A Little Too Short
Requested by Anon: Hellooo :))) Can you do an imagine where Loki (or Tom if you do actors) loves teasing the reader whenever he gets the chance because she's so short (like 5'3" or something) but he's still super cute about it
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Warnings: Fluff darlings
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You stood on your tip toes, struggling in vain to attain the highest shelf of glasses. Your fingers barely skimmed the wooden surface, the ache in your legs making you tremble slightly.
“Oh, you short little thing.”
You swirled on your toes, glaring at Tom, who stood in all his six-foot-twoinches glory. A wide wolfish grin was splitting his face as you were genuinely angered by his teasing.
“That’s not funny,” you grumbled.
He snorted. “True,” he agreed with a smug shake of his head. “The funny thing is how you have to stand on your tip toes to reach the top shelf.” He came to stand inches from you and you, of course, had to strain your neck to be able to look him in the eye. “What’s also funny is that I almost always have to sweep you off your feet to kiss you.”
Before you could retort, his arm wrapped around your waist and scooped you up. A yelp whisked by your lips before he crushed you into his chest, capturing your lips with his. A squeal was trapped in your mouth as you began to laugh through the kiss, your feet effectively dangling in mid air.
He set you on your feet before releasing your lips, burying his fingers into your hair. “Don’t be mad,” he chuckled. “I love you, you short little thing.”
You swooned, smiling at his goofiness. “And I you, you tall beast.”
He laughed loudly, embracing you in his arms before kissing the top of your head.
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BARED TO HIM- SEUNGRI AU PT.6
Genre:Fluff/Smut/Angst
Rated:NC-17
Pairing: Seungri x Reader
Wordcount: 4,939
Part.5 Part.6
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“Hey, Dad. I caught you.” I adjusted my grip on the
phone receiver and pulled up a stool at the breakfast
bar. I missed my father. For the last four years we’d
lived close enough to see each other at least once a
week. Now his home in Oceanside was the entire
country away. “How are you?”
He lowered the volume on the television. “Better,
now that you’ve called. How was your first week at
work?”
I went over my days from Monday through Friday,
skipping over all the Seunghyun parts. “I really like my
boss, Mark,” I finished. “And the vibe of the agency is
very energetic and kind of quirky. I’m happy going to
work every day, and I’m bummed when it’s time to go
home.”
“I hope it stays that way. But you need to make sure
you have some downtime, too. Go out, be young, have
fun. But not too much fun.”
“Yeah, I had a little too much last night. Hae and I
went clubbing, and I woke up with a mean hangover.”
“Shit, don’t tell me that.” He groaned. “Some nights I
wake up in a cold sweat thinking about you in New
York. I get through it by telling myself you’re too smart
to take chances, thanks to two parents who’ve drilled
safety rules into your DNA.”
“Which is true,” I said, laughing. “That reminds me…
I’m going to start Krav Maga training.”
“Really?” There was a thoughtful pause. “One of the
guys on the force is big on it. Maybe I’ll check it out and
we can compare notes when I come out to visit you.”
“You’re coming to New York?” I couldn’t hide my
excitement. “Oh, Dad, I’d love it if you would. As much
as I miss SoCal, Manhattan is really awesome. I think
you’ll like it.”
“I’d like anyplace in the world as long as you’re
there.” He waited a beat, then asked, “How’s your
mom?”
“Well…she’s Mom. Beautiful, charming, and
obsessive-compulsive.”
My chest hurt and I rubbed at it. I thought my dad
might still love my mom. He’d never married. That was
one of the reasons I never told him about what
happened to me. As a cop, he would’ve insisted on
pressing charges and the scandal would have
destroyed my mother. I also worried that he’d lose
respect for her or even blame her, and it hadn’t been
her fault. As soon as she’d found out what her stepson
was doing to me, she’d left a husband she was happy
with and filed for divorce.
I kept talking, waving at Hae as he came rushing in
with a little blue Tiffany & Co. bag. “We had a spa day
today. It was a fun way to cap off the week.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I’m
glad you two are managing to spend time together.
What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?”
I hedged on the subject of the charity event, knowing
the whole red carpet business and astronomicallypriced
dinner seats would just highlight the gap
between my parents’ lives. “Hae and I are going out to
eat, and then I plan on staying in tomorrow. Sleeping in
late, hanging out in my pajamas all day, maybe some
movies and food delivery of some sort. A little
vegetating before a new work week kicks off.”
