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Ryujin was about to do something stupid.
It was Yeji’s fault, really. Yeji, who had come to her room wrapped in a blanket, cute little face poking out of a makeshift blanket hood, bottle of whiskey in hand (knowing full well Ryujin never said no to a little whiskey). Yeji, whose big brain idea it was to huddle for warmth that night because the heat wouldn’t be fixed until tomorrow morning (despite repeated calls to their landlord stressing that it was the dead of winter). Yeji, whose hands were now underneath Ryujin’s shirt, resting on her lower back, gently stroking the skin there with her thumbs—just as she did when they hooked up after Jisu’s New Year’s party months ago (which they had yet to even acknowledge happened).
Yeah. Yeji’s fault.
“You’re so warm, Ryuddaeng.” She murmured against Ryujin’s forehead. Her lips were a little cold. Ryujin had at least a few ideas about how to warm them up. All of them stupid.
“Duh.” Ryujin huffed into her collarbone. Oh, Yeji had nice collarbones. So close, yet so far. “Isn’t that why you came in here? I believe you referred to me as a human furnace?” Maybe if they bickered a little it would stop Ryujin from having such stupid thoughts. And acting on them.
Yeji, too cozy and buzzed to take the bait, snuggled into her more, tangling their legs together under the pile of blankets.
Welp. That backfired.
Ryujin sighed. Her resolve was fracturing, she could feel it. Might as well give in rather than fight a battle when the war was clearly lost. Still, she could be strategic. Ryujin was stupid, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t smart.
(Though to be fair, in her estimation, any drunk person held by a woman as beautiful, as sweet, as enthralling as her roommate would be just as stupid as her. So really, who could blame her?)
She started by mimicking Yeji and dipped an exploratory hand under the back of her shirt, just to rest it on the soft skin of her lower back. This was the play, the gamble. Ryujin would escalate, and if Yeji gave no response or seemed uncomfortable, she’d quietly retreat and they could just go on pretending like nothing happened—not tonight and not at Jisu’s party and not in all the little, tension filled micro-interactions between the two events—for all eternity.
A light but noticeable shiver ran through her, and then Yeji responded. One of her hands snaked around to Ryujin’s front, settling on her hip and rubbing her thumb lightly along the bone.
Okay. Ryujin could play that game.
“Hmm. Yeddeong.” She mumbled against Yeji’s collarbone, making sure her lips just barely grazed the skin, as Yeji’s lips had her forehead. She could feel Yeji’s sharp inhale at the barely-there contact, the goosebumps spreading across her skin. “Are you warm enough? You’re shivering.”
“Hmm.” Yeji responded. Ryujin could tell she was imitating her by the way she was smiling into her hair. “I could be warmer.” The fingers still splayed on her lower back had begun to trace figure eights across Ryujin’s skin, and each touch got her tingling from her back up to her heart down to her toes. Oh, Yeji was soft, soft, soft. Ryujin’s desires were decidedly not. Did Yeji really not see what she was doing to her?
“Oh?” Ryujin said, tone deliberately playful. “Want me to get you another blanket?” It was a provocation, not a serious offer; they both knew there was no chance either of them wanted to disrupt their warm cocoon to brave the cold air of their apartment.
Yeji pulled her closer, shaking her head, before she loosened her grip to allow Ryujin to lie her head on the pillow so they were face to face. The hand on her back was still sending little sparks of pleasure spiderwebbing across Ryujin’s skin.
“You’re a smart girl.” Yeji said slowly, voice low and gravelly, half-lidded eyes blinking at Ryujin. “I’m sure you can think of a better solution.”
Ryujin was a smart girl, and she did think of a better solution, leaning forward and gently taking Yeji’s bottom lip between her own. She tried to pull back to gauge Yeji’s reaction, but the girl tugged her closer and kissed her deeply once, then twice, a satisfied sigh slipping out of her mouth as she adjusted her angle.
