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Eunpyo thought she was fine.
Seeing Chunhee lay there, half-asleep, hair collecting oil from her dark roots gave her a shiny, pretty jet-black halo.
There was no way she was going to leave the runaway all alone now.
And it’s not as if she had any responsibilities at the moment. Both children were sent to grandmother’s. And Chunhee’s were spending an impromptu vacation in Canada’s not-so-snowy capital city.
A plane was quickly deemed much too risky, once the two women met outside Chunhee’s childhood home. At least, much too risky for her. The kids were sent with a bilingual chaperone, and a smudged sticky note, reading of their aunt’s address. Plus a quarter of the five million won stuffed in Yeongbin’s backpack, that Eunpyo scraped up that midday.
(Remnants of the mother-child parting stuck to Chunhee’s high cheeks. It was already too late to wipe off, Eunpyo thought.)
A boat, on the other hand, seemed a safer option.
Chunhee knew a guy, who knew a guy who got people rides across the East Sea all the time. And so the remaining cash made it’s way across the table. Paired with the scuffling of two chairs, all ready to board and hide as quickly as possible.
The cabin wasn’t as bad as Eunpyo had seen on tv. It smelled of mildew. And tetanus threatened every metal surface, but at least the bunk was big enough for two women to lie sidelong.
Shuffling farther back until her bent spine made contact with the wall, Eunpyo tired her best to fix the kink in her neck. It cracked just as a heavy wave beat onto port.
Chunhee awoke.
“How are you feeling?”
Slowly turning to face the voice behind her shoulder, Eunpyo patiently waited for the woman below to rub her eyes to attention.
“Well.” She turned over the rest of the way. “Have you been awake this whole time?”
Hiding the embarrassment on her face as Chunhee subtly pointed out her fixed state came easier than usual. Eunpyo just let the boat shift her head away.
“I wanted to make sure no one came in while you slept.”
By now, Chunhee had wrapped her right arm around the angle of Eunpyo’s hips. Whether for security against the tumbling of the craft, or for comfort to aid rest, the younger woman didn’t dare waste time on.
The hum in acknowledgement that reverberated from the back of Chunhee’s throat was first felt on Eunpyo’s left side, and ended pounding between her thighs. She could do nothing but press her legs even tighter. And exhale through her nose.
Since about a month ago, when they took the camping trip. Eunpyo couldn’t stop noticing, and counting the times Chunhee made her hot. She’d always have to break away from conversation, using the excuse of the bathroom to press a hand against her cunt with eyes closed. Slowly revisiting the just occurred memory, nothing came from it. Back then, Chunhee would always follow her in, and talk from behind the stall door about some new dish the restaurant two blocks down was advertising now.
She suddenly realized that she was very likely reaching the end of her rope. And now that the two were stuck on a ship, as fugitives, privacy was out of the question.
“Eunpyo-ya.”
“Yes?”
“Lay down chagiya.”
Cold sweat spread from the middle of Eunpyo’s chest, to the tips of her fingers and the crown of her head. She tried her hardest to slide as smoothly as possible into the sheets, but the flush on her skin suffocated and hindered her movements. Just as her head made contact with the mattress, Chunhee’s clouded expression got closer.
“You’re sweating so much.. here, take off your sweater.” As the older woman rose up, and over her laying frame, Eunpyo couldn’t help but remember her sophomore chemistry teacher, and the only fact she retained from that class: Temperatures rise by the coast in winter, and drop inland.
Maybe she could blame the specific heat capacity of water for the head to toe flush she sported now in just sports bra and slacks.
Chunhee’s hands were warm too. But Eunpyo still felt a stark difference in temperature where the other woman’s fingers clung and wrapped around her midriff.
“Do you have a fever?”
The clinical look Chunhee sent her – eyes bright lampposts shining out from the darkness her hair let down – raked across the upper half of Eunpyo’s skin. Hands below already unbuckling the brown belt separating Eunpyo from total exposure. She was dead certain there’d be a wet spot on her rose pink underwear.
“Unnie, wait, I-I’m fine,”
The enduring lameness of Eunpyo’s actions finally bit her where it hurt the most. She was just too slow to stop Chunhee’s mission of caring for her friend’s acute condition.
