In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 20 - Captured

Jennie Kim is a lot of things, but lazy isn't one of them. She doesn't shy away from a challenging research project, not even one as potentially uncomfortable as the many nuances of sexual intercourse.

After enduring her parents' weekly sex education class for two miserable months worth of family dinners, Jennie had gone further, pursuing the touched-upon topics that seemed far more interesting than slotting that into this hole, and found a whole new world opening up before her. For someone who never felt a part of any particular group, it was staggering to discover thousands of people with similar interests to hers.

BDSM. Though specific meanings remain, the acronym has also come to serve as something of an umbrella term for the kink community.

Jennie had delved deep—perhaps too deep—and come out the other side unrecognizable. Just because no one else noticed the shift within her does not mean it didn't occur.

Jennie, who once sneered at the thought of sex and, God forbid, romance, had finally found her calling. She'd studied kink voraciously, almost obsessively, consuming every article and testimonial she could find. She wanted to know everything, even going so far as purchasing a tablet for her pet project (a tablet that remains locked away at home during the school year to prevent Lisa from accidentally stumbling upon it).

Many things were learned in that era of enlightenment. The only reason Jennie hadn't already known the ins and outs of werewolf cycles when she'd found Lisa half-naked was she'd made the mistake of starting alphabetically with gorgons, shifters, sirens, and vampires; wolves were on the agenda for next break.

Jennie wasn't present for Lisa's previous heat, having been pulled away on a dubious recon trip with her family in Montana that weekend, but she does recall the aftermath in vivid detail.
Those were some of her worst days at YG, second only to that awful fight they'd had during their first year as roommates when Lisa briefly left to bunk with Jisoo.

Perhaps Jennie went a little overboard while caring for Lisa this past week, but her caution feels reasonable, considering Lisa went radio-silent last year.

For almost a month after the heat spent with that other bitch, Lisa interacted with Jennie as little as possible. It had been painful. Jennie should have known then that her feelings for Lisa had changed; anyone else avoiding her wouldn't have bothered her at all, let alone enough to keep her up at night.

Of course Jennie wanted to solve whatever problem was causing her roommate distress, but Jisoo had advised her not to push Lisa too hard. She needs support, Jisoo had said, Not another confrontation. Jennie listened.

If she had known then what she knows now, there would have been blood. Yiren should consider herself fortunate that she graduated before Jennie learned what she did to Lisa.

Unfortunately, Jennie hadn't known the full extent of the situation—or even that Lisa had experienced a heat if she's being honest—so Yiren remains alive and well. For now.

Since expressions of emotion are not her forte, Jennie had instead tried to offer gestures of support to Lisa during that period of silence. She'd noted how Lisa liked to comfort herself with hot baths and bought out the stock of her preferred bubble soap to ensure she wouldn't run out. Thirty-two new bottles still live underneath her bed, just waiting for their opportunity to serve. After observing that Lisa found a new taste for honey drizzled over her morning oatmeal, Jennie worked through the night to farm YG bees' efforts. The mass-manufactured crap offered in the dining hall was not an acceptable substitute.

When those attempts still failed to ease Lisa's sadness, Jennie bribed the school chefs into serving cupcakes for a week straight. Then, finally, after so many days spent moping for Lisa and enduring what felt like torture for Jennie, Lisa's smile made a reappearance. It was like stepping out into direct sunlight after a decade spent underground.

Jennie had excused herself to the hallway and spent ten minutes just controlling her breathing, overwhelmed by the intensity of her relief. She knew then there were very few felonies she wouldn't commit to keep Lisa happy.

Over a year later, Jennie's commitment to this initiative hasn't lessened. Whether by focus, skill, or sheer fucking will, she'll make sure Lisa is taken care of.

***

Jennie can tell the moment Lisa drops into subspace.

For someone as conscious as she is of Lisa's every reaction, it's completely obvious. Jennie reads it in the relaxing of her shoulders, how Lisa's pretty lips part when the hitching in her throat settles into little mewls that pull at something deep in Jennie's stomach. For one wild moment, Jennie feels a spark of grief at the fact that she cannot remain entombed here in this moment forever.

She can tell when Lisa drops into subspace and so immediately releases her hold on her neck. Despite her extensive research on the subject, Jennie's never been around a submissive in this headspace before, and she's wary of pushing Lisa's limits.

Still, Lisa whimpers a little protest, waving her ass through the air in some ludicrous attempt to regain her attention, and Jennie can't help but scoff. As if such a thing is even possible. What a ridiculous notion.

Lisa doesn't protest as she's helped up into a sitting position, which Jennie interprets as a good sign. Her limbs remain loose and pliant, arms draping around Jennie's neck like she's done this countless times before. It feels as easy as breathing, with no trace of the uncertainty that had handicapped Lisa's every attempt to initiate contact before she dropped.

Jennie had noticed the anxiety, the involuntary tense like Lisa had constantly expected to be pushed off, and she's deeply moved by Lisa reaching for her now without hesitation.

Lisa curls as close as possible, ducking her head to rub her cheek against Jennie's chest. Jennie threads her fingers through Lisa's hair, feeling completely and utterly at peace. She nearly hisses at the thought of Lisa ever leaving her sight again. Though she isn't the one in subspace, all of Jennie's rationality has fled, it seems, upon being entrusted with Lisa in such a state.

She feels like she could raise armies in Lisa's name, topple entire cities to the ground should anyone threaten the girl in her arms. No one will harm Lisa as long as she's breathing, Jennie thinks, her grip tightening involuntarily as her chest swells with emotion.

She isn't the one in subspace, but Jennie cannot remain unaffected by the gravity of having Lisa like this.

Lisa looks up at her through her lashes as if she can somehow sense Jennie's silent contemplation of becoming a warlord on her behalf, and her tongue slips out to lap at the sweat beading on Jennie's collarbones.

Jennie takes a moment to salute her past self for making the right choice in what shirt she chose to put on that morning; another option might not have left enough skin visible for Lisa to become inspired to lick her.

If Jennie were a painter, she'd spend the rest of her life trying and failing to capture the look in Lisa's eyes at this moment on canvas.

"My Puppy," Jennie whispers, feeling absurdly like she might cry.

Lisa takes a deep breath and purrs.

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A/N: Be welcomed, all ye who enter here, to the smut arc in wednesday's pov