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Me
come here.
Namie stares down at the two words on her screen, yet to be sent. They sit in the message bar of her Messages thread with Chance, and her trembling thumb hovers just above the Send button. The only reason they haven’t sent it yet is because it’s currently almost three o’clock in the morning, and there’s no guarantee that Chance is even awake right now.
But the nightmarish images from her dream are still clinging to the backs of her eyelids whenever they blink, and Namie wants to see him. Wants him to make her forget everything, just like he’s done plenty of times before.
They hit Send after another minute and stare at the screen of their phone. If Chance is awake, he’ll probably see the text and maybe he’ll respond before coming over. Namie bites at their lower lip, slightly shaking hands gripping their phone. Slowly, she types out one more word, just as the Read receipt appears below her first text.
Me
please.
Maybe Chance will be able to sense Namie’s urgency through these messages, and she won’t have to wait too long for him.
Most of the time, he doesn’t respond. Chance always reads Namie’s texts, but it tends to not reply back. It’s only in more serious cases, or if they haven’t been able to see each other in a while and Chance is desperate for any kind of interaction with her. Namie has grown to not take it personally anymore—it had been annoying, at first, but now she knows that Chance simply prefers to talk in person. Or, at least, verbally. They end up on phone calls more often than they text.
Her phone lights up with Chance’s response, and immediately Namie’s chest feels lighter.
Chance
on the way.
Almost no one else is home at the moment. Hanjae and Yuchen are with their own partners at Mahogany’s house, Seongbok is off with Fitz, and this week is one of the few weeks where Chrys and Huck have aligning days off. It’s only Namie, Hao Yang, and Noeul who are at the apartment.
She pulls herself up out of bed on shaky knees, feeling both heavy and light at the same time. Namie rubs their eyes with the palms of their hands, shuffling their way out of the room and over to Chrys’s room. She knocks on the door a few times and waits, and when neither Noeul or Hao Yang answer immediately, Namie slowly pushes the door open to peer inside.
Noeul is half-awake, sitting up awkwardly in the bed with Hao Yang asleep on the bed next to her.
“Namie?” Noeul mumbles sleepily.
“Hey,” Namie says quietly, almost whispering. “Um… I had—a nightmare. So I asked Chance to come over.”
Noeul seems to take a few moments to register Namie’s words, before she nods. She yawns, wide and almost exaggerated, before she flops back down onto the bed.
“Mmkay,” Noeul mumbles, already falling back asleep. “Keep i’down, please…”
Namie huffs out quiet laughter as they close the door and make their way back to their room. Chance knows where the spare key is, so they don’t need to unlock the door. She leaves the door to her room cracked, so Chance will know which room to enter.
The minutes Namie spends waiting for Chance are almost like torture, the nightmare still fresh and lingering in her thoughts. They try to not fidget and twitch, but their body is on edge and everything feels like too much. As soon as she hears the front door open, Namie jolts up in her bed and stares at her bedroom door. Seconds later, Chance is pushing his way through the gap and closing the door behind him.
It looks at her and Namie feels a rush of relief flooding their veins. They barely have the strength to lift up their arms, and the most pathetic “Please” leaves her mouth.
Chance steps over to their bed and into Namie’s arms, swooping down to lift them up without hesitation. Namie lets out a shuddering sigh of relief as she buries her face against its neck, squeezing her eyes shut to keep herself from crying. The warmth of Chance’s body bleeds into theirs, filling Namie with so much comfort. To think that just a few years ago, neither of them could stand being near each other is crazy to remember, especially at times like now.
One of Chance’s hands runs up and down along their back, palm pressing gently against Namie’s spine. He turns his head, nose nuzzling into their hair as he takes a deep breath. Namie grips onto the back of its shirt, pulling Chance even closer, and breathes in just as deeply, steadying herself as much as she possibly can.
The nightmare is still there, right at the back of Namie’s mind, but Chance is here and real and Namie wants it to help her forget.
She pulls her head back, swallowing down another pathetic please, as she looks up at him. Chance’s other hand reaches up, knuckles brushing over Namie’s cheek, the touch so, so gentle that it makes Namie want to let themself finally cry.
“Hurry up and kiss me,” Namie demands, their voice lacking the heat that’s normally there.
Chance doesn’t give his usual snarky comment. He simply leans in and does what Namie asks of him: he kisses her, hands coming up to frame their face and cradle it in the palm of his hands.
Namie tries to not think about how gentle he is—she really will cry if she’s not careful. They let themself get lost in kissing Chance instead, fingers holding tight onto his shirt as they focus on getting Chance in their bed as soon as possible.
It doesn’t take them long. Namie barely parts from Chance’s mouth as the two of them undress each other, and once they’re naked, Chance climbs onto the bed as he pushes her down to the bed. Namie blinks slowly up at him, her chest heaving up and down as Chance pushes his way between her legs.
Chance traces along their inner thighs, his fingertips just barely brushing against Namie’s skin. It’s ticklish, making their thighs and hips twitch. He watches her with dark eyes, slowly pushing up on his knees.
“What do you want?” He asks quietly, fingers slowly moving up along her skin where her thighs meet her pelvis. “Tell me, Namie…”
Namie’s breath shudders as she closes her eyes, their chest shaking slightly with it. They swallow softly and open their eyes again, shifting her gaze to meet Chance’s eyes.
“Just—” Namie swallows again, trying to get their body to slowly relax under Chance’s slow ministrations. “Just make the memories go away, Chance. Please.”
