#i'll be honest i was not ready to spin the wheel this week. we need to hit the brakes. the check engine light is on.

[biomic]

i thought there might be some truth to naito's affection for taiya but no he's just an unimaginably cruel, heartless bastard. hateful stuff to contend with here

[potatoes83]

Slice of Life...

I feel pensive today. So I took a mental health day, requested it last Friday due to the fact that both of my bosses are out of the office today, I have no meetings scheduled, and the office is closed a half day for a training that I've already attended twice. So it seemed like a good plan. All of my deadlines are met, I'm not leaving *too* much work piled up waiting for me tomorrow, so yeah. And to be honest, it's been pretty sweet. I slept in, can't remember the last time I really did that. I've been bumming around the house, watched a little TV, ate some lunch, paid some bills... I've been relaxing and not feeling guilty about it, and although I did check my phone once to check my calendar for tomorrow, I'm not obsessing over work things; it'll all be waiting for me when I get back.

So all told, a good and true day off. But I feel very uneasy, and I don't know why. Almost downright depressed/angry. Or maybe... I don't know, frustrated is the word? My mom has a terrible habit of not checking or responding to her phone, and with everything going on, I need to hear from her every now and again to know that she's doing OK. Waffles has his surgery tomorrow, so of course I'm worried about that. And work has been good, but I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels, and I don't like that. There's a lot of shit coming up to be done, and it's like there's just not enough hours in the day.

I think a lot of it has to do with the weather, we keep getting these tease days. Yesterday and today, low '70s, windows open, lovely... Tomorrow, high '50s and rain, and it just goes downhill from there all week. I am ready for spring, so very ready, but it's just not quite ready to spring.

I really need a vacation. Just some time away. I hate not being able to go to the cabin... and I also hate unfinished business, and that whole situation is very much unfinished business.

To be fair... and as mentioned before, I've had a lot going on. And it really is a lot; I do tend to forget that, because I'm just keeping on keeping on. But it is a lot, and I feel like it's probably just catching up with me. But this too shall pass. I'll get through it. I always do. 🥔

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: turn back time (10/?)

Ellie and Luca spend the day with Logan, and things heat up... catch up HERE. If you would like added to the tags, drop a line.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature.. nsfw content inside.

Ellie mindlessly drove the streets of LA, nothing but the faint sound of Baby Shark playing in the background. Her immediate consciousness on the road and her surroundings, her mind anywhere but. It had been two weeks since her hook up with Colt, she could still see the the glimmer of hurt that spread across his face when she told him that it didn't change anything. She was lying to herself if she really truly believed that, it did change something, she felt even more torn. She met with Darnell the following Monday, he was confident that he could speed up the divorce process as his wife was a Judge, and Ellie agreed to it. The faster she got it over with, the less time she had to change her mind. Her head convinced it was the right thing to do, give them all a fresh start.  maybe later down the road it could lead to something more with Logan or Colt, but right now she needed to focus on Luca and how this was going to affect her. Her heart on the other hand, told her to hold out.

She pulled into the track  giving her name to the attendant. He gave her directions and she parked making her way towards a back entrance. “Mommy is this where uncle Logan works?” Luca whispered as they walked through a dimly lit tunnel. “Yeah, one of them. He races at all different places baby.” at the end of the tunnel they noticed a figure standing, which they soon figured was Logan. “Uncle Logan.” Luca went running into his arms “Lulu, I've missed you.” he enveloped her in a big hug, spinning her around before sitting her down. “Hey Ellie.” He hugged her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Logan walked them around the entire facility, showing them everything.  They got to see the different race cars,and meet a few of the drivers. Luca was in awe, she loved cars. Ellie tried to teach her a few things, but really she didn't know nearly as much as Colt or Logan would. “Where's your car uncle Logan?” Luca questioned as they left the garage. “Well it's on the track right now,  you ready to go see it?” He beamed “Ah yeah! Lets go.” She grabbed his hand pulling him along.

