A/N: Hello again ^^ Here’s something I wrote randomly, it doesn’t have a title yet (suggestions are open) and I do have a story in mind for that one so it will have maybe two more parts (hopefully, I don’t want more because I already have so many [drafty] stories on my hands, and this one was really spontaneous). So yeah, tell me what you think of it (?)
P.S: There is a “smut” scene, very brief. It was my first attempt at writing smut… did I do a good job ?
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9:21 pm
Three minutes left.
She anxiously gazes at her watch, her eyes not looking off of the glowing end of the thin needle. Following every second, meticulously. The round irregular shape of the mortal instruments pressing in her palm. She couldn’t miss the timing, as it would ruin her escape plans possibly making it fail and put her safety at risk. She had predicted everything perfectly, from the negociations to the time it would take to get about in the large building, to the escape… all thoroughly timed on the minute.
She was a pro. Any mistake on her part would not be taken kindly.
Seeing the needle achieve its third row, she immediately puts the fourth part of her plan into action.
With a quick tug at the handle, the blonde took off the only security and threw the bomb as far away as she could, into the empty corridor, the last one on her list not waiting for it to land before taking her departure.
Now it was only a matter of making it to the exit before pressing the command to make it blow up. Crouched in the tiny space she wondered why it was that she was in this soon-to-be swept away laboratory instead of her bed right now.
Why am I always the one chosen for these sort of missions ? Why can’t it be Yuri for once ?
Following the trail she had memorised, she made it halfway in less than what she had predicted.
Now I only have to reach the hangar…
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“Taeyeon, you’re back.”
The tired girl not so much as blink at the obvious statement, chosing to ignore the half-worried, half-guilty stare the man sitting on the couch was currently giving her. She didn’t feel like dealing with him right now, only wanting to find the comfort of her bed.
Before that though, she would have to fill her stomach. Discarding her black jumper somewhere in the clutter of bric-a-brac filling the entrance hall and the living room, she makes her way to the kitchen.
Taeyeon hated her life. She dispised being born in the suburb, having to use her skill in computers and electronics, to make a living. Their condition wasn’t as terrible as some of the other villagers, thanks to the goods of mild quality her parents went to sell everyday on the market. But she still wished one day, she would earn enough to buy a ticket for herself and her sister, and she would take her far from this place. They would take the shuttle bus and start a new life in the Capital. Until then she had to survive, one way or another.
An unpleasant stale smell of alcohol invaded her nostrils as soon as she enters the kitchen. She scrunches her nose and goes about grabing whatever falls in her hand, jellies, a leftover of pad thai and her sister’s favourite soda. Seeing the lone can sitting on the shelf makes her stop.
Don’t be a wuss Taeyeon, this monster ate the muffin you reserved for breakfast, the one you bought with your last two dollars and felt absolutely no remorse, telling you when you asked her about it…
Nodding again, as to give a definite ending to the inner debate, she takes the metal can and get out of the room, her gaze merely flying over the shards of broken glass on the tiled floor, and the body knocked unconscious on the dinner table, amongst little packs of white powders.
“…sudden explosion at the H&S building around 9:45 pm, the police and SAMU are as we speak asserting the damages and evacuating mildly and severely injured employees working the night shifts…”
She pauses at the doorway, all her attention directed on the small TV where a journalist was standing in front of the famous company’s building. Or what was left of it.
“…the communal representants are about to meet in a few hours to take a decision on these recurrent attacks on the groups members of the alliance…”
A reunion, and what ? The only thing these old ventripotent politicians were good at was argue, wallow into their wealth and put the blame on each other. Never coming to an agreement on anything, only parading in front of the cameras baring important air on their pig’s faces and acting like they’ve been progressing.
Meanwhile the situation in the suburb wasn’t evolving. People, children included, had been disappearing for a year now. The number of jobless, and poor was increasing, only worsening the number of thefts and crimes. No need to precise that the streets weren’t safe anymore.
And to top it off, more children had been declared missing recently… it had doubled from the usual number in a month and although everyone at the village had been suspecting the research lab for doing experiments on people for years, nobody cared enough to open an official survey of the place. The fat pigs at the government, only focusing on how they could grow their income and generate more money without lifting a finger.
The interruption of the news by the advertisements broke her train of thoughts and reminded her of the empty stomach that had yet to be fed.
Before even opening the door to her room at the far back of the corridor, Taeyeon immediately senses something wrong. Her sister is well in her room, as proved by the heavy sound of the bass, seeping out of the room across the somber corridor.
But someone, friend or foe was waiting for her in her room. Her unusual sight made her guess a young female individual, age between seventeen and twenty something… probably. There was no traces of animosity or other emotions emanating from it. which meant that it was no ordinary woman, only a well-trained person could hide their intentions as effectively as that and it could be none of the stupid individuals she had to share her space with in this house, nor could it be any of the villager living in this town.
Someone of the city ?
Maybe. What could they want her ? Had they discovered anything discriminating… ?
Like people say, attack is always the best way of defense…
So leaving her pad thai, can and delicious jellies on the ground Taeyeon puts her hands on the door handle, mentally entering a calmness and state of mind worthy of all the years of training she’s received.
On the count of 3… 1… 2… and…
Nothing.
The door swings open and her eyes widen at the sight of someone she just really did not wish to see right now.
