The Flowers We Saw

It Sleeps in Us

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Ever since succumbing to the temptation at Sehun's house Namjoo constantly scolded herself like a daily mantra.

It shouldn't have happened.

She shouldn't have kissed him.

She shouldn't have let him kiss her.

But she had enjoyed it. Laying with him skin to skin. Feeling him inside her. Feeding her a kind of intimacy she hadn't experienced in a while.

It wasn't her fault. It was only human nature to give in when the desire for something became too great. Right?

Namjoo went back and forth staying up most of the night. Picking up her phone. Tossing it aside. Internally pressured to call Sehun and figure out what was happening. Perhaps say sorry for enticing him. She should have known better than to kiss him afterward. Then they could talk and find equal footing to their relationship again.

Just be Kihoon's parents. Focus on him. Not the other parts of their lives that only led to bigger pictures.

But the arms around her made her swallow every controlled thought she'd processed the entire day. Her arms locked around Sehun's neck. Mouth parting for him as he hugged her to his body, lifting her feet off the ground, and entered her home again. Kicking the door close after him.

When her feet landed on the ground again, they spun around. Feverishly kissing. Brushing her tongue against his lips, into his mouth. Feeling her knees buckle when he nibbled her lower lip. And she knew he wouldn't be going home. She wouldn't be waking up alone.

When they woke up, she would slap herself again.

She wanted him. For a much longer period this time.

The door to her bedroom slammed shut. The wind knocked out of him when he bumped against it. Pulling her with him.

Sharing a moment of laughter before winding her arms around his neck again, leading him toward her mouth. He gently kissed her. Moving his lips toward the back of her jaw. Namjoo craned her head back to give him access. Placing a hand on his neck to hold onto him.

Wrapping his arms around her he heaved her feet off the ground again. Landing above her on the bed with his legs around her. Leaning down on his knees he skimmed his lips down her throat causing her to suck in a breath. Her chest rose up brushing him.

Sehun glanced down at her through narrowed lids. A kind of heated glint appeared. This time taking her mouth hotly. Withdrawing the coming second. His hand snaked down her lower back toward her buttocks. Instead of groping her he slid his hand into her shirt. Teasingly touching her skin sending shivers through her.

Namjoo gasped from the soft of his touch and started to rise up. He urged her back down.

"Don't roll over," he breathed.

Drawing her shirt up he revealed her breasts. Arching down he kissed the valley between them. A peck down and she sucked in her stomach, inhaling loudly.

Sehun didn't do this to her. When they had sex, they rolled around. She would top to indulge in the satisfaction his body gave her before letting him take over. When they had Kihoon they only had sex twice. In the living room when she straddled him and once when Kihoon was out cold from his medicine.

Her shirt came off and then his. Their bellies seared. The warmth of his skin made her hot neck down. Lifting her hips up when Sehun slid her sweats down. She kicked them off the edge of the bed.

Namjoo pressed her legs together as the heat pooled between them. Laying completely vulnerable under him. Eager for his entrance. His long thrusts and the fulfillment she would get from him.