𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

22

“I’m not good at treating others,” Stated The Queen Bee. “You better tell me if it’s too much.” softly she voiced

Lisa nods staring at the tufted grey headboard the cool wind skims against her naked back she shivers clutching the bathrobe closer to her chest to keep her modesty. 

Though The Elder didn’t seem to be enthralled in seeing her naked, the noises of sliding doors, cabinets, and footsteps ensured she was hastily moving around to get something to treat her back. 

Soon she felt the propinquity of Jennie settling on the mattress. Fingers gently move her hair to a side with tenderness they caress her skin quivering at the sensation of her gelid touches she groans when the liquid tinge to her shoulder 

“It’s okay,”  The Icy coolness of a palm rests between her shoulder blades peach-tinted flesh.“ Just a little more. ” The smoothness of femininity was a beam for Lisa’s aches. There was nothing she wanted but to see Jennie’s face as she gripped the fabric, hardened nipples of her breasts are almost sacrilegious to think of something else, Bloody Hormones. 

Even when the skin contacts are nothing but taintless only yearning to aid her pain rather than being glad that Jennie let her take a warm bath in her furnished bathroom offers her a bathrobe and now treating her wounds bring greedy She wants more.

“Almost Done, ”Rasped the elder. Somehow it wasn't only her who felt the change of environment in the room, the heat of her skin under the cold fingertips itched to melt her soul giving her hankers of taking care, just the care she desires. 

Closing her eyes a faint smile curled up her lips she could feel how much The Queen Bee of YG was struggling not to be the reason for pain. Still, sometimes it would elect a weep warm breaths tamely blow on her back to give her comfort Or as mourns for being careless. 

She was glad for what her father did now; thereby she is with Jennie even though he told her not to do anything; nevertheless, she still chooses to disobey him. Maybe he is right, ‘A Fool! ’ she is. When she didn’t feel any presence behind her she sighed in relief. 

“Here are some clothes, Put them on.” The voice trailed off along with footsteps until the audible sound of the door shut reached her ears 

She looks behind beside the mattress  clothes placed with lace undies as well, a blush crept across her cheeks warmth simmered in her abdomen hands gently skilled over the loose black cotton shirt perfectly trimmed and ironed without any wrinkle it felt so delicate and forbidden to touch just like it’s owner 

Letting a stemmed breath she stood up allowing the bathrobe to slip down to fall on her toes she lurched the costly velvety material over her shoulders and buttoned it up. The loose shirt length past her bottom to her mid thighs shrouding the lace undies sleeves unfurled over her hands blanketing her palms gently she pushes it up still it fell back down sighing in disbelief she wore the fitted trousers

“Are you done? ”  Leaning her back against the door Jennie’s voice whilst she catches a  whisper ‘Yes, ’ she pushed the door open saunter inside only to discover Lalisa Manoban having a battle with the sleeves desperately pushing them up to roll back a pout on her lips that she found cute. A pleasant chuckle blissed out at others’ annoyance.“Such a baby,” 

Lisa looked up, practically holding back the urge to roll her eyes at the remark for the sixth time she tried. “I’m trying,” she murmured huffing with irritation 

The smile on Jennie’s lips dawdles. “ Maybe if you stop being a baby Miss Whiny and put it more humanly it’d be efficient,” she spoke omitting doe dark eyes that went slightly wide in astonishment as she moved near awfully closer to Lisa