Life with a woman like Lisa could never be boring, Jennie has come to the realisation.
It has been made obvious from the very beginning of their relationship. Lisa is unlike anyone Jennie has ever had the pleasure to meet. Her presence easily commands a room, and Jennie finds herself fascinated by her unlike any other.
As Lisa walks by, Jennie's eyes remain trained on her; following every movement, following every look; every breath.
As Lisa speaks, Jennie can feel her own ears straining up like an excited puppy's; her heart beating ten times harder than before with every single syllable Lisa's lips form.
Jennie finds that her days revolve around Lisa now, and whenever they are apart, she finds herself almost... sulking. Because she cannot be with the latter at the moment.
Lisa is like an addictive enigma; special and fiery bright. Jennie wants to know everything about her.
However, it's not just Lisa's uniqueness that pulls Jennie in.
It's the way Lisa pays attention to her, too.
Jennie finds herself almost drunk with the attention that Lisa gives her. Every single look ㅡ even the smallest glance out of the corner of those dark eyes, directed at the cabaret ㅡ makes Jennie flush from head to toe; a pretty rosy pink colouring her pale skin.
Every single compliment Lisa gives ㅡ whether it is awe after her performance, or heated praise of her beauty every single day ㅡ makes Jennie's heart stop thumping for a few seconds, then resume its crazed march. Every single term of endearment directed towards her makes her dizzy. Breathless and hazy.
Every time a bouquet of beautiful, blood red flowers appear in her dressing room, she finds herself smiling from ear to ear, probably looking like a complete fool.
Every single touch ㅡ whether it is a a gentle flick of the chin, or a possessive hand curled around a thick thigh; touch searingly hot to the point it feels like it's leaving a brandishing mark on her delicate skin ㅡ leaves Jennie clenching her thighs and curling closer; mind reeling and pulse racing.
Every single kiss sets her lips on fire; leaves a trail of electricity to rush through her veins like a powerful current. Lisa's kisses leave her breathless, no matter what kind they are. From the smallest and lightest of pecks, to the most deepest and most heated french kisses that make her chest sting from lack of air.
Jennie has never felt this way. She has never had this kind of reaction to anyone; neither has anyone ever treated her like this.
Like she's special; like she's meant to be cherished and adored. Like she's the most precious creature roaming on this Earth. Like she's wanted; every single inch of her, from the very bottom to the very top.
Lisa is a great person, an unlike any other Jennie has ever met; ever even seen.
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It's easy to ignore the quiet hissing of the snakes all around her when she's tugged into a warm lap; it's easy to ignore the way they slither all around when Lisa's long, slender fingers dig into her waist.
It's even easy to ignore the seductive, low hisses Lisa lets out when she's speaking to them; giving them orders or simply checking in with them. It's easy to ignore, when Lisa's lips are only inches away from her neck or her cheek.
Jennie has learned to ignore the fact that snakes are often unpredictable; dangerous and full of venom that could kill her in a matter of minutes if she did something to upset them.
Then again,
Jennie might not have been with Lisa for long, but something tells her that Lisa would never allow the snakes to attack her.
Something about Lisa ㅡ the way she treats her and the way she looks at her ㅡ tells Jennie that she's safe with her. That she's not just a piece of arm candy to the woman.
She's heard the whispers in the club; she's heard the whispers in the city.
The Snake Charmer has found a new toy to play with.
Jennie is not an idiot. She knows they're talking about her. She knows they look at her with shock, envy, anger, and with awe. She knows it's her name floating in their hushed conversations.
They call her that cabaret girl. Another plaything for the snake to ruin and discard like a broken toy.
But they are wrong, and Jennie knows.
She's not stupid. She's not someone who can be manipulated. She's been in this game for a long time; a cabaret dancer will always have to have their wits about them, especially when it comes to powerful men and women.
While she may not have had a lot of experience of things like this herself, she does have friends that have. And she's seen enough to know the signs.
Jennie knows the signs from just toying around to genuine feelings. She's seen enough to know.
And Lisa might be the perfect storm ㅡ a dark cloud of venom and charm and seduction; one that can break you so hard you never recover ㅡ but she's also just a person.
And every single person finds their own weakness one day.
And people like Lisa,
They might have more than just one.
Before, it was the snakes, and the snakes alone.
Now?
Now Jennie knows the slithery serpents are not the only ones who hold a place in Lisa's life; not the only ones who have the honour to call themselves the weakness of a woman as powerful as she is beautiful.
Jennie might be young.
But just because you are young does not mean you are stupid.
And Jennie knows that slowly, but surely, she is becoming a rather important weakness to the woman they call the Snake Charmer.
A rather big weakness. It's obvious. At least to Jennie.
She will not lie ㅡ it feels good to be the weakness of the Snake Charmer. And she wants Lisa to be only weak for her. No one else.
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VENOMOUS
RomanceVENOMOUS ┃ JENLISA "I liked her. I craved her. I wanted more and I took it. I took it like I needed it, like my life had a limit and if I didn't get as much of her as I could, I'd quit breathing the next instant." Jennie Kim in her heart, has place...
