✓ | DAWN OF US | Four (6 Underground)

➳ FOUR

一无所有
(yìwúsuǒyǒu)
to have absolutely nothing at all

CALIFORNIA DESERT

YVETTE GRUNTED UNDER HER BREATH AS SHE BEGAN TO FEEL THE STRAIN IN HER MUSCLES. Her entire body ached as she practiced on the mu ren zhuang, her arms sore as they repeatedly attacked the wooden dummy. She'd been going at it since the break of dawn, with scheduled breaks — self-control and discipline was one of the basic trainings all her masters have taught her relentlessly and harshly.

The sun was still high in the sky when she heard the door creak open to the place she was practicing, and she heard a familiar low whistle. "You're killing me here, sweetheart," came the English purr of Four as he tossed aside his skateboard.

She finally let herself take a break, deciding to call it a day as she backed away from the dummy to face him. She was wearing leggings and a sports bra, her abdomen bare and on full display for him to see the toned muscles and scars she was never ashamed of. They were her 'badge of honor', her 'tattoos of triumph' — she wore them proudly to show everything she'd ever worked hard for.

Four was covered in sweat and grime, he smelled like a day under the sun with his skin slightly red from the heat. He grinned rakishly after her, cocking his head to the side as his eyes flickered down to her stomach glistening in sweat. "Looks like you're having enough fun without me."

Yvette's lips tugged up to a smirk as she sauntered to him, hips sashaying in every step. She didn't miss the way his blue eyes visibly darkened as she neared him, gliding a hand to loop around his shoulders. "I still have enough energy for a thing or two," she crooned, bringing her mouth over his ear as she said, "The question is: do you?"

     Without warning, Four leaned down to latch his lips onto the hollow of her neck, his hands trailing down to curve around her thighs and lift her. She gasped out a breathy moan, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as he hooked her legs around his waist. Teeth and tongue on her skin, Four walked over to press her up against the wall, and he groaned when she rolled her hips against his deliciously.

     He wanted to kiss her — he's been wanting to kiss her ever since that day he first felt something for her. But it was in her rules: no kissing on the lips so the other won't get too attached and form personal relationships. It was what One made sure of amongst the seven of them.

     Shaking those full, sensual lips of hers out of his mind, Four resorted to planting open-mouthed kisses down her chest, and down to the valley between her breasts.

     When she opened her eyes, half-lidded with desire, she let out a throaty sound between a moan and a whimper upon seeing him watching her intensely as his mouth brushed the swell of her breasts. Thank God he was holding her up — her knees would've failed her if she'd been standing on two feet.

     Just as she rolled her hips against his again, there was a loud sound of someone's knuckles rapping against the door. The two broke apart, half-focused, and saw One standing by the threshold with Blaine — now officially called Seven. "Main room," One simply said before walking away with Seven in tow.

     Yvette let out a breathy chuckle, albeit slightly frustrated they were interrupted. "You heard the man, let's go," she said, unwrapping her legs as she settled back on her feet.

     Four had to take a moment to gather his thoughts, shifting uncomfortably in his sweatpants as he followed after her a couple of feet back.

     She threw him a smirk over her shoulder and said, "You know — walking behind me doesn't make it any less obvious that you're staring at my ass."