A Way Home

Heaven on Earth

⸔⸕⸔⸕⸔⸕⸔⸕⸔⸕

The bed sheets were still intact but heavily creased when Sehun woke up buried in the blanket. He was exhausted yet energized and blissful. Namjoo's faint scent still lingered when he turned toward her pillow.

Pulling on his pants he found his shirt miraculously folded on the dresser. Grinning when he realized Namjoo must have found it in the hallway where he'd dropped it last night. Giddy he hurried out to find her.

They had cuddled in the nude all last night. Namjoo hugging him so closely was all he remembered and it was all he might ever live on.

Sehun found her by the sink in a new outfit. She'd probably woken early and washed. Preparing to leave for the flight later.

The faucet was running when he approached. Namjoo jumped surprised when he hugged her from behind, folding his hands around her belly. Partially thinking of the tender skin beneath the material.

Pressing his cheek against her head he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm rinsing my water bottle," Namjoo said. "Did you shower?"

"No." he said carefreely.

"Hurry up," she nagged. "The flight's in the afternoon, which means we should leave soon. Everyone will be waiting."

He kissed her temple. "They can leave without us."

"What?"

He kissed the corner of her eye. "Stay with me." Kissing her cheek. "Spend the weekend together." To her jawline. "Hmm?"

By now Namjoo had stopped talking. He intimately kissed below her jawline moving to her neck where he'd left a faint mark last night. Sucking on the good spot. She was so soft and she smelled good.

He didn't want to be apart from her yet. This was their romantic getaway from the pile of work, the city life, her independent housing that kept her from him; the loneliness constantly pulling him under.

Sehun just wanted her.

This weekend was going to be theirs.

Spend every hour of the day together. Do things he always imagined doing with someone who treasured him and he loved.

Namjoo was so full of life, luck, and happiness he wanted to be so good to her.

He yearned for her endearment.

Her love.

"Sehun." She touched the back of his hand.

Pressing his mouth against her ear, he breathed warmly into her hair, "Let's stay."

The water shut off. Every noise muted but the humming fridge; the sound of their breathing about to become erratic. The day was still young. There was yet much to do. It was only Saturday, the freest day of the week. Tomorrow could still be spent together, too, and he planned all day with her.

Turning around in his arms, Namjoo looked up at him. He didn't wait a beat before kissing her. Namjoo readily replied.

"Come on." He pulled her back down the hallway. Crushing his mouth to hers speedily. Patiently luring her back to the place he wanted her to be through slow seducing heated kisses. Pressing his hard body into her. Savoring the touch of her breasts burrowing into his chest. The arms winding further around him. The slight curve of her body inviting. Namjoo didn't retaliate. Parting her mouth for him, allowing him to touch and hold her to his heart's content.

Every step to the bedroom he loosened one button and another of her blouse. Yearning to touch her warm skin again. Have her under him. Moaning and crying and pleading for him. He wanted to experience it again. The things only he was privileged to make her feel.