Chance’s face and eyes harden for a moment, her words allowing him to register what exactly is wrong at the moment. Then, his expression softens and he looks at her with nothing but warm affection that makes Namie want to roll over and avoid him. Chance crawls over top of her, shifting between Namie’s legs as his hands slide up along her sides as he carefully presses his body into hers.
“I got you, starlight,” Chance murmurs, voice low, and the reassurance has a quiet sigh leaving Namie. “Whatever you want.”
His mouth finds its way to their chest, where Chance kisses, nips, and licks his way along their skin. Namie’s lashes flutter as they let themself get lost in the feeling. Chance’s hands and mouth are warm, and now when Namie closes her eyes, she no longer sees the flashes of the nightmare that woke her before.
She sucks in a sharp breath as Chance presses a kiss to her clit, hips twitching up. His hands grip them lightly, but they don’t hold her down, even though Chance knows it’s okay for him to. He focused on eating her out, tongue dragging along her folds and making Namie squirm under him. Right now isn’t about him—it’s about Namie, and she knows it. Chance will give them whatever they ask for, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
By the time Namie’s first orgasm hits, they’re gripping tight at Chance’s hair and rocking their cunt against his tongue, breathing hard and barely able to moan out his name. Their thighs twitch as Chance pulls away, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. Namie can see how hard he is, and despite having just came, she wants to make sure Chance is properly satiated, too.
“C’mere.” With a soft pant, she lays back on the bed, beckoning to him with a simple flick of her wrist.
Chance kisses his way up Namie’s body, a small smirking forming at the way she squirms under him again. Namie huffs softly as they lift a leg over Chance’s hip and tug him forward, matching groans leaving the two of them as his cock brushes against Namie’s sensitive cunt. Chance tilts his head back some, looking down at them with dark, half-lidded eyes.
“Chance,” Namie whispers, only somewhat desperately.
The corner of his mouth twitches, an attempt to not smirk wider that just barely works. Chance shifts so his knees press into the bed around their hips, one hand dropping down to grip his cock and line himself up. There’s barely any resistance as Chance pushes in, and Namie’s head falls back against the pillows as their mouth drops open in a silent cry.
“Fuck…” Namie pants, a whimper leaving her as Chance’s hips meet hers. “Chance—yeah, s’good, c’mon…”
The pace he sets is slow, his thrusts long and deep. Chance curls an arm under Namie’s back, holding her close as he fucks into her. He mouths at her collarbone, trying to muffle his own whimpers and moans.
Namie’s second orgasm builds just as slowly, until they can’t take it any longer—they need more, and Chance is barely giving it to them. She clenches down around his cock, making Chance groan, and curls an arm around his shoulders to tug his head up.
“More,” Namie mumbles, head leaning down in an attempt to kiss him.
Their mouths just barely meet before Chance mumbles right back into her mouth, “Is it better?”
It’s a loaded question, despite their current situation. For all Chance knows, Namie could be lying to him, and using their sex life as a way to keep everything in. (At least, that’s what Namie’s therapist would likely tell her. They’ve talked about this quite a bit.) He’s checking in on her, making sure that she’s actually okay, and that they don’t need to stop.
Namie can barely remember what the nightmare had been about right now. All she cares about is getting Chance to fuck her already.
“It’s better,” Namie nods, nipping at his lower lip. “Promise—I promise. I’ll—” Their breath hitches as Chance’s hips speed up, swallowing the whimper they get from him. “Ah! Tell y’later, prom-ise!”
Their last word breaks into a sharp, somewhat loud moan from a particularly hard thrust—right against that sweet spot of theirs. Chance groans into their mouth, his head tilting as Namie drags him back down into a messy kiss. Namie hooks their ankles together around Chance’s back as he thrusts, their head fuzzy and body warm all thanks to Chance.
Chance lets out a gasp of his own, his head dropping down to Namie’s shoulder as he grips onto her. Namie feels why, their cunt clenching hard around his cock as their orgasm swirls in their abdomen.
“Close, baby?” Namie teases, utterly breathless.
A sharp nip to the side of the neck is their answer, and it make Namie laugh just as breathlessly.
“Yeah,” she moans out, one hand sliding up along Chance’s back to grip at the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too—c’mon, baby, cum for me, please.”
Chance shudders in her grasp, moaning against her shoulder, thrusts becoming desperate and erratic. She’s already so close to the edge, too. It only takes a few more thrusts before their orgasms are washing over them in tandem, bodies shaking together. Chance’s hips rock into Namie’s as he rides them out, unable to resist Namie as she moves his head up to kiss him again.
In the afterglow, Namie gropes around for their blanket and throws it over their bodies. They keep themself wrapped around Chance’s body, still craving the closeness and skin-to-skin contact. When he makes to pull out, Namie shakes their head and pulls him back.
“Just… for a while,” Namie mumbles, turning her head and pressing into Chance’s neck. “Besides, Noeul and Hao Yang are still here. Shower in the morning.”
Chance huffs against her shoulder and shakes his head, but he doesn’t try to pull away. He slowly rolls them onto their sides instead, curling his arms around Namie’s body and tugging her back into him, stomachs and chests gently pressing together.
“Don’t blame me when you feel gross in the morning,” Chance mutters, kissing the side of her head.
Namie gives a huff of her own, but says nothing else. Their eyes fall shut, exhaustion finally hitting them. Like this, wrapped up in Chance’s arms and soaking in his warmth, Namie sleeps. No other nightmares come.