“Sounds like heaven to me. I may copy you when my
next day off rolls around.”
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was creeping past six.
“I have to get ready now. Be careful at work, okay? I
worry about you, too.”
“Will do. Bye, baby.”
The familiar sign-off had me missing him so much
my throat hurt. “Oh, wait! I’m getting a new cell phone.
I’ll text you the number as soon as I have it.”
“Again? You just got a new one when you moved.”
“Long, boring story.”
“Hmm…Don’t put it off. They’re good for safety as
well as playing Angry Birds.”
“I’m over that game!” I laughed and warmth spread
through me to hear him laughing, too. “I’ll call you in a
few days. Be good.”
“That’s my line.”
We hung up. I sat for a few moments in the ensuing
silence, feeling like everything was right in my world,
which never lasted long. I brooded on that for minute;
then Cary cranked up Hinder on his bedroom stereo
and that kicked my butt into gear.
I hurried to my room to get ready for a night with
Seunghyun.
“Necklace or no necklace?” I asked Hae, when he
came into my bedroom looking seriously amazing.
Dressed in his new Brioni tux, he was both debonair
and dashing, and certain to attract attention.
“Hmm.” His head tilted to the side as he studied me.
“Hold it up again.”
I lifted the choker of gold coins to my throat. The
dress my mom had sent was fire engine red and styled
for a Grecian goddess. It hung on one shoulder, cut
diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip,
and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down
my leg. There was no back to speak of, aside from a
slender strip of rhinestones that connected one side to
the other to keep the front from falling off. Otherwise,
the back was bared to just above the crack of my
buttocks in a racy V-cut.
“Forget the necklace,” he said. “I was leaning
toward gold chandeliers, but now I’m thinking diamond
hoops. The biggest ones you’ve got.”
“What? Really?” I frowned at our reflections in my
cheval mirror, watching as he moved to my jewelry box
and dug through it.
“These.” He brought them to me and I eyed the twoinch
hoops my mother had given me for my eighteenth
birthday. “Trust me,Y/N. Try ’em on.”
I did and found he was right. It was a very different
look from the gold choker, less glam and more edgy
sensuality. And the earrings went well with the
diamond anklet on my right leg that I’d never think of
the same way again after Seunghyun’s comment. With my
hair swept off my face into a cascade of thick,
deliberately messy curls, I had a just-screwed look that
was complemented by smoky eye shadow and glossy
nude lips.
“What would I do without you, Hae?”
“Baby girl”—he set his hands on my shoulders and
pressed his cheek to mine—“you’ll never find out.”
“You look awesome, by the way.”
“Don’t I?” He winked and stepped back, showing
off.
In his own way, Hae could give Seunghyun a run for his
money…er, looks. Hae was more finely featured,
almost pretty compared to Seunghyun’s savage beauty,
but both were striking men that made you look twice,
and then stare in greedy delight.
Hae hadn’t been quite so perfect when I met him.
He’d been strung out and gaunt, his emerald eyes
cloudy and lost. But I’d been drawn to him, going out of
my way to sit next to him in group therapy. He’d finally
propositioned me crudely, having come to believe the
only reason people associated with him was because
they wanted to fuck him. It was when I declined, firmly
and irrevocably, that we finally connected and became
best friends. He was the brother I’d never had.
The intercom buzzed and I jumped, making me
realize how nervous I was. I looked at Hae. “I forgot to
tell the front desk he was coming back.”
“I’ll get him.”
“Are you going to be okay riding over with Johns
and my mom?”
“Are you kidding? They love me.” His smile
dimmed. “Having second thoughts about going with
Lee?”
I took a deep breath, remembering where I’d been
earlier—on my back in a multi-orgasmic daze. “Not
really, no. It’s just that everything’s happening so fast
and going better than I expected or realized I
wanted…”
“You’re wondering what the catch is.” Reaching out,
he tapped my nose with his fingertip. “He’s the catch,
Y/N. And you landed him. Enjoy yourself.”
“I’m trying.” I was grateful that Hae understood me
and the way my mind worked. It was just so easy being
with him, knowing he could fill in the blanks when I
couldn’t explain something.
“I researched the hell out of him this morning and
printed out the interesting recent stuff. It’s on your desk,
if you decide you want to check it out.”
