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Sol watched as her girlfriend padded around the apartment in nothing but an oversized hoodie and a pair of boxers she’d stolen from Sol’s drawer. The shorter girl was whining and rubbing her eyes while trying to get to Sol, who was unmoving on the couch. “Babe I’m hungry!” All Sol did was laugh, “Hi hungry I’m Yoon Sol.” Jiwan launched herself as the older girl, holding onto her, whining and complaining. Sol eventually buckled and ordered them some breakfast, which she later ended up feeding to her whiny girlfriend who refused to feed herself.
Jiwan looked good in everything, literally everything. Sol was biased but that didn’t matter. “Sol-ah! Does this look good on me?” As Jiwan spun around her hair seemed to flow perfectly as if it was in a tacky shampoo advert, Sol had to fight to keep her jaw off the ground. The dress the girl had picked out was a knee length black dress with a leather jacket over the top (specifically Sol’s leather jacket). This was not a usual Jiwan outfit but Bitna had invited them out to a fancy club and Jiwan wanted to dress the part. She looked like an idol, Sol had never seen something so pretty. She gulped before saying anything, “you look gorgeous.” Jiwan seemed happy with that response, giggling and twirling around. Maybe Sol was underdressed in her leather trousers and white shirt.
“Please blink, your eyes are about to dry out.” Bitna’s annoying voice cut Sol out of her thoughts, she’d spent the whole night staring at her lovely girlfriend and sipping the same (now warm) beer. Who could blame her, it was a beautiful sight. Jiwan was clearly feeling herself on the dance floor with Nabi and everyone else. Sol had sat back and let her have her food, choosing to just drink up the sight before her. “It’s not my fault she’s beautiful.” The other girl scoffed and took another sip from her drink, “You’re practically undressing her with your eyes Sol, it’s gross!” Sol rolled her eyes, “You’re just jealous you’re not the prettiest one in the group tonight.”
The night continued and Sol moved onto her second beer of the night, she didn’t drink much, not when she had to make sure Jiwan was looked after. But maybe Bitna was right, maybe she had been undressing Jiwan in her mind, the more she thought about it the dirtier she felt. She could perfectly imagine how the straps of the dress would feel around her fingers while she slid them off Jiwan’s shoulders, she could feel how the satin of the dress would feel under her fingers as she tugged it over her hips. Heat rushed up to her face and she chugged down the beer, shaking her head in efforts to expel the horrible thoughts from her mind.
“Sol~ Come dance with me!” This had been what the older girl had dreaded the whole night, lord knows she can’t be trusted to be anywhere near her girlfriend right now. But there she was, her arms draped around Jiwan’s hips while she swayed to the music. She’s never been more interested in a ceiling before, her eyes plastered to it, never straying from that point. Jiwan’s neckline was far lower than she remembered. Sol thought she was being so smooth but Jiwan had noticed how flustered her girlfriend had been, it made her giggle and she wanted to tease her even more. “Look at me sol~~” The taller girl looked down, the lights from the club catching some of the stray glitter on her face that had got on her from Jiwan’s makeup. Jiwan was enamoured by how handsome and cute her Sol looked. But she didn’t miss when Sol’s gaze dropped slightly too low.
Jiwan suddenly didn’t like the distance between the two of them, her fingers slipped through the belt loops of Sol’s trousers and pulled her in for a kiss. It was clumsier than expected, Sol made a little noise of surprise before kissing back. The music in the background almost disappeared as Sol’s hand cupped Jiwan’s cheek, her other hand still gripped at her waist, squeezing the skin of her hip slightly. The shorter girl quickly picked up the pace of the kiss, pressing into Sol’s touch, her tongue sweeping over her lover’s bottom lip. A soft moan fell into the kiss as Sol’s teeth caught her lip. Jiwan whined as Sol pulled away, “Let’s go home.”
Sol’s time in the club mentally undressing Jiwan didn’t prepare her for the real thing, she doubted anything could have.
As soon as the door to their apartment was unlocked Jiwan was all over her, grabbing onto her and pressing messy, wet kisses along her neck and collarbones. Sol locked the door behind them before scooping Jiwan up and carrying her through the apartment, it was her turn to litter hot kisses across the expanse of Jiwan’s neck. Her girlfriend shrugged off her jacket, Sol moving quickly to press kisses over the newly exposed skin of her shoulders, the straps of her dress already falling down. The soft whimpering of Jiwan only spurred her on. The first surface they came in contact with was the kitchen counter, Jiwan’s dress hiked up above her thighs, Sol’s attention immediately dropping down to them. She looked up, “Can I?” Jiwan didn’t even respond, her hand just grabbing a fistful of Sol’s tousled hair and pushed her down onto her knees.
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The soft sound of shuffling woke Jiwan up from her slumber, she groaned and reached out to stop the moving lump in her bed. “Baby please lay still, I’m sleepy.” Her hand ran gently over Sol’s naked waist, her lips peppering a few kisses over the red splotches covering her girlfriend’s neck. Sol whined and turned over, burying her face into Jiwan’s neck, her own lips gently brushing over the bruises across her neck, “Comfy now…” Jiwan laughed and ran her fingers down Sol’s spine.
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“Yoon Sol! What did you do to Jiwan’s neck?!? OMG look at your own neck!” Bitna screamed, she was distressed.