Roseanne Park isn't exactly thrilled to be spending her winter break alone with her Dad in a ski lodge without internet or cell phone reception. The sight of a certain cat-eyed brunette might change her mind, but is she already taken? Roseanne will...
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Rosé felt like she was in middle school. Well, her insides didn't feel like anything they did when she was in middle school, but the way they were kissing reminded her of when kissing was enough.
They were simple, their lips slowly taking the other's in between theirs and gently massaging it. Their tongues were gliding softly through their lips and slipping past the other. Both of their hands appeared timid, Jennie's not wandering far from Rosé's neck, while Rosé's were mainly around the girl's waist, only rarely venturing up to her sides.
It was timorous, like someone's first kiss, in that neither seemed to know the other's boundaries. After the series talk, Rosé wasn't sure how ready Jennie really was. Jennie, on the other hand, was too shocked by the way the kiss was making her feel to move anything very much. It was a wonder she was getting her lips to kiss back.
Rosé knew, from an outside perspective, they probably looked a little...pure, something Rosé definitely wasn't used to. She'd never admit it, but it sure as hell didn't feel pure. The unadulterated heat rushing through her body was thrilling. It had been at least ten minutes of this kissing, and as amazing as it was, the desire to be closer to Jennie was overtaking her. Her hands slid down the girl's sides until they reached the apex of her hips and thighs. She felt the girl's muscles tense and she quickly loosened her grip, showing the girl she wasn't going to do anything too dramatic, though she was dying too.
Her fingers fell inward on Jennie's thighs a little, and Jennie felt herself shudder a little. Rosé's touch did something to her. Something no one else had ever done. Rosé gave her legs a little tap outward and Jennie complied, spreading her legs slightly. Without removing her lips, Rosé lifted her right leg over Jennie's thigh, followed by the left. Jennie thought her heart had reached it's maximum rate when Rosé was leaning in towards her, but she was proved wrong when Rosé's lips hit hers, and she was being proved wrong again now as Rosé lowered her body onto Jennie's. And she had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time she'd be proved wrong.
Jennie leaned onto her back, chest to chest, as Rosé's center and stomach came down onto her. Rosé deepened the kiss and felt her stomach flutter. The feeling was intoxicating and she began to kiss a little faster. Jennie's insides were reacting so quickly, Rosé's body creating a fire inside of her.
The heat burned through her hands and they jolted onto Rosé's lower back. Rosé, much to her chagrin, let a hum escape her lips. She felt Jennie smile against her lips, pleased to know Rosé she could make Rosé feel similar to how the girl made her feel. Rosé dug her fingers into Jennie's side, immediately eliciting a sharp guffaw from the brunette. Rosé kept her mouth pressed against Jennie's through her laugh.
"Hey," Jennie mumbled, trying to stop the kissing. "What was-" Rosé kissed her harder, making Jennie giggle some more. "That." Kiss. "For." Kiss.
Rosé slowly pulled her lips from Jennie's, the blonde realizing immediately how much she already craved her taste. She planted a kiss on her jaw, followed by another one on her neck. Jennie shivered. Rosé let out a breathy laugh against her skin, thrilled by the fact that, regardless of how Jennie was making her feel, she still had it in her to make the girl squirm.
