Count Your Lucky Stars •CHAENNIE•

Chapter 10

Jennie's hand slipped under Roseanne's sweater, thumbs skimming the skin of Roseanne's waist then brushing the very bottom of her rib cage, making her shiver. A muffled moan escaped her parted lips because, God, it had been years since a kiss had made Roseanne feel this way, this hot, this achy, this desperate and out of control like she had to have more. Not a want but a need, up there with breathing.

Palms dragging against Roseanne's skin, Jennie squeezed her hips and pulled her closer until their knees bumped, and Roseanne was forced to clutch at Jennie's shoulders for balance. Jennie tore her mouth from Roseanne's, lips skimming over her chin, her jaw, trailing kisses to the sensitive patch of skin right beneath her ear, making Roseanne shiver and squirm atop the couch, her nails biting into Jennie's sweater.

Roseanne swallowed hard, breath coming in fast, shallow pants. "Should we-should we talk about this?"

"You want to talk?" Jennie nipped the lobe of Roseanne's ear, and she whimpered. "Right now?"

Jennie pressed a kiss to the hinge of Roseanne's jaw, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

"I don't-um." Roseanne's breath shuddered from between her lips. "Maybe?"

This felt like something they should address. Something they should talk about. Make sure they were both on the same page. But it was so hard to think with Jennie touching her, Jennie's mouth on her neck, fingers grazing the skin of her stomach, thumbs flirting with the underwire of her bra before dragging down, down, down, and slipping beneath the waist of her skirt, teasing as they dipped under the lace band of her panties. Close.

"I can talk," Jennie whispered against her skin, nose sliding along Roseanne's jaw. "I can tell you about how last night, I got myself off thinking about spreading your thighs and taking you apart with my tongue. How wet I got remembering how you taste and how when I slipped my fingers inside myself I pretended they were yours." Jennie's right hand slid out from under Roseanne's cardigan and ghosted over Roseanne's wrist, where her pulse stuttered and sped, tangling their fingers together. Jennie's thumb brushed the back of Roseanne's hand, a gentle sweep along the back of her knuckles. Roseanne's breath caught in the back of her throat. "I can tell you about how hard I came, clenching around my fingers, thinking about how I made you soak your sheets."

"Fuck," Roseanne whimpered, pulse throbbing between her legs, heavy and insistent.

Jennie's lips curved, a hot puff of air escaping, damp against Roseanne's neck. "Want me to keep talking?"

This was so far from the talking Roseanne had meant, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. Not when Jennie was whispering hot and dirty in her ear.

"Please," Roseanne murmured.

Jennie hummed, fingers of the hand still beneath Roseanne's cardigan sliding higher, curving around the side of Roseanne's body, over her ribs, brushing the bottom of her breast. Jennie's thumb grazed Roseanne's nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Her teeth nipped at Roseanne's ear at the same time as she pinched her nipple, making Roseanne gasp, her thighs clenching together. "Is this okay?"

She pinched harder and Roseanne whined, squirming. Roseanne lifted a trembling hand from Jennie's shoulder and tangled it in her hair.

"God, yes." She panted. "Please. Don't stop. Keep talking."

"You're so soft, Rosie." Jennie whispered, hand still cupping Roseanne's breast. "And you're wearing too many clothes."

"Yeah?"

Both Jennie's brows rose as she leaned back, fingers drawing teasing circles over Roseanne's lace-covered skin, causing Roseanne to openly shiver. The corners of Jennie's mouth curled in obvious delight. "Yeah." Her tongue darted, wetting her bottom lip, and her dark eyes swept over Roseanne's face, a flash of something that looked like insecurity flickering within them. "Do you want to go to my room?"