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Geomijul intel meetings are never a particularly fun time, but they’re rarely this bad.
It’s the last hour of her work day and Seong-hui’s spending it listening to Joon-gi explain—for the third time!—the same damn thing to an operative who’s been in the organization long enough to know better. Normally she has near-infinite patience for this kind of thing, but today, the boredom is going to drive her out of her mind. She feels a yawn come up, and with no small amount of practiced expertise, manages to play it off as an exasperated sigh.
Joon-gi exchanges an anxious look with his subordinate and begins to talk a little faster, while Seong-hui’s expression takes on its neutral mask again. After another few moments of lifeless, miserable ennui, she decides to break up the monotony by checking her phone, under the pretense of checking the time. After all, it’s not uncommon for her to be on the receiving end of all kinds of important communications — no one would bat an eye if she shifted her attention away from the conversation for a minute or two.
She unlocks the device with a fingerprint—face scanning doesn’t cut it for a high-security organization like theirs—and begins to tap around the screen. The email app is her first destination, but before she can open it, something else catches her eye.
One new message. She taps it open.
This is Seong-hui’s personal number, so of course, the sender has to be one of a small handful of possible individuals. That number is even smaller considering that Joon-gi’s standing right next to her, otherwise occupied.
And of course it’s Saeko. (Or, as the contact name proclaims: it’s ♡ Saeko ♡)
The message itself is a set of several photos, all of which show up in one small icon as a collage. Seong-hui doesn’t look too closely before her thumb moves to tap it on autopilot, but something in the back of her mind already recognizes it for what it is.
She takes a slow, controlled breath as the first photo loads up on the screen. It’s Saeko from the neck down, undeniably Saeko — Seong-hui would know her body anywhere, would know it with her eyes closed. Saeko kneels on the bed with her thighs spread, but the sultry pose is not what catches Seong-hui’s eye first.
It’s the lingerie. The garment is nothing fancy, or lacy, or even that delicate, but the lilac nightie belongs to Seong-hui, one of several staple overnight items that she keeps at Saeko’s apartment for the nights when she sleeps over. (These days, it’s just about all of them.) It’s a pretty picture, neither too sexual nor too edgy, but Seong-hui’s heart beats faster at the mere sight.
She swipes left.
The nightie is no longer there. Instead, the exquisite curve of Saeko’s breasts fills the screen. Her neatly manicured hand covers the nipples—just barely—and Seong-hui can already imagine how they would feel against her body, warm and soft and familiar. She wishes it were her hand there. Her face. Her tongue.
She swipes again.
This time, Saeko’s upper body is stretched out on the bed, but her back is arched and her shapely ass and thighs fill the frame, curvy and inviting. She’s not wearing underwear.
Seong-hui’s thumb twitches, and like an intrusive thought, she wonders how Saeko managed to take this picture in the first place. She must have set the camera app on time delay, and then leaned her phone against… the bed frame? No, that’s too close… Maybe the night stand? Or the desk by the window?
With quickened breaths, Seong-hui runs her eyes over Saeko’s beautiful back again. It’s stunning.
She hesitates, uncertain whether she should go further, but at the same time, she knows she can’t turn back now. She needs to see it all.
Seong-hui swipes, and—
A shiver runs through her entire body. She chokes out something between a cough and a gasp, mashes her thumb into the power button with enough force to probably break it, and then shoves the phone into the pocket of her jacket.
Several pairs of eyes turn to look at her.
“B-Boss? Everything okay?” someone asks.
“Yeah, y-yeah,” she responds. “I should, uh—” She holds up her phone. “I need to go. You can finish without me, yeah?”
Joon-gi exchanges a glance with the others. “Yes, of course. I don’t see why not.”
“Great, see you tomorrow!” Seong-hui nods with more enthusiasm than she’s expressed this year to date. She closes the door behind her and runs down the stairs at breakneck speed.