They walked out to the track where a yellow stock car sat. Ellie shook her head “You really like yellow huh?”

“It's my lucky color.” he gave her a lopsided grin. “I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends.” He motioned towards the pit are, to see Her dad, sally and Stacie sitting. They joined everyone as Logan headed off to get his gear on. “Uncle Logan, are you an astronaut?” Ellie quirked her brow upon his return.  “No, this is my gear. But that would be cool to be an astronaut.” He chuckled.

Ellie watched as Logan climbed into the car and head onto the track. Something about the yellow car flying around the track took her back.

***

Logan shuffled the flash cards. “Ok,  when did the cuban missile crisis take place?”

“October 16th, 1962.”  Ellie smirked, knowing she got it right. “Ok that was an easy one.” Logan said pulling off his work shirt. “Next question.”

He asked her two more questions until he stood before her in his underwear. Ellie bit her lip, her drive for knowledge and the want to see him in nothing fueling her. “Ok. Just one more question to go.”

“Hey! I am not a piece of meat.” He chuckled.

“You said, you'd help me study.” she batted her lashes “Ok. Ok fine. One more question.” he was putty in her hands. Ellie squealed as she handed him the flash cards again. “who led the soviet union from 1922 to 1953?” Ellies lips twisted up into a devilish smirk. “Joseph Stalin. Now, take em off.” Logans jaw dropped and she shook his head “Ok. Fine, damn Ellie you are super smart.” He hooked his fingers in his boxers ready to slide them off when Ellie stopped him. “Wait. Give me a show.” she winked as she sat back on the bed. “What? You're serious?” he cocked his brow at her. “mmmhmm, go on now.” She motioned for him to continue. He shrugged his shoulders as he gyrated his hips, slowly pulling his boxers down his legs. Ellie bit her lower lip as she set eyes on his already stiff length. She stared up at him with lust blown eyes, hooking her finger in a come hither motion. Logan complied as he mindlessly crossed the room,  almost like he was being pulled by and imaginary string.

He climbed onto the bed next to her, pressing his lips to her full soft ones. “I could kiss you forever.” She moaned out. His face falling at her words “if only we had forever.” she reached over cupping his face. “Then kiss me tonight.” she smiled as he found her lips again, this time harder as if he stopped she would disappear. She shifted around to straddle him, her hands softly roaming the contours of his body. She could feel his hard length pressed against her, a flood of warmth spread through her body making her grind against him. Ellie lifted her blouse over her head revealing her bare chest. “You are so incredibly beautiful Ellie.” she stood inviting him to sit up, his legs on either side of her. She grabbed his hands placing them on her hips “Touch me.” her voice almost a whisper. His hands slipped up under the hem of her skirt, grabbing the globes of her ass and roughly caressing them.

He gripped the fabric of her skirt on each side and firmly ripped the material in two. She gasped out, the force of cool air hitting her skin. His lips trailed lazy kisses up her stomach until he reached her perky breast. His tongue swirled around the pink nub before taking them each one by one into his mouth, softly sucking and releasing with a pop, leaving firm peaks in his wake.  Her breathing becoming erratic, she closed her eyes, trying to stay focused on the sensation he was giving her. He hooked his fingers into her lace panties, and slid them down. He stood gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her and laying her down on the bed.

He slid his hands up the inside of her legs, pulling them apart, kissing her inner thigh, niping it gently. She watched him as he settled between her legs and licked a wide strip between her folds, her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue flicked against her clit, a loud moan escaping her.  A smile played on his lips, he was the luckiest bastard in the world right in that moment. Ellie was more than just a pretty face, she was smart, funny, talented, compassionate, and honest to a fault. She deserve to be treated right, tonight she chose him, and damn if he wasn't going to disappoint.

He swirled his tongue, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle, applying light pressure until she moaned out gripping his chocolate locks tightly. He slowly released the suction, flicking against her swiftly. “Logan, oh god.” she screamed out her legs shaking, heart pounding in her chest. She snapped her eyes shut, seeing stars.

