Never Forget
Chapter 25: Never Forget
“What about…the movie?”
Tawan’s question was ignored when Ira latched her mouth onto hers again as they stumbled through the entrance of their home.
She was practically clawing at Tawan’s shirt as she untucked it from her pants and fumbled with her belt then the button and zipper. They were supposed to watch a movie when they got home with maybe some kissing and heavy petting before falling asleep on the couch. This was despite Tawan’s earlier hopes of going all the way, and the only reason she changed course was because she thought Ira was back to not feeling well.
Ira, on the other hand, had a body buzzing with alcohol and an arousal for her wife that always seemed incapable of being satiated. On top of having a little pent up anger about her interaction with Lai at the party, she needed to let all of this out in a way that was both pleasurable and one of her favorite activities with her wife.
That was why she was now trying to lift Tawan’s shirt over head as she pushed them backwards to the living room, stumbling onto the couch and settling between her legs. It was why a frustrated growl escaped her when Tawan gently, but firmly, grabbed her face with both hands so she could look up at her.
“Not that I’m complaining, but you seem a little more rougher than usual,” Tawan chuckled a bit, looking up at her and eyeing her lips.
“Alcohol mixed with you looking the way you always do,” Ira answered, grabbing her wrists to remove them and trying to lean down again.
Everyone always thought Tawan should also be a model but she was very shy and uncomfortable with the idea. She still balked in surprise when people would fawn over her extraordinary beauty, always shying away and blushing when people would comment on her looks. Besides, she would much rather cheer on Ira - who would also smile proudly in agreement with the others about her ethereal beauty.
Tawan laughed and kept her back. “What about your stomach?” She asked concernedly.
“Tawan,” Ira groaned, lifting her dress some so she could move to straddle her waist. “Any other person in your position would be less talkative and more hands on."
“Ira,” she said pointedly, mimicking her a bit, amused as she rested her hands on her thighs. “I’m not just any person and you are my wife whom I happen to care about.”
Ira sighed a little dramatically and Tawan laughed as she gently scratched her fingers on her thighs in wait.
Of course all she wanted to do was submit to Ira, especially when she was the one taking charge and leaving no room for argument. Though Tawan was seen by everyone on the outside as the dominant one in their relationship, there was another side to the bubbly, cheeky, innocent Ira that most did not know about. Ira rivaled Tawan with the way she could take charge and command, and Tawan appreciated this because she needed the balance of being cared for and looked after.
“I saw the way you looked at me when I put this dress on,” Ira said, smirking as she placed her hands on top of hers. She grabbed her hands and dragged them around to hold her butt.
Tawan rolled her eyes away then looked back to her. “Does your stomach feel better?” She pressed again, trying to stay focused.
“Yes,” Ira whispered assuredly, rolling her hips on her before leaning down to hold her face. She tucked some hair behind Tawan's ear and smiled when their eyes locked.
“My favorite eyes,” Tawan whispered to herself and turned her head some.
Ira captured her lips in a sweet kiss, taking a moment to hold it so she could breathe her in. She could feel her body relax and melt against hers, the all too familiar feeling of home and something like destiny pricking every nerve in her body. Her body acted on memory, yearning for her in ways that only she could fulfill for her.
Tawan, now growing a little impatient, opened her mouth and pulled her as close as space would allow by sliding her hands up to hold her around her middle. She slowly roam her hands across the skin of her exposed back and trap her flush on top of her. Every time she wondered if she would ever not be this insanely attracted to her wife, she was immediately met with the answer "no" flashing across her mind.
They could not remember the last time they were alone making out on the couch like two horny teenagers, a creeping and thrilling feeling like they were racing against the arrival of parents.
Tawan’s hands slowly slid back down to hold Ira by her butt and Ira moaned into her mouth when she felt her squeeze. She broke their kiss only for a second to flip her hair behind her and quickly catch her breath before dipping back down to kiss her then catch her bottom lip between her teeth followed by her lips to soothe it. Tawan smiled devilishly and rubbed her hands back up her back again to grab her neck to pull her close and trap her again.
