Lisa
Her breathing becomes erratic as she struggles feebly against me. "No!" she cries fearfully. "Truce!"
"I didn't get a truce."
"You didn't ask for one."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't do this."
She stills beneath me and seems to think about it. "Because you're merciful?" she asks slowly, uncertain. Her wide eyes never leave mine. Our faces are inches away, our noses nearly touching. It's exactly how I've wanted her...
"Is that what you think?" I ask, my voice dangerously low. It's actually a lot of fun messing with her. She swallows hard and nods. "It's what I hope."
I lean in again, putting my lips so close to her ear that she's sure to feel my breath as I speak. "Well, I think you're sadly mistaken." She shudders and remains silent. Is it possible that I've finally managed to render the audacious Jennie Kim speechless?
"Well, I think you're all talk."
No, I guess not. I attack her sides, earning an ear-piercing shriek, and she struggles and wiggles below me until she's slipped out of my arms and onto the floor with a hard thud. She's not deterred, quickly scrambling from the spot and kneeing the coffee table as she makes a mad dash for the kitchen.
"Lisa! You do not attack women that way! Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
I roll over on the couch, back into a sitting position, and try not to frown as her words send my euphoria into a spinning nose-dive. I try not to think of my mother...any little reminder is nothing but a swell of heartache. It's not something I want to revisit - not here, not now.
I force a smile, masking these thoughts. "Sorry," I say simply.
She looks at me suspiciously from behind the kitchen counter. "What's wrong with you?"
Shit. "Nothing." I grab the remote from where it fell on the floor, hoping to change the subject.
"Care if I turn this off?" They're all motherfucking singing again. Jennie looks from me to the TV, her brown eyes widening.
"No! We're supposed to watch it from the beginning." She begins walking towards me, probably to wrestle the remote away.
"Wouldn't you rather watch Lost?" I propose. "I haven't seen all the episodes of season four."
"So you don't like Grease, then?" she asks suspiciously.
"Not really."
"Then why didn't you say something?"
"Because you wanted to watch it."
She rolls her eyes. "And they say women are hard to understand." She goes to take the remote from me but I pull it away, out of her reach. She narrows her eyes.
"Are we watching Lost?" I ask, stuffing the remote behind my back.
"I could get that thing if I really wanted it, Lisa," she threatens.
"Come and get it, then."
"Are you challenging me?"
"Are you accepting my challenge?"
She stares at me menacingly, and I return her gaze, refusing to relent. Then she straightens with a new resolve and takes me by complete fucking surprise when she drops into my lap, a knee beside each thigh, straddling me. Holy shit! She leans in close, her face an inch from mine, and breathes, "It'd be in your best interest to hand it over now, Lisa."
I think I'd have to disagree, Jennie.
I have a raging erection almost immediately, and she's sitting right on fucking top of it. Take away our clothes and I'd be one quick slip away from being sheathed inside... It's taking all of my self-control to keep my hands behind my back - to keep the remote hidden. But I have to know where she's going with this.
I swallow hard, trying not to implode as she shifts ever so slightly in my lap.
"You really don't know me, then," I reply. "I hardly ever do anything that's in my best interest."She smirks at me. "Then I'd have to say I know you very well."
She puts her hands on my shoulders for support, slowly sliding them down my arms, feeling them, and I know she's making her way to the remote. My grip tightens. She shifts in my lap again, and from her knowing, shit-eating grin, I'd venture that she's completely aware of what she's doing.
As her hands travel further down my arms she's forced to lean in, putting her face dangerously close to my own. Her sweet breath fans across my cheek just as her hand grasps the end of the remote.
She tugs to no avail.
"I don't think so, Kim," I say in a low voice. "You really thought it would be that easy?"
I can't see her face; it's hidden, now close to my shoulder as she leans in and twists her hand to get a better grip.
"I'm willing to work for what I want," she promises.
"Is that right?"
Her nose suddenly skims my neck, trailing my skin until it's behind my ear, touching my hairline. She inhales deeply, her entire chest rising until it presses against mine. Holy shit. Is she seriously doing what I think she's doing?
Her nose trails along my jaw, barely touching, until she's facing me again. She looks at me with smouldering eyes, her lips so close to mine...
Fuck it.
I lean forward, hoping to finally claim those sweet lips, but am met with the smooth skin of her cheek as she suddenly turns her head to the side. Almost instantaneously, the oven-timer rings. With laboured breaths and flushed cheeks, Jennie quickly clambers out of my lap and to the kitchen, mumbling, "I have to get that."
I sigh and toss the remote aside before running two hands through my hair in frustration. Is she purposefully cock blocking me? Why is she doing this? Was she like this with Kai? A fucking tease and then...
"Lisa, will you come open the wine?" she asks, interrupting my thoughts. She's staring at me timidly, her wide, brown eyes apprehensive. With another sigh I stand up and adjust my jeans. I do it right in front of her, shamelessly, so that she'll know what she fucking does to me and what she's leaving me to deal with...alone.
"Sure, Jennie."
