Jenlisa Oneshots

are we still fighting (or am i in your bed instead)

The short-haired woman was sitting on the edge of the bed as she cleaned the wound below her ribs.

It wasn't familiar for her that today the pain was almost driving her insane.

She had just escaped an arrest attempt by SSR agents and the fact that her only injury that was worthy a more worry than the others had been caused by a certain brunette agent was not surprising at all.

The woman had been her target before and was in fact the only one in that amount of men who could match her in a fight.

It did upset her just as much as she enjoyed it.

As she leads the needle into the wound over and over again without showing much reaction, the events from before invaded her head.

"Oh, Lisa, This is the best you can do?" She said as she wiped away the blood that had come out of the cut in her lip, as a result of the punch the agent had given.

The woman in front of her smiled subtly and if it hadn't been for Jennie's knowledge of body language, she wouldn't have even noticed given that appeared as quickly as it disappeared.

The agent was going to her one more time, but this time she was faster and grabbed the agent's wrist tightly as turned and pinned her against the table pulling her hair.

Lisa tried to get rid of her, but failed and let out a frustrated sigh that caused a satisfied smile on the trained assassin.

"New hairstyle?" Jennie whispered in the agent's ear.

She could see a shiver in the back of her neck and felt her body tense against hers.

Oh.

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Jennie was now throwing the dirty tissues with blood and walked with more care and difficult than she wanted.

Going toward the mirror in the room, she saw the redness on the side of her face and a solitary drop of dry blood in her inferior lip.

The truth was that even though the dissatisfaction she had by not being able to complete a task she had to, it was Lisa who left her like that.

It made her absolutely mad about it.

"Now is my turn to ask you," Lisa teased in her typical accent. "Is that the best you can do?"

Jennie smirked at hearing that.

"Give me your true hate." Lisa challenged.

The assassin approached the agent, close enough to feel her perfume and her breath against her face.

"I only give my true hate in private places," As soon as she said that, the agent widened her eyes and took a step back. "But if you want it that much.."

Jennie smiled, satisfied with her body response, so easy to read.

The agent was now with a visible blush on her face and avoiding looking into the woman's eyes.

Inappropriate images of a brunette in her bed appeared in her head without asking permission, making her even more embarrassed.

How could she decide what was wrong or right with Jennie messing up her head like that?

Ignoring her thoughts, but being too late, she feels Jennie grabbing her and suddenly feels her face against the floor with the move made by the other brunette.

Letting a groan of pain come out of her mouth and with a cheek still against the floor, she opens her eyes. She didn't even noticed she closed.

She sees a dagger right in front of her on the floor and doesn't hesitate to take it.