simbiogénesis

Picnic

A soft summer breeze swept your hair across your shoulder, the sun heating the skin beneath. Only moments ago you had realized that Jiyong had fallen into a doze beside you on the blanket. The afternoon was coming to a close and you both had to be back soon, but rather than pulling him from such a state of relaxation, you chose to take a moment to watch him instead. 

Settling down beside him with one hand propped under your head and a smile on your face, you reached out to play with the hem of his billowing white shirt. His bangs had fallen to the side and the sun was glancing off smooth, tanned skin. Fine eyelashes skimmed his cheeks, as delicate as the floating dandelion tufts that had filled the air. Moving your hand up to his own that was resting on his chest, you traced your fingertips gently along his arm. The sensation was a enough to wake him from his light sleep.

Jiyong rolled onto his side, mirroring your own position, and held your gaze steady with sleepy eyes. It was too much for you to resist. 

Your body reacted, colliding with his and pushing him over beneath you. His hands found the back of your neck, pulling you in, lips making warm contact as his loose tunic slid upward, soft skin brushing against your arms. A desperate heat was ignited within you when he moved his hands down the sides of your body to grip the back of your thighs. 

Clothing became tangled, the blanket twisted and bunched up, yet there was nothing but the feeling of Jiyong overwhelming every sense that you had. The feeling of his palms guiding you, the sound of his heavy breathing, the taste of his berry sweetened mouth, the scent of his cologne on the breeze…

When it was over, you were left staring at the clear sky in wonderment. Jiyong was sitting beside you, ruffling his hair with a bemused expression on his face.

“What?”

His lips turned upward at the corners.

“You didn’t tell me that was in the picnic basket.”