Injustice in the end produces independence.
-Voltaire
LISA
I'm half asleep when I feel a body sliding over mine and lips strumming my cheek. At first, I just lie there, feeling the warmth of the other person, but then my eyes fly open and my hand shoots out, ready to slam into-
My eyes widen as Roseanne catches my wrist with a stronger grip than I thought her capable of, and yanks her head back, her eyes widening in shock as she barely dodges my swing.
"Fuck!" I shout, jerking upright as she straddles me. "I'm so sorry! What the hell? I didn't-"
She starts laughing, confusing the hell out of me.
"I guess that was a stupid way to wake you up when you didn't go to sleep without me," she says, smiling now as she drops my wrist and tosses her arms around my neck.
I'm almost shaking with how close I came to nearly hitting her. Thank fuck she has good reflexes.
"Damn it, Roseanne, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," she says, grinning as she brushes her lips over mine. "At least I don't have to worry about some other woman seducing you when I'm away."
I groan, returning her kiss as my body continues to quake. "You'd never have to worry about that anyway. I told you I don't love easily," I murmur against her lips.
She kisses me harder, her fingers threading through my hair. Just as she starts grinding against me, my door swings open, and a feminine curse is spewed.
"Sorry!" Nancy's voice is like a wet blanket over both our libidos.
"I'll bet," Roseanne grumbles, looking over her shoulder as I sigh and hold her to me. She doesn't even make a move to get off me, which is fine by me.
"What?" I ask Nancy , who has the grace to look embarrassed.
"Really, I'm sorry. I didn't know Roseanne was here."
"So it's okay for you to walk into my girlfriend's room without knocking if I'm not here?" Roseanne asks her with an eerily cold tone.
I frown, looking at Roseanne's face. It's devoid of all emotion, and it's as though she's hiding the anger she's feeling too easily. What the hell?
Nancy draws my attention when she rolls her shoulders back, a smirk coming over her lips.
Ah, hell.
"I guess old habits die hard, considering I used to walk into her room all the time. Sometimes we forget we're not together anymore."
Fucking immature bullshit.
"I never forget," I decide to point out, only to keep Roseanne from thinking otherwise, because she should honestly know I'd never do anything with Nancy.
Roseanne doesn't move, her posture never changes, and for some reason, a twisted grin tugs at one corner of her mouth.
"Do you now?" Roseanne asks quietly. "I suppose I could remind you some time."
Somi clears her throat, glaring at Roseanne as she shoulders by Nancy and walks on into the room. I'm really glad everyone is seeing Roseanne on my lap while I'm in bed with nothing but my bra and a pair of boxers on.
Great professionalism.
"Nancy, you really shouldn't try to piss her off when you don't even have any true interest in Lisa," Somi sighs.
