the eras of us ⎹ Lana Parrilla & Jennifer Morrison

Chapter 29

"Simon just Super-Swiped you."

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Lana turned around, her gaze following Jen's gesture to where her phone lay on the kitchen island. "What?"

Jen smirked as she pointed to the expensive device that had just lit up with a notification.

"Oh, God," the brunette chuckled she realized what Jen was referring to. She turned down the heat on the stovetop, momentarily distracted by the fact that she still had Tinder on her phone, and then walked over to join Jen by the counter. "Well," Lana began, her fingers deftly unlocking her phone as she leaned closer to the blonde, their faces mere inches apart. Her voice was low, carrying a hint of playful defiance that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "Maybe I should Super-Swipe Simon back just to tell him that he is so not my type."

The other woman's eyebrows arched in amusement. "You have a type?"

"Mhm," Lana hummed softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger, the golden tresses slipping through her delicate touch.

Their close proximity made it hard for Jen to breathe and she would be lying if she said this didn't affect her body—because, oh boy, it did. Their noses almost touched as they shared this intimate space, and the blonde couldn't help but close her eyes.

As the brunette leaned in closer, their breaths mingled and tickled each other's lips, creating an electric anticipation between them. Jen's heart fluttered erratically as she felt the warmth of Lana's body so close to hers, a sensation that sent a delightful shiver down her spine. With trembling fingers, she brought her hand up to carefully cup the brunette's cheek, eliciting an immediate wide smile from Lana, whose eyes sparkled with affection and desire.

"You think I can delete that app now?" Lana whispered, nose playfully bumping against the blonde's.

Jen swallowed hard, her pupils hastily roaming over Lana's face, trying to capture every detail of the moment. After a few seconds of silent contemplation, she nodded slightly, a shy smile gracing her lips — her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest at any minute. She couldn't help but wonder how she had managed to be so close to her ex-co-star in the past without feeling this overwhelming rush of arousal. But then again, maybe it was a 'you can't miss what you don't know' kind of thing, because ever since that kiss at the pool, all Jen wanted was to press her lips back against Lana's and never stop kissing her again.

"What are you thinking about right now?" The brunette's soft voice interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention back to the present moment.

"N- Nothing," Jen stammered, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue as she tried to conceal her racing thoughts, but the other woman couldn't hold back a small chuckle at her adorable flustered state.

"You know," Lana whispered, her tone gentle and filled with warmth, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Do what?" the blonde managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

The other woman furrowed her eyebrows before playfully rolling her eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in her dark orbs. "Really, Jen?"

"I-"

"This," Lana interrupted her words, before closing the remaining distance between them and pressing her lips gently against the corner of Jen's mouth. She lingered there for a few tantalizing seconds, her warm breath mingling with the blonde's, before slowly tracing a path to the center of her lips. With each tender kiss, the intensity between them grew, and Jen found herself lost in the sensation of Lana's lips against hers, a feeling she never wanted to end. "Anytime I want," the brunette added hoarsely, her voice filled with longing and passion.