It's date two and you are not pregnant with his child yet. That's totally fine. But for some reason, you wish you were. Really, you thought by now he would have at least tried to make out with you. Maybe he's just trying to be a gentleman? The suspense is killing you.

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She couldn’t believe she was doing this.  Krystal swallowed around the odd lump in and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans.  With huff she flopped onto her dorm room bed and dialed her sister’s number.

“Soojung-aaaahhh,” her sister groaned on the other end of the phone call, “You better have a good reason for calling on my one day off this month.”

“Jess~!” Krystal whined adorably, having never really used ‘unnie’ as part of her childhood, to use it in private felt too weird, “I need advice.”

Jessica huffed and rolled over more comfortably on her pillows, “Fiiiine. What do you need?”

Krystal swallowed nervously and sank back into her own pillows, “It’s about Isobel…”

“Your girlfriend?” Jessica teased, you could almost hear her grin.

“Yeah,” Krystal nodded shyly, even though her sister couldn’t see her.  Just the thought of their official title, as of yesterday, made her smile and blush happily.

“Oh my gosh! IS IT ACTUALLY OFFICIAL?”

Krystal yanked the cellphone away from her ear as her sister’s voice blasted through its speakers.  It took a minute before the ringing finally stopped and she could answer, “YAH! You’ll make me deaf!”

“Sorry,” Jessica mumbled sheepishly, “So, your official… What’s the prob?”

“Well…” Krystal traced nonsensical patterns on her sheets, suddenly nervous, “It’s just… She hasn’t you know— There’s no— I don’t know if—.”

She started about four different sentences and couldn’t bear to finish them.  Jessica rolled her eyes and clipped the phone between her ear and shoulder, so that she could file her nails as she waited, “Spit it out, Soojungie!”

“We’ve been together awhile and we slept in the same bed last night, but she hasn’t made any moves on me and I don’t know if that means she doesn’t think I’m pretty and now I’m lost!” The verbal onslaught spilled from her lips like an unwanted tidal wave of confessions.

Jessica jumped in shock as the wave crashed into her in one continuous stream, leaving her reeling and latching on to the few words she could piece together.  They painted a picture that her protective instincts did not like one bit, “YAH! She better not try anything if she doesn’t want a kick in the shins or 500!”

Krystal groaned and flopped dejectedly on her pillow.  Face down in the soft cushion, she couldn’t help but wonder if her sister was possibly the worst person to ask for advice on this, but who else could she turn to?  Jessica had been there for her through everything, and this was no different.

“Unnie~,” time to pull out the aegyo, anything to stop HellSica from going after her girlfriend of 14 hours, “She hasn’t done anything. I WANT her to.  Could you just… I don’t know. Give me advice on how to test her? To see if she DOES find me… attractive in that way?”

Jessica stared blankly at nothing and kept silent as that request processed itself into clearer words, “You want to know how you can test if she thinks you’re hot?”

Krystal buried her face further into her pillow to quench the undying flames in her cheeks, when put in that way it was beyond the definition of embarrassing, but she had started it, may as well get it over with.

“…yes.”

Jessica sighed and caved under the adorable way her sister had asked, “Look, you’ve got a program this evening right? Where you’ll be wearing those new heels and dress?”

Krystal hummed in assent, if she refrained from speaking, maybe she could save herself any FURTHER humiliation.

“Just send a picture of your legs and heels, and ask if the heels look good,” Jessica sounded as though the very words she had uttered were squeezed out of her reluctant lips, she was literally giving her baby sister advice on how to get someone to touch her, Isobel was so dead the next time they ran into each other, “She might be the type to think bare legs are y.”

“Okay, I’ll try it… Thank you,” Krystal understood her sister’s feelings on the subject and decided to cut her losses now.

Jessica let loose a tired sigh, “Now that I have officially pictured kicking your girlfriend’s , I’m going to take a nap. Bye, Sooojung-ah.”

“Byee~!” Krystal threw in a little more aegyo just in case it would prevent her sister from ACTUALLY maiming her girlfriend.

That evening, her heart thudded in her chest as she stared at the painstakingly constructed message, it was the perfect balance of cute, playfully and apathy, to show she was flirting, but not trying too hard.  It was a picture of her legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles and ending in her new heels, captioned: New heels for the show. What do you think? :p

Before she could convince herself to revise it for the hundredth time, Krystal pressed send and waited anxiously for a reply.  She thanked her lucky stars that her members were elsewhere and had left her to wait for the program to begin, alone in their dressing room. 