I remembered him printing something before we got
ready for the spa. Pushing onto my tiptoes, I kissed his
cheek. “You’re the best. I love you.”
“Back atcha, baby girl.” He headed out. “I’ll head
down to the front desk and bring him up. Take your
time. He’s ten minutes early.”
Smiling, I watched him saunter into the hallway. The
door had closed behind him when I moved into the
small sitting room attached to my bedroom. On the
very impractical escritoire my mother had picked out, I
found a folder filled with articles and printed images. I
settled into the chair and got lost in Lee Seunghyun’s
history.
It was like watching a train wreck to read that he
was the son of LEE Jinyoung, former chairman of an
investment securities firm later found to be a front for a
massive Ponzi scheme. Seunghyun was just five years old
when his dad committed suicide with a gunshot to the
head rather than face prison time.
Oh, Seunghyun. I tried to picture him that young and
imagined a handsome dark-haired boy with beautiful
blue eyes filled with terrible confusion and sadness.
The image broke my heart. How devastating his
father’s suicide—and the circumstances around it—
must have been, for both him and his mother. The
stress and strain at such a difficult time would’ve been
enormous, especially for a child of that age.
His mother went on to marry Christopher Vidal, a
music executive, and had two more children,
Christopher Vidal Jr. and Ireland Vidal, but it seemed
a larger family and financial security had come too late
to help Seunghyun stabilize after such a huge shakeup. He
was too closed off not to bear some painful emotional
scars.
With a critical and curious eye, I studied the women
who’d been photographed with Seunghyun and thought
about his approach to dating, socializing, and sex. I
saw that my mom had been right—they were all
brunettes. The woman who appeared with him most
often bore the hallmarks of a Hispanic heritage. She
was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy.
“Magdalene Perez,” I murmured, grudgingly
admitting that she was a stunner. Her posture had the
kind of flamboyant confidence that I admired.
“Okay, it’s been long enough,” Hae interrupted with
a soft note of amusement. He filled the doorway to my
sitting room, leaning insolently into the doorjamb.
“Really?” I’d been so absorbed; I hadn’t realized
how much time had passed.
“I would guess you’re about a minute away from him
coming to find you. He’s barely restraining himself.”
I shut the folder and stood.
“Interesting reading, isn’t it?”
“Very.” How had Seunghyun’s father—or more
specifically, his father’s suicide—influenced his life?
I knew all the answers I wanted were waiting for me
in the next room.
Leaving my bedroom, I took the hallway to the living
room. I paused on the threshold, my gaze riveted to
Seunghyun’s back as he stood in front of the windows and
looked out at the city. My heart rate kicked up. His
reflection revealed a contemplative mood. His gaze
was unfocused and his mouth grim. His crossed arms
betrayed an inherent unease, as if he was out of his
element. He looked remote and removed, a man who
was inherently alone.
He sensed my presence or maybe he felt my
yearning. He pivoted; then went very still. I took the
opportunity to drink him in, my gaze sliding all over
him. He looked every inch the powerful magnate. So
sensually handsome my eyes burned just from looking
at him. The rakish fall of black hair around his face
made my fingers flex with the urge to touch it. And the
way he looked at me…my pulse leaped.
“Y/N.” He came toward me, his stride graceful and
strong. He caught up my hand and lifted it to his mouth.
His gaze was intense—intensely hot, intensely
focused.
The feel of his lips against my skin sent goose
bumps racing up my arm and stirred memories of that
sinful mouth on other parts of my body. I was instantly
aroused. “Hi.”
Amusement warmed his eyes. “Hi, yourself. You
look amazing. I can’t wait to show you off.”
I breathed through the delight I felt at the
compliment. “Let’s hope I can do you justice.”
A slight frown knit the space between his brows.
“Do you have everything you need?”
Hae appeared beside me, carrying my black velvet
shawl and opera length gloves. “Here you go. I tucked
your gloss into your clutch.”
“You’re the best, Hae.”
He winked at me—which told me he’d seen the
condoms I had tucked into the small interior pocket. “I’ll
head down with you two.”
Seunghyun took the shawl from Hae and draped it over
my shoulders. He pulled my hair out from underneath it
and the feel of his hands at my neck so distracted me, I
barely paid attention when Hae pushed my gloves into
my hands.
