City Blues

A Birthday's Eve

The warmth of her hands landed on his neck and traveled up to his jaw where it stayed. His breath got severely cut off when Namjoo planted her lips against his and pulled back in a menacingly slow manner that drove his drumming heart crazy.

"How's that?" She asked.

Upon noticing his enlarged eyes she pressed her lips together and giggled.

"Why? Wasn't it like the kiss you gave me on the cruise?"

Luhan quickly glanced at her jolted with shock. Her lips pulled into a smile before she chuckled and rubbed her thumb across his face.

"Aigoo...look at you," she cooed teasingly, "you think I didn't know? Being sneaky isn't your forte."

Namjoo gave him another kiss again. More shock left him staring at her. Namjoo pulled away after the peck and pinched his cheek. He'd suddenly become immune to the stench of alcohol on her breath. Instead he felt Namjoo readjust herself on him and all he became aware of was his instincts being driven mad. All he was capable of at that moment was repressing the tiger back into its cage.

His hand reached up to grab onto her, but stopped midway in the air. He was afraid to penetrate her personal space more or less touch her. Namjoo had set the boundary less than a day ago and he didn't know where that rule was going now.

Frozen stiff with his heart in his ears he managed to grip onto the bed sheet all the while staring into her eyes. The pulse of his breath became nervous and heavy no matter how hard he tried to restrain it.

"Aww...you're so cute, cutie Luhan, Mi Yun's cute daddy," she went on and gave him another kiss then patted his face. "I'm going back to the club. Be a good boy now and go sleep. Should I tuck you in and comb your hair with my fingers?"

His heart pounced against his chest. Was Namjoo making fun of him?

Removing her hands from him she placed them on the bed and slightly leaned forward into him. Her chest eased into him as she teasingly pushed him back and stopped halfway just before his back touched the bed.

"Goodnight, Mr. Lu," she bid her farewell and gave him a peck on the chin.

The soft of her lips pressed against his skin so tauntingly he thought he saw it happen in slow motion.

Namjoo began to twist around, her weight easing off him and his heart started racing. After driving him beyond oblivion she was just going to up and go? Why was she playing with him, but he couldn't with her?

Sitting up he clamped his hand around her arm before sliding it around her back to tug her forward. Cupping her face with his hand he enveloped his lips around her for his fair share of the game. All the drinks she'd had flowed into him, but he strangely didn't mind. Getting drunk off Namjoo or the drinks were all the same at this point.

He could feel her belly protruding against his and her breasts pulsating into his as her hands cupped his shoulders. For the first time in a year Namjoo was kissing him. It was almost like the dream he'd had a week back; dreamy, enriching, and heart pounding. But this was real and couldn't be any more real. He'd surrender to her; give up anything just to prolong this memory.

He had her breath in his hold, her kisses in his possession, and her body with him.

His fingers traveled up her back, each tip landing against the cloth of her dress before he felt the skin of her back. It was warm and smooth and he wanted to touch more of her. Sliding his hand down brought him to the cool zipper and slowly pulled it down. The thought of releasing the dress from her made his body tense up and further dug his fingers into her hair.