Chapter 4

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"What happened to stopping?"

Wonyoung sure doesn't pull any punches. She's lying on her side, head propped up on her hand, as she studies Yujin who's still struggling to catch her breath. So very familiar, Yujin thinks— having Wonyoung in her bed, with sweat cooling off and heartbeats only just slowing down. She glances at her phone. Almost two.

Wonyoung's fingers are lazily drawing invisible circles on her stomach, and she can't find it in herself to even pretend to be mad.

"Well," she start cautiously. "It's... clearly not an option with us."

The other girl snickers. "Clearly." She appears completely at ease as she stares at Yujin. Several hours of good sex will do that, Yujin supposes. She feels at ease, too. Tired and spent. Her eyes venture down to Wonyoung's neck and chest, heaving delicately with breaths, and her body responds, filling up with sweet, throbbing ache all over.

Wonyoung's eyes are clear and piercing. She has no trouble focusing on Yujin's face. Her gaze can't stay in one place. It jumps from her bare shoulder to the curve of her waist and hip. Wonyoung's chest is mostly hidden by a thin sheet, and Yujin finds herself entranced with it, with the way it looks on Wonyoung, easy and comfortable and so, so alluring. Her skin is glistening with cooling sweat. Her neck is covered in marks, fading already— Yujin didn't intend for them to stay, well, not in such a visible play, anyway. The evidence of them. She doesn't even realize she's reaching out until her fingers glide over skin, gently tugging the sheet down and revealing full breasts and pink nipples. Wonyoung chuckles as Yujin slowly pushes her on her back, hovering about the girl and watching Wonyoung scatter on her pillow, each hair seemingly falling into its place.

"I take it you're not in the mood for pillow talk," she drawls, gladly opening her neck to Yujin's insistent lips.

"Is that what we were doing?" Yujin mumbles into her skin. She really wants to know how Wonyoung manages to smell so good even under such circumstances. Yujin needs to take two showers daily to ensure herself her scent is fine. Sometimes, it seems to her that she doesn't even have a scent anymore, and she's more than okay with it. But Wonyoung— even when she sometimes misses a shower or two, her scent is intoxicating.

Wonyoung sighs, and her head falls back. "If you want," she says. "Then yes, that's what we were doing."

"I'm not much of a talker."

That gets a short laugh from her step sister. "Biggest lie I've ever been told," Wonyoung says. "And I dated Kai." The piece of information falls from her tongue so effortlessly it's easy to forget the heavy undercurrent. But Yujin rarely forgets anything. If ever.

She tries very hard not to freeze. Not to make this anything more than it needs to be. "I meant I'm not much of a talker when I'm not having sex," she points out. "And we're not having sex right now."

She lifts her head, practically forcing herself to stop assaulting Wonyoung's neck, and looks at her. Brown eyes twinkle with barely hidden gratitude, and Yujin gives herself a mental pat on the back for making a good call. She wasn't particularly looking forward to discussing sleazy exes, and she's glad Wonyoung's slip up has been successfully glossed over.

"Well," the dark haired girl smirks. "Looks like we're heading that way, so... you still lied, Yujin." She leans up, propping herself up on her elbows, so that her lips brush against Yujin's when she speaks. "You're very much a talker."

"Fine. Let me narrow it down for you," she pushes Wonyoung, making her plop on her back, and leans in. "I don't talk much unless I'm buried knuckle-deep inside you."

The girl smirks. "Now you're just all talk," She taunts.

Yujin feels laughter rumble in her chest. "I think we've exhausted this particular topic." Her laughter grows when Wonyoung rolls them over, straddling her hips and giving her a wicked grin.

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