Imma Take You Home 30 days without her by my side. 720 hours without her lame jokes that brighten up my day. 43,200 minutes without the woman I love. Now that CL's is back from Paris, the swagtastic couple is reunited. You know what that means: some bumpin' and grindin' tonight...or not.  Lol :)

 

 

 

 

 "Imma take you home tonight." he whispered as his strong arms wrapped around me. The warmth from his broad chest brang chills down my spine. Oh, how she missed his touch. His scent. His smile. She grinned against his firm chest as she deeply inhaled his usual scent. He always smelled of wintermint gum and Armani Exchange's XY. Even with the freezing winter night, his body managed to warm every inch of her.  Chaerin let out a small groan.  "Baby, you know I got dance practice in the morning. I can't stay up tonight."  Now that Chaerin and Zico had been dating for a while, she automatically knows what he really wants tonight. She had missed him too but she had just gotten back from France and that 18 hour flight was torture.  His arms clenched a bit tighter at her response. "Can't you postpone the dance practice? I miss you. It's been an excruciatingly long month without me being able to hold you in my arms."  He hesitated, hoping to have swayed her in staying the night. He missed her horribly. He missed her surprise late night visits to the studio, her bright smile that could melt the cold, cold hearts of anti-fans and most importantly, those luscious thighs. The night before CL left for France, he wasn't able to bid her delicious thighs adieu with his love marks and ever since then he's been dreaming of doing just that the second she landed in Korea. "Fine. I'll come over but you're not getting any tonight."  Zico frowned. He was waiting for post France travel loving ever since 2NE1's plane hit the runway of Incheon International Airport. It had been 30 days, 720 hours without his woman by his side. He needed her skin on his. He needed her fingers in his hair as his s send the two into a blur of sweet bliss.  Zico let go of her and looked into her eyes, with his hands now resting in the back pockets of her dark acid washed jeans. Her arms found their way to the small of his back.  "Chae, baby. It's been a month since you left. I miss you under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs."  She rolled her eyes. She knew this was gonna happen once she got back.   "How about a movie and pizza instead?"  "Fine." He gave up. He figured she needed to rest up as much as possible because she would need as much energy to keep up with him in bed. Before their departure to Zico's apartment in Mapo, Seoul, Chaerin took one long last look at the scenery before them. She admired the bright lights of the city reflected in the stagnant river. She missed Seoul. After a month in France she found herself even missing the smallest things in Seoul, like the loud ajummas advertising from their food stalls and the faint laughter children playing in the water parks.  The couple soon left the crowded streets decorated with soft white snow and bright golden lights strewn across the stores and cafes. With one hand in the other, the pair walked out of the crowded streets and into the back alleys of Hongdae where Zico had parked his jet black Ashton Martin.  . . . . Moans could be heard throughout the apartment. The oh so sweet smell of was in the air. Clothes were strewn across the foyer. They barely managed to make it to Zico's room before they began ripping each other's clothes off.