( joy ride )
She could feel him unravelling underneath her tongue, that he was finally succumbing to her and no one else, despite menial protests and common sense. It gave Amelia a certain satisfaction – the vain kind, that she tried to dispel around decent company. But they were far from being decent now, and what she’d truly love to do is to push his length far to the back of her throat.
So she did.
Due to experience ( and a certain level of skill, she’d like to think ), she kept him there for a few seconds before resurfacing, coughing only lightly before delving into him once more, working him with a hand and her ever so talented tongue. Fifteen minutes? She’ll make sure to make him come in five. For how could he possibly resist her? With her dark hair and precariously slipping dress – not to mention her active tongue and quick fingers – they would have quite a story to tell if a policeman came and stopped the car for suspicion of reckless driving.
Perfect, she thought, I’ll give them something to look at.
With one movement of her free hand, she tugged the zipper of her dress down and shimmied her hips until pooled down on the floor of the car, leaving her stark naked under her seatbelt. Right then, she flickered teasing eyes up to meet his, ready for a denial that she was sure would never slip out of his lips. Definitely not now.
if it wasn’t obvious, she couldn’t wait. yet again, she had pulled him into dangerous waters. he just hoped she wouldn’t cause him to drive into the ocean. (though, the daredevil in him wouldn’t mind having pleasure being the last feeling he experienced.) he slowed his car down to twenty-five miles per hour, hoping the road would remain empty. “fuck—” he cursed under his breath as he felt himself grow against her fingers.
he could never resist her.
he tried to balance his view from looking at the road ahead and at her. before the car could roll into the opposite road, he regained control, slightly pushing on the pedal. he bit his lip as he saw her remove her dress from the corner of his eye. her figure was illuminated by the purple interior lighting of his car; it was enough for him to see and enough for prying eyes to not notice.
it was unfair how he had to continue driving. he wanted to touch her and the desperation grew. he toyed at the idea of pulling over and pulling her over his lap. the idea wasn’t safe either, but it was safer than their current act.
but, the odds were not in his favor. and he had no choice but to sit helplessly. fingers combing through her hair, he grabbed a fistful around his right hand as his left barely grasped the wheel. satisfied hums left his lips as she took him in. although he couldn’t pleasure her, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t.
“babe, touch yourself.” he commanded. “don’t get the seat dirty—” (a command he knew she would break.) “—or else. you wouldn’t want to get punished again, right?”
` * sophia
Amelia had to snort at the prospect of being a teacher. And she humoured herself in thinking about which subject she could possibly teach, deciding in no less than five seconds that it’ll have to be Muggle Studies lest all her students might fail out of the school completely. She giggled a little at the thought of possibly battling Haneul for his job. What a sight would that be!
“Yes I do, dear.” She said, sending the little thing a small smile. She had never thought of herself as a person who is good with children, but she sure could enjoy their company. There is something about a child’s innocence that appeals to her, for instance, they wouldn’t laugh at her for not knowing – or being less than what she is, a constant problem she often found herself with amongst people her age.
“I can’t show you anything or else I get to be sent back to England and be put away for a very, very long time. And we don’t want that, do we?” Laughing a little, Amelia turned her back on the two and pulled out her wand, careful to not let Sophia see her multiplication charm; which copied the single plain pancake fifteen times on the large plate – cutting her cooking time by a definite long shot. “So what flavour ice cream are we having? We have…. mint, rocky road, strawberry, annnd….. raisins?”
Raising an eyebrow at the last choice, she shot her lover a disappointed little look before turning back to the little girl. “Forget the raisins, do you want mint, rocky road, or strawberry? I think I’ll have mint!”
he combed his fingers through sophia’s hair, untangling the brunette tresses. “your dad would be exasperated if he saw you with tangled hair.” he told his niece. she tucked her hair behind her ears and continued to look at amelia make pancakes. she dangled her legs as she sat on the bar stool. sophia’s eyes gleamed as she saw the pancakes magically appear. despite her age, the girl was smart enough to infer that magic was used.
(yet again, she wished her genes had magic as well.)
how about rocky road? sophia answered, drumming her fingers on the counter in excitement. uncle likes gross things like raisins. he shrugged at the mention of raisins. without any word, he stood up and patted the top of sophia’s head. with careful strides, he walked to mia. he wrapped his arms around her waist, sneaking a kiss to her cheek. he noticed sophia cover her eyes, earning a chuckle from him.
