(Completed Jenlisa)
Abducted.
Scared.
Many words were running through Lisa's head when the woman with the dark brown eyes entered the room, tight ropes in hand as she devilishly spoke; "Do you know how when evil creates dark pathways to those that h...
"You may keep me in In between your walls Ban me from traveling And tell me not to sing".
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"And you may have your thoughts A sketch of who I am A notion you've conceived A sight you want to see But you don't know me".
Knowing is a fortune, not many can obtain. But here Lisa was, wide awake, thinking about the night before when the twisted woman's vulnerability made her feel the realm of sympathy. She has never seen Jennie that soft and needy for her love. And, although she had the hearts of many, she couldn't help but dwell upon her. Irene was feminine grace, but Jennie was the tune that Satan played on the piano. Jazz, to her quietness. A forest to her water streams. But, more than anything; Jennie was the fire to her raging heart.
The door quietly opens with the strong scent of perfume that she recognized.
Chanel.
Her heart beats in a race, as she stares at the woman who held all the answers to the questions in her heart. Jennie walks into the room, her body gracefully making her mouth water at the sight. A red lingerie, that mirrored the lust in her eyes. This wasn't the same woman of last night, it was the devil disguised in a human. "Missed me?".
Lisa didn't answer.
She was surprised by the way the other woman placed herself down on the mattress and opened her legs.
Hearts beating fast.
They locked eyes.
"Ever wondered how I touch myself when I think of you?".
Jennie flipped her hair to the side, to expose her neck, as the light beamed at the beauty in front of Lisa.
Wild cat eyes, stare at the person who owns them.
"Ever wondered how I call your name?".
Jennie's hands started circling from her neck and down, as she massaged her clothed breasts, "How my body aches for your touch, every night?".
The light in the room kept flickering at them.
Lisa's silence was agony yet lustful to Jennie.
The Korean's hands moved further down, making Lisa gulp hard; in desire, want, and thirst.
Instead of touching herself, Jennie gets up with a joyful smile on her face and sits on Lisa's lap, like that place was her safe place.
The Thai licked her lips, "Oh, you're so wicked".
Not being able to hold back any longer, Jennie looked into her eyes. The swirls of emotion she saw there made her gasp.
