Long time no see.
It's quite late by now. You've left the underground maze long ago, and now everyone is just sitting on the floor of what once was probably a living room of a big house. The air is stale and thick, and everyone in the room is covered in sweat and dirt. You have your back against a wall, Jorge sits by your side and you pretend to be paying attention to his words while staring at the only other girl in the group.
Teresa's sitting on the opposite side of the room, Thomas and Minho sit next to her in a semi circle, all of them scraping what's left of the canned food. You can't help but feel a tinge of jealously as she laughs at something Thomas says. You're still thinking about what happened earlier and honestly it's just making your head feel heavy.
After a few more minutes, Minho gets up and announces (dramatically) that he is going to sleep. Everyone else hums in response and soon the boys are all up and choosing roommates and rooms. In a matter of minutes, there's only you and Jorge left. You noticed Teresa's small steps as she left the room, giving you a warm smile before disappearing in the shadows.
An hour later, you're leaving your room and going downstairs, thanking god there was enough room so that you could have your own. You're careful not to make any noises as you step out into the surprisingly cold night, shuddering slightly. You don't really want another encounter with cranks so you don't wander away. You see a figure standing on the other side of what was once a street, back turned to you, looking up. Your heart races when you realize who it is.
She doesn't notice you walking behind you until you're hugging her from behind, your chin resting on her left shoulder and your arms surround her lower torso. Her breath hitches and her body stiffens.
"It's just me" You soothe her, your mouth just against the shell of her ear. She sighs.
"Dammit Brenda"
You hug her closer, pulling her back against you and she relaxes under your touch.
You stay like that for a while, until you flatten your palms against her fabric-covered stomach, running your hands up and down, slowly. She doesn't move. Your hand find their way under her shirt, and soon enough your fingers are slowly tracing a path up her torso. You kiss her neck a few times, and when she gives away space, you suck on her pulse point. The only sounds floating on the night air are the ones of your lips against her skin and of her heavy breathing and ocasionnal whimper.
"Are you okay?" You ask, your lips moving against her skin and your hands never stopping the slow but constant movements. You move up, kissing her jaw, licking and sucking again.
"Yeah" She lets out.
While your right hand moves up, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, your left hand goes down. She moans out loud at the sudden actions, and you smirk against her hair. You hesitate when you reach her pants button, siletnly asking for permission.
"Please" She begs, and warm heat is pooling between your thighs, your head is spinning.
You slowly slide your fingers between the fabric of her (and you're surprised. And even more surprised at the fact that you find it very, very hot) boxers and her soft skin. She moans and lets out air at the same time when you cup her sex. You can't think properly.
For a while, all you do is slowly move your fingers up and down, running them along her soft, wet lips, and her whimpers start to get more and more desperate.
Suddenly, she tugs your arm up, turning around and pressing her lips against yours.
"Do you have a room for yourself?' She asks in between quick intakes of breath.
You don't answer, instead taking her hand and leading her back to the house. To the stairs. To your room. She closes the door behind you carefully so not to wake anyone up, and in a matter of second she's pushing you onto the bed, quickly tugging her shirt up, taking off her pants and staring at you hungrily, half-naked. You can't help your eyes from roaming around her body, taking all of it in and still, you're annoyed at the fact that she's not completely naked. She's towering over you, expectantly, and you're confused for a second before you remember that yeah, you still have clothes on.
She kneels on the bed, each thigh pressing at the sides of your own, and for once you're glad for the heigh difference as you sit up with her on your lap, and she's tugging your shirt up, and kissing you slowly, passionately, and then her fingers unlatch your bra and there it is, the moment she finally hesitates as she looks down with a mix of surprise, adoration and just pure arousal.
Then her lips are on you, all over you, and you fall back on the bed, your bare back hitting the (recently) clean sheets and your hands running over her lower back.
Suddenly, her lips latch over one of your nipples and you can't stop the moan from escaping your lips or your nails from digging on her back.
She keeps licking, sucking and biting, earning more and more moans and whimpers. You can't control yourself.
With all the strenght you've got, you turn both of you around, her back hitting the mattress and a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into her. You fingers rake down her stomach and you watch her face as your hand once again finds it's way inside her boxers. You don't give her much time before your pointer finger is slowly making it's way inside her folds. Her face contorts into a mix of surprise and pleasure and your heart leaps up. You move slowly, giving her time to adjust, your finger barely moving inside of her.
You reach up, then, and before you can even stop yourself you're bringing your own finger to your mouth, licking it and humming, your eyes closing instantly.
"Fuck, you taste good" You mumble.
You can feel her whole body trembling under you, and hear her helpless moan. She lets out inaudible words under her breath.
You slowly unlatch her bra, smiling as she lifts herself up to make it easier for you. You look down and sigh at the sight, looking up at her face. She smiles fondly at you, and it's weirdly encouraging.
You kiss her again, and you still feel your whole body light up.
"Can I... taste you?" You mumble, and she stops breathing before nodding slowly.
Your heart feels like it's trying to break out of your ribcage as you slowly slide against her body, down and down until your lips find the rim of her underwear and you kiss the skin there softly before pulling the last piece of clothing out of her body and then she's completely exposed and so very close and it's all intoxicating.
Before you get too nervous to move your tongue meets her clit and everything is Teresa.