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Theo returned to the dormitory with a light step, still smiling at the mory of Rachel's rare smile. The night had been full of surprises, each one more pleasant than the last.
When he opened the door to his dorm and stepped inside, he expected to find Nayun and Cappie finishing cleaning up the party ss, maybe even complaining about who had to take out the trash.
Instead, he found only silence and a single light on in the living room.
"Hm? Could it be..."
Before he could even guess, Yeonha's soft voice ca from the sofa.
"They already went to sleep."
She was sitting with her legs elegantly crossed, now wearing a nearly transparent nightgown, her shoes had been removed. Her hair, usually tied in a perfect ponytail, now fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face in a curtain of black-violet silk.
"Mita said sothing about going to watch the latest season of Dark."
Yeonha continued, a small smile playing on her lips.
"And Nayun ntioned she needed to wake up early to train."
Theo raised an eyebrow, approaching her.
"Nayun? Waking up early?"
"I found it suspicious too."
Yeonha replied.
"But I think they just wanted to give us so... space."
There was sothing in the way she said the word "space" that made Theo know right away what it ant.
He watched as she rose gracefully from the sofa. The soft light from the single lamp created golden shadows and contours on her face, highlighting the curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes.
"You still haven't received my real gift."
Yeonha said, walking slowly towards him.
"I thought the apartnt was my gift."
Theo replied, keeping his tone playful.
"That?"
Yeonha made a dismissive gesture with her hand.
"It was just a practical gesture. My real gift is... more personal."
She stood before him now, so close that Theo could feel the warmth emanating from her body, the gentle scent of jasmine she always wore enveloping him like an enchanted mist.
"Personal?"
He repeated, studying her from head to toe.
In response, Yeonha simply intertwined her fingers with his. The warmth of her touch carried a determination that left no room for hesitation.
Without a word, she guided him down the hall towards her room.
Glancing around, Theo briefly rembered how he had transford the apartnt after Yeonha moved in.
Using his creation and spatial manipulation magic, he had expanded the internal space without altering the external dinsions, a feat that had astonished Nayun and Yeonha herself. What was once a comfortable apartnt for a family of three could now easily accommodate 15 people, with each having their own private space.
Yeonha's room was exactly as anyone would imagine it to be, elegant, with shades of gray, white, and occasional touches of teal.
The king-size bed dominated the space, covered with silk sheets that seed to gleam under the soft light from the lamps.
As soon as they entered, Yeonha closed the door and turned the key in the lock with a soft but definitive click.
The sound seed to echo in the silence of the room, laden with promises and expectations.
When she turned to face him, there was sothing different in her eyes, a rare vulnerability she seldom allowed others to see, mixed with a fierce determination that was so characteristically her.
"Theo,"
She said, her voice little more than a whisper.
"You know what you an to , don't you?"
He took a step towards her, closing the space between them. Gently, he raised a hand to touch her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek.
"I know."
He answered simply, because it was true. Between them, elaborate words were rarely necessary.
They understood each other on a level that transcended common language.
Yeonha closed her eyes briefly, leaning into his touch. When she opened them again, there was an even stronger determination in her gaze.
In a fluid motion, she slid her hands up Theo's chest to his shoulders and then wrapped them around his neck. Their bodies drew closer as if pulled by an invisible force, and when their lips finally t, it was as if an electric current ran through them both.
The kiss started softly, a gentle exploration, a silent question. But it quickly deepened into sothing more, more urgent. Theo's hands found Yeonha's waist, pulling her closer, while she tangled her fingers in his hair.
There was a raw honesty in that kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, Yeonha began to guide him towards the bed. When the back of his knees touched the edge of the mattress, she pulled away slightly, her eyes eting his in a silent question.
Theo's response was to pull her back for another kiss, deeper and more intense than the last.
They fell together onto the silk sheets, Theo supporting his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her. Yeonha smiled against his lips, a smile he felt more than saw, before reversing their positions with surprising agility, getting on top of him.
"My gift."
She murmured against his lips.
