"Ooh…yes… mm… yes—oh…"
The living room was dead quiet aside from the sounds of pleasure and gasping that blasted through the high definition audio system. Tiffany sat on the couch, rigid and bright red face buried in her palms in embarrassment. Beside her was Taeyeon whose complete attention was on the 65 inch plasma TV, eyes rapt and jaw slacked at the rather explicit lovemaking scene.
"Ngh…right there… mhm…"
To say that the whole situation was 'awkward' would be putting it very mildly. Fucking awkward on the other hand, sounded much better in Tiffany's opinion. She wasn't sure if it was to her relief or annoyance that Taeyeon didn't seem quite as bothered as her. After a quick realization, Tiffany deduced that Taeyeon probably doesn't even get the whole thing about sex. Did aliens even have sex? Probably. But Tiffany was sure as hell she wasn't going to ask Taeyeon about it and dig herself further in the appalling awkwardness in the process. She's just glad that the alien hasn't started asking ques—
"Hey, uh, Fany?"
Tiffany swallows a groan. She reprimands herself for not hiding her R-18 films better and letting Taeyeon dig through them. She would have stopped the alien if the movie hadn't already started when she joined the girl in the living room after she showered. Tiffany initially had no idea that the movie was part of her rated stash because it was old and she had little recollection of it but twenty minutes into the film, everything slowly came back to her. She tried talking Taeyeon into watching something else and the girl cutely pouted at her and asked Why? and Tiffany couldn't exactly give a reason good enough to persuade her.
The knot in her throat was making it hard for Tiffany to talk but she mentally prays to the heavens that her sanity would remain with her throughout the upcoming conversation. Steeling her face into something neutral, she turns to the girl waiting for her attention. "Yes, Tae?" her voice rasped and Tiffany quickly clears her throat while returning the girl's curious gaze.
With an equally curious finger pointed at the television screen, Taeyeon eagerly asked. "What are they doing? Are they eating each other? I thought you said I shouldn't eat humans."
Tiffany felt her ears burn. "They're—they're not eating each other." Well at least not literally.
Taeyeon's brows came together in a curious frown. "Then why are they…" the girl glanced at the screen and blinked before turning to Tiffany and blinked again. "Why are they all over each other biting and whatnot?" she shifted so her body was entirely facing Tiffany, chin on her knees and legs pulled together close to her chest.
Tiffany sighed. How would she even begin to explain this? Reaching over the coffee table, she grabs the remote and turns the TV off seeing as how Taeyeon was more interested with what she has to say. She tosses the remote behind her and mimics the way Taeyeon sat so they were comfortably facing each other. Her eyes darted down to Taeyeon's alien themed knee socks. For someone who hated clothing, Taeyeon pretty much adored the said pair of socks. And the fact that Taeyeon treasured something Tiffany specifically got for her was quite heartwarming.
"Fany?"
Tiffany blinks then raises her gaze back to Taeyeon's face again. Taeyeon's former question quickly comes back to her and she focuses on the tip of the girl's nose as she answered. "Uh, well. Sex. They were having sex." She bluntly explains, applauding herself for being able to do so.
"Sex," the girl repeated, mumbling the word to herself one more time before firing her next question. "Sex is biting each other…naked…with lots of touching…and icky sweating?"
Tiffany almost laughed. "Not exactly, giggles, it's umm. It's intimate—something two people in love do to show just how much they feel for each other. Because when you love someone, there's always going to be a need to touch, feel and connect intimately." Yes, that's it Tiffany you're nailing it so fa—
"So why haven't we done it yet?"
Tiffany practically chokes on her own saliva. Turning beet red, she throws Taeyeon a scandalized look.
She gets a tilt of a head in return and Taeyeon looks at her in question. "I mean… I love you. And you love me too, right? So why haven't we have sex yet?"
Tiffany feels her entire face burn. How could Taeyeon ask her all that with a straight face!? She grabs the nearest throw pillow, buries her face in it and screams. Feeling much better, she looks up and battles on with determination. "No Taeyeon. It's not like th—"
"You don't love me?" Taeyeon's lower lip quivered and her entire curious expression morphed into that of a kicked puppy.
"What! No—wait I mean I do! Of course I love you, you idiot!"
"Then why haven't we have sex yet?!"
"Oh my god Taeyeon it's not like that!"
"So you don't love me?! You know you could just say so! I can take it."
One look at Taeyeon's trembling lips and tear-stricken eyes told Tiffany otherwise. She softens her tone. "Taeyeon, I love you but we're not—"
"Okay then that's settled!" Without so much as a warning, Taeyeon moved and pushed her flat on her back with strength that shouldn't belong to such a petite girl.
"Y-Yah! Taeyeon!" Tiffany protested, her flailing limbs proving to be useless when Taeyeon pinned her down efficiently with precise technique and where the freaking hell did Taeyeon even learn how to hold a girl down like this. She should take notes.
Taeyeon then blinked down at her, their faces only inches apart. And as if she just realized how incredibly intimate the position she put them in was, the alien's focused expression slowly changed into a shy and nervous one. Tiffany watched as Taeyeon's face mimicked the redness spread on her own. It was certainly a first to see her like this and Tiffany tries to not get distracted with how mesmerizing Taeyeon's eyes were up close.
Taeyeon croaked, her voice unusually low. "Uh, wow is this how 'awkward' feels like?"
Tiffany, in spite of herself, laughed.
"Get off me dumbass!"
