Fate's Little Bell

Chapter 13

 Fifteen minutes and a lot of kissing later, I stood next to my bed, staring at myself in the mirror with my floor lamp on. Sighing, I turned back to Jeongguk, who was sitting crosslegged on my bed, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Well, there's definitely some marks," I said, blushing slightly.

He stayed quiet, staring down at his hands which were fiddling with one of my hair ties.

I looked back at the mirror and found my bottle of drug store foundation (I wasn't about to go wasting my good stuff on something like this). After tying back my hair into a messy bun, I got to work covering up the red marks on my neck.

"Sorry," I heard him say finally.

"What?" I asked, turning towards him. "You don't have to be sorry."

Jeongguk's guilt ridden eyes met mine. "I... messed up."

I smiled at him and shook my head, sitting down on the bed next to him. "No, you didn't. But even if you did, it's okay." Leaning closer to him, I lowered my voice. "Honestly, I quite like them. I think they're rather pretty."

The corners of his lips turned upwards in the slightest of smiles.

"Now, can you help me cover them up?"

He nodded and I handed him the bottle, tilting my head back so he could get at the marks easier. His fingers brushed against my skin, making me shiver slightly.

"You know...," he started, his voice low and dripping with with sex appeal, "I could... give you marks in places... that you wouldn't need to cover up."

I blushed.

"And... I think that's the best I can do."

Lowering my head, his eyes caught mine as he gave me the bottle back. My cheeks grew even warmer, and I stood up, walked back to my drawer full of make up, and put everything away. As I turned back, his eyes shot up towards mine.

"Were you checking me out?" I asked, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"Sort of."

I tilted my head at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He grinned confidently. "I was trying... to imagine you... without your pants."

I laughed. "Wow, thanks. Did you like what you saw?"

"I wasn't... able to see much."

"Are you trying... to get me undressed?"

Jeongguk gazed at me hungrily. "Maybe," he breathed.

I glanced away, weighing the pros and cons of taking off my pajama pants. "I'm sorry," I said finally. "I... just can't do that."

"It's fine." He climbed off my bed, moving towards me. "There are... other things we can do." His hands started on my hips, pulling me closer, then traveled downwards until his fingers were tracing the curve of my butt, finding the crease where it met the backs of my thighs.

My heart raced. "Ha-hands," I stuttered, moving his hands back to my hips.

He groaned. "I can't," he started, sighing with frustration, "touch you anywhere."

I frowned. "Jeongguk, I barely know you. So forgive me if I don't want your hands all over me."

His eyes softened. "Sorry. You're right.... It's just... frustrating."

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his chest. "I'm sorry for making you frustrated."

He stroked my hair. "It's okay, Princess. Just... tell me what's... off limits. So I'll know."