Ira squealed and giggled against her lips when Tawan flipped them over so she could take charge for a moment. She reached down to slide her hands under her shirt as Tawan started kissing and nibbling her neck, eliciting a moan that momentarily distracted her movements. Ira needed to touch her skin as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head as Tawan’s lips circled near one of her spots - her pulse point - and the tip of her tongue flicked the spot.
Tawan shivered and felt goosebumps when Ira’s shaky nails scraped the skin of her hips before reaching around in search to slowly drag down her back then up to lift her shirt some. Her stomach muscles clenched as Ira ghosted her hands up the skin of her sides again then back down to grab the bottom of her shirt. Tawan kissed under her jaw and ran her nose along it before continuing her nibbles on her neck again, trying to focus.
“Off,” Ira commanded as she lifted the shirt again.
Tawan obeyed and pulled back so she could shuck her shirt over her head for her, revealing her lacy black bra, then tossed it over the armrest of the couch to the floor. Ira immediately grabbed her face and pulled her back down to kiss her like it was her last time as Tawan settled between her legs. She gripped Ira's thigh that was propped up with one hand and rested on her other arm to balance herself so she did not have to strain herself from below.
Ira’s eyes fluttered as Tawan kissed the corner of her mouth and moved back to her neck. She grabbed her hair that had fallen in her face and moved it to hold out of both of their way just as she arched into her when she sucked on her pulse point again. Tawan smirked into her neck before pressing open, wet mouth kisses down to her collarbone and then the middle of her chest. Ira tried to look down at her as she kissed a trail to between her breasts, but she moaned and bucked into her when out of nowhere Tawan grabbed her breast and kissed back up to her lips.
“Sit up for me,” Tawan instructed as she sat back on her knees to give her space.
Ira, face flushed, looked confused and a little frustrated at the disruption as she did as she was asked. Tawan smirked, clearly on a mission, as she leaned forward and pressed her lips back to hers and her hand expertly went around to her back to unzip her dress. Ira smiled when she realized what she was doing and reached up to grab her face to hold her there, opening her mouth and forcing her tongue into hers.
Tawan pushed her back down with their lips still battling for dominance then suddenly broke their kiss again to sit back up on her knees. Ira was about to protest but her wife grabbed the bottom of her dress and shimmied it off, leaving her in only her lingerie before tossing it to the floor beside them. She then grabbed her foot to press a kiss to her ankle, looking to her with a seductive smile, then trailed her lips down her calf and pressed a long kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Ira shivered again and bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she tried to not squirm too much while watching her kiss her way to the top of her thigh.
“When’s the last time I got to take my time?” Tawan asked in a low voice between careful kisses. She looked up to her wife and winked before kissing the outside of her thigh.
“Too long,” Ira whispered, shaky and breathless as goosebumps pricked her skin.
Ira watched as Tawan kissed over her thigh as her hands slowly and painfully dragged up to hold her waist. She pulled the underwear of her lingerie down to expose her hip and kissed the bone, earning a shiver for her efforts. Tawan smiled to herself as she pressed a trail of kisses along her side before moving her head to the middle of her stomach for an open-mouth kiss there.
Tawan gripped her hips, her fingers pressing and spreading across her skin as she lifted her up some to her lips to kiss her skin delicately but with purpose. Ira was coming undone and struggling to not tremble under her expert and experienced touch, so she grabbed the hair at back of her head to tug for her to come back up to her.
“Patience,” Tawan smiled confidently, hovering her mouth over hers. “We have all night and maybe all morning if we can make it that long.”
Ira grinned and circled her arms around her neck. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she said and nudged their noses together.
Tawan kissed her chin and then trailed her nose back to her neck to inhale her, pressing an occasional, slow kiss there in thought. Just as her hand starting creeping to Ira’s breast again, Ira suddenly hooked her leg around her waist and flipped them over to pin her hands above her head. The unexpected move and the fire that blazed in her wife’s eyes pinned Tawan to the couch and she looked up at her in anticipation. She looked from her lips to her eyes, her mouth opening and reaching up to her on its own.
