VENOMOUS

SEVEN | Your Touch Makes Me Feel Fragile

There is a soft knock on the door of Jennie's dressing room.

Jennie knows who it is immediately.

Out of everyone who has come knocking on Jennie's dressing room in the past two months, only one person knocks this softly.

"Come in." She calls, a shy smile dancing across her face as she swipes her soft make-up brush across her cheekbones in gentle movements.

The door opens, and their eyes meet through the reflection of the vanity mirror.

"Darling," Lisa's voice is low, soft around the edges as she graciously slithers her way over to the seated girl.

"Hi." Jennie breathes out in response, placing her make-up brush back in its holder and spinning around in her seat, chin already tilting upwards because she knows what's coming.

They might not be together for a long time, but Jennie already knows.

Lisa's fingers graze over her skin in a feather-light touch, until she's cupping Jennie's chin, tips of her fingers gently pressing into the girl's flushed cheeks.

The way Lisa holds her face ㅡ her jaw ㅡ never fails to make Jennie feel owned.

Their lips meet then ㅡ soft rose petals against soft rose petals ㅡ and Jennie's hand comes up to weakly wrap around Lisa's wrist; fingers digging into her skin, over the expensive bracelets around the Snake Charmer's hand.

"My apologies for not watching your rehearsal. I had some business to attend to," Lisa mumbles against her mouth, carefully tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth. Jennie shivers lightly.

"It's okay," Jennie whispers, leaning further into Lisa when the latter begins leaning back, "I don't take offence." The Snake Charmer begins pulling away, and Jennie digs her fingers into her wrist.

Lisa smirks, shushing Jennie's weak sound of protest with another toe-curling kiss, swiping her tongue over the cabaret's plush bottom lip; her mouth followers the trail her tongue left, and she's kissing over the corner of her mouth, to her cheek, and Jennie sinks into it.

And even as Lisa's kissing Jennie and kissing her and kissing her, she still wishes she were kissing her. Wanting more, more, more, and more. Like she can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.

"Come," Lisa invites, bringing her free hand to wrap around Jennie's hand holding her wrist.

Jennie almost trips over her own feet in her haste to stand up and follow Lisa like a lovesick fool. The Snake Charmer keeps her hand on Jennie's face, leading her while her own back is turned to the room.

Jennie supposes that Lisa knows each room in this club like the back of her own hand, so she does not need to look.

They stop by one of the sofas in the room, Lisa falling to sit down and tugging Jennie down with her, right into her waiting lap. Jennie, of course, goes easily, tucking her knees on either side of Lisa's hips, and circling her arms around the latter's neck; their chests flush and their forehead pressed together.

"Hi." Jennie breathes shyly, nuzzling her nose against Lisa's. The Snake Charmer wraps her arms around Jennie's waist in return, her hands slipping underneath the oversized shirt Jennie has on, and her palms laying themselves flat against the small of her back; fingers flexing against her soft, warm skin.