Her phone beeped.  Krystal started and almost dropped her phone.  Isobel had replied instantly.

[They look great. Can’t wait to see the whole outfit on the program ^^]

That was it.  Nothing else.  Not even a hint of flirting back, just the same usual compliments.  Her heart still fluttered at the sweet words, but Krystal groaned in frustration.  She slumped heavily on the couch and stared moodily at the text, maybe her girlfriend just wasn’t seeing her in that way.

Sulli walked in to find her fellow maknae glaring daggers at her phone and grinned, “Your phone is gonna burst into flames.”

Krystal threw at cushion at her giggling bandmate, “Shut up. Look at this! Can you believe it?”

She explained the whole situation to an amused Sulli, who could do no more than chuckle again and offer a possible explanation, “Maybe she did like it, but you can’t see. It’s harder to tell emotion via text than in person.”

The cat eyed idol nodded and put it out of mind for the time being to focus on their latest guest appearance.  It worked until the whole band got back to the dressing room.  Almost by perfect timing, as the door of the dressing room fell shut, her phone beeped with an incoming message.  Krystal frowned at the name of the contact on screen: Tiffany-unnie.

She clicked it and immediately wished she hadn’t.  Hot blood flooded her cheeks and sweat beaded on her temples.  The words before her made her light like a beacon, suddenly the room felt too hot.

[Heard about your ‘problem’ from Jessi! Try wearing nothing, but your gf’s tee shirt to bed. ;)]

In a mild panic, she quickly deleted that message and checked that none of her members had caught even a glimpse of it.  Relief filled her as they were all too far away and too distracted to pay any mind to the instance of panic and embarrassment that had hit her. 

“Soojung, are you staying at the dorms tonight?” Victoria asked.

Krystal started at the abrupt question that shattered the relatively quiet atmosphere that had befallen them after the hustle and bustle of the program. 

Beside Victoria, Sulli snickered unabashedly, “With the day off tomorrow, I bet she’s staying with her future wife~~~!”

“She probably misses her already,” Amber made teasing kissy faces her.

“Our little maknae is growing up so fast,” Luna sobbed and wiped a fake tear from her eye, before the three of them dissolved in a fit of laughter.

“Yah!!” Krystal picked up the nearest cushion and whacked whoever was within reach, they put their hands up in mock defense, but couldn’t stop the giggles that infected even Victoria.  Krystal gave up, she tossed the pillow aside and sulked as the rest of her members fought a futile fight against their mirth.  It wasn’t until they were in stitches, struggling for breath did they finally let up on the teasing.

“Are you staying with us or no, Soojungie?” Victoria asked again between labored breaths.

“Isobel is picking me up from the dorm,” Krystal answered emotionlessly, her face a blank mask to hide any incriminating emotions her friends were sure to exploit.  The four of them shared a knowing grin, that tactic was already a telltale sign of something else to them, but they let it drop and just nodded their understanding.

That evening, Isobel rolled up to the back entrance of the dorms on her motorcycle, it was lit by one yellow lamp that silhouetted her girlfriend waiting on top of the short steps.  Isobel removed her helmet and kicked the stand expertly down.  She stepped forward and gave Krystal a light kiss, which was happily reciprocated, then she took the younger girl’s hand and helped her onto the bike.  As per usual she fitted the helmet on Krystal’s head herself, butterflies fluttered in Krystal’s stomach at the caring gesture that had become commonplace between them.

Krystal sat behind Isobel as she got on the motorbike herself, and wrapped her arms tightly around the young Parker Industries heir.  They sped out of the alley with the roar of the engine echoing against the concrete walls on either side, cold air swept through the jeans and jacket she wore, but her body warmed as she felt Isobel’s body tense and move beneath her fingertips.  Well-toned abs with a layer of softness that made her so huggable, flexed with every turn and lean they made on the motorbike.