The elevator ride to the lobby was an exercise in
surviving acute sexual tension. Not that Hae seemed
to notice. He was on my left with both hands in his
pockets, whistling. Seunghyun, on the other hand, was a
tremendous force on the other side of me. Although he
didn’t move or make a sound, I could feel the edgy
energy radiating from him. My skin tingled from the
magnetic pull between us, and my breath came short
and fast. I was relieved when the doors opened and
freed us from the enclosed space.
Two women stood waiting to get on. Their jaws
dropped when they saw Seunghyun and Hae, and that
lightened my mood and made me smile.
“Ladies,” Hae greeted them, with a smile that really
wasn’t fair. I could almost see their brain cells
misfiring.
In contrast, Seunghyun gave a curt nod and led me out
with a hand at the small of my back, skin to skin. The
contact was electric, sending heat pouring through me.
I squeezed Hae’s hand. “Save a dance for me.”
“Always. See you in a bit.”
A limousine was waiting at the curb, and the driver
opened the door when Seunghyun and I stepped outside. I
slid across the bench seat to the opposite side and
adjusted my gown. When Seunghyun settled beside me
and the door shut, I became highly conscious of how
good he smelled. I breathed him in, telling myself to
relax and enjoy his company. He took my hand and ran
his fingertips over the palm, the simple touch sparking
a fierce lust. I shrugged off my shawl, feeling too hot to
wear it.
“Y/N.” He hit a button and the privacy glass behind
the driver began to slide up. The next moment I was
tugged across his lap and his mouth was on mine,
kissing me fiercely.
I did what I’d wanted to do since I saw him in my
living room: I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed
him back. I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had
to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited
too long. I sucked on his tongue, having learned how
much he liked it, having learned how much I liked it,
how much it made me want to suck him elsewhere with
the same eagerness.
His hands were sliding over my bare back and I
moaned, feeling the prod of his erection against my
hip. I shifted, moving to straddle him, shoving the skirt
of my gown out of the way and making a mental note to
thank my mom for the dress—which had such a
convenient slit. With my knees on either side of his
hips, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and
deepened the kiss. I licked into his mouth, nibbled on
his lower lip, stroked my tongue along his…
Seunghyun gripped my waist and pushed me away. He
leaned into the seat back, his neck arched to look up
at my face, his chest heaving. “What are you doing to
me?”
I ran my hands down his chest through his dress
shirt, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his muscles.
My fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, my mind
forming a picture of how he might look naked. “I’m
touching you. Enjoying the hell out of you. I want you,
Seunghyun .”
He caught my wrists, stilling my movements. “Later.
We’re in the middle of Manhattan.”
“No one can see us.”
“That’s not the point. It’s not the time or place to start
something we can’t finish for hours. I’m losing my mind
already from this afternoon.”
“So let’s make sure we finish it now.”
His grip tightened painfully. “We can’t do that here.”
“Why not?” Then a surprising thought struck me.
“Haven’t you ever had sex in a limo?”
“No.” His jaw hardened. “Have you?”
Looking away without answering, I saw the traffic
and pedestrians surging around us. We were only
inches away from hundreds of people, but the dark
glass concealed us and made me feel reckless. I
wanted to please him. I wanted to know I was capable
of reaching into Lee Seunghyun , and there was nothing
to stop me but him.
I rocked my hips against him, stroking myself with
the hard length of his cock. His breath hissed out
between clenched teeth.
“I need you, Seunghyun ,” I said breathlessly, inhaling his
scent, which was richer now that he was aroused. I
thought I might be slightly intoxicated, just from the
enticing smell of his skin. “You drive me crazy.”
He released my wrists and cupped my face, his lips
pressing hard against mine. I reached for the fly of his
slacks, freeing the two buttons to access the
concealed zipper. He tensed.
“I need this,” I whispered against his lips. “Give me
this.”
He didn’t relax, but he made no further attempts to
stop me either. When he fell heavily into my palms, he
groaned, the sound both pained and erotic. I squeezed
him gently, my touch deliberately tender as I sized him
with my hands. He was so hard, like stone, and hot. I
slid both of my fists up his length from root to tip, my
breath catching when he quivered beneath me.
Seunghyun gripped my thighs, his hands sliding upward
beneath the edges of my dress until his thumbs found
the red lace of my thong. “Your cunt is so sweet,” he
murmured into my mouth. “I want to spread you out and
lick you ’til you beg for my cock.”
