False God

Victory isn't new to Roseanne

She has had her fair share of wins- more than she can even count with her fingers. For the longest time, she was only allowed to win- losing wasn't something she took lightly (or at least not something she was supposed to be.

Now, in the middle of a crowded room, she watches lawyers get awarded for their service. Roseanne is not meant to receive one, obviously but watching a certain someone from a distance get hers just makes Roseanne feel sort of winning.

Jennie looks dapper with a suit on. A change to her usual attire although just as captivating. The tights are tailored to fit her perfectly. The fabric is hugging her figure in a way that makes Roseanne's mouth water. Her shirt is buttoned just halfway, revealing a generous amount of skin. Very unbecoming for a ceremony as prestigious as such but never for Jennie.Victory does wonders to Roseanne. The feeling will always be satisfying. But, they do magic to Jennie. Roseanne figured that it's probably because of the lawyer's competitive personality. Not that Roseanne even bothered.

Jennie gives a polite bow, a satisfied grin plastered on her face as people cheer for her. When their eyes meet, Roseanne can only manage a nod, mind starting to fog up quickly as Jennie stares at her- literally stares at her as though nobody else existed around them.

She gets a teasing nudge from Lisa (Roseanne often worries about how much information Lisa knows about her and Jennie). The woman with bangs gives her a meaningful look and Roseanne blushes. She knows. Roseanne knows.

The after party ends at wee hours and Roseanne goes home with a headache and sore feet from going tables after tables, making sure that she greeted everyone.

She lets out an exhale, hanging her cardigan (a gift from Jennie) at the rack and telling herself to wash it first thing tomorrow (or later). She walks her way to the vanity desk- fumbling with the ribbon that's keeping her hair together. Jennie requested, very nicely , to have it tied.

"Keep them."

Roseanne freezes.

Jennie shuts the door behind her and Roseanne tries hard to not flinch as the lock clicks. The lawyer has a bottle of brandy in one hand and two glasses on the other- both filled with ice. Roseanne is nowhere near sober but she can definitely take more alcohol.

Jennie walks past her, the glass clinking as they hit the wooden desk. She's still wearing her suit. Jennie opens the brandy with a pop and with their gaze meeting in the mirror, drinks straight from the bottle. The liquid escapes from the corner of Jennie's lips- flowing down her chin and to her throat.

Roseanne audibly swallows. She exhales as Jennie places a hand on her waist- nervous. It's quite silly to feel this tension from someone she's been dating for years. It's not like they have never done this before. They have- a lot, in fact, but something is different when Jennie is in this drive. Roseanne knows that it is the rush from the award she'd just received. It makes Jennie powerful- a little on top of the world and she gets... dominating .

 In all ways possible.

Footsteps echo in the space of their room and Jennie stands behind her, hands never once leaving her- fingers doing little circles on her skin left bare by her button down. Roseanne breathes in as the older girl leans forward to kiss the side of her head— an affectionate one and then she kisses her again on the cheek. Roseanne can smell cherry and she can't think if it's her or Jennie but it makes her dizzy.

"Relax, love." Jennie speaks again as her lips land on Roseanne's pulse point. Roseanne can basically do anything now but relax and she badly wants to point that out but she can't seem to speak. She shuts her eyes close as her hands find something to grasp on or she'd float. She holds the desk just before her, grabbing the edge like it's gonna salvage her from the monster wagging its tail inside her.