Still long-winded fluff, if that were possible. Sorry. Writing erotic anything is harder (heh) than I thought it would ever be. Almost as bad as writing lesson plans…
Clickbait Wannabe: Dae-young and Myung-Joo are dating, but she’s getting frustrated – she’s not getting any action off the battlefield. Will a blackout heat things up?
This story follows the events of the earlier fic. Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the characters, plot or anything else associated with Descendants of the Sun.
This was frustrating as hell. They’d dropped their language, and gone out for proper dates for more than a month. Sure, there was handholding and goodnight kisses, and sometimes, she could feel his need as strongly as hers, but they did NOTHING more.
“Stupid jerk made of steel,” she grimaced, “damned if I don’t do something about this. Argh, I’m going crazy!”
That lunk must be overthinking again.
They had talked about it – this disparity in their status and rank. She respected the fact that he’d worked so hard to get where he was, but they both knew that he was unlikely to rise much further, even if he slogged his ass off to get those paper qualifications. Maybe if they got married, she could transfer to another camp, but she liked seeing him too much to do that now. Sure, she saw plenty of ripped hunks every day, but only his stoic face, that determined jaw, rugged physique, and that butt – don’t forget the pert butt – gave her the fluttery feeling. He never said much, but when he did, it was measured and concise. He was such a doofus too – his jokes were so deadpan she sometimes couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.
“Goodnight, see you tomorrow.” She pulled away from him reluctantly. It was always hard to say goodbye.
Myung-joo walked up to her second floor apartment and unlocked the door. She had inherited it from her grandmother, and though it was old and not very big, she preferred staying there at the weekend. Too many prying eyes at the barracks.
Damn, the bulb must have blown. I hope that didn’t short the whole apartment, she muttered. Aishh, it did.
She fumbled around in the dark, her mobile useless as a light source. Should’ve charged it before I went out. Damn damn damn damn damn.
“Is everything ok? I didn’t see the light come on from downstairs,” his voice rang out at the door.
“Yeah… no… I think there’s a short circuit. The board is in the storeroom. Trying to get there.”
“Hang on, I’ll go with you.” He switched on the light on his phone and she led the way to the storeroom.
Click click click click click – the lights came on too easily.
“All done! Thank you oppa!” she chirped a little too brightly.
Dae-young was suddenly struck by the close proximity. The storeroom was nothing more than a glorified cupboard, and they were standing cheek to jowl. Well, a lot more than cheeks were touching…
“I’d better get going. It’s late.”
He shuffled sideways to get out.
“Sleep early. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave her a light peck, and saw her pout. He sighed inwardly. Pouts always meant trouble.
“Bye,” she said petulantly, turning her face away.
Women, he thought, did she really think he was that thick?
He could make his getaway now, or he could seal his fate.
He stepped back in. “What’s wrong?”
She looked up, almost surprised that he was noticing her annoyance.
Screw decorum. Like it’d done anything for her. This was going to be a direct onslaught.
“Won’t you stay the night? I’ve done everything I could, short of outright seduction, and you know I can’t do that kind of girly thing, well I could, but it would be so weird and …”
He pulled her to him and shut up her rambling with a kiss, the sort he didn’t do often, for it would lead him to where no military training could save him.
Her hands automatically encircled his neck, pulling him closer to her. How long had she imagined this, and it was more delicious than … Oh fuck, was that his tongue in her ear? Now he was trailing nippy kisses down the side of her neck, his hands roaming her curves with abandon she never imagined.
“Myung-joo-ah…” he whispered between gentle nibbles on her earlobe, “is this what you want? You know we’ll have no defence against the men’s talk… And your father…”
She looked into his eyes and saw his worry. Screw that. It wasn’t as if these thoughts hadn’t crossed her mind. Let them talk. Just sticks and stones. Let him harangue. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t fought him before and won. Just one night, for now. The rest would take care of itself later.
“Oppa, as long as you’re with me, I don’t care. I only want you. Permission to be with you, sir!” She saluted him with an impish grin.
Dae-young smiled, and his eyes crinkled in the way she loved so much.
“Permission granted, Lieutenant.”
“Thank you, sir!” she laughed as she pulled him to her again.
Her hands slid up his body. Abs, pecs, biceps – all sinewy and hard from endless training. All for her to touch, to enjoy. They kissed again, more urgently, and it didn’t register as his hands found their way under her blouse, her skirt. She breathed in his scent, muskier than usual, and she knew he was in heat as much as she was. Pheromones never lied. Her brain had all but shut down, and what was left was an all-consuming hunger, a primal instinct to taste, feel, devour, possess. She moaned as his warm hands caressed parts she never knew were sensitive. Damn, she’d had boyfriends, but they were literally boys compared to this man.
They moved down the hallway, and she pulled him into the bedroom.
He looked softly at her sleeping face. God, what had he done to deserve an angel like her? A smart, feisty, spitfire equally at home in fatigues or in a dress. Though not so good at strategising blackouts… He smiled, and tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
She stirred, and he held her closer.
“Young-ah…” she called out in her sleep.
He sighed. They were soldiers, and they knew better than to make promises like that. But she was in dreamland, and she deserved at least the truth there.
“Mmm. I won’t.”
She smiled in her sleep as she nuzzled his neck. He drew her closer and shut his eyes. We’ll figure this out somehow.