”i think i’ll have rocky road as well,” he whispered, then blew air into mia’s ear. his heart swelled as he looked at his niece and his lover. it was a simulation of one of his deepest dreams — having his own family. he imagined starting off his days like this, with a wife (preferably the woman his arms were wrapped around) and kids. “do we have whipped creme as well, mia?” he inquired. he let go of her and walked to the fridge. “i think we might have used it all last night.”
` * au: bun
haneul felt a nudge to his head. his eyes fluttered opened as his slumber broke. “its so hot—” he mumbled. wincing at the sun’s rays hitting his back, he buried his head against his wife’s chest. (thank you, pregnancy.) unable to resume his nap, he opened heavy eyelids and put a hand on her bump. “do you think our baby is going to be a girl,” he asked. he wiped away the strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. “or a boy?”
repeatedly, he wondered what their child’s gender would be. a girl? a boy? either way, he wouldn’t have mind. as much as he enjoyed the idea of being surprised, the thought of being left in the dark gnawed at his thoughts. he often sat down with the number of their doctor on his phone, wondering if he should find out behind mia’s back. babe, i told you its a surprise! don’t ruin it, she would yell whenever he mentioned the idea. as he woke up, he stared at their living room’s tv. “is this ‘keeping up’ marathon not over yet? i swear i’ve been sleeping for three hours.” he groaned. he snaked an arm around her waist and closed his eyes. “wake me up when you need me to do something.”
` * strings
Amelia had to take an involuntary step back at the harshness of his voice, her mouth falling open at the sheer ignorance that spilled so easily out of his
deliciouslips. If he was going to treat her just like any other student, she was going to return the favour. He became Professor Kang in an instant, never mind the memories of their vacation still fresh in her mind, never mind the pictures that filled her phone to the brim. Never mind the strange strain of her heart every time she so much as thought of him or passed him in the hallways.Livid isn’t the word for it anymore.
“Well good luck with that.” Her tone turned icy in a second, a wash of unshed tears in her eyes the only evidence of anger and sadness – she will not waste her breath with shouting. “I’m so sorry for being rude professor, I hope you’ll have a lovely time with your girlfriend– if you’re going to bring her over to the village make sure to head to Madame Puddyfoot’s on weekdays so students wont stare at you too much… Maybe let her pick the tea time special for couples since it’s a good value for a bitt of money.”
She couldn’t help the cracking of her voice, a tear that had escaped an eye ( of which she wiped in the speed of light, hoping against hope that he didn’t notice it at all ). Amelia was blabbering, she knew that – it tends to happen when she’s angry or nervous, unfortunately for him; this time it seems to be the former, rather than the latter.
( He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. )
“I apologize, professor. I’ll come back during office hours if I have a question about the assignments.”
And with that she turned on her heel, still huffing with anger, and ready to slip out of his office and out of his life.
stupid. he let his emotions control him— again. if he had stopped talking with fervor and listened to her instead, he would have noticed her change in tone. maybe, he would’ve noticed how she pivoted between staying strong and breaking down. he flashed a bitter smile at her. “thank you, amelia.” it hurt him to have her name escape his lips; to him, she was mia, princess, or baby. it hurt that her real name was suddenly so foreign. it only indicated that she was a person he was too comfortable with.
and he knew too well that she was someone he wasn’t supposed to be comfortable with.
she’s not yours. she’s not yours. she’s not yours.
“i’ll keep your advice in mind. she loved tea—” he let the words slip out of his mouth before he took notice. loved. he let his mind wander on the word. she loved tea. he didn’t know if she loved it still, because he she didn’t love him still. he only used the memory of her to hurt the girl in front of him. “she—”
his head lowered, but not enough to dismiss the movement of her arm against her face. “wait—” before she could walk out of his office, he started to walk towards her. he grabbed her hand softly, as if it was his last. feelings were always hard for him to sort. did he love her? his mother always told him that love doesn’t appear fast. or maybe he was in denial. but, he was certain he wanted amelia to stay. stay in this office. stay in his life.
she was important to him.
he let go her hand and moved to sit on the arm of his couch. he sat in silence, giving her the option to leave or stay. he examined her features, taking note of the furrow between her brows and the sorrow in her eyes. “i—”
he owe her an explanation.