* * *
Saeko doesn’t live far, just across Tsurukame, but it feels like it takes Seong-hui hours, days, eons to make it across the highway and up the stairs to her second floor apartment, which is tucked into a side street just around the corner from Hello Work. Of course, Seong-hui has her own key. She shoves it into the keyhole, twists the handle, and almost falls into the apartment, shutting the door behind her as carefully as she can manage, while tearing open the straps on her sandals with her other hand.
Saeko greets her with a simple hello, leaning against the doorway to the bedroom. Seong-hui isn’t surprised to see her fully dressed again, wearing a black denim skirt and a simple heather-grey T-shirt. She hadn’t checked the time stamp on the message, but it’s entirely possible that it had been sitting there unread for quite some time.
Nevertheless.
“You sent me nudes while I was in a work meeting!?”
Saeko shrugs, nonchalant, but the grin on her face gives her away.
Seong-hui makes her move: she crosses the room and pushes her lover into the wall with a desperate kiss. The moan it draws from the other woman tells her that she’s just as hungry for Seong-hui as Seong-hui is for her. (And why? They were together just this morning.)
“In my defense… Ahh—” gasps out Saeko, tilting her head up to give Seong-hui better access. “…I really wanted to.”
Seong-hui gives the side of her neck a bite and Saeko whimpers, pulling Seong-hui closer in with a leg curled around her thigh. While she appreciates the sentiment, Seong-hui nudges her over to the bed instead, trying to multitask in the meantime: she closes the blinds, rips off her gloves, and wriggles out of her jacket, all at the same time. Then she falls on top of Saeko and shifts her attention to the few items of clothing still covering up her beautiful body.
“Take this off,” mutters Seong-hui with a hook of an impatient finger into the waistband of Saeko’s skirt, before slipping both hands underneath her T-shirt. Saeko arches her back to allow Seong-hui to undo the clasp on her bra, and then squirms out of the skirt, kicking it off the bed. She pulls the covers over both of them for maximum comfort; after all, it’s still winter, and the pink striped satin bedding was the most luxurious set that they had at the store.
Saeko’s underwear is still on, but Seong-hui considers it a negligible setback in the grand scheme of things, especially when—
“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already this wet?” she whispers into Saeko’s ear. Her hand plays with the soaked fabric of Saeko’s underwear, occasionally dipping inside to feel her slippery heat.
“Mmh— Yeah…” whimpers Saeko, “That’s— Yeah…”
Despite her pleased moaning, Saeko stops Seong-hui’s explorations with a touch to her arm, and then sits up a little to allow herself to take her top off; she flings it across the room where it hits the wall with an audible thwap. The enthusiasm makes Seong-hui chuckle, but she doesn’t waste time. She attaches her mouth to Saeko’s throat again and licks a slow, wet path down to her sternum, stopping in the sweet spot right between Saeko’s breasts while she strokes her nipples with her thumbs. It makes Saeko gasp, but she recovers quickly, already running her foot up the back of Seong-hui’s leg in encouragement.
“Saeko?”
“Mm?”
“Let me taste you.”
Saeko mutters her name in a breathy voice, already sliding her underwear off, and in the meantime, Seong-hui takes the opportunity to get herself fully naked. There’s no need to make a show of it this time; not when they have other priorities. Saeko’s there, on her back, legs spread and waiting for more. Seong-hui can’t deny her now.
She starts by leaning in and placing an open-mouthed kiss right over Saeko’s clit, which elicits a loud, throaty gasp from her lover — music to Seong-hui’s ears. Then Saeko goes quiet again, panting softly somewhere up above, but of course Seong-hui doesn’t stop there. She moves a little further down and dips her tongue into Saeko’s delicate folds, just like she’s wanted to do ever since receiving that text. She feels her lover twitch and relax around her, drinks in her heady scent… It drives her out of her mind.
The rudimentary tonguing escalates to a proper tongue-fucking, and it makes Saeko whine out a string of curses, only broken up by the occasional gasp of Seong-hui’s name. She clutches at the bed sheets with desperate hands, messing up the excellent job that she’d done making the bed in the morning. Doesn’t matter now.
