Spiralling

"Okay, so, yep, you're blonde now. Like beach blonde. Blonde with a bob." Stella is just stating facts, and absolutely not saying all the real things she thinks about Jiwoo, like all the ways she wants to pull on that hair while Jiwoo rubs her -

"I am," Jiwoo smiles. "So blonde. But is it hot blonde?"

Choi Jiwoo just seriously asked if she was hot. Stella can't process the question because yeah, sure, obviously. She thought she could maybe reach a point where it was less pronounced, where she didn't necessarily want to rip Jiwoo's clothes off whenever she batted her eyelashes - but everything's definitely still fairly catastrophic in terms of attraction. Stella decides, 'What the fuck.'

"Yeah, really hot. Although, to be honest, Jiwoo, you're pretty hot regardless of the hair colour," she says, totally not casual and feeling a little stupid.

Oh no. Why did she say that? They're not datin- friends. They're friends. Or maybe just co-workers - no. Friends

Oh god. It's so messy. How do other people do this? Jiwoo's smiling so wide she can see her cheeks stretching and how her eyes squint up. Great, her confession has apparently given Jiwoo amusement. Brilliant. That's exactly what she wants. "Thank you, Stella," Jiwoo chuckles. "You're also really hot."

Wait. What?

"Um, right, thanks? What?" Is that how she responds?

Jiwoo shrugs, and okay, so that's like, not an answer, right? So how does Stella ever proceed from here when her mind is getting full of all these thoughts she's trying not to have - goddammit, Jiwoo is way too hot for this level of decorum. "Anyway, I like your hair. Like a lot," she says, trying and failing to sound flirty. Ugh, she's probably too cute for it, but she doesn't know how to flirt in a cool way. All this does is make Jiwoo blush a little and glance down at her lap - and oh, maybe Stella is kind of good at this. Awesome. Good to know.

"Yeah, you er, said that already. You're really good at compliments," Jiwoo responds, her hair brushing her cheeks as she laughs. Yeah, it’s awkward, but Stella loves it.

How is this her life? She doesn't even know what to do with herself anymore. Well, she knows a few things she wants to do to Jiwoo, like maybe with her tongue, but not right now. Obviously. Maybe. "Okay, well, they're all true."

"You're doing that thing again," Jiwoo says. "The thing where you stutter and seem all confused."

"No, no, I’m not -" This is ridiculous. They're friends. "Do you want me to be more explicit then? Because I'm willing to do that, I guess."

"Oh." Jiwoo sucks in a little breath. "Do it then."

Oh shit. Stella laughs a little in disbelief and rubs her forehead. "Fuck. Okay. Um." She clears her throat, tries to get all the random thoughts together. "So, I think you're hot, and I want to screw you? Is that enough? We can work with that, right?"

Jiwoo breaks into giggles. "Yeah, I think that's a lot better, thanks. In return, Stella, you're definitely hot, and I very much want to have sex with you too."

Well, this is quickly spiralling into something beyond Stella’s control.

So they want to have sex with each other. Okay. Stella's brain is going a mile a minute, and she's going into overdrive, but somehow she manages to nod. "That works, yeah," she agrees. "Actually - maybe we should have sex? I mean, if that's what you want. But it's what I want, so, well." God, they're being so casual about this. This is a complete disaster. "I'm also not saying we have to, um, for the record. This is just - I don't know. It's just kind of a joke thing."

"A thing," Jiwoo repeats, nodding. "A sex thing."

Stella should never, ever talk. "Right, yeah. So if you like, you know, we could, maybe. We're both adults, right?" She needs to stop talking. "Or we could just ignore that this ever happened." She should stop right there. Okay, no, still going. "I think the second one might be awkward, but the first is a good option, I'm all for it -"

"Stella," Jiwoo laughs, leaning over and placing a hand on her forearm, and wow, she's so warm. "If you're asking if I want to have sex with you, the answer is yes. Yes, I want to, definitely. A lot."

Stella nods, staring down at Jiwoo's hand and trying not to look too weird while she does so. "Okay." The light is shining through the window behind them, and Jiwoo's hair is getting all glowy and angelic, and it's making her even hotter, and Stella wants to maybe combust. "When? Tonight?"

Jiwoo hums, lips pursed thoughtfully, and Stella has to look away because she's thinking about Jiwoo's lips pressed against hers, against other places too. "Now?" Jiwoo suggests. "We don't have to, but -"

"Now is good," Stella interrupts. She has never been more impulsive in her life, but god, she wants this woman. "Yeah. We should do that."

"Okay," Jiwoo smiles. "So like, right here on my couch?" She raises her eyebrows, and Stella realises they are on Jiwoo's couch and not actually floating in the clouds, so that's convenient. "You look shocked, like you weren't thinking about that?"

"I was not…”

Jiwoo's eyes widen. "Well, now you are."