Ira released her, but her eyes locked her in her spot. Tawan obeyed and watched as Ira scooted down and leaned her head down to her stomach, looking up at her and not breaking eye contact. Ira inserted the tips of her fingers into the waistband of Tawan’s pants and underwear, running her fingers teasingly along there so the backs of her fingers touched her skin.
Tawan’s hips lifted a little as goosebumps spread across her skin again, and Ira smirked at the reaction she received in reward.
“I love these pants on you,” Ira said, pressing a soft and loud kiss on her hip bone.
Tawan licked her lips in anticipation and tried to not reach down to put her hand in her hair. Ira kissed each flexed abdominal muscle, trying to not smirk at each muscle twitch she elicited, and then pressed an open mouth, hot kiss to her bellybutton. Tawan moaned and arched her back some as she put her hands on top of Ira’s head then moved to clutch her hair at the back of her head.
Ira smiled in triumph as she kissed along her stomach some more and, without looking, reached a hand up to cup her bra clad breast.
“Ira,” Tawan groaned, frustrated. She used her knee to nudge her and grabbed her hand on her breast to tug on it.
Ira trailed determined kisses up her stomach and between her breasts before kissing where she felt her heart beating rapidly. Tawan, hands still tangled in the hair at the back of her head, led her back up to her lips and held her there for a moment. Ira smiled against her mouth then turned her head to deepen their kiss.
As this kiss became less romantic and more sloppy with desperation, Ira suddenly stood from the couch and grabbed her wife’s hand to pull her up with her.
Tawan blinked a few times at the abrupt movement while Ira turned to put her back flush against her front. The skin on skin contact, save for the underwear and dress slacks Tawan was still wearing, made them shudder against each other. Ira grabbed her other hand and brought her hands to rest on her belly both for warmth and to keep her upright as her knees started to buckle at Tawan dipping her head down to kiss and bite along her shoulder in their embrace.
Ira turned her head from her to open her neck up to which Tawan wasted no time in attacking it, earning a pleasured sound. The more Tawan kissed and sucked across the skin of her neck and jaw, the more Ira was finding it hard to keep herself upright even as she rested her hand on Tawan’s thigh for support. She also briefly wondered how many hickeys she was going to have tomorrow morning on her body before simply deciding to just return the favor and marking her own territory on her wife, smirking at the thought.
“Bedroom,” Ira whispered breathlessly, a little hint of impatience.
Tawan grabbed her jaw and turned her head back to hers to place an open mouthed kiss on her lips, and Ira pushed her tongue deep into her mouth. She spun Ira around, not breaking their contact, and hoisted her up by her butt to which she instinctively wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist. They stumbled down the hall to their bedroom, bodies pushing against each other and lips not breaking, and Tawan pushed the door open with her foot before they tumbled onto their bed in a fit of giggles at bumping heads some.
Ira held her face and touched their foreheads for a moment, both of their eyes closed with content smiles as she rubbed her thumb over her cheeks. She then pulled Tawan back to her face again and pressed a long, sweet kiss to her lips. They both knew that the rest of the night would be the opposite of this.
The last coherent thought they both had was that this was better than ice cream and a movie.
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“Do you want some water?” Ira asked, caressing the side of her wife’s face.
It was getting close to 2 AM and they were both laying on their sides to be eye level with each other, naked bodies bundled under their blanket to talk intimately about anything and nothing.
The faint glow of their soft light lamp in the corner of the room that Ira had turned on to go to the bathroom about an hour ago provided a heavenly glow on their faces. Ira had been watching her knuckles and thumb that were gently running along the side of Tawan’s jaw as she talked about her brother calling her while she was away in Paris to catch her up on things back in Hong Kong.
“Yeah. I’ll go grab us some,” Tawan offered and made a move to get up.
Ira grabbed here elbow and forced her back. “I’ll go. I’m closer to the door,” she offered, reaching over to kiss her. She stood and grabbed her silk robe from the ottoman to put on.
Tawan smiled as she watched her leave, laying on her back to put her hands behind her head and stare at the ceiling.