“tina. my—” he paused and sighed. “my ex-girlfriend. we ended, no, she ended things years ago. years. she’s a… tv producer. she left me to pursue her dreams, but we met ten months ago and she told me she was engaged.” he scoffed, shaking his head. “she came back just to tell me she was engaged. i only used her memory because i—” he stood up once again, this time, standing right in front of her. “i don’t have anyone else but—” he paused, moving his hands to cup her face. “you.”
”and its so difficult to hear you talk about other guys, because—” he lowered his head and hoped that she would understand how he felt. “i l… you mean a lot to me, mia.”
` * sophia
Pretty, pretty.
It was the only thing that filled Amelia’s mind as she glanced over at the couple seated on the island. Little furtive glances by the younger, and sweet little smiles by the elder, she never quite felt so whole– and so much at home in a place where she should not feel such things at all. Her professor’s house with his niece, she shuddered and let that disastrous thought slip her mind before she corrected herself; her lover’s home, with his lovely little niece. Yes, much better.
“We’ll have ice-cream for brunch then.” She giggled, foregoing the blueberries and strawberries completely and focusing completely at the batter at hand. At the little girl’s next question, Amelia froze almost immediately, a small furtive glance thrown at her lover – quite unsure of how to proceed.
“Well…” She started tentatively, eyes focused completely at the bowl in her hands. “Your uncle saw me a school, and thought that I was pretty… and he asked me on a date… here!” Laughing nervously, she shot Haneul a little glare, urging him to continue the story instead of her.
sophia’s eyes widened in delight as she heard the words ‘ice cream.’ she shifted in her seat, pushing herself up slightly to eye the batter. i like ice cream, but my dad tells me its not too healthy. he’s doesn’t let me eat it much, the girl pouted. her uncle’s laugh echoed throughout the expanse of the house.
“yeah my brother has a stick up his—” he paused before the word could slip from his mouth. “my brother is a strict one.”
he froze upon hearing his niece’s question. he knew she was too innocent to even toy with the idea of amelia being his student, but he couldn’t shake away the fear that she would find out. the nervousness sunk even deeper upon hearing mia’s reply and he almost jumps when she glares at him. “oh yeah.. uh… we’re colleagues, sophia—” he paused when he noticed his niece turn her head up towards him. “colleagues… its like, we’re co-workers.”
oh, sophia’s smile widened. so you know magic too? just like uncle allen? sophia turned to her uncle and blew a playful raspberry. my uncle never wants to show me magic anymore… can you show me? i promise i won’t tell. sophia leaned over the counter and whispered. its okay, i know about the poison gel thing, i won’t tell anyone that you’re magical.
( joy ride )
She’s starting to feel more than just a twinge of annoyance. Amelia did not appreciate anyone telling her what to do, not when it involves her pleasure and her desires. But she decided to just let her fingers take control, and said nothing to him any further– her teasing little words were then replaced by soft moans and dirty little sighs.
Her eyes didn’t need to travel too far to see how hard he’s becoming under the material of his pants.
It’s not like Amelia Kim didn’t know the art of seducing a man without laying so much as a finger on him.
Pale fingers started with a strong, steady rhythm– she did not know the meaning of going slow when she’s already this warm all over. Amelia started to pump even harder, letting her head loll back to the headrest of the passenger seat as if she belonged there all along. But she was dissatisfied still, for it was the deep desire that called the shots – and it called out to his warm member.
Besides, she needs to punish him for trying to control her according to his whims.
“I’m not letting you have a taste this time.” Amelia groaned, removing her fingers from her core to suddenly reach to his zipper, tugging his pants down with moist fingers. Pale fingers did not pause in its quest– they grasped his girth as soon as it was freed. And soon her tongue lay flat on the side of his member, a low moan on the back of her throat.
the glare of the highway’s streetlights were replaced by the darkness of the hills and the ocean. in sunlight, the landscape was picturesque. in moonlight, it was colored in an ominous shade. but, he did not hold any fear, as the road was familiar. and the lady accompanying him was also familiar. he had spent every minute he had with her tracing and studying every detail of her, until she became a figure too familiar.
he lowered the windows slightly, welcoming the sea’s breeze. as he heard the waves roar in one ear, the mewls of his lover entered the other. his eyes stole glances of her every now and then. he was careful not to steal too much, as he was afraid that he’d let desire win once again. but he faltered, stealing yet another glance at his lover, trying to keep her image to himself.