And god, Jiwoo is right - Stella's definitely thinking about it now. She's picturing Jiwoo laid out, hand between her legs, maybe even with her mouth… - yep. She nods. "Yep. Now I am." She realises she probably looks like an idiot with the way her mouth has fallen open. But her brain is short-circuiting a little because, well, wow.

They should really do this.

Suddenly, Jiwoo is close to her, but Stella hadn't even seen her shift over. When did Jiwoo get this close? "Are you nervous?" she whispers, because their faces are basically touching. "I'm sort of nervous."

"I'm nervous," she whispers back. She's so nervous she's going to fuck this up, or she's going to seem so inexperienced. Fuck.

"Maybe," Jiwoo sighs, "we should just kiss." She smiles, her lips only inches from Stella's now, and Stella is just frozen. This is all new. "To, you know, make things less nervous."

God, right. Stella can't believe her nerves made her forget about the first part of sleeping with someone. "Yeah, we should do that. That makes sense," she replies, feeling dumb.

Jiwoo chuckles softly and then, finally, she presses her mouth to Stella's. And well - yeah, this is nice.

No, not nice. So much more. It's like fireworks, tingles shooting straight down Stella's body, ending between her legs, pulsing and spreading heat as her heart races faster and faster.

Jiwoo pulls away for a second, and she's got this soft smile on her face, and when she pulls back in for another kiss, it's somehow even more, and there's tongue and Stella is moaning, which is embarrassing, but she can't seem to control herself. She runs her hands through Jiwoo's hair - oh, right, the new hair - and she pulls, and Jiwoo lets out this whine and jesus, Stella is ruined. She's so, so into this.

When they break apart, she feels a little dazed, but also really fucking turned on. Jiwoo's looking at her like she's going to eat her alive, and okay, yep. Stella is completely on board for anything at this point.

"So, less nervous?" Jiwoo asks, a little raspy. Then just kinda reaches out, takes her hips, pulls her onto her lap, and that's totally okay, she can get on board with this.

"A little," Stella responds. She's straddling Jiwoo's lap. Whoa.

"Well, that's good," Jiwoo says, like she totally didn't just pull Stella towards her thigh so it presses right against her - oh. Yep. Yep. Stella has been totally reduced to a needy mess because there is definitely some pressure, and she could get off like this right now but she kind of - she wants this to last more than thirty seconds.

Jiwoo's fucking thigh; she can't get over that. How is this her life? She grinds down a little - maybe just out of curiosity - and Jiwoo's hands grip her waist. It's not like she's just outright humping the thing; she just wants to see what happens and - right, okay, apparently it feels really good and now Stella is breathing a little heavily, but she can't help it. Holy shit.

And then they're kissing again, and Jiwoo is definitely encouraging the movement of her hips, pushing her down to meet her thigh, and Stella is going to die, because it feels like she might cum like this without Jiwoo even taking her clothes off. She's kind of frantic with how she's moving. This is so much. She can't believe Jiwoo's thigh is between her legs, can't believe her own body is reacting like this. Jesus. "So, like," she says breathlessly, when they pull apart, "should we - can I -?"

Jiwoo laughs. "You can keep doing that if you want? I'm not going to stop you, Stella, trust me."

Well, that's okay then. Stella tries to focus, tries not to let her brain overload on how Jiwoo's hands feel on her waist "Right. But, like - if we keep doing this, I'm -" she trails off, ducks her head so she doesn't have to see Jiwoo's expression while she says it, even though they both know the answer. "I'm going to - uh."

"Cum?" Jiwoo offers. Oh my god, she sounds so casual about it, like it's nothing, but it's the single hottest thing that's ever happened to Stella. She can't look up, mostly because it feels like all her blood has rushed to her face, making her absolutely flushed.

"Y-yeah, maybe. Like, soon."

Jiwoo just hums, tracing her fingers over Stella's ribcage lightly. "That's okay. You can do that -" She pushes up with her thigh and Stella lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, "do you want to?"

Does she want to cum on Jiwoo's thigh? How is that a question? Stella nods frantically. "Yeah, yeah, I -" her voice breaks a little and she can feel her orgasm building as Jiwoo keeps moving. She wants it, wants it so much, she just needs a little more -

"Don't be shy," Jiwoo chuckles in her ear, "just let go." It sounds so fucking stupid, but that's exactly what pushes Stella over the edge. Her whole body shakes as she whines and she's pressing down, rubbing herself against Jiwoo and her skin is on fire -

Stella slumps against Jiwoo, sweaty and breathing hard, her head on the other woman's shoulder, all her bones are jelly. Holy shit, that was intense. That was - she doesn't even have words for that, but she thinks it may have broken her brain a little. She didn't think she could get off that hard from just a thigh. But somehow, Jiwoo knew. Always knew how to do these things, make her feel good like that.