The night could not have ended any more perfectly for her if she had tried, especially despite her worries for Ira and her health. Mr. Tek’s party was not as bad as she thought it would be, but she mostly chalked that up to the fact she did not have to be subjected to his hosting like Lai had been since she was the guest of honor versus him keeping her at his side for business discussions. Ending the night with Ira like this, like they were back to to their early days of dating or the honeymoon phase as newlyweds, was icing on the cake.
Ira opened the refrigerator and smiled as she perused it for a snack to go along with their water. She knew she had exerted a lot of energy out of her wife and a nice sweet treat would be the best thing to have before falling asleep in each other's arms. Ira settled for the leftover chocolate muffin that Tawan had brought from work yesterday then tucked two water bottles between her arm.
She turned the kitchen light off and headed back to their bedroom as she took a bite of the muffin.
“Want some?” Ira asked around her bites, holding the muffin out to her.
Tawan sat up against the headboard and took the treat from her. “Thank you, baby. I’m starving,” she said, eyes brightening as she looked at it before taking a huge bite.
Ira giggled around her last bites. “Do you want something else?” She asked, opening her water for her and handing it to her.
“Maybe some more of you later,” Tawan answered then took a huge drink. She smirked at her and wiggled her eyes.
“I’m being serious,” Ira laughed, playfully swiping at her then removing her robe to get back into bed to sit beside her.
Tawan took advantage of the very brief second she had to stare at her naked body before it disappeared under the covers again. Ira was settling into her spot, turning to fluff her pillow some, then looked to her when she noticed she was oddly silent. Her wife had a glazed over look, the muffin and water half raised but her focus on her chest area.
Ira rolled her eyes and laughed before putting her hand over her face and playfully pushing it back to snap her out of her stare. Tawan shook her head jokingly like she was shaking her marbles loose.
“It’s hard to concentrate when you look like that,” Tawan stated, getting comfortable against the headboard.
“Are you hungry?” Ira asked again, ignoring her and blushing some. She sometimes wondered if she would ever stop blushing at her wife's compliments but then again the feeling was mutual.
“No, this will do for now,” Tawan smiled back to her. She winked reassuringly and pinched a large piece of the muffin to reach over and feed her.
They started talking about plans after picking up the twins tomorrow and what the upcoming work week was to bring.
Tawan was actually calm when talking about her presentation being reviewed by Mr. Tek, so much so that she mostly talked about being able to be on time for their children’s weekly activities. She also was excited about getting a full gym routine for the week having had to cut her strict workout regiment almost in half the last month because of the demands of work. Ira smiled as she watched her light up and a visible heaviness leave her shoulders.
“What about you?” Tawan asked, feeding her the last bite of their muffin.
Ira chewed in thought then suddenly smiled excitedly. “The makeup presentation is on Tuesday then I shoot the skincare commercial on Wednesday,” she remembered.
Tawan smiled sweetly as she watched her. “I don’t know if I’m ready for your face to be all around town again,” she joked and grabbed her chin to make her look at her.
“Jealous, jealous girl,” Ira smirked and leaned towards her, a teasing smile on her lips.
“Only you could make 20 something year old girls lose their minds from recognizing you on an advert in the mall,” she laughed and pecked her lips.
Tawan was mostly joking about security for Ira, but she was dead serious about her wife having the potential to assemble a loyal fanbase. Especially if she ever made her social medias public which she only kept private because she posted their children.
“They were just shocked to see someone whose face was all over the mall,” Ira shrugged her off, rolling her eyes shyly.
“Meena said even if you just used Instagram publicly the way you do privately then you would very likely see a crazy boost in engagement and followers,” Tawan informed, kissing the corner of her mouth.
Ira sat there in thought, trying to focus on what Tawan said as her lips started kissing her jaw.
She tiled her head some in thought as she considered making at least her Instagram public, something she had been thinking about for a while now. To Ira, it was her best work in terms of how and what she was best sharing because she had hundreds of posts from work mixed in with her personal stuff. Mali had been telling her for a while now that this was something she needed to make a serious decision on soon because it could really boost her name.
“Do you think I should?” Ira asked, lips pursed in thought.
Tawan, who had worked her kisses down to her shoulder, looked up at her. She was confused for a moment as to what she was asking before she remembered what she herself had last said.
