A/N: Because GE has dirty dreams sometimes...apparently...
He'd almost kissed her.
Almost.
Their bodies had been pressed together so close she felt him exhale before his breath blew against her neck, sending chills down her back.
I'm a cool guy, but not a good guy, he'd said.
In that moment, she hadn't really cared what kind of guy he was.
She's never had someone look at her like that, like he wanted to devour her with his eyes. She knows how he normally looks at her, how everyone looks at her.
Good. Pure. Untouchable.
A child.
If they only knew where her mind goes at night...the thoughts she has...the way her fingers dance across her naked body…
Now, hours later, as she lies in bed futilely attempting sleep, her sunbae's face comes back to her, leaning towards her in slow motion every time she closes her eyes.
What would have happened if their lips had touched?
She runs her thumb over her bottom lip.
Is she a good kisser? She doesn't know. Maybe it is best that she didn't embarrass herself.
But he must be good—she blushes at the thought; probably he'd be so good that her own sloppiness wouldn't matter. He'd devour lips and her cheeks and her neck in the same way his eyes pierced hers and drew her to him.
Closing her eyes, she imagines his arm around her waist again, the only thing keeping her from falling. How, even when he is being a total jerk, has he always managed to make her feel safe?
And so, in her mind...
Their lips touch, and his fingers trace her neck and get tangled in her hair. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, he tugs on her hair and pulls her flush against him. Slipping her arms around her back, she revels in the way his back muscles flex under her fingers. Tentatively, she lets her hands explore his back, then travel over his abdomen.
She's seen him with his shirt off once, a long time ago when they went to New Caledonia. He probably looks even better now, if the muscles in his arms are anything to go by.
Below her comforter, she pulls up the t-shirt she sleeps in and circles her stomach with her thumb. She's been so worried about Jan Di and, once she got home tonight, busy reassuring her mother that everything is going to be fine concerning her father's work—Yi Jeong told her he would call Woo Bin and get a plan in motion by tomorrow morning. Is it so wrong for her to want some small pleasure—something—for herself? To relieve the stress of the past few weeks and the ache in her heart?
Taking her by the waist, Yi Jeong spins her around and pins her to the wall. His forehead touching hers, he slides his hand up to cup her breast, and she shivers again.
She slips a finger under the waistband of her cotton panties and drags it across her abdomen, right at the line where a patch of hair starts, unruly in its natural state. If he touched her there, would he like it? Would he expect her to be shaved? She doesn't know. She's never been touched there before, except by her own fingers. Besides—her cheeks burn in the cool air above her comforter where it stops at her neck—she can't quite imagine taking her clothes off in front of him, not yet.
His teeth are on her neck now, and the hand that isn't massaging her breast through her shirt slips down to her hips. He squeezes one ass cheek, then flattens his palm and slides it over until he reaches the zipper of her skirt and tugs it down.
Her skirt drops to the floor.
Okay. So obviously she's okay with him taking her clothes off.
His mouth attacks hers again, and he slips a hand between her thighs, delicately stroking her womanhood through her leggings.
'Well, it's a dream,' she thinks. 'It can't hurt anything.' Ga Eul mimics his motions with her own finger curling into her panties.
He forces his tongue deeper inside her mouth, cradling her jaw to hold her in place. After a moment, she feels him insert his hand inside her leggings, then into her panties. He opens her vaginal walls slowly, massaging her inner walls first, and she trembles when he finally touches her clit, stroking it once before circling the rest of her...her cunt, as she's read.
"Have you ever been touched before?" fantasy So Yi Jeong whispers in her ear.
"No," she says.
"Well, then, I'll have to make your first time something special."
'Please do,' Ga Eul thinks, now rubbing the bare skin of her clit. With her other hand, she pinches her erect nipples until they're sore. She imagines Yi Jeong matching her rhythm as she rubs faster, harder.
He pops open the top buttons of her blouse and pulls the white fabric back to expose her plain white bra, eyeing her scant cleavage hungrily.
Circling the pad of her bra with his thumb, he toys with the edge of it, his thumb barely brushing her skin then pulling back again.
"May I?" he asks quietly.
His voice is so husky her hips push out against the hand between her thighs, willing him to press her harder.
"Mmm," she whimpers.
He takes it as assent, folds back the padding of her bra to reveal half of one breast, and takes it directly into his mouth, suckling her nipple.
She pinches her nipples harder. Rubs her clit furiously.
He devours her breast and traces her hips. Rubs her in all the virgin places she's saved for him.
Beneath her comforter, her legs spread farther apart, as far as she can spread them without pulling a muscle.
He inserts one finger, presses his lips up to her ear, and tells her delightfully sinful things, about how he's always wanted her, always wanted to kiss her and caress her body and do horrible, shameless things to her, things she could never say out loud.
Her body jerks on the bed, her inexperienced cunt burning and clenching with want. A moan escapes her as she shudders through her orgasm. Familiar satisfaction rolls over her, warming her entire body, and yet, her core feels empty, yearning for more.
Fantasy So Yi Jeong smirks at her and kisses her forehead.
She lies there on damp sheets in a haze, soaked in sweat and her own juices, the delicious images still floating in front of her, close enough to touch.
Then she opens her eyes and sees only her ceiling fan.
No So Yi Jeong.
No pottery studio.
Silly girl.
Tears pool in her eyes.
She can't do this.
She has to stop seeing him.
She has to.
Silly girl.
Doesn't she know she's just a distraction, that he's in love with someone else?
Note: Yeah, I know, sad ending, but...this does *happen* right before she says goodbye to him on the stairs...