Eros: The Obsession

Chapter Fifteen

For a moment, Jun just stands there with his mouth agape and his fingers curled around the handle of the door. He's acutely aware of the way he appears – with his shirt unbuttoned, his hair disheveled and his skin glistening with sweat as the stench of s*x pollutes the air around him – and a rush of shame pinks his cheeks. His reactions are slow because of the drugs still in his system but he manages to clear his throat and school his expression into something that less mirrors a dying fish.

"What are you doing here?" he tries to ask it in a cold, uncaring tone but even Jun hears how desperate his words sound.

Tara doesn't answer him. Instead, she pushes past with a fierce glare, stalking into his apartment with intent. She veers straight for the lounge – near the wall she share with him – and stops dead in her tracks when she comes face to face with Anna.

The dancer, for all her charm and grace, looks a little irked at being interrupted. She's still in her underwear, lazily lounging against the couch with her fingers rhythmically drumming against the backrest. The look in her eyes is sharp with a challenge.

"Did we disturb you?" Anna asks in a coy, teasing tone and Jun notices the way Tara's fingers curl into fists by her sides.

The reporter doesn't answer her question, instead choosing to snarl in a vicious tone. "Get out."

Jun's brows raise in shock at her words, surprised by the fire in them. Anna also looks a little taken aback, her brows scrunching in confusion as she replies, "Come again?"

"Get out," Tara barks in an unkind tone, stalking forward a few steps. A trickle of blood follows her, drops of red dripping from her palms.

"Who do you think you are?" Anna exclaims with an angry grimace, pushing herself off of the couch to give herself more of an advantage. Like this, she's taller than Tara, towering over the smaller woman by a few centimeters. Even so, Tara still seems to have the upper hand, anger radiating off of her in waves of red, making her seem more intimidating than she really is.

"Get out," Tara snarls and Jun sees the way her fingers twitch, jerking towards Anna for a moment before they move back to rest by her sides. Her arms go ramrod straight as she presses them into her body.

Anna rolls her eyes and looks to Jun, frown twisting her features. "Is this some crazy jealous ex-girlfriend or something?"

Jun doesn't respond immediately, his eyes narrowed in on the way Tara's fists start to tremble violently. Cautiously, his gaze flits up to Anna and he replies, "Leave."

"Excuse me?" She shrieks indignantly, pushing her way past Tara as she rushes to Jun. "What the hell is going on here?"

Jun scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "You're a casual f**k, not my girlfriend. I don't owe you an explanation."

Anna gasps in anger before her hand wrenches back and comes crashing against Jun's face. His head snaps to the side, the joints in his neck cracking with the effort as his cheek blooms red, the area where she'd hit him beginning to sting.

And then – before Jun even registers that it's happening – Anna is being towed out his apartment by her hair.

Tara drags her along the hallway, fingers curled into the older woman's light blonde locks, dirtying it with red. She moves with an almost supernatural strength, easily pulling the other woman behind her. When she reaches the door, she wrenches it open and flings Anna out into the outside hallway. The blonde shrieks in protest, trembling in only her underwear.

Anna tries to slip past Tara to return to the warmth of Jun's apartment but she's thwarted by a bloody hand curling around her neck. Tara holds her in place, fingers tightening around her throat as she says in a deep, terrifying tone, "Touch him again and I'll make sure it's the last thing you do."

Jun stands there for a moment, stunned and a little turned on at the display. He has no idea what is happening, what is going on with Tara, but he decides that he doesn't want to chance making her threat a reality. So he storms over to the couch to gather Anna's things and rushes to the pair of woman now heatedly glaring at each other. He chucks her belongings out into the hallway as he says, "Leave. Now. Before I call security."

He then promptly shuts the door in her face.

