Developments // Jenlisa

Epilogue // Snippets #7

Hi. Just a few random words that were in my drafts. I hope you like it!

The shiver that ran up Lisa's spine sent vibrations through the plump lips currently attached to her neck, not ceasing their motions despite her attempts at wiggling away.

"Stop," she hissed, trying to hold in laughter.

Pressing herself up and swinging a leg over to straddle the blonde's hips, Jennie leaned dangerously close to her wife's ear, allowing her short breaths to provoke goosebumps across the exposed milky white skin.

"Doesn't seem like you want me to," she murmured, reattaching her mouth to the jutted collarbone nearest her.

"No sex, Jennie," Lisa managed between labored breaths. Pulling away and sitting back on her calves, she tilted her head to the side, a look of playful innocence coloring her cheeks.

"You think I'm trying to sleep with you? Give me some credit. I would never intentionally sedu-" Her words were caught in her throat when a crash sounded from the living room.

Jennie couldn't stop laughing as she saw the scene before her eyes: Lila, very happy, with all her cats, Love and Kuma around her, taking their little paws and drawing over them on the walls of the playroom, just as Jisoo had taught the child to do with her own tiny hands earlier.

Jennie watched her for a while before washing her dirty hands, not without sneakily recording the whole scene and uploading a picture of her completely scrawled wall with irregular infant doodles, tagging Jisoo in the post and saying that she should come over soon to paint their wall.

Meandering back into the bedroom, she felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes roamed the expanse of blonde hair splayed across charcoal sheets, freckles dotting every spare inch of her skin, and the soft curl of her mouth at the corners that so perfectly mimicked the curve of her hips. After so many years, Jennie still needed these moments - moments that allowed the gravity of her love to crash into her, overwhelming her heart, as she stared down at the closest thing to perfection she'd ever had the pleasure of being allowed to love.

"How long does jet lag last?" Lisa groaned from where she was flopped face down on their bed, her voice muffled. Tilting her head back, Jennie swallowed a small square pill, washing it down quickly with water.

"Forever," she teased before lifting a t-shirt to her nose, sniffing it once and tossing it into the laundry hamper with a grimace.

"Or, you know, a couple of days." She continued sifting through the suitcases splayed across their bedroom, making piles of "absolutely must be washed," "return to closet," and "decision yet to be determined."

Lila toddled in from the living room, still clutching Lego in her arms. She dropped him, lifting her arms, asking to be picked up, and was unceremoniously plopped onto the mattress, receiving a swift tap on the nose. Jennie dropped a t-shirt onto her head, laughing when she pulled it back and found her daughter's face contorted in disgust much as hers had been moments earlier. "Does this need to be washed, poopoo?" she chuckled.

"No," the little girl replied before crawling across the bed and climbing on top of the seemingly lifeless blonde still sprawled there.

"What did you say?" The little girl repeated the word several times as she poked and prodded at Lisa, trying to cajole her into motion. "Mommy," she whined, flopping face down on the blonde's back.

"Lili, your child would like your attention," Jennie teased, winding around the foot of the bed to begin her own attempts at rousing her wife. She tickled at her sides, intent on continuing until she received a response, which ended up being a firm slap to her bicep once the dancer had rolled over, resettling Lila against her stomach.

"Why is she my child right now? Can't she be your child, and I can be the one taking a nap?" she grumbled, leaning up to kiss her daughter's forehead before readjusting herself to a sitting position, leaning up against the headboard.

"She's your child because she asked for you. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Nonono," Lila replied, before insistently palming at Lisa's cheek. "Mommy," she repeated, mirroring her mother's smile when the blonde's cheeks pulled tight, a wide grin carving into them.

''By the way, your daughter left a gift for you on the walls. Definitely your offspring." Jennie giggled as she left the room while Lisa's eyes widened and Lila squealed with delight.