[M] Eighty-One (1/1)

Wendy was tired but happy. The van was making it’s back back through the city, headed to their dorm. The day had been a success in the way Irene and her parents had quickly fallen together, feeling comfortable and familiar. She did worry about Irene spending too much time with her mother. Those two were similar and she remembered an old saying about how a boy married a woman like the one that married his father. If anything, it wasn’t too far off right now.After they had finished lunch, the four of them had adjourned to the patio area. They sat by the railing, talking and drinking, Irene taking the moment to get to know her parents better. Time kind of slipped away from them and suddenly the sky was growing dark and night was falling. Their manager called to say she was on her way to pick them up and the event was coming to an end.Now she was relaxing, leaning back in the padded seat with Irene’s hand in her lap. She was gently running her fingertips along the back of her lovers hand, tender and slow. She looked over at the woman she loved, head rolled back and eyes closed. The only thing that let her know Irene was awake was the bright smile that was pulling at her lips.“You look so happy over there,” Wendy said with a grin. “You’re always beautiful but even more so when smiling.”“And here I thought I was my most beautiful when in the throes of orgasm,” Irene said with a low, husky chuckle. Wendy’s eyes flashed wide open and her gaze snapped to the front of the van, the sudden deep blush on their Manager Unnie’s cheeks telling her the woman had heard.“Irene,” Wendy said in a hiss, “other people can hear.”“Unnie was our biggest shipper,” Irene said with a wicked little grin. Her eyes were glinting mischief as they fluttered open. “She deserves to know just how hard and deep her ship has sailed.”“Okay,” Wendy said slowly as she ruefully shook her head. “I don’t think I should allow you to be around my mom anymore. She’s a bad influence on you.”“I disagree,” Irene said quickly. “Your mom is amazing. When I was watching her with your dad, I realize I want to be like that when I’m older. I want to show you affection, touch you, tease you and just be happy like they are.”Wendy felt her heart melt at those words. She glanced down and smiled to herself. She had been lucky growing up, her parents always in love. Sure they fought, but they always found a way to come to a solution and it never seemed to impact the love they held for each other. She only wished to have some insight into Irene's parents' relationship. She hoped it wouldn’t be long until she was able to meet them.“I think we will be,” Wendy said thoughtfully. “We seem to do a pretty good job of communicating.”“For the most part,” Irene said slowly. Her eyes then hardened a bit as she said, “You could have warned me about those pictures of you and Sehun, though. It was like a slap in the face.”“I told you I’m sorry,” Wendy said quickly. She curled her fingers about Irene’s hand, squeezing it. Wendy was emphatic as she spoke, “You set the new ground rules and I promise to follow them. Besides, I don’t really like men.”“I’d hope not. Not after you’ve been in me,” Irene said and winked. Wendy gave a startled choke. From the driver's seat their Manager Unnie broke into a loud, rolling laugh that only served to embarrass her. She had a feeling Irene was being so wicked in front of their Unnie as a way to punish her. Relief washed over her as the van pulled into the parking garage of their dorm.“Thank you for driving us,” Irene said in a singsong voice when their Manager Unnie swiveled around to look at them from her seat. The older woman gave Irene a wink and Wendy wondered if there was some conspiracy going on. The way Irene winked back only seemed to make that possibility more likely. Before she could say anything Irene was pushed at her shoulder.Once they were out of the van and the door closed, their Manager gave a quick honk of the horn and pulled away. She wrinkled her nose at the scent of the underground parking garage. Mildew and exhaust. A tingle poured down her back as she felt Irene’s presence loom in close, the woman’s nose bumping against her neck.“You smell so delicious,” Irene said huskily. “Really, really delicious.”“Irene,” Wendy said suddenly and she pulled away. “We can’t do that here. I know the fake dating scandal happened but what if Dispatch is still hanging around here? We don’t want to get caught still.”Irene only pouted before rolling her shoulders. “I don’t like that I can’t just kiss you or sniff you whenever I want. If we were to move to Canada some day, would that be acceptable?”Wendy blinked at the question. She had thought about their future but had always expected they would stay in Korea. It was where their careers had been, where Irene’s family and their closest friends. She wondered if Irene would really entertain the thought of moving so far away just for the freedom it would give them as a couple.“It wouldn’t cause much problem at all. Most people don’t seem to pay attention,” Wendy said softly and she could see Irene ponder it. “Why don’t we go in and you can sniff me in the comfort of our dorm?” She suggested. When Irene’s face brightened, she broke into a soft giggle. There was no doubt, she loved seeing this woman smile.