Jun takes a deep, steadying breath before turning to face Tara again. She has her head bowed, breathing deeply as she stares at the floor. Her entire frame trembles so violently that Jun moves on instinct. His hands reach out, carefully so as to not frighten her, to cup her face, lifting her head up so that she meets his eyes. The pretty chocolate of her eyes glistens, swimming with confusion and fright.

"It's okay," Jun tells her, lifting a hand to brush over the side of her head. She leans into the touch and Jun's heart flutters restlessly. He ignores his feelings for a moment, eyes falling to the bloodied red of her hands. "You're hurt," he says, "Let me take care of that."

She nods mutely, eyes round and so trusting that it takes everything in Jun not to lean down and kiss her right then. He does afford himself the opportunity to run his thumb over the swell of her bottom lip, and imagines the way he would swoop down to press his lips against hers. It's silent between them for a moment, Tara seeming to hold her breath as she waits for Jun to move.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, letting his hand fall as he makes his way towards the bathroom where he keeps the first aid kit.

Tara's shoulders fall in defeat and Jun tries not to read too much into the reaction but he can't help the way his stomach swoops with nerves, mind running endlessly as he tries to make sense of exactly what is happening between them.

He makes her sit on the side of the tub as he gets everything ready. Once he's prepared, he begins to clean her wounds, sneakily linking his fingers with hers whenever he gets the chance. The tips of her nails have cut into the flesh of her palm so deeply that the welts still bleed profusely and Jun silently ponders the extent of her rage to make her react with such a violent strength. He tries not to feel smug at the idea that her anger had been because of him, because she'd been so affected by the idea of him with another woman, but his lips still curl into a small, pleased grin.

"So what was this all about?" Jun asks, trying to keep his tone casual and failing miserably.

Tara takes a deep trembling breath, voice unsteady as she replies, "I kept hearing you both," she sighs, her eyes scrunching shut as she relives the memory, "No matter what I did, how loud I put the TV. I could even hear you on the other side of the apartment and I just-" she cuts herself off, choking around the words.

"So you came here and tossed my guest out into the hallway," Jun quips with a raised brow.

Tara huffs petulantly but when she looks up, her eyes are wide and swimming with guilt. "Are you angry?"

Jun is silent for a moment, expression unreadable as he lets her stew in her anxiety. He considers lying to punish her for the weeks of anguish and confusion he'd felt, but Jun caves the moment tears begin to well in her eyes. "No," he tells her in a quiet tone. "I'm a little confused, but I'm not angry."

"Why're you confused?"

Jun snorts at the genuine confusion in her tone. "You've been avoiding me for weeks," he tells her in a dry quip, "And then you barge into my apartment and scare off the woman I was with because you were jealous," his eyes glint with amusement that the last bit, "So yeah, I'm a little confused."

"I didn't say I was jealous," Tara frowns defensively, looking a little more like her normal self.

Jun raises a brow. "So you just came here on a rampage because, what? We were too noisy?"

Tara flushes, glancing back down at her hands when she say, "Yeah, okay, maybe I was a little jealous."

The confirmation makes Jun's heart flip and his stomach curls in joy at her words. He grins, taking her now bandaged palms in his as he lifts it to his lips to drop a chaste kiss onto her knuckles. "You have nothing to be jealous about," he tells her. "I told you before, I'm in love with you."

Tara doesn't respond save for the quiet gasp she lets out. Jun can feel the heat radiate off of her, can see the way her pupils dilate with excitement. She stares at him for a moment before she asks in a quiet, meek little voice, "Why?"

Jun's brows furrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Why are you in love with me when I'm such a horrible person?" She asks, tears rimming her eyes as they cling to her eyelashes.

Jun sighs, kneeling in front of her without breaking eye contact. "Do you think you're a horrible person because you want me?"

She chews on her bottom lip, forehead wrinkled as shame fills her eyes. She doesn't say anything but she doesn't have to.

"So you think only bad people could want me?" he asks, knowing that's not what she means but also wanting to see how she would react. "Is that it?"