(thieves were always punished and apparently those who denied amelia kim were punished as well.)
he sighed as he felt a tug on his zipper. akin to the scenery surrounding them, this feeling too, was familiar. he welcomed the lull in his stomach, and the warmth of her tongue encompassing his length.
“baby—” he sighed as he felt himself harden against skilled lips. he did not care to swim out of these treacherous waters, he might’ve wanted to float perhaps. he did not care to repeat that he was driving, though he knew it was best to do so. “you know there’s only fifteen minutes left until we’re home. can’t you wait—” the sternness in his tone left him, replaced with a tone that held a suggestion. (a suggestion he secretly hoped she would ignore.)
` * strings
Amelia Kim never realized how cruel one could be in the face of unspoken love. For was it love? Now, she isn’t quite sure. Now, with the words spilling out of his mouth like that; a stupidly bright smile on his face, the acquisition of false ( or was it false at all? ) details of a mystery girl, Amelia nearly cried out right then and there. But she did not, and determinedly kept her eyes from the front of the room, focusing on the animated conversation she was having with Lucille about the rumours surrounding Wesley Choi’s penis.
She could tell if they were rumours, anyway.
The man that had her screaming and thrashing around on rumpled sheets seemed worlds away, the lover who had touched her so tenderly and whispered the sweetest promises in her ear became much too far to hold that she was almost convinced that it had all been a dream. For that is what she felt she was in; a dream. With their tangled legs on his couch, laughing and giggling over idiots on television, cooking pancakes in the mornings, and making love by the beach at night. Perhaps her instincts in the beginning were right, perhaps he would’ve sent her back to London after their first night if given the chance. She had to shudder in anger at the ridiculous prospect.
Thundering in without any sort of preamble, Amelia was silenced even before she opened her mouth– his too harsh tone and cutting words almost causing her a step back, slashing her anger into mild tinges of hurt before she gathered herself to her full height; and be as strong as Lucille and Suzy would always urge her to be.
“There’s no need to be rude, professor.” She began with clenched teeth, addressing him in such a way to yet again distance herself from his terrible words as she slammed the door closed behind her. Not once caring about the echoing BANG that resounded in the halls. “What’s got your panties in a bunch, huh? Maybe cry about your TV producer girlfriend about it? I’m sure she’ll give you a right blowie to soothe your temper, since that seems to be the only way to get you to keep your fucking mouth shut!”
“rude—” he repeated, putting the essay he was reading down. he stood up from his seat, behind the safety of his desk. from experience he knew not to stand close to an angry woman, especially when he didn’t know the root of their anger. in this particular situation, he knew exactly why she was angry. his suspicions were proven right upon hearing her words.
he almost wants to reply with a chuckle, but that would tell her he was guilty as charged. a chuckle would tell her he was toying with her, playing yet another game. unlike the games they’d play before, this one wasn’t pleasant. this game wasn’t “who could eat more pancakes?” this game wasn’t “guess how many catfights will happen in this episode.” this game wasn’t their favorite (and the usual) one where they’d tease each other until someone breaks. this game wasn’t “how many rounds can we last before we’re worn out?” no— this game wasn’t as innocent as the others.
he crossed his arms and cleared his throat before answering her. “keep my mouth shut?” he questioned her. “first of all, you can’t just barge in to my classroom and most especially my private office when it isn’t office hours. if you’re going to do that anyways, i’d prefer you leave the crude language somewhere else—”
“second, i can say whatever i want in my classroom. do you think i’m just going to tell that student to fuck off my business? especially when i always tell my students stories? third, why are you so pressed? why? are you angry that i’m seeing someone else—” he paused as he felt his ears burn. he released a deep breath; if he continued to speak, he was afraid that his anger would clip his last string of patience (and courtesy).
“you know what—” he exclaimed. “maybe you shouldn’t nearly stare at me when you tell your friends your stories about your boys. especially in my classroom—”
“…because i don’t—” he almost says i don’t want to hear them. “care.”
the final word was said in a tone that was revealing. he did care and he hated it.
