MANIA

Part 17

The whole time Y/N work, both girls watch her intently, smile on their faces. They often think of saying something, but the silence that settles over the three of them is comfortable, and they are more than content to listen to Y/N's unfiltered thoughts as she move around the kitchen.

Honestly, this moment in time with her is so peaceful, that they can already picture their future together. They wouldn't mind if every day were like this, a blanket of ease settling over them all as the day moves forwards. She's making them so unbelievably happy right now, and she doesn't even realize it yet.

Rosé cannot help but let her thoughts wander as she shifts her position so that her head is leaning in the palm of her hand as her elbow rests against the counter. Exhaling a dreamy sigh, she watches Y/N with a soft gaze, picturing moments like this with her in either one of her two kitchens.

The two of them would be cooking together, perhaps Y/N helping her to prep their favourite meal. Y/N would come up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and burying her head into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Then, her thoughts shift, darkening along with her gaze as she pictures Y/N being covered in her scent as she does so.

The idea of Y/N smelling like her, and her like Y/N after a night of passion has desire swirling in her chest. Her eyes begin to swirl with that all too familiar redness as she envisions herself begging Y/N for more, leading to Y/N taking her right on this very counter. Her legs would be thrown over her baby's shoulders as she indulges her in what she's sure would be the best meal of Y/N's entire life.

Fuck, what she wouldn't give for Y/N to be between her legs right now—

A harsh elbow to Rosé's ribs jolts her out of her all too vivid thoughts, Lisa shooting a side-eyed glare at her for her much too loud thoughts projecting themselves into her head.

Rosé rolls her eyes, noticing how the other girl's gaze darkens, 'Oh, please, like you wouldn't be thinking the exact same thing if you got a chance to see her working behind your bar.'

In the next second, Lisa's thoughts are overcome by the same exact desires. It's exactly as Rosé suggested, her picturing what it would look like for Y/N to be mixing drinks with her behind the bar. Slowly, the image shifts, and Lisa can see Y/N standing between her legs as she sits on top of the counter, her hands tangled in Y/N's hair as they have a sloppy kiss.

She would wrap herself around Y/N, pulling her in closer to her as Y/N's hands found purchase on her thighs, squeezing the flesh appreciatively and eliciting the sweetest of sounds from her own lips, Y/N will kiss down her neck, biting on the skin there before sinking to her knees, her hands still tangled in Y/N's hair as her lips—

'That's what I thought.' Rosé's smug voice is cutting through Lisa's all too vivid daydreams about Y/N eating her out on top of her bar.

'Oh, fuck off.' Lisa grumbles. 'You started it.'

'Can you blame me?' Rosé has to resist the urge to quirk a brow as she sees Y/N cutting into the fruit so delicately, the juices dripping down her fingers just like how she would drip down her baby's chin as she makes her come over and over again from her tongue alone.

'Not one bit,' Lisa replies, attempting to control her breathing as her gaze darts to Y/N's lips, watching as her tongue swipes out to wet them as she concentrates on cutting the fruit.