Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 6

"Wow." Rosie's eyes widened as they took in the sight of the expansive suite before her, complete with a balcony, a spa-like bathroom, and a master bed that put Jennie and Rosie's apartments to shame. "This...is..."

Jennie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Ugh. Sorry. My mom must not have heard me when I told her to get two beds. She wants grandchildren."

Rosie lifted a sculpted brow, cheeks reddening almost instantly.

Jennie shrugged casually, as if it were a question she answered every day. "The woman's a doctor, but doesn't seem to get basic biology." She made her way over to the welcome basket, completely with pre-sliced pineapple, on display on the main counter.

Rosie chuckled, watching Jennie's reflection off the polished marble of the counter, taking a step towards her. "It's fine. I'll just sleep on the couch."

Jennie rolled her eyes, turning to Rosie with a piece of pineapple in her hand. "Shut up." She mumbled through her full mouth, stuffing the piece into Rosie's with a smirk.

Rosie immediately reddened once more, wondering if wearing blush was even necessary if she was going to be spending all her time with Jennie. She bit down on the fruit, savoring the sweet juices that flooded into her mouth.

"You get off on pineapple?" Jennie raised a brow, leaning back against the counter with an amused look.

Rosie hadn't realized her eyes were closed in pleasure. She opened them, glancing up in surprise. "I...what?"

"You were moaning." Jennie teased, eyes glimmering with wry amusement. "Good to know."

Rosie shook her head, stepping away from Jennie, turning towards the bedroom, yanking her suitcase from the front of the door. "You are incorrigible." She muttered, hoping Jennie wouldn't notice the way she almost stumbled over her words.

Jennie grinned, following her into the bedroom, dragging her own suitcase behind her. "Nice digs, right?"

Rosie nodded, making her way over to her suitcase, kneeling as she unzipped it.

"What are you up to, Park?" Jennie as with a huff as she sat back onto the bed, feeling out the mattress like an excited twelve-year-old.

"What does it look like, Jen?" Rosie replied. "Unpacking."

Jennie grinned, sitting up. "Oh, this is classic Rosie."

Rosie wheeled around, unaware that she was holding a bra. "What is?"

Jennie's eyes widened. "Whoa, you brought lingerie? Ro, is there something you want to tell me?" She teased.

Rosie's eyes widened as she dropped the lacy bra, watching it fall into her suitcase with a soft thud. "Jen!" She sighed, bending over. "It's not...lingerie." She mumbled, setting back to taking out her clothes, which looked like they were organized by color, size, use, and possibly something else Jennie couldn't think of. "I...I didn't know what kind of clothes would be needed, so I simply prepared, for the...event, that might...I don't know!" Rosie huffed.

Jennie chuckled to herself, shaking her head. "Relax, I'm kidding. Is this your idea or foreplay? Rambling?"

Rosie blushed profusely. "Jennie Kim, you can sleep on the couch tonight." She scolded teasingly, watching as Jennie hopped off the bed, turning to her suitcase.

"What are you wearing?" Jennie murmured, gazing at her haphazardly thrown clothing.

"Tonight?" Rosie asked tentatively. "I don't know...a dress?"

"Nothing too formal." Jennie nodded in agreement. "But, hey...with your body, who needs formal, am I right?" She shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Rosie gaping at the bathroom door that had now just shut before her.