Forbidden - chaennie

Chapter 4 [M]

It gets better every time they have sex and Chaeyoung doesn't get it.

Jennie seems to know exactly what it is that Chaeyoung's craving at any moment. And if she doesn't, she's eager to find out and follow Chseyoung's instructions.

They can't wait for Abby and Chaeyoung's father to finally leave for their trip. Being quiet is an actual problem for Jennie. Abby already commented on strange noises coming from Chaeyoung's room.

"Do you sleep okay, dear?" she asks her one time at breakfast, concern clear on her face. Chaeyoung gives her a blank look, trying to quell the unease in her stomach.

Jennie shoots her a glance and she's not smirking. Her eyes are alert and she notes a hint of fear flashing through them.

"The reason I'm asking," Abby clearly isn't patient enough to wait for her to speak. "I passed by your room last night when I went to get water. It sounded like you were having a nightmare. You were groaning and moving in your sleep?"

Chaeyoung feels her face grow hot and Jennie's face is finally lit up by a tiny grin. "I, yes," she stutters, "I do have nightmares, sometimes. It's okay. It's the stress."

Thankfully, Abby isn't invested in her wellbeing past simple curiously so she drops it, only promising to bring some herbal medication for Chaeyoung to sleep better. She doesn't.

When the parents finally depart after exchanging goodbyes and seeing them to the cab, Jennie practically drags Chaeyoung to her father's study and lets her bend her over his desk. She's reveling in her own long moans and Chaeyoung can't help but smile at her cries of pleasure. Jennie clearly missed being loud.

If Chaeyoung's being honest, she's missed Jennie being loud too.

She still quirks her brow at the brunette after they are done, watching as she tugs her thong up those toned legs.

"Did that make you feel better?" They both know she's not talking about sex. She's talking about the place they fucked in. She imagines Jennie longed for sweetness of rebellious revenge and wonders if she got it.

Jennie shrugs. "No." She gives Chaeyoung a lingering kiss then. "But it wasn't supposed to."

She's hard to figure out at times.

They spend a blissfully loud week together. Chaeyoung still grumbles at Jennie's music and the way she insists on trampling up the stairs like a pack of young, easily excited elephants. But now she doesn't mind Jennie's screams since she's the one to cause them. Jennie rewards her, of course.

Her back is tender and raw from Jennie's display of appreciation but it's worth it. Or so she thinks, until Saturday when she hisses as she puts her fencing clothes on and Indra sternly tells her to limit her bedroom activities until after the winter tournament. "I'm happy you managed to find a girl who is willing to put up with you," she tells a gaping Chaeyoung after her Saturday practice and her tone suggests she actually couldn't care less if Chaeyoung died wifeless and childless, surrounded only by seven cats, "but you need to focus. I've been young and in love once too. And let me tell you something," she gestures for Chaeyoung to step closer. "It's not more important than the winter tournament. Nothing is. Stop thinking about your girl and sleep in your own bed for the next month."

Chaeyoung is so astonished she forgets about professional boundaries. "How did you-"

"Your tank top does a very bad job at hiding the scratches," Indra tells her and the way her jaw twitches lets Chaeyoung know she's just as uncomfortable as her. But there is something exhilarating in knowing someone saw the marks Jennie left on her. Saw the result of them having sex.