Light brown hair framing a beautiful face with sparkling eyes and a faint smile on rosy lips, cascaded perfectly down round shoulders and well defined arms, a muscle tee barely doing his job covering a black, lacy bra underneath and another lacy undergarments appearing beneath black shorts.
Although she was merely leaning onto her desk, facing the door, her presence was such that Taeyeon wanted to open the window to breathe. Her chocolate dark brown eyes fixed on her, and the unreadable expression plastered on her face did nothing to alleviate Taeyeon’s discomfort. Far from that.
Time stood still, neither doing anything to break it and silence stretched on for two longer minutes. Two minutes that seemed like hours until finally…
“Hey, did you miss me.” She noticed the definite tone and concluded that it wasn’t really a question but more like a statement. She merely brushed it aside, slightly irritated by the brunette’s behaviour.
“Why do you always break into my room, in case you didn’t know there’s this thing called door and,” she stops to take a deep breath already feeling tired as she wasn’t used to talking. Nobody talked to her in this house, in this village and the only times she really had to open her mouth was when her clients phoned her about her future hacks or when Yuri called her. “Just… what are you doing here ?” The blonde asked, not knowing what to make of her sudden appearance.
Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of the food she had left outside and she went back to fetch it in the corridor, closing the door shut with her foot after stepping into the room.
Her mind noted how the distance between them had considerably reduced, with Tiffany now standing in the middle of her room, her annoying smile now fully back on her stupidly beautiful face.
“Why, not happy to see me ?” She answered, her voice huskier, plenting chills into Taeyeon’s spine.
No. She answered in her mind, but said nothing, as she walked coolly to the desk and sat in her chair, picking a shrimp and swallowing it whole, savoring the taste that lingered in her mouth before digging her fork into another bigger one.
“What do you want ?” She tried again, half wishing that it wasn’t what she thought it was, that Tiffany had in mind.
“You know what I want.”
Hellish heavens, it was exactly that.
“I can’t give you what you want, now if you have nothing else to say then, you know the way out.”
She turns back to her plate, hoping that by ignoring the other person in her room, she would eventually be left alone…
Big mistake. Tiffany doesn’t like to be ignored.
She was soon reminded of that fact when she felt herself being swiveled around abruptly in her chair and had no time to react when the pad thai and fork in her hand got snatched away from her, dismissed onto the desk. And it wasn’t long until the air got sucked out of her lungs a second time by a pair of soft… plump… kissable… peachy lips.
Oh god…
She tries to push her back but the firm hands on her shoulder doesn’t relent and she founds herself giving in to the warm, pleasurable lips of Tiffany’s. Her breath quickens. Her hands start moving as if they had mind of their own, feeling toned arms, her hands descending lower onto Tiffany’s sides and well-defined abs. She can feel them even with her clothes covering them and it turns her on a little more. And despite her reluctance, the familiarity of the scene unfolding and the reward she knew was at the end of the road was way too tempting. Tiffany’s strawberry-peach scented gloss did nothing to help either.
She deepens the kiss and tries to wiggle her way out of her current submissive role.
A biting on her lower lips makes her hiss.
“Don’t move.”
She groans.
“But…”
“Shhh”
Tiffany’s tongue presses on her lips and she welcomes her reluctantly, letting her lick on her lower lips and tugging at it.
Gasps, quick-paced breathings and the sound of their lips locking each other feel her clouded mind.
She feels disoriented, lost.
Lost in the kisses, the lukewarm touches, the knee pressing between her legs, Tiffany’s fruity scent mixed with a faint scent of arousal coming from the both of them.
Something makes its way into the hem of her pants, into her boy shorts and before she can see what it is, a wave of warmth spreads from her lower parts taking her by surprise.
“Ah, T-Tiffa-a…”
The velvet sensation in her lower tummy expands in more waves but everything stops suddenly and she’s about to protest when she’s lifted up, her legs automatically locking onto Tiffany’s waist and her arms around her neck, as the brunette makes her way to her bed.
“I saw what you did today.” She whispers huskily into Taeyeon’s ears, sending chills down her back while lowering her onto the covers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She laughs softly.
She had no intention of making it an easy task for the other girl, even if she wanted it just as much. “You’re delusionnal.”
She gets back up but Tiffany pushes her back, straddling her, hands firm on her stomach.
“Oh, you don’t ? Well, let me refresh you memory then…”
Taeyeon’s eyes blacken in anticipation and she unconsciously grips the cover.
Tiffany smirks as a hand goes to tug at the blonde’s erect nipple, making her moan loudly. Tiffany’s knee founds its place back against her covered crotch and starts its rotation.
Her mind shifts further and further from reality and soon after, she has lost her clothes and her sanity to Tiffany. Tiffany’s soft member invading her walls, twirling and digging its way inside, leaving her in a moaning mess. She doesn’t refrain her cries, they would be covered by her sister’s loud music anyway and would be lost before they could reach the people downstairs.
And even if it did, they wouldn’t care.
She finally reaches the heavens and Tiffany helps her ride down her high. Several licks after she feels an equally sweaty body laying next to her, arms going to her waist and a leg riding up her thighs, settling there.
Tiffany sighs against her neck and her soft regular breaths soon lulls her into dreamland.
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A speck of dust 