Morning Papers: 315 words; Key/Onew/Luna; R
He realized that she was new to love, naïve in every way.
Every schoolboy’s fantasy she was, that’s why he had to wait...
Why is age more than a number when it comes to love?
Prince: Morning Papers
Onew was not a virgin. He and Key had mingled every combination of appendages and openings that their heated teenage brains and insatiable libidos could imagine…plus there was that time that Jonghyun had begged them to play Eiffel Tower. Key and Onew were wildly in love for a few years, but eventually their passion cooled and they mutually, though tearfully, agreed to put aside their adolescent affair and move forward with free hearts.
It was Luna who next spoke to Onew’s heart. She was sweet and guileless, loved to sing the same old-fashioned music, and understood Onew’s sense of humor. She was also 17 years old, younger even than Taemin. Onew treasured her innocence and kept his longing to himself, until the day she looked up at him with so much adoration in her eyes that he found himself caressing her cheek. When she grazed her lips against his palm and breathlessly called out “Jinki,” he saw her for the first time as young woman about to bloom, ready for a lover, rather than as a girl who needed a guardian.
He was so tender at first, so gradual with his attentions that she silently doubted the depth of his feelings. She never again questioned the sincerity of his intentions when a modest diamond ring appeared on her finger the evening of her 19th birthday, accompanied by a confession of enduring love and the gently-swaying press of their bodies in the summer twilight sea breeze.
He worshipped her purity until she was ready to surrender it, until she begged him to posses her. To the familiar gentleness of his hands and lips he added the long-bridled passion of his body. He showered her in profound promises of forever, and at last she blossomed beneath him. His enraptured smile was the sun to her flower, and her sated glow was his bright moon, his Luna.
Every schoolboy’s fantasy she was, that’s why he had to wait...
Why is age more than a number when it comes to love?
Prince: Morning Papers
Onew was not a virgin. He and Key had mingled every combination of appendages and openings that their heated teenage brains and insatiable libidos could imagine…plus there was that time that Jonghyun had begged them to play Eiffel Tower. Key and Onew were wildly in love for a few years, but eventually their passion cooled and they mutually, though tearfully, agreed to put aside their adolescent affair and move forward with free hearts.
It was Luna who next spoke to Onew’s heart. She was sweet and guileless, loved to sing the same old-fashioned music, and understood Onew’s sense of humor. She was also 17 years old, younger even than Taemin. Onew treasured her innocence and kept his longing to himself, until the day she looked up at him with so much adoration in her eyes that he found himself caressing her cheek. When she grazed her lips against his palm and breathlessly called out “Jinki,” he saw her for the first time as young woman about to bloom, ready for a lover, rather than as a girl who needed a guardian.
He was so tender at first, so gradual with his attentions that she silently doubted the depth of his feelings. She never again questioned the sincerity of his intentions when a modest diamond ring appeared on her finger the evening of her 19th birthday, accompanied by a confession of enduring love and the gently-swaying press of their bodies in the summer twilight sea breeze.
He worshipped her purity until she was ready to surrender it, until she begged him to posses her. To the familiar gentleness of his hands and lips he added the long-bridled passion of his body. He showered her in profound promises of forever, and at last she blossomed beneath him. His enraptured smile was the sun to her flower, and her sated glow was his bright moon, his Luna.