My body was...vibrating. It was the strangest thing I've ever felt and as I was trying to push her away, my whole being was screaming for me not to. Was this what Tiffany was talking about? I tested it out by kissing her back and almost immediately she moaned into my mouth, tightening her grip on my wrist while her other hand stayed clenched at her side.

The echo from her moan gave me goose-bumps and I gasped from the sensation. Jessica's kisses were nothing like this. Although I could tell Tiffany was very inexperienced, she kissed with feeling and passion. I just knew that she felt something for me whereas with Jessica...all kissing was to her was foreplay to get me wet so she could get what she wanted.

I slid my tongue against hers and I felt her thrust her hips against my thigh. Fuck. She's a kid! She's a kid Taeyeon pull away!

"Tiff" I mumbled and turned my head away, wincing at the emptiness I felt immediately after. She didn't stop though, instead she left a trail of kisses down my neck and I squirmed when she reached a special spot of mine. She paused and kissed it again and I had the exact same reaction.

"Tiffany" I moaned when she took that spot and sucked hard on it. "Fuck" I then growled and unconsciously tilted my head so she could reach it easier.

She moved her hand to cup the back of my neck but then moved it again to get caught in my hair, I whimpered at the feeling. I had had past boyfriends and girlfriends do this kind of thing...but why was it that only Tiffany could get this reaction? And with her being so inexperienced? Also, where the hell had this confidence come from?

I yelped when she bit down on the bruise she had left there. I then struggled and finally she let go while I staggered away from her. I held my hand to my neck, it was tingling like crazy and my lips were swollen to hell. I looked at her and could see her eyes had returned to their natural unconfident state as she brought a hand up to her mouth.

"God I'm so sorry" she cried and ran to me, pushing me down on the sofa and staring at the hickey. "Oh my god, does it hurt? I was just kissing you I didn't mean to injure you" she whimpered and I couldn't help but laugh. Bless her... "Don't laugh this is serious!"

"Tiff" I cried, unable to breathe normally between my laughs. She was so innocent it was hilarious how she thought she had severely hurt me. My laughter was contagious and she looked annoyed when she had to laugh with me.

"There's nothing funny about this Tae" she chuckled and pushed me, my back hitting the back of the sofa with force. Tears were streaming down my face but I was calming down slowly. That was until... "Do I need to call an ambulance? Is this a side effect or something?"

I was dying, I felt so bad laughing at her but my god it was funny. "Tiff, it's a hickey" I chuckled and was finally able to get a hold of myself. "Jesus Christ" I sniggered and left to go to the bathroom to clean up the mess I called a face. I looked in the mirror at my mascara filled cheeks and red blotchy skin until I laid my eyes upon the mark Tiffany had left on me.

It was certainly one of the most vibrant purple hickeys I had ever received. I saw Tiffany's reflection coming up behind me and her eyes were drawn to the bruise too. I saw tears gather in her eyes making me hold back more laughter.

"You haven't hurt me" I said to her while I applied some foundation to my face.

"I don't see what was so funny about THAT" she pointed to it.

"Haven't you heard of a hickey before sweetie?" I asked curiously, not surprised to see her shake her head. "It's a mark someone makes on another person by sucking the skin there. It makes a bruise because the sucking action breaks the capillaries beneath the surface of the skin or something...I don't know" I shrugged but was pulled around to face Tiffany quickly, her eyes filled with worry.

"Oh my god are you bleeding to death inside?"

"Huh? No babe" I chuckled and turned back to the mirror. "It's just a bruise, like how you would bang against something but it's a pleasurable version" I smiled and wiped my eyes from the mascara before reapplying it when they were clear of the smudges.

"So it feels good?" She looked confused.

"It felt good" I corrected her. "Right now it's tingling a little because you did it on one of my sensitive spots" I smirked. "I can't believe you've never heard of a hickey"

"Well when you're in an orphanage that forbids any contact with the opposite sex and with people watching you at all times like an eagle...it's hard to experience something like that. Plus we had no TV's or movies to learn about it" she replied. "When I kissed you I literally had no idea what I was doing, you were my first proper kiss" she blushed.

"What? Aw babe...well I think you did pretty well" I admitted and smiled when her cheeks turned even pinker, I felt bad about taking her first kiss though, although she was the one who had kissed me. "I was impressed you managed to find this spot to be honest, my past lovers always skipped it and paid attention to somewhere else. I guess it's because it's a little towards the back of my neck, well hidden."

"I just noticed you reacted differently when I kissed it and I did what my body was telling me to do." she sighed.

Once I finished my makeup, I turned to her and she studied my made up face with a glint in her eye.

"You look very pretty" she smiled and played with her fingers nervously.

"Thanks, would you like me to do your makeup for you?" I asked

"I...I've never used it before"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course" I couldn't help but smile at her answer. "You're the only person I trust"

"Aww" I grinned and patted her head finding it mildly amusing when she crinkled her nose up like a cute kid. "Well you're beautiful already without makeup, I can't imagine how much more gorgeous you'll look with it" that made her tremendous eye-smile come out, I hadn't seen it for a while and it never failed to make me dazzled. "Come" I said and grabbed my makeup bag and her hand, taking her outside to the dining room table.

I sat her down and grabbed another chair, sitting down opposite her and trying to get as close as possible until our knees touched. I could tell that my back was going to ache after a while as I had to bend to reach her so I got rid of the chair.

"Can I sit on your lap? It'll make things easier"

"Y-yes" she stuttered. Cute.

I straddled her and started to work on her face. Luckily her skin was clear so I didn't need any concealer or anything. I applied some foundation and massaged it into her face, her skin tone was exactly the same as mine.

"Close your eyes" I said and then rubbed it over her eyelids. After I was done, I set it with a loose powder and started applying the eye make-up. She was a little nervous but I told her I wouldn't hurt her.

It didn't take long to make her stunning and as I placed all the makeup items I had used back into the bag, I looked at her and was in awe of my own work...seriously. I'm amazing.

"Wow" I said as I studied her.

She smiled "Does it look good?"

"See for yourself" I grinned and handed her a mirror I had brought with me.

"Wow" she exhaled making me laugh. "You're great" she said as she lowered the mirror and shot me another eye-smile.

"And you're beautiful. It's hard to believe you've never dated anybody."

"Like I said, the orphanage..."

"I know. Are you curious about anything? I could tell you about things that you read about or something?"

She thought for a while, not once did I realise I was still sitting on her. It was comfortable and I forgot all about it.

"I'm curious if I have one of those sensitive spots" she blushed.

"Well I think everyone has one or many, they're actually more known as turn on spots, I have another that I know of."

"Where?" She asked

I smirked, grabbed her hand and began to rub it down my back until she passed over my shirt and I made her stop. She tickled and pressed around until I squirmed, making her smile. It was to the right of my spine just inches above where the crack of my butt started.

"Ah" she blushed and removed her hand awkwardly. I stared into her eyes for what seemed like a decade until I realised I was leaning in, fuck. I got up off her and walked away, running my hand through my hair until I glanced back in her direction to see she was still staring at me.

Why was I walking away? I guess you could say I was scared. I was scared of moving on from Jessica despite how much of a bitch she is. I was scared of unintentionally playing with Tiffany's very fragile feelings, giving her false hope. My head was so messed up...I didn't know how I felt about Tiffany. I had no idea whether I liked her romantically or felt for her like a guardian would...but then again, I knew one thing...

I enjoyed that kiss.