Logan stood wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “God Ellie you are so fucking sexy.” she kept her eyes locked on him as she calmed herself. “Logan..” She breathed out. He joined her on the bed, his body pressed against hers as his lips claimed her mouth again in a hungry kiss.  She bucked her hips against him, the need to feel him becoming to great. He read the signs well, as he lined himself up and sunk slowly into her.

Instinctively she dug her nails into his shoulders as he stretched her, letting out a soft cry. “Hey, its ok I got you. Just relax.” he assured her, giving her a moment to adjust. He set a slow pace, taking his time building her up. His lips softly nipping her neck and shoulders. Soft moans falling from her lips. He needed to hear her, he wanted to see her fall apart under him. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster he began to feel her flutter around him, her moans becoming louder as she neared her climax. He slipped his hand down quickly rubbing her already sensitive clit and that was all it took.

“Oh, yes. Logan.” she moaned his name as a surge of wetness crashed against his cock. “Fuck Ellie, thats..” He couldn't finish, he thrust faster, harder finally spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on the bed next to her,  both panting.

“Now that's how you study.” Ellie giggled.  

*******

“That was great Logan, great times.” She heard her dad say. Pulling her from her daydream. “It still scares me watching you drive that fast.” Sally squeezed him tight. “I'm fine mom, I used to do this all the time on the streets.” He gave a nervous chuckle meeting Frank's less than amused gaze. “So, you ready for your turn?” He turned towards Ellie who looked at him bewildered. “What? Who, me? Logan, no I can't drive that.”

“Sure you can.” he dropped his voice so only she could hear “I can see it in your eyes Ellie. You're a driver, and you're craving the speed.”

He was right, she longed for it. “What the hell, let's do it.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Frank protested. “Daddy, I'll be fine.” she giggled.

“Yeah, Frank. Ellie is a great driver, trust me I've seen her in action.” Logan grinned, but quickly averted his eyes and Frank's still less than amused gaze. Luca jumped up and down in excitement.

Ellie got changed and climbed into the car. Logan stuck his head in showing her her all the different controls and showing her had how work everything. “You understand?” he asked she quickly nodded her head, trying to calm her nerves. “Hey, you got this. You're an amazing driver, Ellie, trust me I know from experience.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He fastened the netting on the window and stepped back, grabbing a headset.

“Can you hear me Ellie?” she heard Logan's voice in her ear.

“Yeah, I can hear you.”

“Ok good. Go ahead and start the car up. Your gonna head out that long stretch before getting onto the track.”

“Ok.” Ellie complied turning the engine over.

“You got this Ellie, just relax and do what comes naturally.”

She smiled at his words, he always told her she was a natural, like she was born to be behind the wheel.

Ellie started to roll forward, making her way onto the track slow and steady, her nerves a wreck. “You can go faster than that.” she heard Logan chuckle. She sucked in a deep breath, slowly exhaling, like she was releasing all her inhibitions, pressing on the gas. Her back slamming against the seat as she felt the speed consume her. In that moment she was reminded of Kaneko, when he installed the NOS in her car. Being behind the wheel, flying around the track ignited something within her, something she suppressed for so long.

She grew more comfortable, more confident as she accelerated, whipping the car around the track. A smirk spread across her face as she approached the curve, flawlessly drifting around it, her thoughts on Colt in that moment. “Okay show off, last lap.” she heard Logan chuckle on the other end, making her giggle. “Nice and easy Ellie, just pull off just head of you.” he coaxed her into the pit area and helped her out.

“Mommy! Mommy, that was so cool.” Luca squealed throwing her hands around her.

“Damn Elle. You could be like, a getaway driver if you ever took up a life of crime.” Logan and Ellie shared a knowing look. “Hell yeah.” She nervously chuckled.

“Ellie, where did you learn to drive like-” Fank trailed off, realizing that she learned quite a few tricks during her time with the MPC.

“Ok. Let's get you changed Ellie.” Logan interrupted. “Dad, can you keep an eye on Luca a minute?” He nodded “Sure thing. Come on kiddo, lets see what we can get into.”

