The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm light over the room. Jiyeon and Yura remained nestled together on the couch, the tension from earlier having completely dissipated. Jiyeon absentmindedly stroked Yura's hair as they sat in a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. The house was quiet now, the distant sounds of servants moving about having faded into the background, leaving them in a peaceful cocoon of tranquility.
Yura shifted slightly in Jiyeon's arms, her head resting against her chest, and sighed softly. The possessiveness that had surged through her during her estrus had calmed, but a lingering sense of need still simmered beneath the surface. She wanted to keep Jiyeon close, to hold onto her as if nothing in the world could ever separate them.
"Do you think Chef Kang's scared of me now?" Yura asked suddenly, her voice soft but tinged with amusement.
Jiyeon chuckled, shaking her head as she looked down at Yura with a fond smile. "Maybe a little. You did give him the death glare."
"Well, he interrupted our moment," Yura huffed, though there was no real bite to her words. "I can't help it if I get a little... possessive."
Jiyeon raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "A little? You were ready to bite his head off."
Yura's lips curled into a small smirk, and she shrugged, though she didn't try to deny it. "Can you blame me? You're mine, and I don't like other people getting in the way when I want to spend time with you."
"I'm flattered," Jiyeon replied with a playful roll of her eyes. "But I think Chef Kang was just doing his job. He's not trying to steal me away or anything."
Yura sat up slightly, turning so that she could look Jiyeon in the eyes. "I know that," she said, her tone softening. "But during my estrus... everything feels so much more intense. It's like I can't think straight unless you're right here with me."
Jiyeon nodded in understanding, her expression gentle. She knew how difficult estrus could be for Yura, how it heightened all of her emotions and instincts, turning the slightest inconvenience into a potential crisis in her mind. Jiyeon had learned to be patient during these times, to offer comfort and reassurance without pushing too hard.
"I get it," Jiyeon said softly, her hand coming up to cup Yura's cheek. "And I don't mind being here with you. I actually like it when you're a little possessive."
Yura's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
"Yeah," Jiyeon admitted with a small smile. "It's kind of cute, in a way. It shows me how much you care."
Yura blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I just... I don't want to be too much for you. I know I can get a little intense."
Jiyeon leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Yura's forehead. "You're not too much, Yura. I promise. I love you just the way you are."
Yura's heart swelled at Jiyeon's words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She knew Jiyeon meant every word, and it made her feel safe, cherished, in a way that few others had ever made her feel. Jiyeon was her anchor, the one person who could calm the storm inside her.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Yura whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned into Jiyeon's touch.
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Jiyeon shook her head, still smiling, and leaned down to press a kiss to Yura's lips. The omega responded instantly, her arms wrapping around Jiyeon's neck as she pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. For a few moments, the world seemed to fall away again, leaving nothing but the warmth of their bodies and the sweet taste of each other's lips.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little heavier, their foreheads resting together as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Maybe we should just stay in here for the rest of the week," Yura suggested, her voice a little breathless. "No more interruptions, no more distractions. Just you and me."
Jiyeon smiled softly, her hand coming up to stroke Yura's cheek. "That sounds tempting," she admitted. "But you know we can't avoid the world forever."
"Why not?" Yura asked, her tone half-serious. "I think it sounds like a great plan."
Jiyeon chuckled, shaking her head. "As much as I'd love to hide away with you, we do have responsibilities. I've got the restaurant to run, and you've got... well, you've got me to keep an eye on."
Yura pouted, clearly not satisfied with that answer. "But you're more important than the restaurant."
Jiyeon's heart swelled at Yura's words, and she couldn't help but smile. "I appreciate that, Yura. But the restaurant is important too. I promise, though, we'll make plenty of time for just us."
Yura sighed, though she couldn't help but soften at Jiyeon's gentle tone. "Fine. But if anyone interrupts us again, I'm locking them out for good."
Jiyeon laughed, pressing another kiss to Yura's lips. "Deal."
They settled back into each other's arms, the playful banter giving way to a comfortable silence once more. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the light casting long shadows across the floor as the day slowly gave way to night.
For now, everything felt peaceful, and Yura allowed herself to relax, content in the knowledge that Jiyeon was by her side. The lingering possessiveness that had been gnawing at her all day was still there, but it was tempered by the love and trust she had in Jiyeon. She knew that no matter what, Jiyeon would always be hers.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, the soft sounds of the manor's evening routine began to filter through the walls—the distant clatter of dishes being washed in the kitchen, the quiet murmur of voices as the maids went about their tasks.
But inside the cozy warmth of their shared space, it was just the two of them, wrapped up in each other's arms, with no more interruptions to break the spell of their quiet evening together.
And for now, that was all they needed.
The soft murmur of the evening began to settle in around them, and the quiet rhythms of life in the manor became a faint backdrop. Yura's head rested against Jiyeon's shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Jiyeon's arm. The warmth between them, the closeness, felt so perfect that even the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to slow down, as if time itself wanted to savor the moment.