“Your lips are cold.” Ryujin grumbled, less a genuine complaint and more a desire to be a brat for no other reason than that she enjoyed messing with Yeji. After all those months of tension, it was time for a little play. A little release.
Ryujin thought Yeji might pull back, look at her with those sharp eyes, and come back more aggressive. Tighten her grip on Ryujin’s hip, and scratch a little more, a little harder at her lower back instead of those stupid soft figure eights.
Instead, Yeji kissed a trail down her jaw and then further down still, Ryujin nearly jolting at the feeling of her cool lips on the warm skin of her neck. “Is that gonna be a problem?” Yeji asked as she kept the kisses light and close-mouthed, going up and down the column of her throat. “You want me to stop?”
Ryujin gasped at the sensation and brought a hand up to tangle in Yeji’s hair. “I didn’t say that.”
She tugged the girl up and kissed her fully, tongue swiping against her lips until Yeji opened her mouth and let her in. Oh, she still tasted ever so slightly of the whiskey they’d shared. Something about that made the growing heat in Ryujin’s body start to coil around her abdomen and down, constricting pleasantly but leaving her wanting. Wanting more; more of Yeji’s tongue against hers, more of that low, sexy voice in her ear, more of those hands touching her everywhere she wanted to be touched.
Ryujin kissed her way over to Yeji’s ear and nipped at it. “Yeji?”
“Mhm?”
What was hotter, the smooth, distinct timbre of Yeji’s voice in her ear, or the way she was slowly dragging a hand up the expanse of Ryujin’s back under her shirt, digging her nails in ever so slightly? It was hard to say.
“Touch me.” Ryujin whispered.
And touch Yeji did, rolling them over so that Ryujin was on her back and Yeji above her, still covered by the collection of comforters and blankets they had wrapped themselves in. She began at Ryujin’s hip, where her hand had found its home earlier, and moved it up and underneath Ryujin’s shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. She leaned down to capture Ryujin’s lips in another kiss, this time picking up the pace—hotter, faster, more aggressive but still somehow sweet. As she did so, her hand inched up further to find one of Ryujin’s breasts, kneading at first and then brushing a thumb over a nipple experimentally.
Ryujin moaned—loud, throaty—and that seemed to spur Yeji on, who swallowed the sound quickly with another kiss, kitten licking into her mouth. Ryujin let her hands travel down Yeji’s body, one landing on a firm, taut bicep (she’d have to thank Chaeryeong another time for dragging Yeji to the gym with her so much this year), the other down to Yeji’s ass, squeezing. As much as Ryujin herself enjoyed grabbing a handful, she had the sense Yeji might’ve enjoyed it more, if the way she was grinning into their kiss was any indication.
Yeji’s lips were warmer now on the skin of Ryujin’s neck as she kissed her way up and nosed at her jaw. “You smell nice.” Her voice was soft, quiet. Honest.
Ryujin didn’t know what to say to that. It felt too intimate, somehow; too sweet, too earnest, too close to the feelings they’d both been ignoring for months. No, no, no. The feelings would have to be a tomorrow problem, when their heat was fixed and they weren’t drunk and they could actually have a real conversation. Right now, Ryujin didn’t want earnest. She didn’t want intimate. She wanted Yeji to touch her .
She groaned, loud on purpose, knowing it would rile Yeji up. “If you’re done smelling me, I’d appreciate it if you could actually touch me like I asked.”
Ryujin’s only warning was the feeling of Yeji’s smirking lips against her jaw a moment before the girl pinched her nipple, hard, and rolled it between her finger and thumb almost lazily. Ryujin jolted up off the mattress, back arching.
“Pretty sure I am touching you Ryuddaeng.”
Oh, Ryujin definitely liked that bratty tone in Yeji’s voice. That was new. She also liked when Yeji did exactly what she expected and began to kiss her neck, chaste and closed mouth. She especially liked when Yeji did the unexpected, her kisses turning open mouthed before she licked a stripe up the side of Ryujin’s neck to her ear, voice raspy as she spoke.
