The Flowers We Saw

All Over Again

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That weekend they simply stayed in. She curled up with Sehun on the couch while Kihoon busied himself with his toys. Then they cooked lunch and dinner together. Ending the day sleeping beside each other after tucking Kihoon into his room.

They had fallen back into a routine world; something similar to when they used to live together. Waking up together. Breakfast a duty for her if she woke first. Sometimes she still woke up to find Sehun in the kitchen. And he looked so comfortable in her space as if this was the cramped apartment they had once shared.

Sehun still left for work early. She followed suit. Once he stopped by for lunch. By himself. It was a good surprise for her and she had sat with him.

These days she dropped Kihoon off at her parents' less often. Bringing him to work with her, so that when she closed up, she could return home with Sehun; the three of them in one car. Because going home together brought on an entirely different sentiment than by herself.

Home with Sehun was quickly becoming a great value in her life. A regret she never dared face after they split up. The decision she had waited too long to make. Namjoo was coming to terms with her foolishness faster than she anticipated.

Saturday morning, she jolted awake when someone jumped onto the bed. Assuming it was Kihoon who had entered she lifted her head up to find Sehun pulling up the blanket on her side and climbing under.

Dropping her head back onto the pillow she closed her eyes. "Shit, you scared me."

Just the other night they'd woken to the door opening. Freaking out at the dark shadow until they realized it was just Kihoon standing in the doorway, asking to sleep with them. Namjoo had been on the verge of a heart attack. She just about experienced one again.

"What time is it?" she muttered.

"It's still six," he replied, "almost seven."

Relieved, she could go back to sleep but opened her eyes after feeling him situate himself between her legs. Namjoo found him on top. "What are you doing?"

Sehun didn't bother answering the obvious. He kissed her. Passing along a breath mint he'd been sucking on.

"Hurry and eat it." he told.

"What the..." she gasped when he rubbed her center and ran his warm breath over her neck.

"Don't talk." He nibbled her ear. "We could, you know, hurry before Kihoon wakes up."

Namjoo broke the breath mint between her teeth hissing when his hands roved up her shirt. Seducing her into the mood. The touch of his fingers feathery, teasing. Lifting herself up she removed her shirt for him and removed her pants. Wasting no time as they undressed and kissed.

She waited when he moved onto his knees to slip on a condom before sliding over her. Bending her legs around his hips she felt him enter her. The pressure made her calves tense, her toes stretch out. Relaxing a second after when her body adjusted more pleasurably for him. Wrapping her arms around him she led him to her mouth. Meeting his tongue and tasting the familiar breath mint they'd just shared.

Running her fingers over his back she felt his muscular planes, the strength of his body, and parted her mouth for another gasp when he thrust in again. Plundering a part of her that had so longed for him in memory. Fulfilling her as her inner thighs swelled in reply.

Sehun groaned. Fisting the pillow by her head as their pelvises rubbed and the friction caused their minds to spin. Namjoo tightened her legs around him urging him deeper.

The sensation from his deep plunges made her moan into his mouth. Being so busy the entire week they had merely dragged their hides home just to eat and sleep. Right now, she was glad he had woken her early. It felt like she was finally destressing. In a good way.