See You Through a Clearer Lens
Jihyo crooked her finger, the invisible tie at the end drawing Sana into her arms.
“Hmmm, I’m so glad those glasses don’t have lenses,” Jihyo said in a deep whisper. Her arms went up around Sana’s neck after tugging her in by the black tie over her starched white Thom Browne blouse.
“Why’s that?” Sana questioned with a sweet smile that rounded her cheeks and caused her eyes to sparkle with a smile of their own. Her hands held Jihyo tight at her baby blue pants-clad hips.
She searched the younger woman’s rich brown eyes. As Jihyo’s affection permeated her, a shiver ran the length of her spine, her eyes fluttering closed. When they opened again Jihyo’s full, pink lips were closer, a whisper of a centimeter from her own.
Her coral-colored pouty lips trembled when Jihyo’s breath landed on them. A slight tilt caused Jihyo’s bobbed raven locks to flow like water to the side. Sana’s eyes flicked up to inviting chestnut eyes one last time, seeking permission.
Jihyo barely finished nodding before one of Sana’s soft hands gripped her chin, fingers splayed over her cheek and neck to pull her in. The warm pressure she felt against her lips was inviting and dizzying.
More than a week passed since the last time their lips met in such passionate fashion. Their hectic promotion schedule kept them apart even when they were physically near each other. The women usually withheld romance publicly, seeking the privacy and comfort of their home environments for their blossoming love to grow. But for Jihyo, Sana’s glasses for the SCIENTIST stages became her Kryptonite, weakening her. And the only antidote and hope of salvation for her was Sana’s touch.
The scent of lavender and sweet taste of citrus made a disorienting perfume, whisking Jihyo away from the quiet corner of their green room to an imagined haven all their own. Her own voice echoed a muffled moan in her ears, a signal of her growing desire brought on by Sana’s firm hold on her hip and the exhilaration of her bottom lip between the older woman’s soft lips.
A contented sigh left Sana as she leaned into Jihyo, their foreheads touching, the air between them thick with want. Two more quick pecks on the apples of her girlfriend’s cheeks. Another on the mole at the tip of her nose. And one final lip-to-lip tap followed by two deep breaths.
“Definitely happy there are no lenses,” Jihyo said again as her fingers played with the soft, platinum silver hair at the nape of Sana’s neck.
“Mmmm, why’s that?” Sana asked, her thumb smoothing over Jihyo’s cheek.
“Because if you had lenses, they’d be completely foggy now,” Jihyo giggled.
“That’s because my girl is the hottest woman in the world,” Sana said, lifting her hand to remove the silver wireframes. Jihyo immediately covered it with her own, stopping her.
“No, leave them on,” she requested, cheeks flaming. “I like it this way.”
Sana gave her best Cheshire grin, causing Jihyo to flush a deeper red. “Then we should get home quickly so you can see me in my birthday suit and glasses.” She whispered the last part in her ear and Jihyo’s knees failed her.
“You’re so unfair,” Jihyo whined, holding on tightly.
“And you’re spoiled, but we still manage,” Sana grinned, touching noses one last time.
“Come on, you two,” Momo called. “I’m tired of standing guard and we’re going for dinner together.”
“See you later,” Jihyo whispered, giving Sana a full-body once over.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Sana’s eyebrow piqued up.
“Both! Let’s go.”
