In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 54 - Tablet

Lisa's still not sure which category Jennie's pet proposal falls into.

Evidently, too much time has passed spent in silence because Jennie breaks it with a sudden, 

"You don't have to answer immediately. You obviously should take your time considering whether or not a new dynamic in our relationship is something you would want," she states. "Do your research. I can recommend a variety of useful texts on the subject—"

"Yes," interrupts Lisa.

Jennie nods. "Excellent, I'll have my research tablet shipped here overnight. You can take the rest of week to read—"

"No, I—I don't need that," Lisa announces.

Jennie frowns. "I would organize the materials for you to make the undertaking easier. You can even change the font and color settings to that vile purple script you format your blog in."

"Don't need it," Lisa repeats. Upon further reflection, she hurriedly adds, "I mean, yes, I want to read your fuck textbooks, but I don't need the week."

Jennie doesn't look any less confused. "...You may be a fast reader, Lisa, but these are pretty lengthy texts, and on top of exams—"

Over her, Lisa insists, "I don't need to do the homework because my answer is yes."

Jennie stops speaking mid-word, eyes wide and uncomprehending. The uncharacteristically startled image she makes would be comical if Lisa's heart weren't beating out of her chest.

"To—to being your pet, or whatever," Lisa lamely finishes, voice trailing off into nothing as her face begins to heat. "Fuck, was that weird? Am I being weird? Fuck me, why am I still talking?"

"You'd decide so quickly?" Jennie interrupts, and Lisa gratefully lapses into silence. "Without conducting research of your own?" Her brow furrows. "Without asking a single question? A definition? A point of clarification?"

Lisa hopes she doesn't look like she's pouting as she mumbles, "Well, now you sound like you wanted me to say no."

Jennie's face twists with the specific expression she only dons when Lisa's being spectacularly obtuse. "I wouldn't have broached the subject in the first place if it wasn't something I wanted, Lisa. Don't be ridiculous."

"Then what's the problem?" Lisa wheedles, tugging on the ends of her hair.

Jennie spends a long moment just staring at her. "...I'm concerned you haven't considered all of the implications of my proposition," she eventually says. "I want this to be a decision you make while armed with all the necessary resources to make an informed choice."

Lisa shrugs with one shoulder. "I love you," she replies.

Though Jennie's frown deepens, her eyes warm significantly. "As I love you. Nevertheless, I would prefer for you to investigate this idea on your own time and return once you've made an educated decision."

The conversation apparently concluded, Jennie rises elegantly to her feet and offers Lisa her hand. Simultaneously, Lisa's tie falls loose, wrinkled and crooked and worst of all, no longer prisoner to Jennie's grip.

"Wait," Lisa protests from down on her knees. "What about eating you out?"

Jennie gives her a dry look. "You misbehaved," she replies. "I understand why, but you still misbehaved, Lisa. You're not eating me out today."

"Goddamn it," Lisa mutters, reluctantly allowing herself to be pulled off the ground. "Tonight?" she questions, perking up.

Jennie's expression remains neutral. "Cute. No."