Yerin As Yoona (R18)

Val rested against my side, one stocking-clad leg still draped over mine, her breathing steady and calm again. The sheer black nylon on her thighs had ridden up a little, the garters slightly askew. I absently traced a fingertip along the edge of one, still half-lost in how much the sight and feel of them affected me.

[You really love them, heheh.]

Yerin was the first to sit up properly, pushing damp hair out of her face with a bright, restless energy that never seemed to fade for long. She glanced toward the closet, then over at her twin.

"Unnie," she said, voice still a little rough from earlier, "can I borrow that deep red gown of yours? The one with the slit up the side."

Yoona raised a brow, a slow smile curving her lips. "The one I wore to the charity gala last month? You're going to stretch it."

"I'll be careful." Yerin's grin turned mischievous. "I just… want to try something. Please?"