In no time at all, the two of them were in Isobel’s apartment quietly getting ready for bed.  It was late and the two of them wanted to be well rested to enjoy their day off together tomorrow.  Krystal stood at the foot of the bed, staring unseeingly at the clean sheets, her mind had wandered off to Tiffany’s suggestion, and she had until Isobel finished her shower to decide.  Could she do it? She swallowed nervously and gripped her pyjamas more tightly in her hand, her knuckles turned white from the strength of her hold.  The water from the bathroom stopped.  She heard the rustle of the sliding door which indicated that Isobel had left the shower and would be out any moment now. 

Before she could give herself any more time to second guess it, Krystal shoved her pyjamas deep in the bottom of her overnight bag.  The door to the bathroom opened and Isobel stepped out with wet hair and pyjamas on.  She dried her hair with a towel, but stopped when she saw Krystal standing in the middle of her room, still dressed in daywear.

“Aren’t you getting changed?” She asked as she padded into the room.

Krystal swallowed past the lump in , “I—I forgot pyjamas. Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah, sure,” Isobel hung the towel around her neck and reached into one of the drawers in her closet.  She tugged out an oversized white t-shirt, then looked back over her shoulder, “Just a shirt?”

The nervous lump remained lodged in , so Krystal just nodded vigorously.  Isobel stared at her a moment longer, her expression curiously neutral, but she shrugged and tossed the shirt over.  Krystal bolted into the bathroom with her ‘prize’ in hand.  She shut the door and fell bonelessly against it.  She took a deep breath, the signature mix of strawberry shampoo and Isobel’s own scent filled the tiled room.  Faster than she had ever moved before, Krystal shed her clothes and threw on the shirt.  Her cheeks flushed as the flimsy material sat atop her skin, its lightness made her feel more than ever.  She ran her hands to tame her hair and took a steadying breath.  On a whim, she flicked the bathroom light off before opening the door.  The bedroom was barely lit by the sliver of moonshine through the curtains, without the bathroom light, the darkness wrapped around her in a comforting shield that her ‘sleepwear’ didn’t afford.

Krystal padded across the carpet, tossed her clothes in the general direction of her bag and slipped under the covers on what had rapidly become her side of the bed.  At any other time, the soft sheets on her bare legs would have felt luxurious.  Right now they just served as a reminder of her lack of clothes.

Isobel pulled her close.  Her back was flush against Isobel’s front.  Krystal was glad her girlfriend couldn’t see her right now, her cheeks positively glowed.  Without realizing it, her breath hitched.  Isobel’s hand trailed down her waist, her fingertips grazing along her side as the hand went lower.  She couldn’t believe it, had it actually worked?  Even in the cover of darkness.  Krystal held the gasp that threatened to burst out.  Isobel’s hand had reached the end of the shirt.  She could feel the fingers curl around the fabric, Isobel’s nose was buried in the back of her neck, her lips grazed the skin between her shoulder blades with every she took.  Then…. Isobel pulled the shirt down.  She tugged the fabric to cover more of her legs before settling back around her waist.

“Night, princess,” Isobel mumbled.  Krystal was frozen.  What just happened? More importantly… what didn’t happen?

“Night, babe,” she whispered back eventually, but Isobel was already fast asleep.  She blew a frustrated huff and pouted at yet another failed attempt.

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‘…8. Walk around in underwear while getting ready in the morning

9. Surprise kiss when she comes out of the shower…’

Krystal blinked at the dating article’s suggestions for ‘testing your lover’.  She smacked her forehead and dragged a frustrated hand down her face with a tired groan.  It felt hopeless, and pathetic.  Here she was, freshly showered, lying on her girlfriend’s bed while said girlfriend was brushing her teeth, and she was looking up embarrassing articles.  If her fans could see her now they would have a field day. 

She closed the tab, placed her phone on the bedside table and called out to Isobel, “You almost done?”

“Nearly! Gimme a second!” came the muffled reply behind the shut door. 

Krystal glanced down at her chosen outfit and figured, ‘what the heck. Why not? May as well try it.’

She pulled off her shirt, folded and hid it back in her bag.  The door bathroom door opened.

“Sorry, prin­– woah!” Isobel stumbled at the sight of her half-dressed girlfriend, “Um… everything okay?”  Her dark eyes took in those perfect abs and smooth skin like a traveler seeing one of the wonders of the world.

With a confidence that belied her nerves, Krystal smirked and strutted over.  She pecked the frozen girl briefly on the lips and whispered, “Everything’s fine.”  Krystal twirled and headed out to the kitchen, still only clad in her jeans and bra as though it was the most natural of things, “Just thirsty.” 

