Underwater (Lisrene)

1:What's it gonna be, babe?

There's literally no reason for them to have a romantic dinner on Lisa's balcony with the view of the Eiffel tower when they're only fuck buddies, Lisa thought. But Irene is a gir-- scratch that, she's a woman who deserves everything, even the things that didn't make sense. Lisa doesn't understand why she flew from France to korea using her private jet to pick Irene up and take her to paris, too much hassle for someone that you swore you only wanna fuck.

Lisa doesn't care though, she wanted to do it. But really, there are no strings attached.

"You really should stop flying to another country to pick me up Lisa, and without prior notice too. It's not easy to make excuses you know?" Irene said, her hands letting go of the utensils and leaning back on her chair, one hand picking up the glass of red wine, she smiled. No, she smirked. "I told you we can't meet because we have promotions for chill kill, you can't even wait for 2 weeks?" There's teasing in her voice, Lisa noticed, too much teasing.

"I was bored and you keep me entertained, unnie" Irene rolled her eyes at the honorific, because she knows that Lisa only said it because she thinks it's funny, she's Lisa's unnie, Lisa's sunbae, but she's also Lisa's girl? No, that doesn't sound right, she's also the girl that Lisa gives multiple orgasms whenever they're together. That's more like it.

Lisa reached across the table, careful not to knock over the candles. Again, too much for a no strings attached relationship, situationship? Somethingship? Lisa doesn't even know what people her age call whatever this is between her and Irene.

She reached for Irene's glass, turning it slightly and looking intently for which part has Irene's lipstick mark and then took a sip exactly there. Oh boy, Irene didn't see that though, or didn't realize why Lisa did that.

So to Irene, it doesn't make sense. Because Lisa literally has her own glass. So she says exactly that.

"Lisa there's plenty of wine and you have your own glass, gimme that" Irene was supposed to reach over to take it back when she saw Lisa lick her own lips. "My glass doesn't have the taste of your lips hyun, that's why" Irene blushed, it's silly.

Irene is a 32 years old woman, which isn't even that old. But society thinks otherwise, so blushing because of her 26 years old fuck buddy isn't very grown womanly of her, but it's Lisa. She's sure a lot of people would understand why she's acting like a teenager.

Lisa stood up and approached Irene's side of the table, left hand on the table, right hand cuffing Irene's jaw and kissing her on the lips, soft but deep. Her right hand went lower, wrapping it gentle on the base of Irene throat. Irene let out a low moan when Lisa squeezed a little.

Irene's hand held Lisa's wrist, the other settled on top of Lisa's hand on the table. When Lisa started leaning away, Irene wrapped her arms around Lisa's neck and chased her lips until they're both standing. Irene on her tip-toes to reach Lisa even if Lisa's back and neck are already leaning down because of Irene's hold.

Lisa pulled away to catch her breath, Looking at Irene's eyes, gone was the intimidating, untouchable, and cold stares of the older woman. All that's left is the needy and submissive one. That of course , was a huge stroke on Lisa's ego that had her smirking "I thought you said I was the one who can't wait?"

Irene groaned and pulled Lisa's collar for another kiss, Lisa's hand slid down to her thighs and and squeezed. Irene knew what to do, In fact, she didn't even have to do anything. Lisa was strong enough to lift her up without effort.

Irene liked that, Lisa is younger but she's strong and very reliable.

Lisa can handle things, Lisa can handle things for Irene and Lisa can Manhandle Irene.