Ira was only hesitant to share her social medias publicly because she did not want their children’s faces exposed even if her platform was still relatively small. Tawan was an occasional poster on social media only because she had been so busy with work and life. To her, though, if Ira could utilize it in the way that she felt comfortable enough to expose her to more work then she thought she should do it.
“I think you should do whatever you want to do,” Tawan answered, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. “You are responsible and considerate. I trust you, babe. I just think you should consider it because it would expose you to more work. Brands will be able to see your personality more and I’m sure they would love your pictures. They can also envision you better for their pieces.”
Ira deeply contemplated what she said for a moment. “Hmm, okay,” she hummed, trusting her judgement like always.
“But like I said, you do it only if you want to and not because me or anyone else is pressuring you,” she reminded and kissed her cheek.
Ira smiled and turned to capture her lips as she started to move back to her spot. She greatly appreciated that Tawan always reminded her that she had decision-making power, that she was always in control of her own decisions. They would, of course, always discuss things and would ensure that the decisions they made had the support of the other after deep reflection and careful consideration.
It was always so touching how much she trusted and believed in her to do what was best because it was not only something that affected her but also their family. Ira cupped her cheek and pecked her lips a few times before leaning back to look into her eyes and caress her cheek with her thumb.
“I think I’m going to do it,” she told her. “I’ll talk to Meena on Monday.”
“Are you sure?” Tawan asked, grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.
“Yeah,” Ira smiled assuredly, watching her lips on her skin. “I’ll just hide the kids' faces from now on when I post them. Besides, our family is the kind of representation the country and world needs to see.”
Tawan smiled a little shyly at her radiating pride. “I never thought about it like that,” she mumbled a bit as she kissed her hand adoringly.
“Whether or not it gets me more popular, I want the world to know how blessed and happy I am. How in love with my family I am. My reason for doing all of this,” Ira whispered, looking at her lips then her eyes.
“The best wife and mother in the world,” Tawan smiled lovingly, reaching up again to caress her jaw. “Also Asia’s best model.”
“Babe,” Ira chuckled and nudged their noses together.
“I mean it. Just watch,” Tawan insisted, her thumb caressing the corner of her mouth.
“God, I love you so much,” Ira crooned and grabbed her face to kiss her a few times.
“I love you more,” Tawan smiled sweetly and puffed her lips at her.
Ira, still holding her face, giggled then hovered her mouth near hers teasingly, wanting to first look into her eyes to show her how lucky she knew she was to have found her to traverse this crazy life with. She wanted her wife to see how much she loved her and how much she appreciated her for choosing her every single time.
Tawan mirrored back to Ira exactly what she wanted and needed and so much more. She always felt like Ira could have declined her marriage proposal to travel the globe as one of the best models in the world but she instead chose her. Tawan never took that for granted and devoted her life to making sure Ira never did either.
“Thank you for our life,” Tawan said thickly, a somewhat embarrassed, small laugh escaping her. She shyly rolled her eyes away from her at getting so emotional.
Ira held her in place to catch her eyes again. “Hey. We built this together. You and me,” she reminded her.
Tawan swallowed even more thickly and nodded. “I know, I just mean you could have chosen a different path but you chose me,” she said, a little watery.
“My love,” Ira whined playfully, pressing her hands more firmly into her face making them both laughed. “It was never a choice, Tawan. There is no different or other path. It’s only this, right here and right now. You and our children. Always.”
Tawan took a moment to absorb her words, her eyes brimming with more tears at their meaning and the love that swam in her eyes that touched her soul, before smiling and nodding.
Ira leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips before turning her head to deepen it, giving her every ounce of passion and emotion she had. Neither woman would have traded the life they had built - it was the life they would have wished for if circumstances were different and they had never met. They could not imagine anything different, the thought being too painful to think about not ever having met or having their beloved children who are the joys of their lives.
As these thoughts permeated their minds and filled their senses, Tawan promised to hold herself accountable to her commitments to leave Vibe/Me in two years or less while making sure her family received the most of her time and attention.
For Ira, it solidified her goal to make sure Lai did not destroy everything they had worked so hard to build.