“Or do you want me to touch you somewhere else?”
Ryujin slammed her mouth into Yeji’s, all fire, kissing her fiercely. The hand that was on her bicep moved to grab Yeji’s hand from under her sleepshirt and drag it down to the waistband of her sweatpants. Luckily Yeji took the hint, slipping her hand beneath the fabric of her pants and underwear straight to where Ryujin needed her most, fingers swiping up through the slick velvet heat of her folds. Ryujin whimpered, and a pathetic, whiny Yeddeonggg slipped out.
Yeji smirked against her lips. “So needy already, huh?”
Before Ryujin had time to respond, Yeji’s fingers began to rub soft circles on her clit. At that, any thoughts Ryujin had died swiftly on her tongue. In fact, she couldn’t remember having ever even had a thought. She didn’t even know what thinking was. Never heard of her.
Barely cognizant of her own actions, she moved her hand from where it had been resting on Yeji’s backside to slide it under her sweatpants and grip flesh rather than fabric. If Ryujin had retained the ability to think, she probably would have thought that Yeji had a top tier, possibly underrated ass. But alas, she had no capacity for thought, distracted as she was by the sparking pleasure of Yeji’s fingers circling, circling, circling below.
Ryujin was really losing her mind. She could hear herself half moaning, half mumbling what in any other circumstance would have been an embarrassing series of yes and oh, Yeddeong and fuck that feels so good against Yeji’s lips. It was starting in her abdomen, she could feel it, the pressure building up, up up…
…and all of a sudden Yeji stopped.
Ryujin’s eyes flew open. She didn’t remember closing them. “What the fuck are you doing?”
In lieu of responding right away, Yeji dragged a finger down, and Ryujin shuddered when she felt it pause right at her entrance.
“Can I?” Yeji breathed out. Only then did Ryujin look at Yeji, really look at her. The girl was all desire, half-lidded eyes, panting herself despite Ryujin barely touching her, looking somehow like she was going to come undone any moment.
Ryujin nodded.
It was Yeji who groaned louder between the two of them as she slid two fingers in, curling them just so. Ryujin, canting her hips up to meet Yeji’s pace, snaked her hand around from Yeji’s ass to her front and under the waistband of her sweatpants and underwear to rub her clit softly, oh so lightly, just a gentle press of two fingers.
The response was immediate, with Yeji jolting, her fingers picking up their pace. With every stroke she was hitting Ryujin’s core just right, at just the right angle. The pressure was back, building, building, building.
“Yeddeong,” she murmured. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Yeji was close too, if the way she was exhaling a ragged prayer of Ryuddaeng, Ryuddaeng against Ryujin’s cheek with every breath was anything to go by. In the end, Ryujin came first, whole body arching into Yeji’s, on fire everywhere their skin touched. Yeji followed just moments after with a loud, lengthy whine muffled by the skin of Ryujin’s neck.
They came down from it all as they’d come into it, cuddled together lying on their sides. Yeji had her face buried in Ryujin’s chest, her breath beginning to even out as Ryujin gently carded her hands through her hair. She let out a cute, contended little sigh, and Ryujin couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help the warm feeling she got looking down at the girl.
In that quiet moment, she could at least admit to herself that maybe it wasn’t just physical, and that maybe she’d been wrong to try to convince herself that it was after the first time this had happened. Maybe Ryujin just liked Yeji, plain and simple. Liked her cute little reading glasses and her dimple. Liked the way she always looked after their friends. Even liked her stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, and found herself giggling along every time.
The time to say something was still not now, not with Yeji half asleep against her, the whiskey only half worn off, and the heat unfixed. But nonetheless she was done; done avoiding the issue, done hoping Yeji would break first, done waiting. The cold spell would end tomorrow, one way or another. Ryujin was ready for Spring.