Speechless

Less words, more actions, yup, that's ssangchu!


Hye Jung was awaken by the incessant ringing of her home phone, she was never a heavy sleeper but with the opening of the restaurant she co-owned with Shim Tae Yeon and her hectic working schedule, her body was just yearning for a long and peaceful rest. She had planned on sleeping till eight as she has a ten o'clock call-time, and she set the alarm on the dot, she even turned her mobile phones off to avoid any disturbance, her plan was actually working right until the phone call, she didn't count on someone calling her on her land-line. She opened an eye to peek at her bedside clock and an inaudible curse leave her dry mouth when she read that it was just five in the morning, "Who the hell would call me at this ungodly hour, oh god, this better be good!"

She half walked, half crawled her way out of the room and picked up the phone, "Did someone die? Is there any accident, fire or war that I should know of? Is this call really, really important, as in, does your life depend on this? If not, kindly hang up," she started a monologue.

But her caller was unfazed, he even threw his own question unceremoniously at her, "Why aren't you here?"

"Huh? Who is this?" The voice sounds familiar but as her brain was still foggy from sleep, or from the lack of it, she couldn't seem to place a name nor conceive a face.

"I got back to an empty apartment," the man behind the unnamed voice continued. "I rushed home hoping to find you asleep, hoping to sneak in bed beside you, hoping to embrace and cuddle you, hoping to see and feel you again, after one long, infuriating month of separation, but you are not here. Why?"

She had kept her silence but his litany already woke her dozing consciousness, she felt horrible - first, she had forgotten that he's returning home that day, second, she rambled on about someone being dead and the call being unimportant, and last, she didn't even recognized his tired and weary voice. What a good girlfriend she is, she sighed and whispered the only words she can utter, "I'm sorry Joongie! I'm really, really sorry."

She waited for a reply, a snide remark, a temper tantrum, a poke at her conscience, anything, but all that was given was complete silence. She wanted to talk, she wanted to depend her case, beg for forgiveness, submit to his every demands, whatever may work, but he knew the man, he's as stubborn as she is and if he decided on keeping mum, she just have to accept it as it is and wait for the verdict. When the five minute mark passed, she quietly walked to the couch, the receiver still pressed on her right ear and settled herself, she already knew the drill, and because she was at fault, she's more than willing to suffer the long, soundless hours. But even before she got comfortable, the doorbell rang followed by several loud pounding on the door.

She opened the door to a flushed and panting Hyun Joong, her face must have asked the question on her mind as he answered, "I drove like crazy to get here as fast as I can and run up the stairs because the elevator is taking a damn long time to descend."

She was speechless.

As well as he.

She gently grabbed his hand, her goal to pull him inside to rest, but the moment his skin touched hers, something in her awakened, a primal hunger that was ascertain by the budding heat inside her. He was no different, he had wanted to jump on her the minute she opened the door, he's been wanting her, craving for her, her feel, her smell, her taste and her hand on his drove him to no return.

He whirled her around and conquered her lips, in a kiss that set their blood on fire. He kicked the still ajar door to a close and unintentionally pummeled her on the wall as their desire enveloped their beings. He nibbled on her lower lip laving it with his tongue and gained his entrance on her mouth as she gasped in pleasure. A hoarse sound escaped him as he tasted her, the kiss deepened and their touch heated up, searching and grabbing onto each others bare flesh, it has taken all his might to control himself until he couldn't no more, he let a groan of unreleased passion out of his lips as they breakaway from each other to breathe. He held her face with one hand and stare at her, letting her see his burning need to be inside her, to be one with her, all the while pressing his swollen manhood in that gape between her thighs. She shook in his arms, from the intensity of their foreplay and raw hunger in his eyes.

She unknowingly licked her lips and he was beyond his limit, he dove in a frenzy with one sole thing in his mind, to capture that pink little tip and let it play with his own. He ran his hand on her left thigh, lift it and cradle it on his hip, he upwardly traced her firm and soft thigh until his philandering hands reached her apex. He rubbed his thumb on her love-button which he knew was covered with her lacy underwear, and teasingly plunged his middle finger to feel her wetness, all the while pillaging her mouth with his. She drew herself away as she moan sensually, she pressed her face on his neck, breathing, nibbling, giving the signal that she's ready. He lifted her up and she snaked her legs on his hips, moving and grinding, driving him to madness.

"Did you miss me," Hye Jung managed to asked just as they reached the bedroom.

"Me telling you that I miss you would be an understatement, I would just have to show you," he stated, looking carnal and sensuous.

And so he did...