“Ellie that was amazing.” Logan bounced as He walked Ellie down to get changed. “Oh my god. That was such a rush. It's been so long.” she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Logan held the door for her as she stripped the racing suit off. “You could seriously give racing a go. You'd blow all these suckers away.” He grinned. “All of them? Even you, Logan Rider?” she batted her leashes at him playfully.

“Oh, no. No, not me.” he pressed his hands to his chest “No see, I taught you everything you know. I know all your tricks.” Logan waggled his eyebrows, sauntering over to her. “Not all my tricks.” She bite her lip. In an instant they were on each other, lips crashing together with force. He cupped her face with both hands, his tongue sweeping her lips, deepening the kiss. She moaned out. She lifted his shirt pulling it off, her hands rubbing his toned chest. He yanked off her tank top, his hands weaved  through her mocha locks as he backed her against the wall. The sound of their ragged breathing and soft moans filling the room, they were lost in the feeling of it they didn't hear the door open.

  “Oh. Oh god. Im sorry.” they pulled apart to find Stacie averting her eyes.

   “Stacie, what are you doing here?” Ellie pulled her tank top on.

  “I was just seeing what was taking so long.”

Logan noticed the tense standoff between the two. “Maybe I'll give you two a minute.”  he pulled his shirt on and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

  “Is there something going on between you and Logan?” Ellie cut right to the point. She had a nagging feeling that something was up.

  “What? Nothing. Nothing is going on with us.” Stacie looked at her bewildered.

  “You sure? Because I see the looks you give him.”

  “Seriously Ellie? You're one of my best friends. Yeah he's cute, anyone with two eyes can see that. And yes he's nice, and thoughtful. But I couldn't do that to you.”

Ellie wasn't sure she believed it, she stood there arms folded across her chest.

   “And what's going on with you? You sleep with Colt and then you're making out with Logan?”

  Ellie's eyes went wide. “I didn't. That didn't. I didn't sleep with Colt.” she denied it. She hadn't told a soul, how did she know?

  “Oh please,  I'm not dumb, Ellie. You've had that I got fucked look on your face for two damn weeks. Riya said the same thing. And now you're down here making out with Logan. What's going on?” Stacie stood, hands on hips.

Ellie slumped down in a chair. “Ok, fine. I slept with Colt. It just happened, and it won't happen again.”

  “And the divorce? What about Logan? That looked like it would have ended with the two of you naked.” Stacie arched her brow.

  “The divorce is being sped up. And Logan? I don't know, I think it was the adrenaline.” Stacie came and sat down next to her. “I don't know what to do. I care about them both.” Ellie sighed.

  “Yeah, but you can't string them both along.” Stacie said, just before Logan walked in. “Ellie, did you get the call?” he rushed.

“No, my phone's in my bag. What call?” Logan sighed, “That was Doctor Adams, the lab caught fire, the DNA samples were contaminated.  We have to do it again.”

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[jiwonsssi]

— stress relief, p. 2

All well that ends well.

Warnings: its pure pwp, idek where to start

Characters: Eun Jiwon/Sandara Park

Realisation of the upcoming uneasy conversation came upon Dara at the moment when he finally stopped a car in front of her apartment building; Jiwon was tensed at the point that even air was thick around them. He tried his best to afford it; to fail miserably. Dara could tell that he's stressed, because he squeezed the steering wheel to the point of white knuckles.

She wanted to break the atmosphere, to say something, that would ease his nerves. But what would that be? 'I didn't mean that, you know. You misunderstood. Hehe'.

No, Sandara doesn't want to take her words back. But the atmosphere now is changed. A lot. They barely even talked after he took her our of the event.

She said exactly what she meant to say. But with what have she been thinking when asking it; only God knows.

She was nervous as well. And it was no less obvious - tugging on the hem of her dress and not even looking at him; feeling like a teenage girl again. But shes not teenager anymore, right? It was her who said that, it's not like she can just bury her head in sand now.