“I’ll beg now, if you want.” I stroked him with one
hand and reached for my clutch with the other,
snapping it open to grab a condom.
One of his thumbs slid beneath the edge of my
panties, the pad sliding through the slickness of my
desire. “I’ve barely touched you,” he whispered, his
eyes glittering up at me in the shadows of the
backseat, “and you’re ready for me.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to help it.” He pushed his thumb
inside me, biting his lower lip when I clenched
helplessly around him. “It wouldn’t be fair when I can’t
stop what you do to me.”
I ripped the foil packet open with my teeth and held
it out to him with the ring of the condom protruding from
the tear. “I’m not good with these.”
His hand curled around mine. “I’m breaking all my
rules with you.”
The seriousness of his low tone sent a burst of
warmth and confidence through me. “Rules are made
to be broken.”
I saw his teeth flash white; then he hit a button on the
panel beside him and said, “Drive until I say
otherwise.”
My cheeks heated. Another car’s headlights pierced
the dark tinted glass and slid over my face, betraying
my embarrassment.
“Why, Y/N,” he purred, rolling the condom on deftly.
“You’ve seduced me into having sex in my limousine,
but blush when I tell my driver I don’t want to be
interrupted while you do it to me?”
His sudden playfulness made me desperate to have
him. Setting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I
lifted onto my knees, rising to gain the height I needed
to hover over the crown of Seunghyun’s thick cock. His
hands fisted at my hips and I heard a snap as he tore
my panties away. The abrupt sound and the violent
action behind it spurred my desire to a fever pitch.
“Go slow,” he ordered hoarsely, lifting his hips to
push his pants down farther.
His erection brushed between my legs as he moved
and I whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the
orgasms he’d given me earlier had only deepened my
craving rather than appeased it.
He tensed when I wrapped my fingers around him
and positioned him, tucking the wide crest against the
saturated folds of my cleft. The scent of our lust was
heavy and humid in the air, a seductive mix of need
and pheromones that awakened every cell in my body.
My skin was flushed and tingling, my breasts heavy
and tender.
This is what I’d wanted from the moment I first saw
him—to possess him, to climb up his magnificent body
and take him deep inside me.
“God. Y/N,” he gasped as I lowered onto him, his
hands flexing restlessly on my thighs.
I closed my eyes, feeling too exposed. I’d wanted
intimacy with him and yet this seemed too intimate.
We were eye-to-eye, only inches apart, cocooned in a
small space with the rest of the world streaming by
around us. I could sense his agitation, knew he was
feeling as off-center as I was.
“You’re so tight.” His gasped words were threaded
with a hint of delicious agony.
I took more of him, letting him slide deeper. I sucked
in a deep breath, feeling exquisitely stretched. “You’re
so big.”
Pressing his palm flat to my lower belly, he touched
my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb and began
to massage it in slow, expertly soft circles. Everything
in my core tightened and clenched, sucking him
deeper. Opening my eyes, I looked at him from under
heavy eyelids. He was so beautiful sprawled beneath
me in his elegant tuxedo, his powerful body straining
with the primal need to mate.
His neck arched, his head pressing hard into the
seatback as if he was struggling against invisible
bonds. “Ah, Christ,” he bit out, his teeth grinding. “I’m
going to come so hard.”
The dark promise excited me. Sweat misted my
skin. I became so wet and hot that I slid smoothly down
the length of his cock until I’d nearly sheathed him. A
breathless cry escaped me before I’d taken him to the
root. He was so deep I could hardly stand it, forcing me
to shift from side to side, trying to ease the unexpected
bite of discomfort. But my body didn’t seem to care
that he was too big. It was rippling around him,
squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm.
Seunghyun cursed and gripped my hip with his free
hand, urging me to lean backward as his chest heaved
with frantic breaths. The position altered my descent
and I opened, accepting all of him. Immediately his
body temperature rose, his torso radiating sultry heat
through his clothes. Sweat dotted his upper lip.
Leaning forward, I slid my tongue along the sculpted
curve, collecting the saltiness with a low murmur of
delight. His hips churned impatiently. I lifted carefully,
sliding up a few inches before he stopped me with that
ferocious grasp on my hip.
“Slow,” he warned again, with an authoritative bite
that sent lust pulsing through me.
I lowered, taking him into me again, feeling an oddly
luscious soreness as he pushed just past my limits.
