Happy late, late, late, late, late, late Valentine's Day. I got a bit naughty. I'm sorry.
Taking it back to college days again and mature, of course.
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"Isn't it a bit late to be doing laundry?"
Yumemi let out a half-strangled scream. Heart ramming against her ribs, her lungs burned at the sudden expectoration of air and fire shot through her veins. As soon as her gaze landed on the familiar sight of one hip cocked and head tilted with a haughty smirk, fury overtook her terror.
"Munto!" Not finding him the least amusing, she spun back around, crossing her arms and glaring down at the washing machine in front of her.
Blood pumped through her ears, a bass of her heart thumping against the back of her skull. Her fire of high strung emotions simmered, leaving ice on her bones and goosebumps upon her skin. Lacking air, the room spun for a moment, leaving her weightless as she focused on the machine's timer tick down.
The machine thrashed around in its spot, the vibrations tickling her toes as they traveled through the tiles and she wished her boyfriend was a few inches shorter so she could thrash him.
"Love…" Warm digits electrified the skin at her hips where her thin top stopped just at the hem of her sweatpants. "I didn't mean to startle you, but it is one in the morning… and you're doing laundry." His touch brought a new rush of heat to her face.
"I got tired of studying." Yumemi, not being in a forgiving mood, brushed away his touch. Her skin contracted as cool air replaced his warmth.
He sighed, running long fingers through equally long locks. Dressed in jeans, a plain shirt, and the leather jacket she insisted he wear to a concert months back, Munto propped himself on the dryer beside her.
"Yumemi," soft as a feather, his thumb ran a trail down from her temple to the corner of her lips. "I am sorry for distressing you. I only came to check-in." They hadn't seen each other in months - actually, since the concert. "You had an exam today?"
"Just a quiz." His gentle touch and soft voice lulled her in and she accepted the comfort he offered. "I don't think I did all too well."
"Better to fail a quiz than to fail a test, no?"
"I guess."
Rather than argue, Munto tilted her chin up to press a tender kiss to her lips. She stepped further into his arms, hands smoothing over the leather fabric.
"I've missed you." She nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his masculine musk.
"And I, you." He held her close, using one hand to massage her scalp to release the tension in her temples.
The washer's turbulent rocking came to a sudden stop. Its silence broke the two apart as Yumemi hurried to shove her clothes in the dryer.
The moment her fingers pushed the button, he hauled her back into his arms. He tenderly kissed her cheeks, then her temples, then her lips. It brought a smile to her face and a small giggle broke free at his light touches.
Yumemi gasped as his hands palmed her ass and his kisses became rough. He nipped at her bottom lip, coaxing her lips to part with his tongue. Barely able to catch her breath with his intense and obstinate assault, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, head buzzing from the taste of him.
It reminded her of the first time she had sipped a bit of wine from his cup. The sun had long set, leaving torches to provide them light on the balcony and only them two to keep company. His wine had left her buzzed from the strong tang of wild berries and heat flushed her face as she coughed. However, it couldn't compare to his kiss that tasted of chocolate pastries and wine as his hands grazed the sleeves of her dress.
Naked feet left the cool tile, dangling in the air for only a moment before her heels knocked against the metal of the washer. They lifted once more to dig into smooth leather, pinching the fabric.
"Munto…" Panting, Yumemi kneaded his shoulders in pleasure as his lips trailed down to her collarbone. He electrified her skin with his teasing tongue.
Utterly wicked, his hands roamed her back, nails scraping along delicate skin.
"Did I tell you how much I missed you?" His rasping murmur vibrated through her, mixing with his burning touch and she shamelessly rubbed herself against him.
"You mentioned something of the sort."
"Allow me to elaborate then."
With a growl, Munto lifted her shirt, a purr erupting at the sight of her freed breasts. He provided them each with the attention they were due. He laved at one with his tongue as his palm massaged the other.
Yumemi threw her head back, hands grasping at his hair. Her heels dug into his lower back, pushing down on his jeans until they were slipping off his hips.
Munto hooked his thumbs into her waistband and slipped the material off. He wasted no time shoving his jeans the rest of the way down. She wrapped her legs back around his waist, not giving him a moment to think as she drew him in.
They moaned, neither moving as a heartbeat of serenity fell over them. In the next beat, she had her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he drove himself deep inside her. He grunted in her ear as he increased his tempo, encouraged by her moans and the way she tightened around him. Her grip on him never loosening, she met him stroke for stroke in her desperation.
Her hips jerked uncontrollably and rather than subdue her, he let her spasm against him, her orgasm letting loose a fury inside her. Her scream reverberated around them, ricocheting off the tiled floor and windows.
Yumemi's body jerked to the left, a wet pool between her legs in the tangled sheets. A layer of sweat molded her nightclothes to her skin causing irritation. With a huff, she peeked over at her roommate that slept soundly on her thin bunk. At least she hadn't made any noise in her sleep.
A bright light permeated the room and Yumemi shielded her eyes. Her phone. Pushing through the stinging of her eyes, she pulled it from its charger.
Laundry room, eh?
Heat exploded across her face.
It didn't happen too often, but their dreams did have a tendency to connect, especially when strong emotions were involved.
Thinking back on her dream - actually, their dream - humiliation buried the last of her hormones. The laundry room. The shared laundry room. For the entire east wing of her dormitory.
Another flash of light had her blinking back her tears.
While I'm able to take the blame for the intrusion, I do believe the chosen scenery was all you.
Yumemi shook her head at that. She had been thinking of their last night together. How much she missed him. How he held her tight. How wicked he had been.
Another flash. Another message.
A fantasy of yours? ¬‿¬
She grabbed one of her pillows, tossing her phone aside, and groaned in the frilly material. She may not respond but he'd never forget to mention it the next time he got her alone.
Why did I help him get a phone?!