So Dara found all the courage she had to ask him again.

Dear Lord and God and Jesus and someone out there, she had never did anything like that. Never in her life she stuck in a situation like that; Jiwon never helped her. Though he was never easy.

- So, I.. - she looked at the panel of his car, scanning with eyes smooth black plastic like it was the most fascinating thing she ever saw, - Look, I, um, it's not like I want to take my words back. In fact, I'd hate to, but I..

She hears him laughing all of sudden and looks at him with all anger she can manage. She was trying to say important staff! With all her courage! What audacity he really holds, huh.

- Don't make excuses, we both understand what it was, okay? You look ridiculous right now, - he continues smiling and Dara doesn't feel offended or something. They indeed understand. Yeah.

Dara smiles at him, nodding. She has no idea what should she understand.

- Coffee? You helped me earlier and took me home, I need to thank you now anyway, - atmosphere is still a little tense but it's not awkward anymore. She doesn't feel out of place. She has met him a few times and it all was in uncomfortable circumstances; yet she was always okay. It's all on him, right?

Jiwon helps her everytime in the end.

- Sure, - he agrees maybe a little too quickly. Maybe. And maybe she smiles a little too wide, - Let's go.

Fresh air feels incredible and Dara takes a few extra seconds to inhale; she had been crying like a bear just an hour ago and memories are still vivid. Her knees a little weak and hands shake slightly; it's difficult to make it to the elevator on heels, but she manages. She can sense that Jiwon waits for her by not walking too fast. And that is the part of a reason why she doesn't feel like falling to the floor and crying till the next morning.

- Aren't you tired? I can make it, - he stands a few steps away, burying his hands deep in the pockets and looking a lot more relaxed. Dara hopes that his brain is no longer filled with unnecessary thoughts and she's really happy about it, - I mean, your shoes. And in general. You know, the whole evening, all that cameras, people around..

He's rumbling and it's so cute, she smiles widely, not being able to surpass it. Oh, God. He cares. He really does.

- If you were wondering why I cried, it's because I was overwhelmed with 'the whole evening', you are absolutely right here, - Dara looks at him, trying to ignore everything that she feels about the whole thing. Because now she is not less overwhelmed, to be honest. But with different emotions somehow. Because maybe they stand a little too close, - I'm good now, so don't worry. Let me do it for you, okay? I'll be in my fluffy slippers, so it should be fine.

Jiwon smiles again, hiding with hand and it also feels amazing. He truly is her teenage year's crush. But now she is no longer a teenager, and he is no longer unattainable.

If it would be possible to tell teenage Sandara that something like that would happen in the future.. God, she would live only by waiting for it.

- Okay. Only because of fluffy slippers, - and the atmosphere is so good, she literally cannot hide how happy she is. Dara feels herself so light-headed. Like that shitty day, even, maybe, a week, suddenly came to this exact point to bring her an actual cure in the face of Eun Jiwon. Totally worth it.

- Feel yourself at home, - she offers him to enter first, apologizing that she has only one pair of fluffy slippers and even offering it to him; he says no, but Dara believes it's only out of politeness. No one can say 'no' to pink fur in their right mind.

She then goes to kitchen, feeling like she's flying - those heels really made her look fine as hell, even she was sure about it, but now she doesn't feel less fine without them; just a lot more short. A lot. Ugh.

She hears water splashing from afar when she had only turned a coffee machine on, and so at the next moment, he's standing beside a small kitchen counter already without a jacket and three upper buttons undone, looking through his phone with utterly serious expression. Jesus Christ. That is no good for her mental stability.

- My manager was looking for me. I feel like I'm five, - he puts his phone on a surface and rubs his face; Dara gets it quickly - he's annoyed.

- And so as an adult you patiently told him where you are so he wouldn't be nervous, - she turns to pay attention to the working machine, which already filled the air with strong coffee aroma, - Didn't you?

She doesn't get response quickly, but when she does, it's equally cute and hilarious.

