are hooked onto the waistband of her pants. When she breaks the kiss, she doesn't even pull away.
"I'm so in love with you, Fany," she mutters. She kisses her again, and again. "I..." she looks like she wants to say something, staring into Tiffany's eyes for a long while, before she lays a sweet, tender kiss on Tiffany's lips. "I love you."
Tiffany's playful glint is gone, replaced with something more serious, swept up in a different feeling.
"I love you," she echoes.
Taeyeon kisses her repeatedly, quickly.
"Taeyeon," she breathes, the words washing over their joined mouths. "What were you going to say?"
Taeyeon slows to a stop, nuzzling Tiffany's face. "I don't think I should say it."
"Why not?"
"I might scare you away."
Her words confirm what Tiffany had been thinking. Tiffany leans back a little, taking Taeyeon's face in her hands.
"I want you to say it."
"Are you sure?"
Tiffany nods.
Taeyeon moves her hands over Tiffany's back, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She leans her head forward to press her lips to Tiffany's collarbone, and slowly plants a trail of kisses down her chest to the centre, where her heart is.
"Miyoung, I want to marry you."
The pressure on her chest increases and Taeyeon starts to seriously kiss Tiffany's skin, moving upwards again. As she reaches the point just by the curve of Tiffany's jaw and starts biting and sucking, Tiffany reacts strongly. She gasps, rolls her hips forward, clutches at Taeyeon and presses them together.
Taeyeon slides one hand to Tiffany's chest to cup one breast. She squeezes it gently before quickly unlatching Tiffany's bra and slipping her hand beneath the fabric to cup Tiffany's bare breast wholly. Her fingers start a slow massage as her mouth on Tiffany's neck shifts to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
Taeyeon can hear her favourite sounds again. Tiffany's breathing is heavy, accentuated with uneven, irregular little moans. Her lower body is rocking back and forth slightly, unconsciously. The chair creaks with her movements.
Suddenly Taeyeon stops. Their eyes meet, Tiffany's confused. Then Taeyeon slowly, painfully slowly, caresses Tiffany's neck and cups her face with one hand. Her other hand runs over Tiffany's chest, stomach, and unbuttons her pants, all while she maintains their locked stares.
Tiffany lifts her hips when Taeyeon starts to put her hand down her pants, making access easier, and stays slightly raised as Taeyeon's fingers settle there.
Taeyeon holds Tiffany firmly in place, keeping their eyes together. Even when she so slowly rubs Tiffany, she maintains their contact and trains Tiffany's head to face hers.
Tiffany's hips begin to move with the rhythm again, and Taeyeon lovingly watches the movements of Tiffany's face as she makes those sounds again.
After a while, she takes them a step further.
She hears that familiar whine that always leaks from Tiffany at this moment. It's her favourite of all the sounds bar the sound of Tiffany climaxing and crying her name.
She curls her toes in the carpet and shifts her legs slightly to provide better balance as Tiffany rocks with the movement of her hand.
Their lips meet again in a casual kiss, before Taeyeon goes back and takes Tiffany's bottom lip between her own for a lengthy suck followed by a pop and a moan.
"Do you wanna marry me, 여보?" Taeyeon whispers.
Tiffany's eyes are half-lidded but locked on Taeyeon's face as she moves. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes, oh god Taey-"
Taeyeon's fingers move faster, bringing the series of high-pitched yelps and moans that she was expecting. She smoothly brings Tiffany to her climax, relishing every atom of the moment. Tiffany finishes it all with a long, drawn-out moan and a sigh.
"Taeyeon," she breathes, resting her cheek against the side of Taeyeon's head. "Taeyeon."
Taeyeon turns Tiffany's head to her again and delivers a detailed, tender kiss to her mouth. After a while, Tiffany relaxes fully and climbs off Taeyeon's lap. She straightens her clothes as she stands, and Taeyeon watches her silently.
Tiffany leans down for one last quick peck before she wanders away and flops herself down onto the bed. Taeyeon's eyes track her every move, and she leans forward in her chair to rest her elbows on her knees.
"What?" Tiffany asks after a while.
"Nothing," Taeyeon responds. "Except basically, we both just said that we want to marry each other when we've only been dating for a few weeks."
Tiffany looks away. "Yes, we did."
Taeyeon stands and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. She reaches out and rests her hand on Tiffany's thigh.
"It's okay, Fany," she says quietly. "I'm not trying to pressure you or anything. I just think we need to talk."
"About what?"
"About what happens when it's time for me to go back to Korea."
Tiffany doesn't say anything for a long time. She stares at the window, even though the curtains are drawn and it would be too dark to see anything outside anyway.
"I'll just say my piece first then," Taeyeon says quietly. "I can't stay in America. My family is very important to me, and they need me. And I'm not sure I would want to live anywhere other than Korea, at least not yet. I want to spend more time in Korea."
Tiffany turns over, lying on her side with her back facing Taeyeon, and curls into a little ball of silence.
Taeyeon lies down next to her, curving against her back, and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her tight against her.
"I know you can't come with me to Korea, either. You wouldn't be able to work as a lawyer there, not when you're not fluent in the language and studied the law of another country. I could never ask you to give up that dream, and I would never let you give up."
Tiffany starts crying in earnest, letting out the emotions she had been holding back. Taeyeon holds her closer, covering her body warmly, and closes her eyes.
"We still have time," she whispers. "We still have a long time."