“F-Fuck, Seong-hui… You’re so– so good at that…” whimpers Saeko.
Seong-hui lifts her head up and takes a deep breath. It’s her turn to grin. “I try.”
Then, she dives back down to focus on the outer skin—sweaty-hot and just right—while her hands knead the flesh of Saeko’s inner thighs. She licks up and down Saeko’s labia, mixing things up with a soft bite here and there, then places her mouth over Saeko’s clit again to give it another wet suck. It’s less sensitive now, which allows Seong-hui to go harder, lavishing attention on the little nub with plenty of tongue and lips and teeth, while she adds some finger-fucking for more stimulation.
That last part turns out to be a bad idea — Seong-hui only has so many hands. She can’t help it anymore: she plants one palm on Saeko’s thigh for support, and then sneaks the other one down to her own clit, applying the most efficient techniques that she knows of to get herself off. She doesn’t ease up on pleasuring Saeko.
“D’you want help with that?” comes Saeko’s breathy voice.
“Y-Yeah— No…” stammers out Seong-hui. “Stop distracting me…”
Saeko giggles, but doesn’t make any further argument; Seong-hui doesn’t let her. She goes a little harder and Saeko’s hands go right to her hair, stroking and tangling and pulling. She’s close. Seong-hui knows all the signs.
It doesn’t take much longer. A few more licks and Saeko’s coming undone in her mouth, squeezing the sides of Seong-hui’s head with erratic movements of her strong thighs. Seong-hui’s hand matches the rhythm in a blissful cadence that threatens to push her over the edge as well, though she knows she’s not quite there yet.
When Saeko finishes riding out her orgasm, she motions for Seong-hui to come up and straddle her face, and Seong-hui can’t say no to that, not in this lifetime. It takes her an embarrassingly short time to reach her own climax, but with Saeko’s hands grasping at her butt and Saeko’s tongue filling her up and Saeko’s lips nibbling everywhere they can reach, it’s impossible to hold back.
“Fuck…” mutters Seong-hui, finally collapsing in the spot next to her lover.
Saeko chuckles and reaches over to fix her hair. It must look like a complete mess.
“Stop laughing at me,” says Seong-hui with a stifled yawn.
It makes Saeko giggle even louder, and so Seong-hui leans in to pull her into a deep kiss, curling her arms around Saeko’s neck as they explore each other at their leisure. Their combined smell lingers in the air between them, and Seong-hui wouldn’t have it any other way.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t last very long: they’re interrupted by the intermittent buzz of Seong-hui’s phone, and from the pattern she knows that it must be someone from work. Fuck. She takes a moment to work up the will to get out of bed, and then crawls over to get the device out of her jacket, turning it on and tapping through to the secured messaging app. To her relief, it isn’t anything to worry about — nothing more than a status update from the meeting she’d walked out on earlier.
“You’re a terrible influence, you know,” she mutters in Saeko’s direction.
“Yeah.” Saeko’s grin shows no remorse.
Seong-hui yawns and makes her way over to join Saeko under the covers again. It’s only eight o’clock, but she’s already tired out — it’s been such a long week. All she wants to do right now is close her eyes for a little bit.
“You need some sleep,” comments Saeko.
“Sleep is for the weak.” Another yawn.
Seong-hui gets a light kick for that, but the very next moment, Saeko pulls her closer, curling into her side.
“D’you want me to stay?” mumbles Seong-hui, drowsy and on the precipice of giving up. It’s a stupid question, really; as if she hasn’t spent the past six nights here, in this very spot.
Saeko glares at her, but throws a possessive arm across her waist and a leg over her thigh. Something warm blooms inside Seong-hui’s chest at the gesture.
“I love you, you know,” says Seong-hui with a yawn.
“I know,” returns Saeko.
“And you’re so damn cute.”
“I know.” She chuckles.
They’ve said these words so many times, there’s no need to keep saying them, but Seong-hui likes to do it anyway. She runs a hand through Saeko’s hair and closes her eyes.
Maybe there was something to be said for leaving work early.