Isobel looked like she had just been given a goddess to worship but then been told to walk away.

Krystal heard Isobel’s footsteps right behind her.  She could hear her join her by the kitchen sink.  This time she knew she had gotten a reaction.  Had seen it in Isobel’s eyes and in her tongue-tied state.  For sure Isobel wouldn’t resist her now.  Then her world went dark.

Just as quickly, light flooded her sight again.  Krystal blinked stupidly, but felt something around her neck.  It was cloth, more specifically the shirt she had removed!

“What’re you doing, babe?” she asked.

“You’ll get cold,” Isobel answered tersely.  She did not cease her movements, just continued to pull the shirt down from behind.  With Krystal safely in the shirt, Isobel held her shoulders and placed a soft kiss on the curve of her neck.  But nothing else.  She pulled away and searched through her fridge as though nothing had happened, “Feel like being childish?  I kinda want ice cream for breakfast.”

Krystal stifled a long-suffering sigh and gripped the kitchen bench in iron vice, pushing her frustration back with nothing but sheer will power.  She squeezed her eyes shut and forcibly relaxed her tense shoulders, she counted to ten first in Korean then in English.  With her annoyance locked away in the far corner of her mind, she turned towards her girlfriend and rolled her eyes.

The older girl was bent at the waist rifling through the bottom freezer.

“The ice cream is here,” Krystal gently smacked those wandering hands out of the way an opened an overlooked drawer.  She pulled out a mango flavoured popsicle and handed a chocolate flavoured one to Isobel.

“Thanks, princess,” Isobel grinned and kissed her cheek before she tore open the tasty dessert.

Krystal smiled back and hopped up onto the kitchen bench.  Tearing her own treat open, she sighed internally and resolved to try again another time.  Maybe she just wasn’t cut out from seduction.  She the mango flavored ice cream absentmindedly, noting that they would need more ice cream. 

A drip of melted ice cream threatened to spill on her fingers.  She quickly it up and dragged her tongue over the cold treat.  Krystal hummed contentedly, at least she got ice cream.  Though Vic-umma would probably scold her if she knew.

Imagining the look on her group leader’s face was too amusing, Krystal bit her lip to stop a grin from foolishly spreading on her face.

“Soojung,” Isobel called gruffly.

Krystal looked up and jerked back.  Isobel was right beside her, far closer than she remembered, “What is it?”  Innocently, she took another of ice cream and hummed happily.

Isobel’s eyes darkened, they danced with a black fire that sent shivers down her spine.  Next thing she knew, Isobel’s crashed roughly with hers.  It was all she could do not to tip backwards over the bench.  Her demanding lips molded with her own.  Chocolate flavored kisses invaded and plundered to their heart’s content. 

In a fierce kiss, Isobel stole her breath away.  Her scent, her warmth and her touch surrounded Krystal.

“You’re killing me,” Isobel gasped, she grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, “Why are you trying to kill me?”

“When did I try to do that?” Krystal asked back breathlessly.

Isobel groaned and nuzzled Krystal’s neck, “You know damn well when.”

She lightly on the juncture between her neck and shoulder.  Krystal moaned and tipped her head away to give Isobel better access.  Isobel growled in and harder, relishing in the feel of the racing pulse beneath her hungry lips.

“Do you how hard it is to be a gentleman when your incredibly hot girlfriend is walking around shirtless? Or sending you pictures of legs that go on for days?” Krystal tried to speak, but Isobel silenced her with another brutal kiss, before continuing, “Do you know how crazy it drives me to see in ONLY my clothes?  How am I supposed to stay a gentleman?!”

This time Krystal pulled her in for a bruising kiss, they fought for dominance, each was a burning flame that refused to bow down.  They pulled away to in a breath of air, and Krystal leaned in, “I didn’t want a gentleman in those moments.”

Isobel searched her eyes for any doubt or insecurity or fear.  All she found was determination, lust and a challenge.  That last bit made her growl.  Krystal smirked as Isobel tossed the mango ice cream haphazardly in the sink.  She beamed when Isobel lifted her up.  She wrapped her legs around Isobel’s waist.

Isobel kicked the bedroom door shut.