Into the Flames

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I yawn as I stretch, muscles sore and eyes filmy with sleep. I am vaguely cognizant as I roll over, and the feeling of a heated, bare chest beneath my head fills me with peace. I smile as I wrap my arms and legs around him, seeking the comfort of his warmth. I snuggle my face into his neck for good measure, and as he wraps his arm around me I am the happiest I can ever remember being in my life. I feel like I'm soaring as I think about last night.

We'd nearly fallen asleep on the beach but luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, in my clumsiness I'd spilled the contents of the basket we'd previously completely ignored. That woke Yoongi with speed the likes of which I have never seen. Of course, when we got home we'd immediately needed a shower. I flush a little, just a bit, as I remember the way he'd taken me against the shower's tiled wall. The bed hadn't been spared from our activities either, in fact, I'd say that we'd christened just about every surface in his bedroom. "His bedroom!"

I groan as I think about how disrespectful last night was to his parents. I screwed their famous son (in their house) and they don't even know that I am here. I am certain that I know what his parents would think of me if they knew. And yet, I don't regret it. Last night only strengthened my resolve to allow myself to love Yoongi. And, not only that, but to allow him to love me in return. There is no turning back for me now, but there probably never was to begin with.

"Let's go back to sleep, jagi," Yoongi says with a small yawn. He pulls me in even closer, until not even an inch separates our bodies. I giggle just a little when tufts of his bangs tickle my nose as he leans down to kiss me.

"I like your hair like this," I tell him, smiling softly.

"Really? I'm sure they're gonna change it soon. I'm surprised it stayed this color for so long." He kisses the tip of my nose this time and I nearly burst with happiness. "Is there a particular color you'd like to see?" He asks me.

I bury my face into his chest, giddy and embarrassed all at the same time, but I nod my head nonetheless. "I think you look amazing no matter what you do, but I do want to see your hair grey again," I mumble into his skin.

"Consider it done," he tells me. I may not be able to see his face, but I am sure that he is smiling. "I'm sure that if I ask for a specific color they'll oblige me."

Our moment of serenity is broken by the shrill ringing of Yoongi's cellphone. With respective groans we release each other, and as Yoongi rolls over to grab his cell I get a glimpse of his bare ass. I don't even bother fighting the urge to touch it.

"Stop! Or we're never getting out of this bed," he tells me salaciously. I shiver slightly in response.

"That does sound terribly tempting," I say, my words at a near whisper. I can't seem to control the volume of my own voice. Forgetting the phone entirely, he rolls back over quickly, and now he is facing me. I wrap my arms around him, and begin to trace small patterns into the exposed skin of his back.

The phone stops ringing, and Yoongi gives up on the idea of retrieving it, distracted as he is by my now bold, wandering hands. "You didn't get enough last night?" He asks huskily.

I am lost on cloud nine as he begins kissing my neck. "You asked for it," I groan.

"Is that so?" Yoongi questions. "And just what did I do to provoke this?"

I look up, heart fluttering at the sight of his soft face split into a smirk. "You love me," I tell him softly. Such a meaningful statement. One that leaves me utterly bare and vulnerable before him.

His eyes glisten with unshed tears of joy as he closes the distance between us. Within the blink of an eye he is over me, kissing me, and embracing me so tightly that there is no room for fear or doubt in my heart.