- No, I told him to fuck off, - and Jiwon is so puzzled with himself now, it's written on his face clearly. Dara just laughs again, shaking her head and proceeding to make americano, - In my defense, I was polite.

- You cannot say 'fuck off' politely, - technically you can. Possibly.

- But I did, - he's now standing behind her, looking above her shoulder on what she's doing, - Smells nice.

- Thank you, it's all on her, - she tups the top of coffee machine, ignoring how a brood of goosebumps ran down her spine.

Dara turns around to get another cup, not proceeding that Jiwon is right behind her. A lot more closer than she thought, actually. It's such a cliché.

- But still, - he's not planning on moving tho. She can feel him tensing up a little and the next thing he says.. any other man in any other situation would have been kicked out in seconds; but God knows, thoughts on their minds are absolutely the same, - Is there a chance I still can ask you that question?

She waits just a second, melting under his gaze, and he is oh-so-close and mother raised a decent woman but it doesn't matter anymore.

She is a decent grown up woman and she can sleep with whoever she wants to.

The thing is, she is the only one who thinks it's something bad. And her face shows it; Jiwon frowns and tilts his head a little. Like a cute little puppy, but Dara is sure you cannot look cute while being that hot.

- I'm not going to leave after, I promise. We can try to.. - he places his hand on her cheek and her exhale is so shaky. She desperately wants to give up to him, she can feel that pulsating sensation in her body when she's even imagining it for a second. She bites lower lip, frowning her brows a little. Why is she so scared? Jiwon clearly can sense it. That's why his breath is not better, it lingers on her lips, she feels every his word on her skin. The perfect distance to make her lose her mind, - I'll ask you on a date no matter what your answer would be, Sandara. Don't be so nervous. I'll wait as long as you need. And I'm okay with..

She doesn't let him finish when he unconsciously touches her lip with his thumb and she kisses it. His face is priceless. She would never forget this moment; she sees it like in slow motion. His pupils delaying and the way he gulps and furrows his brows. And that low slow 'fuck' under his breath when she takes it further, licking the tip, sucking on his thumb deeper, looking him directly in the eyes.

She's not going to regrer it.

It's not a secret that she likes him. It was even on national TV, like, a lot of people know that. But it's on another level when Jiwon kisess her; being firmly pressed against the wall and feeling his hands pushing up a short dress she wears - it's the whole new level. And she's so down for the game.

They barely able to breath properly because the kiss intensifies exponentially and Jiwon doesn't want to let her go just as much she doesn't want to get away from the heat his body radiates. She already gave up on trying to unbotton his shirt since it's not possible to make shaking fingers work properly. His lips are hot yet soft and he bites. God, he did bite her lip. And make her look at him in the process. She's trapped under his gaze, Dara moan silently, when he sucks on that bite gently.

She is at the point when everything that he does make her lose her mind. And he did bare minimum.

She hits her head on a wall when his lips starting to move down her neck; she wants to get rid of that dress so fucking much she's ready to rip it. And judging by how Jiwon grips the material, trying to find a zipper, she's not alone in that wish.

He pulls back to push his hair back and breath and Dara can't stand it. Fuck that dress, he looks glorious. She doesn't give herself a credit when she sucks on his Adam's apple and leaves tiny wet kisses on his hot skin, trying her best to undo his shirt finally. It's so impossibly satisfying to simply be that close to him. His scent, that filled her head rapidly; perfect mix of bitter smell of cigarettes and wooden, fresh cologne. Her head is spinning, and if not him pressing her to the wall, she would have fallen on weak knees.

He has all the chances to have her on her knees.

Everything that happens right now, on her mind or with her body, is strongly not like Dara acts in her life. Yet she loves it.

Her fingers meet his on his shirt and she doesn't expect touches this tender, when he squeezes her palms gently and holds it for a second, looking at her with a small smile and that soft peck on the tip of her nose. Goddammit.

- Please, stop doing it, I'm afraid I might fain, Jiwon, please, - she meowls it impatiently into his lips when he tries to kiss her and he smiles brighter, kissing her chin.

