In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 59 - Threat

For a moment, there is silence.

Then Jennie exits into the hallway, shutting the door firmly behind her with stiff shoulders and feet hitting the ground so hard, Lisa's surprised she isn't shattering floorboards. Lisa nearly tumbles out of bed in her hurry to find a big enough t-shirt to cover herself. Luckily, she unearths a Black Swan shirt from her nest that's reasonably clean, though she wonders whether this is more of a shroud on Jennie than a t-shirt since it hangs as low as Lisa's knees.

She has just pulled on underwear and socks when Jennie re-enters the room.

"I apologize," Jennie announces, beelining straight for Lisa. Her hands land on Lisa's shoulders, unrolling one of her rucked-up sleeves. "Are you content to remain here by yourself for a short time?"

"Of course," Lisa assures her, shoulders loosening. "Sorry that they interrupted. You didn't even get to come," she frets.

Though Jennie's face is stormy, her eyes are soft. 

"That doesn't matter. Are you certain you'll be alright?"

She says it like she's willing to reject the summons entirely and stay here with Lisa, as if that's even a remote possibility.

"You—Jennie, you can't just ignore a request from a dragon temple emissary or whoever that is downstairs," Lisa snorts.

Jennie's face doesn't change.

"You can't," Lisa insists, a flicker of worry churning in her gut. "I mean it, Jen. Go deal with the scary dragon envoy. I'll be right here waiting, okay?"

Jennie exhales on a near-soundless sigh. "You won't leave this room?"

"Not a single toe over the line," Lisa confirms, mustering up her most serious expression. "Go. Then come back to me," she adds.

For the first time since the interruption, Jennie's face smoothes out into the Kim equivalent of a smile. 

"Alright. I'll return as soon as possible. Will you start the bath?"

"The bath?" Lisa repeats. "Sure, but why?"

Jennie raises an eyebrow. "We always run you a bath," she states. "It's part of your aftercare, Lisa. Aftercare is an essential aspect of any scene."

With that, Jennie pivots for the door, pulling on an oversized sweater and slipping her feet into shoes as she goes.

"So, you're not gonna come?" Lisa calls after her, huffing when the door closing is all she receives in response.

Lisa frowns at her socked feet, balancing on one foot to itch the back of her calf. She's inordinately put off by the fact that Jennie still won't let her return the favor. When will she get the chance to make Jennie feel good? It's starting to seem like an impossible dream. Perhaps, Lisa just hasn't been approaching this creatively enough. Jennie had given her a list of kinks, hadn't she? Lisa should submit a list of her own kinks for consideration, a list that would begin and end with fucking Jennie with her tongue. If that isn't enough to start a healthy dialogue, she doesn't know what will.