"Of course not!" Tara gasps, reaching out to take his face in her hands. Her thumbs brush against the apples of his cheeks affectionately as she says, "You're sweet and thoughtful, and you always put me first. But me," she chuckles bitterly, "I'm engaged to someone else, yet I led you on. I gave you hope and then when I couldn't deal with my own guilt, I ignored you. I've done nothing but hurt you," she breathes, "Why would you love me?"

Jun shrugs. "I just do. And maybe I'm an equally horrible person for saying this," he continues, "But I like that you want me, even if you have a fiancé."

She's quiet for a moment before she says, in a voice quieter than a whisper, "I'm not even sure he's still my fiancé..."

Jun tries not to react, keeping his voice carefully devoid of emotion as he asks, "What do you mean?"

"Every time I'm with him," Tara scoffs bitterly, "I can only think of you. It's gotten so bad that he can't even touch me without you coming into my head. He started to notice and...well, he hasn't spoken to me in a few days now."

Jun remains deathly still as he takes in what she just said. He stops breathing, the beating of his heart so deafening that it's all he can hear. And then he surges forward, hands going to cup her face as his lips crash against hers.

He kisses her with a clash of teeth and tongue, desperate and intense. Her lips are soft against his, unresponsive at first. And then he swipes his tongue against her lip and she mewls into his mouth, opening hers to let him inside. Her arms sneak up to his chest, fisting his shirt as she pulls him closer. Jun goes willingly, first leaning over her as he cradles her head with one hand, keeping her pressed against him.

They kiss like that for a few minute before Tara's hands grow insistent, searching as they wander up his chest and wind around his neck. Overcome with this feeling to take, Jun pulls her up, spinning her around as he pushes her up against the wall. She gasps, lips breaking free of his for a second and Jun allows himself to take in the state of her – eyes black with lust, hooded with her lips kiss swollen and her hair in a disarray. He presses forward again, his chest flush with hers as he feels the heavy fall of her body as she gasps for air.

Jun holds her up against the cool tiles of the bathroom, his lips dragging along the column of her throat, her collarbones, relishing in the breathy little moans that she emits, in the perfect way she fits against him. His hands slide down her body, taking note of all her sensitive spots as his hands trail lower, hot palms cupping her in between her legs.

She whines in pleasure as his palms begin to move, grinding against him reverently as she begs for more. And Jun isn't one to deny her anything, so he slips his hands into her underwear, smirking at how soaked she is around him. The tips of his fingers run gentle circles around her s*x before two fingers slide into her heat.

Tara lets out a broken moan, her lips latching onto his neck as he begins to move them within her. He sucks bruises into her skin, whispering sweet nothings into her ears as she falls apart around his fingers. "Are you gonna come for me, baby?" he asks, the pet name slipping out with ease.

Tara nods frantically, murmuring breathy little, 'pleases' every time his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Jun grins, fingers picking up speed, his wrist beginning to cramp at the angle. But he doesn't stop, marveling at the way she throws her head back, writhing against him as she reaches her climax.

She breathes heavily, leaning her full weight on him as she comes down from her high. Jun slides his fingers out of her, dropping sweet kisses to the side of her head as she calms down. He's hard, achingly so, but he doesn't move just yet, anticipating what Tara will do next.

When she pushes away from him and stumbles back, Jun stops short, completely caught off gaurd.

"I'm so sorry," she gasps and it's only then that Jun realizes there are tears streaming down her face. "I can't, I'm so sorry."

She turns and runs out the bathroom.

Jun hears the muffled slam of his apartment door and knows that she's left.

He stands there in a stunned silence before he breathes out a soft chuckle, lifting the hand stained with her essence to his mouth. He runs his tongue along his fingers before sliding the digits into his mouth as he relishes the taste of her.

With a cruel smirk, Jun leans against the wall, throwing his head back as the other hand slides over his member.

As he gets himself off, a plan begins to form in his mind, hope spurring him on.