Who would have thought? [Chaennie]

Chapter 18

"Jennie,"

Jennie awoke feeling warm and cosy. Too warm and cosy.

She became aware that her face was nestled into a soft expanse of skin. Her face was firmly buried in Roseanne's cleavage. Jennie, still drowsy, kept it there as she tried to place the voice calling her in from slumber.

"Jenniieee," the sweet voice called again.

Jennie murmured sleepily and nuzzled her face in further.

"Jennie, I need you to get your face out of there, mon ami," the voice was sweet like syrup, with a French accent teasing at Jennie's ears.

Roseanne.

Jennie realized she had her face nuzzled in Roseanne's pregnancy enhanced cleavage and wrenched her head up so fast it made her neck click.

She came face to face with bright azure eyes that were thoroughly amused.

"Er, sorry, Roseanne," Jennie mumbled. She was flush up against the woman with her arms tightly around her.

"It is okay, Jennie," Roseanne said gently, her eyes still mirthful, "But I need to get up for work."

"Right," Jennie agreed.

Roseanne smirked and arched an eyebrow.

"So if you could take your hands off my ass so I could get out of bed?" Roseanne suggested.

Jennie yelped and removed her hands from where they were placed, firmly holding Roseanne's rear.

"Er, sorry again," Jennie apologized profusely, sitting up and scooting back so she was sitting against the bedhead. Her hair was tousled from sleep and one of the shoulders of her singlet had fallen down, revealing more of her skin than she usually felt comfortable revealing.

"It is okay, but I have a schedule to meet," Roseanne smiled serenely. She ran her hand through her silky platinum hair, preening it to perfection.

As she stood up, Jennie let her eyes rake Roseanne's body, settling on the baby bump. Roseanne was nearing her third trimester now. They were more than halfway through. Only a few more months until they would meet their baby boy.

Roseanne sashayed around the room, getting herself ready for work. She put on a nice dress and did her makeup, before looking at her large collection of shoes.

"You shouldn't wear heels if you're going to be on your feet all day," Jennie advised. Roseanne groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Jennie, it is one of the few niceties I have left when it comes to my appearance," Roseanne huffed.

"Roseanne," Jennie sighed, "How many times do I have to tell you? You still look incredibly beautiful."

Jennie was all too aware of that fact, the wetness and throbbing between her legs making it hard to concentrate. The delightful manner in which she had awoken was making it hard to focus on being supportive of the blonde. All she really wanted to do was pull Roseanne back into bed and tear her clothes right back off again.

But they were taking things slow.

They hadn't even talked about things since the last Grimmauld Place party.

While they ended up snogging at least once a day these days, Jennie was still very much interested in taking it further. She wanted to date Roseanne. She wanted to call Roseanne her girlfriend. She wanted, Merlin permitting, to at the very least shag Roseanne one more time.

She was falling more and more each day for the blonde.

While she had always been aware of Roseanne's physical appeal (and, Merlin, that awareness had spiked in recent months), the more time she spent with Roseanne, the more it was mingling with an emotional attraction.