Rain poured from the sky, soaking everything below. The cold, damp air bit
sharply in the dark, moonless night that hid the stars.
People stayed inside, avoiding the wet chill. Some alone, some in pairs…
like in a spacious, luxurious condo bedroom high above the city, where two
bodies were pressed together on the wide bed. Eyes met and lingered,
gazing out the window at the gray, stormy night an atmosphere heavy with
tension and unspoken thoughts.
"Tomorrow I have to fly to Italy, like Win said… three days. I want you to
come with me. I worry about you."
His deep voice whispered close to my hair. The words collided with the
memory of our earlier argument, the one that had made me run in
embarrassment as he shouted at someone in the mall. Eventually, we found
each other again, and he had brought me back.
"Why worry? I usually take care of you… go on, just go."
I looked up at him, tilting my face as his hand touched my jaw. His fingers
held mine, pressing gentle kisses, refusing to let go.
"How could I not worry? The first person who knows everything… the one
who almost caused our fight… I don't even want to think about it."
His worried expression, tied to his strong sense of family loyalty, made me
feel guilty for thinking on my own. I wanted to ask, to understand but he
clearly didn't want to talk about it.
"Why do you hate Win so much?"
"It's a long story… I'll tell you when I get back. Tonight, I just want peace…
otherwise, I'll go mad."
"Well, that's just typical Rock. Gets flustered when I act stubborn…"
"Yeah… but if you keep testing me, I might actually hurt him someday."
"Don't… I don't want to be alone." My frown and quiet voice made him look at
me with a rare softness.
"I love you… haven't even told my parents yet… another thing I don't want to
deal with now."
His love may have seemed rough, blunt even, but the directness made my
heart skip in excitement.
"Why do you always create enemies? Is it something about being spoiled?"
"Hey~ I'm just getting a little scolded by my spouse."
"Rock… you're crazy." My face heated under the dim light as he made a
funny expression.
"Still mad at me?"
"Mad? Impossible. I love you too much." I wrapped my arms around his
strong frame, burying my face into his chest.
"Now… do you want a little taste of affection?"
"Why are you being so forward?"
"Being a couple is like having a child don't overthink it. Just letting you show
me love is enough."
"Old pervert!" I rolled my eyes, pouting playfully.
"Or maybe on the balcony, in the rain~"
"No… too wet."
"On the bed then~ close, close."
His strong arms wrapped around me, playful and affectionate, pressing and
teasing. I kicked and wriggled, laughing, our movements more like teasing
than anything serious.
"Ah… but tomorrow you have a flight." I clung to his shoulders, pretending to
restrain his playful hunger.
"Doesn't matter. I have first-class, I can sleep all the way."
"Rock… I love you."
With that, I climbed onto his broad chest, cupping his strong face, pressing
us together. We moved closer, exchanging heated, affectionate touches,
exploring closeness with mutual consent.
His large hands held my waist, pulling me in, while our mouths met in a
fervent, lingering kiss sweet and deep, as if we'd been apart for ages. Our
connection intensified, a dance of intimacy without need for words, a
celebration of trust and love in the storm outside.
The rain continued to pour outside, drumming softly against the windows,
while inside, the two of them were tangled together on the wide bed. The
closeness of their bodies sent shivers running through each of them, every
touch and movement magnifying the intensity of their connection.
One leaned into the other, moving with urgency and care, guiding and
holding, while the smaller figure trembled, muscles tightening, shivering
under the intensity. Every movement was met with gasps and soft,
breathless murmurs, a symphony of passion and tenderness entwined.
"Ah… that feels… so good…" came a low, ragged whisper.
"I… I can't… ah…!" the smaller one cried, unable to stop the waves of
sensation rolling through the body.
"Just a little, move with me… it'll be easier this way," the larger murmured,
adjusting carefully, their hands gripping and supporting, anchoring the
smaller figure to steady the storm.
The smaller body shivered and clung tightly, pressing close as if to melt into
the warmth and protection of the other. Fingers intertwined, palms pressed
together, the closeness a comforting weight that grounded them both. Even
in the heat of desire, there was care a mindful attention to every gasp, every
sigh, every tiny tremor.
Soft murmurs, gasps, and whispered reassurances punctuated the rhythm,
each movement flowing into the next, creating a dance of intimacy that
blurred all sense of time and space. The smaller figure's body arched and
writhed under the careful guidance, and the larger one leaned closer,
holding, coaxing, and responding to every signal.
As their intensity reached its peak, both felt the tension release, a wave of
relief and closeness washing over them. Hearts pounding, breaths mingling,
they clung to one another, soaked in warmth and the lingering traces of
passion.
Finally, the storm outside seemed to match the calm settling between them.
Wrapped together, bodies pressed close, hands holding, they shared a
moment of quiet intimacy, the world outside fading into nothing but the soft
sound of rain.
"…not cold anymore," came the whispered assurance, lips brushing, bodies
still entwined, lingering in the warmth and safety of each other.