- What? - he's so proud of himself she wants to hit him. She meant his gaze, but God. She lets out a long moan under her breath, feeling his fingers messaging her through thin material of panties. Dara hits her head again, much harder this time, but she doesn't care. She cares about how does it feel like to grind on his hand while chasing his lips madly. Because that feels incredible.

Their faces are so close; she can feel his hot breath on her lips, how he sucks on air, when she moan louder because he decided to apply more power on her and his quick pecks everywhere when he can put himself together. Her nails digs in his skin harder when he pushes her underwear to the side to slide two fingers in. So slow, Sandara feels every millimeter and she moans all the way; his fingers are so fucking long. For a reason, apparently.

He moves them steadily, building rhythm in unison with her pinched meowls and hips' moves. She tries to chase for his hands, make him do it with more force and she doesn't know what to think when he complies. He understands everything she needs; he knows exactly what to do.

Dara surrenders to him; she has never felt this right in someone else's arms.

Jiwon made her cumming on his fingers in a few seconds.

She's blaming it on the fact that she was alone for a long time now; but she knows that it's her body reacting on him. In the ways she didn't know she was capable of.

Letting her head rest on his shoulder, she basks in the feeling of his palms gently soothing her bare skin.

She wants to hug him so much. To hug and to stay in his comfort forever. And she does. Dara pulls him closer, squeezing the material of his shirt in her hands. Somehow she wants to cry again.

- Do you think I did something wrong?

She's so afraid he would call her whore and leave. She doesn't care about anyone who have seen them leaving together, the press, internet. The whole world. She cares about waking up without him. She cares about finding disgust in his eyes. And..

- Sandara Park, God, if I told you that I don't, than I don't, - he pulls her face with his both palms to make her look at him and squeeze her cheeks, - And Lord knows I fed up with jerking off.

Jiwon looks at her with mixed adoration and his eyes are still filled with immense desire. She knows that she acts stupid and he suffers because of it. Yeah. Very stupid.

- Sorry, I just..

She starts rumbling and Jiwon rolls eyes, fighting the urge to shut her up. So Dara feels his kiss being a little bit forceful than she expected. But she quickly catches a hint; Jiwon moves away a bit, unzipping his pants and helping her to take off her underwear. No one talks about dress that is now pushed to her belly at this point.

There is a second before she kisses him again, tugging on his underwear to put it down enough to free his erection. Jiwon bites her lip and grunts lowly, when she strokes him painfully slow, squeezing the base lightly. Jiwon grunts again, throwing his head backwards and shuts his eyes, gulping and Dara thinks that that sight would be printed forever in her mind.

Jiwon's kisses are urgent now, he pulls her hand away and guides her to turn around and she complies to the hand on her spine to sag, pushing her hips into him. Dara is no less impatient by now. She has no idea how it is possible to make her this worked up just by doing.. Nothing. He did nothing. And she still wants him so much. He doesn't even imagine.

He pulls her closer with a hand snaking around her waist firmly and finds his way between her legs with another. Dara leans backwards, squeezing her palm on his wrist when he slides into her. He's painfully slow and when his full length is inside, he stops and places sloppy kisses at the base of her neck.

Sandara feels everything at once and it's a hard punch on her senses. And when he starts moving, she can't find any strenght to moan less louder. The only thing she cares about is him thrusting rapidly, his low grunts to her ear and the sound of skin slapping and it's the most erotic sound she has ever heard. Her head is spinning, it's impossible to stay still and she has nothing to cling to. Dara grips on the wrist of his hands and he starts to make steady rhythmic circles on her clit; Jiwon bites her ear, places a kiss there after and she meowls at his next words, feeling how the world turns into a blur when she turns her head, trying to look at him.

- Do it yourself, c'mon, - he can persued her to do anything with that voice. And he does. Jiwon tugs her palm and places it under his, letting Sandara doing it. She shuts her eyes tightly, finding herself equally ashamed and exciting, - Have you ever done it while thinking about me?

