LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

27.5

Y'all can skip this, nothing relevant to the plot here. But if you read this, do enjoy!

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"Come here." Jennie whispers, holding Y/n's hand.

The day had quickly faded into dusk. It always fascinated Jennie, how the sun sets here in New York. Here, on Y/n's balcony, the sun was still visible, though when Jennie looks down, she can already see the street lights coming alive.

It seems as if day and night aren't mutually exclusive in this place.

Y/n felt weightless, as she pulls her inside, towards the living room. Y/n had took a seat on the sofa, as Jennie made her way towards the stack of recording near the wall.

"You've a nice bum." Y/n mentions, eying Jennie, as she bends over to look for an album that fits their mood.

Jennie snorts, shaking her head as she says, "I know it's hard baby, but please try to keep it in your pants."

Y/n made a noise in disagreement "You've really got a nice bum, like - I'd tattoo my name on that - kind of nice."

"Possessive." Jennie says, as she barks out another laugh.

Soon, Born to Die plays through the speakers, as Jennie makes her way towards Y/n.

"Really? Lana?" Y/n smirks at her, opening her arms to receive Jennie.

She rolls her eyes, smiling nonetheless, as she fits herself in between Y/n's arms.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you to a Lana song." Y/n tells her, kissing her bare thighs.

"Jesus, at least ask me to a dance first." Jennie tells her with a smile, as she pushes Y/n's hair back.

"Fancy a dance, then?" Y/n looks up at her, smirking.

They moved the furniture to the walls, pushing it together. Y/n turns up the music, and Jennie laughs when Y/n went to remove her shirt, saying that it's only fair for her to be in her underwear as well.

Music fills the air, mingling with New York's bustling. Jennie had felt all sorts of giddy, and hot, and turned-on.

Most of all, she had felt so full, so fucking in-love, it was borderline ridiculous.

"You're an absolute marvel." Y/n tells her, drawing Jennie towards her. "How are you so beautiful?"

Jennie laughs, as Y/n twirls her, and she hears the song changing in the back ground.

"You're incredibly biased, Y/n Y/l/n." Jennie tells her, a hand on Y/n's face as the other's hands were on her waist.

"Incredibly lucky, more like."

Jennie shakes her head, bringing their foreheads together. Y/n had to duck her head a bit, but she didn't seem to mind, so Jennie went on to dance with her like this. Close, centimeters in between.

Then she feels Y/n grab her ass, cupping it gently.

"Have you tried it in the back?"

Jennie pulls her head back, throwing Y/n a look.

"Fuck, no."

Y/n contorts her face, then she laughs wildly, head tilted back.

Jennie glares at her, they're still dancing, she feels Y/n's body shake underneath her hands.

"God, such a visceral reaction, my love." Y/n tells her, wiping a few tears on the corner of her eyes.

Jennie rolls her eyes, as she steps away from Y/n's hold, and outside the rectangular carpet that they were dancing on.