Once they were through the double doors that led to the elevators, out of sight from the entryway of the garage, she slid her hand into Irene’s. The woman grinned and her face brightened at her touch. As soon as they were in the elevator, Irene plastered herself into Wendy’s side, nose brushing along her shoulder and then across the nape of her neck, drawing in the scent of her perfume in long, slow inhilations.Goosebumps formed along the back of her neck and she felt a heat flush through her. Ever since they had started dating, Irene’s proximity was intoxicating. She had been in love with the woman for a long time and enjoyed their skinship, but now, it meant much more. She had to try and think of anything else otherwise her desire for Irene would be obvious to anyone who looked. She wondered how she was going to survive promotions.“Earlier, after you ate me out,” Irene said in a low, sultry whisper, “all I could think about was returning the favor when we got home. I can’t wait to have you in my mouth.”Wendy clenched her eyes as she felt herself thicken and she drew in a long, steadying breath. “You really at trying to punish me, aren’t you?”“Yes,” Irene said with a low laugh. The ding of the elevator let them know they had reached the floor of their dorm. Smiling, Irene stepped through and drew Wendy along with her. When Irene glanced over her shoulder, her tiny smile and eyes twinkling, her heart began to pound. Even though they had been making love for weeks, sleeping in the same bed, those small glances made her want to melt.“Do you think maybe we should watch a movie with Yeri before I molest you?” Irene said quickly. “She’s been by herself all day.”Wendy gave a soft laugh. Irene spoke as though molesting her was a foregone conclusion. The real humor in it was that she wasn’t wrong. Wendy would never be able to say no. Even when she was worrying about exhausting herself, if Irene whispered something naughty into her ear that promised pleasure, she’d be ready to rip her clothes off. She understood just how smitten she was but she was okay with that.As they passed through the door of their dorm, Irene called out, “Yeri, we’re back!” They paused a moment and heard no reply so Irene simply shrugged and kicked off her shoes. Wendy followed and almost bumped into Irene who had come to a full stop beside the couch. “What the heck?” Irene said in a disappointed voice.“Huh?” Wendy asked as she stood on tiptoe to look over Irene’s shoulder. The TV was on, the credits to a movie scrolling past the screen. One the floor was a pizza box, several slices splattered across the laminate floor. A spray of sauce reaching out another foot past them glistened bright red.“What a mess,” Irene said and she put her hands on her hips. “Is she even here?”“I don’t know,” Wendy said as she bit her lip. “Why don’t you go look and I’ll clean up,” she offered but Irene gave a quick shake of her head.“No, if she made this mess she can clean it up,” Irene said firmly. Wendy opened her mouth to say it wasn’t a problem but decided not to poke the bear. Irene seemed to be in a motherly mood and it was best to simply let her be. “See if her shoes are here and I’ll check her room.”“Okay,” Wendy said and turned on heel while Irene made for the hallway. As she rounded the corner to the entryway, she could see a pair of Yeri’s shoes, small canvas sneakers, discarded on the floor. Beside them were a pair of shoes she didn’t recall ever seeing before. As she went to turn away, she caught sight of a small, brown leather purse atop the table in the entryway and she furrowed her brows. “Whose is that?”She reached up to scratch her head and turned, passed through the living room and into the hallway. In the shadows she could see Irene before Yeri’s door, ear pressed against it. There was a pink flush on her lovers cheeks and as she opened her mouth to talk, Irene quickly brought a finger before her lips in a shushing motion. She then waved Wendy over.Wendy nodded slowly and walked quietly down the hall. As she drew closer, Irene pointed at the door and said, “Listen.” She paused, unsure. It felt like a violation of the trust Yeri had put in them. As though reading her mind, Irene simply rolled her eyes and said, “It’s fine. Trust me, Yeri has done it to us a number of times.”Wendy paused, imaging Yeri coming into her and Irene’s room, the pair of them naked, and sticking a post-it note onto her chest. Certainly listening at the door was nothing compared to that. She pursed her lips and slowly, careful not to make any noise, pressed her ear to the door.Through the heavy wooden door she heard a squelching noise quickly followed by a low, deep groan. Wendy’s mouth fell open. She knew the sound of sex if she’d ever heard it before. An unfamiliar voice moaned, “Yeri, don’t stop,” and she quickly brought a hand to cover her mouth that was now open in surprise.Irene’s lips blossomed into a wide grin and she whispered, “Looks like Yeri finally found someone.” Irene slowly reached out and grasped Wendy’s forearm, her voice still low, turning sultry once more as she whispered, “Now let’s go to our room and make the same kind of noises.”Cleaning up the pizza can wait, Wendy thought, as Irene slowly led her to their bedroom.