"Is sothing that can't be wrapped or put in a box."
Her fingers found his shirt, and she deliberately and slowly began to pull it up. Each inch of exposed skin received a soft touch from her fingers, as if she were morizing every detail.
"Yoo."
Theo whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
She placed a finger on his lips, gently silencing him.
"Tonight is about you and ."
She said.
When the last button ca undone, Yeonha slid her hands over Theo's now-exposed chest, her eyes following the movent of her own fingers with an intensity that made his own heart race even faster.
Theo rose slightly, allowing her to slide the shirt off his shoulders and toss it aside.
Next, his hands found her thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of her nightgown.
"May I?"
He asked, his voice low and intense.
Yeonha's smile was answer enough, but she nodded anyway, raising her arms to facilitate the movent.
With a fluid gesture, Theo removed the garnt, revealing a red lace bra that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin.
For a mont, they just looked at each other, absorbing the sight of one another, the intimacy of the mont, the promise of what was to co.
There was an almost sacred reverence in the way Theo's eyes traveled over Yeonha's body, as if she were a precious work of art he had the privilege to admire.
"You are beautiful."
He said simply, because it was true, and because so truths need to be spoken aloud.
A blush colored Yeonha's cheeks.
She leaned forward, her hair creating a curtain around their faces as her lips found his again. The contact of skin against skin sent shivers through her body, intensifying every sensation she felt.
Theo's hands slid down her back, finding the clasp of her bra. His fingers hovered there for a mont.
Yeonha pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her breath slightly ragged, her lips red from their kisses.
"I love you, Theo..."
Her voice ca out as a whisper laden with emotion.
"I want to feel you with . All of you."
Hearing her genuine confession, he waited no longer.
The bra slid from her shoulders, falling silently beside the bed. Theo couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips.
The sight of that body, which seed to have been sculpted by a god, made him stand there admiring every inch of it.
Feeling his gaze upon her, Yeonha felt a great satisfaction grow; after all, what woman wouldn't want to be desired by her boyfriend and the man she loves?
"Like the view?"
She asked, using her hands to jiggle her breasts.
"You have no idea..."
Theo, still srized, leaned forward and took one of her breasts between his lips.
"Aaah!"
His gesture caught her by surprise, making her moan without even having a chance to understand what had happened.
Only after a few seconds did she realize that there, on her left breast, Theo was sucking it with an unparalleled vivacity.
Yeonha, with her eyes half-closed and her face slightly flushed, slid her fingers through Theo's hair, holding him with a growing urgency.
"Mmmmn!"
She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds that escaped, but it was useless. His intensity was making her lose control bit by bit.
When Theo switched sides, giving the sa loving attention to the other breast, Yeonha threw her head back, her eyes completely closed, surrendered to the mont.
"T-Theo..."
She whispered, her voice choked, her fingers digging into his back as if to pull him even closer.
With a gentle and agile move, he switched positions with her, now Yeonha was lying on her back, and he was on top.
"Hnm!"
Theo continued his trail of kisses, slowly descending her abdon, as if every inch of skin needed to be worshipped. With each touch, Yeonha arched her body slightly, her fingers gripping the silk sheets as if they were the only anchor to her sanity.
Upon reaching her waistline, Theo paused for a mont, his eyes fixed on hers. Both of their breaths were already quickening, the air seed heavy with so much expectation.
With an almost reverent gesture, he slid his fingers along the sides of Yeonha's panties, pulling them down slowly, as if wanting to morize every second of that mont. The fabric slid down her legs with torturous slowness, leaving her skin goose-bumped with anticipation...
When she finally found herself completely exposed to him, Yeonha closed her eyes for a brief instant, as if needing a second to accept the intensity of that mont. Her whole body seed to pulse, her skin hot, her senses on high alert.
Theo, attentive to her every minimal signal, scattered kisses on the inside of her thighs, with a dedication that bordered on adoration. With every touch, every gasp he drew from her, Yeonha felt as if she were about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
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Note: I had to split the chapter in two... The website here couldn't translate almost 4,000 words...
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