“You didn’t,” mumbles Tiffany, staring in disbelief at the approaching luxurious yacht. It’s their second day at the island and after waking up late and spending half the day swimming and relaxing in their villa, Taeyeon suggested that they took a boat ride to see the sunset. She was expecting a small tourist boat though, not a private chartered yacht.
“I did and I’m sorry it’s so small. Couldn’t find a bigger one. Would’ve brought my own but since you didn’t allow me to ask Seohyun for help, I didn’t have time to take care of the necessary papers,” Taeyeon says casually as if renting a whole yacht for the two of them is the most normal thing in the world.
Yoona leads them aboard, nodding at the crew who welcomes them.
The captain comes and greet them and shows them around the boat they’ve rented for the next few hours.
“If you get seasick, I’ve told Yoona to bring some seasick pills so just ask her,” remarks the blonde as she takes a seat on the bed inside the main bedroom. “Not bad,” she says after taking a quick look around the small space. “But wait till you see my yacht.”
“Boasting, are you, Kim Taeyeon?” Tiffany asks, sitting down next to Taeyeon. “Hey the mattress is not bad,” she says after jumping on it a few times.
A soft knock comes from the door.
“Come in,” Taeyeon says.
Yoona’s head pops up through the crack. “We’re sailing off. I’ll be at the deck.”
“Thanks. We’ll be up soon,” replies Taeyeon who breaks into a smirk as soon as the door closes, jumping off the bed to lock it.
“I know what you want,” states Tiffany when she sees Taeyeon’s smirk. “Alright. Let’s go. I’ve never done it in a yacht either.” She takes off her t-shirt, revealing the bikini underneath, and watches Taeyeon’s eyes darkening with lust. “Come on then. I don’t have all day. I want to sunbathe on the deck later and watch the sunset.”
Playfully, Taeyeon snarls and pounces Tiffany—causing the girl to shriek and laugh—and kisses her passionately. Her hand fumbles with the string of Tiffany’s bikini top but she unties them pretty quickly and proceeds to strip her from her shorts and bikini bottom.
Both of them nearly hit their heads on the ceiling a few times, bursting out laughing each time.
“Okay. Hotel bathtub is definitely better than yacht cabin,” says Tiffany as she puts her bikini back on after what can only be classified as a quickie. “Help me.”
Taeyeon scoots closer and ties the string behind Tiffany’s back. “Depends on the yacht. Like I said, this one’s too small. Wait till you see mine.”
“Why do you even own a yacht? You told me that you were never really fond of water.”
“True but Father had it designed for Mother. It was supposed to be a gift, I think. Well, she passed away before he could get it built so the plan was forgotten. I found it a few years ago and I decided to continue with his plan, with a few changes here and there of course. It’s finally finished earlier this month. I’ve seen it. I just haven’t had time to take it sailing,” explains Taeyeon, moving back to lie down on the bed now that her task’s done. “And it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you. I just completely forgot about it until they told me that it’s finished.”