Our eyes locked on each other as the pleasure spread
from the place where we connected. It struck me then
that we were both fully clothed except for the most
private and intimate parts of our bodies. I found that
excruciatingly carnal, as were the sounds he made, as
if the pleasure was as extreme for him as it was for
me. Wild for him, I pressed my mouth to his, my fingers
gripping the sweat-damp roots of his hair. I kissed him
as I rocked my hips, riding the maddening circling of
his thumb, feeling the orgasm building with every slide
of his long, thick penis into my melting core.
I lost my mind somewhere along the way, primitive
instinct taking over until my body was completely in
charge. I could focus on nothing but the driving urge to
fuck, the ferocious need to ride his cock until the
tension burst and set me free of this grinding hunger.
“It’s so good,” I sobbed, lost to him. “You feel…Ah,
God, it’s too good.”
Using both hands, Seunghyun commanded my rhythm,
tilting me into an angle that had the big crown of his
cock rubbing a tender, aching spot inside me. As I
tightened and shook, I realized I was going to come
from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside me.
“ Seunghyun .”
He captured me by the nape as the orgasm
exploded through me, starting with the ecstatic
spasms of my core and radiating outward until I was
trembling all over. He watched me fall apart, holding
my gaze when I would’ve closed my eyes. Possessed
by his stare, I moaned and came harder than I ever
had, my body jerking with every pulse of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, pounding his hips up
at me, yanking my hips down to meet his punishing
lunges. He hit the end of me with every deep thrust,
battering into me. I could feel him growing harder and
thicker.
I watched him avidly, needing to see it when he went
over the edge for me. His eyes were wild with his
need, losing their focus as his control frayed, his
gorgeous face ravaged by the brutal race to climax.
“Y/N!” He came with an animal sound of feral
ecstasy, a snarling release that riveted me with its
ferocity. He shook as the orgasm tore into him, his
features softening for an instant with an unexpected
vulnerability.
Cupping his face, I brushed my lips across his,
comforting him as the forceful bursts of his gasping
breaths struck my cheeks.
“ Y/N .” He wrapped his arms around me and
crushed me to him, pressing his damp face into the
curve of my neck.
I knew just how he felt. Stripped. Laid bare.
We stayed like that for a long time, holding each
other, absorbing the aftershocks. He turned his head
and kissed me softly, the strokes of his tongue into my
mouth soothing my ragged emotions.
“Wow,” I breathed, shaken.
His mouth twitched. “Yeah.”
I smiled, feeling dazed and high.
Seunghyun brushed the damp tendrils of hair off my
temples, his fingertips gliding almost reverently across
my face. The way he studied me made my chest hurt.
He looked stunned and…grateful, his eyes warm and
tender. “I don’t want to break this moment.”
Because I could hear it hanging in the air, I filled it in.
“But…?”
“But I can’t blow off this dinner. I have a speech to
give.”
“Oh.” The moment was effectively broken.
I lifted gingerly off of him, biting my lip at the feel of
him slipping wetly out of me. The friction was enough
to make me want more. He’d barely softened.
“Damn it,” he said roughly. “I want you again.”
He caught me before I moved away, pulling a
handkerchief out from somewhere and running it gently
between my legs. It was a deeply intimate act, on par
with the sex we’d just had.
When I was dry, I settled on the seat beside him and
dug my lip gloss out of my clutch. I watched Seunghyun
over the edge of my mirrored compact as he removed
the condom and tied it off. He wrapped it in a cocktail
napkin; then tossed it in a cleverly hidden trash
receptacle. After restoring his appearance, he told the
driver to head to our destination. Then he settled into
the seat and stared out the window.
With every second that passed, I felt him
withdrawing, the connection between us slipping
further and further away. I found myself shrinking into
the corner of the seat, away from him, mimicking the
distance I felt building between us. All the warmth I’d
felt receded into a marked chill, cooling me enough
that I pulled my shawl around me again. He didn’t
move a muscle as I shifted beside him and put my
compact away, as if he wasn’t even aware I was there.
Abruptly, Seunghyun opened the bar and pulled out a
bottle. Without looking at me, he asked, “Brandy?”
“No, thank you.” My voice was small, but he didn’t
seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care. He poured a
drink and tossed it back.
Confused and stung, I pulled on my gloves and tried
to figure out what went wrong.
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