Title: Obligations Focus: Siwon/Stephanie, Stephanie/BoA, implied Isak/Stephanie Genre: AU Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 538 Summary: It's not even the questions but her own answers that make everything so much harder than how she'd imagined. A/N: Real names for those who might not know: Ida = Isak (previously of Isak N Jiyeon), Jiyeon = Lina The Grace, Sungmi = Dana The Grace.
It's not even the questions but her own answers that make everything so much harder than how she'd imagined. It's an arranged marriage, alright, but she isn't Korean, not how her father is and definitely not like her husband and she doesn't, just doesn't understand where should she smile and nod and say thank you anymore. There are appearances to be kept, because arranged things are ugly and lifeless and Koreans don't like ugly, lifeless things. Appearances, alright, but to what extent? Is she expected to glow or merely act polite and mature and lady-like, all of which she isn't and never wants to be? Is she expected to arch and gasp and whimper under her husband's touch as he fucks her, even though she knows all he's going to say afterwards will be something like let's hope it works this time?
And he does say it whenever he slips out of her body and bed and life, let's hope it works this time as if her insides weren't more than a wrecked car that needs repairing, let's hope it works this time as he zips his slacks and leaves for someone more worthy of his time and dick. Afterwards, she lies there aching silently, the pain dull and almost completely ignorable but still not something she's used to, not yet. It makes her think of what her mother told her on her eighteenth birthday; you are a woman now, a woman with obligations and it will be hard, but it gets better, you'll see. You'll see.
*
Sungmi giggles, tips her glass back and Stephanie watches her throat work, white and slender in the blue-green lights and sleek shadows of the club.
"What does he make you do?" Ida whispers in her ear and Stephanie lets herself get tangled in strings of familiar English syllables, soothing and out of place in the here and now. "Does he make you suck him? Does he enjoy fucking you? He's very hot, this husband of yours. Isn't he?"
"I suppose," Stephanie replies. She thinks of the mingled scents of musk and after-shave and sweat, a heavy body pressing her down, the piercing pain and hard, methodical thrusts. The cold of her sheets as her skin dries. "I suppose he is," leaning into Ida's soft body, burying her nose in her hair, tender and sweet and not huge and overwhelming and brutal. "I want you."
Ida smiles, strokes a hand down her bare arm and Stephanie shivers, arches into the touch, greedy and feline.
"I know, baby. I know."
*
She is gorgeous and willing, Stephanie can see the want in her eyes from all across the dance floor. She is also painfully out of place and just intriguing enough for Stephanie to abandon Jiyeon and cross the floor to her, take her trembling hands in her own steady ones and place them on her own body.
When she opens her mouth to ask, Stephanie simply places her lips over hers and swallows her surprised whimpers. Questions are the last thing she needs now.
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