Who would have thought? [Chaennie]

Chapter 12

[Flashback: The night at Grimmauld Place]

Jennie stumbled backwards, falling back to sit on her bed. Roseanne straddled her, her lips not leaving Jennie's neck.

Jennie let out a small moan, letting her hands run down Roseanne's toned back before reaching her backside.

“I swear you have the best ass in Britain,” Jennie moaned, squeezing appreciatively. She felt Roseanne smile into her neck.

“I’m not even from Britain,” Roseanne giggled drunkenly.

“The best ass in Europe, then,” Jennie stated grandly. She spanked Roseanne's ass as she said it, to emphasise her point.

Roseanne smiled again, kissing up the column of Jennie's neck before sucking on her earlobe. Jennie groaned with pleasure, keeping a tight hold on the blonde in her lap. She was in heaven, feeling a wetness grow between her legs. She had never previously noticed an attraction towards women, but right now all she wanted was Roseanne.

Jennie reluctantly took her hands off Roseanne's ass and ran them slowly down her thighs. When she reached the bottom of Roseanne's dress, she began tugging it upwards. Roseanne sat up slightly, allowing Jennie to pull her dress up and over her head.

She immediately missed the pleasure of Roseanne kissing at her neck and earlobe. But the vision in her lap was beyond worth it. Jennie threw Roseanne's dress across the room, as far away as she could. She grinned widely.

Roseanne had an amazing body. Jennie knew that already. But seeing it bare before her was an entirely different experience.

Roseanne smiled cockily.

“I like the way you are looking at me,” Roseanne commented, as Jennie's hands once again glued themselves to her body, roaming freely. Roseanne grinded slightly in her lap.

“Damn, your hips are magic,” Jennie groaned, the friction spiking her arousal even higher.

She could see Roseanne's nipples hardened through the ridiculously transparent bra she was wearing. It had elegant straps and not much fabric to it. Jennie's hands returned to Roseanne's shapely backside, noting that the matching panties did not have much fabric to them either. The thong was barely there and allowed Jennie even more access to the smooth and soft skin.

Roseanne's hands had been alternating between being clasped behind Jennie's neck or tangled in the brunette’s wild hair. Now they ran down Jennie's shoulders, one hand slipping underneath Jennie's tee to rest on Jennie's chest.

It was an innocent touch, yet felt far more intimate than any sexual touch Jennie had ever experienced in the past.

Roseanne dipped her head, her soft and plump lips gently touching Jennie's in the most delicate of kisses. Jennie hooked a hand behind Roseanne's neck, pulling her in harder and deepening the kiss. She pushed her tongue into Roseanne's mouth, savouring the small moan of pleasure that the blonde made.

Roseanne's hands skittered over Jennie, getting clumsy with passion. She began to pull up Jennie's tee.

Jennie halted Roseanne's actions, quickly placing her hands on top of the blonde’s and breaking the kiss.

“I have scars,” Jennie explained, “Everywhere.”

“Does it look like I care?” Roseanne replied with a smile.

“You might,” Jennie replied. She was very drunk, but the doubt was still there.

“Trust me,” Roseanne said, leaning in and kissing at Jennie's neck, “I won’t.”