As the other woman’s deft hands reached underneath Eunpyo, and grabbed at whatever cloth was caught behind, it was impossible for Eunpyo to stifle a moan. Of course Chunhee took that as a cry for help.
“Oh God Eunpyo, hang in there; I’ll go and look for the first aid k-”
The sudden clamp on top Chunhee’s shoulders brought her to a halt. With one leg barely stable on the iron floor.
“Unnie, it’s not, that.”
“What is it?”
Slowly moving her hands from the other woman’s shoulders, to around her neck, Eunpyo brought Chunhee back to her starting place: weighted atop her own body.
“It’s,” Even with the willingness to please the older woman set down upon her, Eunpyo couldn’t say it out loud. So she let movements speak for her.
“It hurts, here.” With the last word spoken, Eunpyo bucked her hips up, and into Chunhee’s left thigh.
With silence, it clicked for Chunhee, as she settled farther into the bunk, holding her weight with her right hand pressed by Eunpyo’s head. The heat between both bodies swelled to inexplicable levels.
Tumbling her legs over Eunpyo’s right one, Chunhee brought her weight along, and laid half upon Eunpyo. Her right hand trailed a freezing trail down from shoulder to belly.
“Eunpyo-ya.”
“Please, unnie, it hurts.”
Ragged breaths accented the creaking of the deck above, yet neither could tell when one inhaled and the other exhaled. Eunpyo was sure Chunhee could feel the squeeze her cunt gave at the proximity of the other woman’s fingers.
Eunpyo’s eyes were already shut closed, but she held them even tighter with the foreign sensation of the other woman’s lips on her jaw.
It was nothing like the gentleness Eunpyo fantasized about. It was messy, and so hot and wet.
She closed her eyes even tighter still.
“You’re so good Eunpyo-ya. You’re so good for unnie.”
Pleas spilled from Eunpyo’s lips reaching blind for the older woman’s free hand, only grabbing her forearm, and guiding it to her throbbing cunt.
“I’m ready for unnie,” she barely breathed out, “I’ve been waiting so long,”
Chunhee took no preface to fucking her. Two fingers stretched out Eunpyo, immediately squelching and barely staying in from her slick. They curved up and dug to hold themselves in place, rubbing at just the right spot to get Eunpyo to go all stiff. Chunhee moved to the other side of the woman’s neck, bringing her silk covered chest with. Eunpyo barely got a hand between to grab a handful of breast.
The older woman was so forceful in her synchronized rutting, Eunpyo was sure they’d throw the ship off-kilter. The heat and friction on her right thigh burned just right.
It felt like hours when Chunhee separated herself from the mess she caused on Eunpyo’s neck to leave the other woman completely. The whine she let out was as pathetic as she looked.
“Hold on,”
At those hoarse words, Eunpyo looked up to find Chunhee removing herself from her sweat soaked clothes, shimmying down her panties as she reached for the bra clasp behind. Eunpyo got up enough to undo it for her.
As Chunhee settled onto Eunpyo’s bare lap. The older woman silently instructed her to lift her arms, as to slide off the last article of clothing between.
She laid down just as silently, doing nothing but watching Chunhee spread her legs apart, and locking herself between. As she crept over, Eunpyo reached for the other woman’s waist, bringing her the last inch in to make contact.
It was instinct that sent both bodies into action, slapping skin coordinating with the boat’s own movements. It took only seconds for Eunpyo to cum, body stiffening to cant to the swelling, dripping feeling of her pussy. Chunhee didn’t stop for a second.
As she grinded herself farther into Eunpyo’s spent body, Chunhee searched for her lips.
Eunpyo was sure someone’s tongue was bit, and someone’s blood made it to the back of her throat, but that didn’t stop the build of want slowly gathering between her sore hips once again.
By the time Chunhee collapsed, Eunpyo hands on her ass where the only things keeping her from slipping off the bunk.
At this point, guilt should have made it’s appearance, at leaving her family behind, at decieving her husband and conspiring against him. At harboring and aiding a criminal's escape.
Yet she felt as if she was waiting for a ghost train that would never come. Nothing but relief and warmth swirled in her chest at having the other woman by her side. Chunhee’s light snores clouded her mind enough to not think of anything else anyway.