` * strings
haneul questioned himself on why he decided it would be a good idea to actually assign an essay. he knew he had no time (patience, actually) to grade dozens of half-assed ideas. but, he remembered how amelia nonchalantly (and not so silently) described her new fling to her friends. the action, usually harmless, was one performed at an inappropriate time. especially so when she would give him glances from time to time, ensuring that he heard what she said. or so he thought that’s where her intentions were placed.
usually, he wouldn’t care that she would spend time with other guys. he was the one who told her its okay to do so anyways. as if he contained the cockiness of all the greek gods, he knew that they would never compare to him. not even close. the fact that she might’ve wanted him to know about her flings annoyed him so much. (it shouldn’t have.) it tugged at his nerves so precisely, that he almost wanted to reprimand her. amelia, please do not discuss inappropriate things inside my classroom.
but, that was so unusual for him. so, he decided that giving his students an essay (amelia included), would be a more proper form of payback. oh, and the fact that he described his new fling possible girlfriend to one of his students earlier.
the unnamed gryffindor was so curious to hear about the professor’s love life. little did they know his lover was a few inches away. but, who said she was the only one? if she could see other guys, he can see other girls..
professor kang, are you dating anyone? “actually, i am—” he paused, as he noticed amelia shuffle in her seat. “we’ve gone on a few dates, but we’re kinda in that, um, stage.” ooh, do you like her? is she a muggle? “yeah, i like her. she’s a muggle—” he noticed amelia shuffle in her seat more and he almost smirks. as if he would dare spill their secret out loud. anyways, this girl wasn’t her. “she’s pretty. very pretty—” the gryffindor leaned against their table in interest. hearing about professors’ love lives were always so interesting, especially when it was professor kang’s. “her eyes are always twinkling and her smile is so bright.” those could describe amelia, but the professor continued on to describe traits that didn’t describe the girl.
“she has a lob haircut—” he points to his shoulder to describe the mystery girl’s hair. “and she always wears pants, especially olive green ones. white button up blouses are her favorite.” she sounds pretty, professor kang! show me a picture one day. “i always tease her about the fact that she always wears the same type of outfit. but, she’s too busy being a tv show producer to care.” ooh, tv show producer? which show? “one of my favorites. duh, she helped produce it of course. she only creates content nothing short of amazing. and of course, i have to support my girl.” your girl? so, she is your girlfriend, professor kang?
he only replied with a soft smile.
papers were scattered when the door to his office opens harshly. “what the fuck—” he said. he wasn’t expecting anyone and it wasn’t his office hours. he looked up at the person responsible for opening the door, releasing a sigh. “yes, amelia—” he said, a slight tinge of annoyance in his tone. “—what do you want.”
` * sophia
Amelia smiled brightly, shaking her head at Haneul’s very large expressions towards her skills. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew exactly how to cook the muggle way, or perhaps it’s because the flashy wand techniques that she had learnt from the home economics club at school. He had complimented her without end even at the most simplest of dishes. Bending down to check the contents of the fridge, she hummed in affirmation as she took out the carton, opening the drawers to retrieve bowls and flour with such practiced ease.
“Do you like blueberries, Sophia?” With a little knock from her hips, she closed the lower cupboard as she tore open the bag of flour, the excess flowing easily into the bowl on the counter. “We have fresh blueberries… or strawberries, maybe?”
The eggs and water were measured roughly by her eyes – no need for scales or measuring cups, really – and soon she was already mixing the thickening solution in the bowl with a whisk, chancing a glance at her lover to flash him a sweet little smile.
“Or we could always just pile on the chocolate syrup and ice cream and forget fruits altogether?”
the ten year-old eyed the mixture with wonder. she was amazed at how the consistency changed as ingredients mixed together. most importantly, she was amazed at how she was in the company of not one, but two magical people. or so she thought mia was magical. “she felt like it”, the best explanation her ten year-old self could make.
sophia’s gaze turned to haneul, then mia. she didn’t note (or notice at all) the knowing gazes and soft smiles the lovers sent to each other. she didn’t note how her usually talkative uncle was silent, too focused on his lover’s features, taking each detail in before they’d have to return to reality. what the girl did notice was how shy and wary she became. though mia seemed kind, she was still a stranger.
therefore, sophia tugged on the sleeve of her uncle’s shirt, gesturing him to reply to mia’s questions. he sent her a look that meant, go ahead, answer her yourself. sophia pouted and turned to mia.
i think both options are fine, which option do you like better, sophia asked in a small voice. her mind toyed at the idea of asking the older girl if she was magical as well. in the event that she wasn’t and her uncle’s secret would be exposed, she was worried that her uncle would go through the “poison gel thing” to meet his end. so, she decided to ask the pair the age old question. the one that created fairytale-like stories— how did you two meet?