Bebegigs
Chapter 73's

"That kid means me, right?" urge Yasa gently.

"Are you interested?" ask Orange a little too excited.

Yasa shook his head.

The orange is silent again. The thread of disappointment was clearly drawn on his face.

Yasa smiled faintly and took down Bu Lastmi's cat from her lap, then got up from the chair and approached towards Orange.

Orange bowed with its mouth clenched.

Yasa crouched down in front of the orange, then looked into the girl's eyes. "Nothing, Orange," he persuaded while holding both hands of Orange with both hands. "I'm not even mingling my vision is not a hallucination."

"What vision?" Orange asked in surprise.

Yasa smiled faintly and bowed. "You still want when I try to catch you at my house?" tanyanya while looking up again staring at Orange.

Orange nodded. "You were in shock at the time" he said.

"Yes" Yasa replied grimly. "I actually saw us at that time." he hung up his sentence and fell back down.

"We?" The orange raised next to his brow, demanding clarity.

Yasa smiled wryly, "More or less that scene…"

"Hot?" The orange cuts off the stammering words of Yasa.

"Yes" Yasa replied half-chuckling.

Orange smelled her smile while turning her face a little. "We were once that close" said Jingga with a blushed face.

Yasa swallowed his saliva and stiffened. "I don't stain you, do I?" tanyanya hesitated.

Orange smiled sadly and shook his head. Unsure.

Yasa sighed heavily and exhaled slowly. The shingle of indecision was engraved through his thin smile. "I'm sorry, huh?" whispers lirih.

"It's not your fault, really," said Jingga.

"It's obviously my fault" Yasa said. "I read the verse of the two verses."

"That's because you don't know" said Orange.

Yasa let out a heavy sigh once again, this time exhaling it all at once. Then he looked up at Orange, lowered his knees and straightened his body, standing on his knees until their faces were almost parallel.

The orange freezes between his desires and worries. Following his female instincts, Jingga finally gave up and let the man embrace her face with both hands.

Now Yasa buried his mouth in the mouth of the Orange, clenching the girl's mouth with his. And at once the kiss blurs the line between their past doubts and their longing for tenderness of affection.

The girl's body was full of. Her entire female instincts reacted to Yasa's touch and attractiveness.

Happiness knocks on each nerve endings, making them come to their senses for the first time. Freedom is like singing through his veins. His blood rippled pumping his heartbeat faster.

Gently Yasa's hand touched her nape, so deft and so soothing. The man's tongue was now pressing gently with a firm persuasion that made Orange tilt her head willingly and open her mouth.

The girl's pulse moved quickly as she involuntarily slipped on Yasa and felt the man's heart thump in his chest.

A wave of desire overwhelms the Orange when Yasa manages to plunder her mouth, pushing the girl to a puzzling pleasure.

And as Yasa's hand moved up and his fingers crept onto his back, Orange stroked Yasa's base, unsure whether he was trying to stop or urging the man to keep going.

Orange really wanted this kiss even though she knew she shouldn't have. As he felt Yasa's warm and tender tongue teasing him, his desires rumbled and his heart thumped wildly. The urgent desire that rose up from within him made him completely helpless.

Yasa's body pulsed like it was about to explode as he pulled the Orange towards the bed.

An orange gripped Yasa's shoulder and a groan rang out from her mouth as Yasa lifted her body without warning and sat her on the bed.

Yasa sank his knees in front of the orange, barely shivering wanting to touch it, but the girl's moans were like asserting his need to Yasa, who was just like a woman, and gently Yasa revealed the thin skirt of the orange nightgown while stroking the girl's thighs and hips.

Orange looks very passionate. Yasa's gentle way of touching his body made the orange seem like it wanted to tear the man apart.

Fascinated by the desire of Orange, Yasa let the girl do as she pleased.

Yasa wanted this girl in a way that she never felt in another girl. Enamored by the biggest attraction she's ever felt, swept away by the seducing gaze of a pair of orange brown eyes, stung by the heat enthralling the girl's slender body, the, burned by his own passion.

Yasa had never wanted a girl like this in his entire life. This passion was never felt.

Orange dropped her hand on the soft bed sheet, watching her as Yasa kissed her chest while hugging her body.

Feeling dizzy by the pleasure he felt, Orange flexed her body slightly and pushed Yasa's face deeper into her chest.

The longer the kiss got heated up and quickly surpassed what the two had expected. But neither Orange nor Yasa could force himself to stop.

The orange sucked his fingers into Yasa's curly but soft hair, making the hair tied tight to the back form the bun start to fall apart. But Yasa didn't seem to mind. The man was too busy focusing his attention on the top of his orange chest.

And as Yasa tried to slowly break down the body of the Orange, the rubbing lower part of their body made Yasa tremble. Both knees suddenly felt shaky.

Unable to withstand the turmoil of his increasingly inflamed desires, Yasa buried his mouth again into the mouth of the Orange, this time a little too rough and rushed, he said, stressing his body deeper into the body of the Orange until they unknowingly both know they have stripped each other of their clothes, until there is nothing left.

When the passion of the two was mounting, the door of the room suddenly crackled open. Bu Lastmi's cat meowed loudly and lunged towards them.

Yasa gasped and wide-eyed, his panicked gaze sweeping the room in surprise.

Bu Lastmi's cat growled at the dinner table while curling her back to form a hump, her feathers standing. They glared at them as if trying to rebuke the two.

They are still in the kitchen!

Why do I feel like we're going to the room? yasa thought confused.

Orange sucked her face on Yasa's shoulder with a sigh. Still pounding due to the turmoil of his passion and surprise.

Yasa gave a rough sigh but was still panting. Now I understand, he thought as he gazed into Cakra's eyes.

What he saw in his vision earlier was what happened between them last night.

But it seems neither Orange nor Yasa are aware of what they are doing.

Are they possessed by another entity?

Yasa felt the vision was different from the vision that was usually about their hot scenes. The vision earlier did not feel like a memory where Yasa felt he had experienced it.

The vision that had felt like the reality that was happening, was too urgent and drew Yasa deeply.

Vision that can usually be controlled.

The vision was not!

Suddenly Yasa felt unsure of the honor of Orange was not tarnished.

"We must go home, Orange," whispered Yasa among her gasping breaths. "We need to get out of here!"