Jiwon doesn't stop even for a bit, but Dara can sense that he's a lot erratic and impatient now. He moans in her shoulder when she squeezes him and Dara is not twenty anymore. It's not like he could make her blush at everything he does or says. Even tho she can't help but blush hard.

- And you? - she shows one of her hand backwards, pulling on his hair and he particularly growls, - I know that you have.

Jiwon doesn't answer her, instead he thrusts harder, placing his forehead to the crook of her neck and guides her fingers to move, because she's so lost, she can't control her own body. She's on her toes by now, pushing her hips into his every time he puts any more pressure and it's so overwhelming. It's too much, she loses her sanity.

- I have and I'm not proud of it, - Jiwon whispers to her ear and she feels every part of her body tensing, like strings and she doesn't know if it's his husky voice, or scent in which she's drowning or his powerful movements. It's everything about him mixed up, that made her see blurred bright circles under her eyelids. She doesn't have strength to moan, just silent broken exhale and she grips his hair so hard, her fingers ache.

Jiwon pulls her impossibly close, he pushes her to the wall and after few moments she feels the loss of him, whimpering at the feeling. It feels cold suddenly, when he doesn't hold her anymore, now supporting himself with his hand on the wall. Dara turns around, nearly falling and covers his hand with hers and it's his turn to moan silently; there is not even a second when he releases in her palm, grunting low 'fuck' somewhere below her ear.

They stay like that.. Dara doesn't know for how many minutes. She listens to his now less erratic breath and tries to calm her own. It's like she's in another world right now, she doesn't know what to think about.

Right now, Sandara doesn't want to think about anything.

It's silence and than there is coffee machine beeping wildly, and she jumps in surprise, making Jiwon flinch and he.. laughs. Jiwon is laughing quietly, kissing her cheek and he hugs her gently, adjusting her dress so it falls down again.

She doesn't want to think about anything, but ahe does and it's not pleasant. If he would leave today, if he would go and forget about it, Dara doesn't know what would she do then. She doesn't want him to think that she does it everytime, because God knows she has a fucking checklist for a man who claims to get her in the bed.

Jiwon took that list, screwed it up and threw it to somewhere around her dignity.

God.

- If you still think I'm going to leave, you are dumb, - he kisses her again, placing small pecks on her face, looking at her finally. With such adoration, she's sure she feels butterflies in her stomach having a great party.

Maybe it's not that bad?

Dara thought he was going to despise her. She really did. She even accepted it in some way. But he smiles gently at her, kissing the tip of her nose and she sighs deeply, bumping her forehead on his shoulder to hide that happily stupid smile.

- I asked you to not to do that, please, - he kisses her temple, laughing and hugging her so strong her ribs clench.

- It's not like I sleep with women like that, you know. I'm no less surprised with myself right now, - he kisses her temple again and Dara can't help but close her eyes, drowning in his comfort, - What if you would think I'm not decent enough for you? Too careless or something?

- You are not, - she looks at him, finding him nodding to her answer.

- And so you too, - she proceed it for a second, not finding any lies in his words and frowns, realising that it's difficult to fight with logic.

- You might be not wrong, - he laughs at her choice of words and moves away, to adjust his clothes and goes to turn off the poor coffee machine that is still trying to keep coffee warm.

Dara looks at him from afar, smiling. He always says that he's not sure if he can make people comfortable; yet she has never been more comfortable around anyone.

And would never be, perhaps. That's why she doesn't regret anything.

She hugs him from behind, bumping her forehead between his shoulder blades, feeling his warm hands, stroking hers so gently she wants to cry.

He's not going to let her regret it. And she would do everything to make the same for him.

- If we wouldn't go to sleep in five minutes, I would fall asleep here, and than, - he stresses it, locking his fingers with hers, - You are totally going to regret it.

- You, my teenage crush, just had me against the wall in my fluffy slippers, I'm not going to regret anything at this point, - Dara hears him laughing and she shakes her head, squeezing his fingers stronger, - Let's go.