Till all the stars go blue [Chaennie]

Chapter 17

Rosie crossed the short distance to the bed and placed Jennie on the pillows. Jennie curled onto her side. Rosie's first instinct was to cover her over and leave, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Once she finally admitted that to herself, she relaxed and slipped off her shoes.

Walking to the bed, she pulled off Jennie's shoes and placed them next to a suitcase. She reached behind Jennie and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She worked it up over her hips and lifted Jennie enough to pull it off over her head. No bra, of course. Jennie giggled in her sleep.

Rosie straightened out the dress and walked into the bathroom to hang it up. While she was there, she washed her face and used her finger to brush teeth. She ran Jennie's brush through her hair and pulled it up into a loose pony tail. When she walked back into the other room, Jennie was now sprawled out on her back, taking up more than half the bed.

"Perfect," Rosie muttered under her breath and turned on the lamp next to the bed.

Rosie rummaged through Jennie's luggage and found a couple of cotton t-shirts. She pulled off her shirt and bra and slipped on the t-shirt. It was too short and a bit tight, but adequate. She slipped off her pants, folded them neatly and placed them on the dresser.

She walked back to the bed and pulled the t-shirt over Jennie's head and then threaded her arms through it. Jennie curled back into a ball, dead center in the middle now.

Rosie padded over and turned off the overhead light, then fumbled in the dark to turn on the nightlight in the bathroom before crossing back to the bed. She turned down the covers on one side and rolled Jennie over so that she was underneath them and pulled the sheet over her.

She turned off the bedside lamp and then she moved to the other side and slipped under the covers, curling onto her side to face Jennie.

She didn't know how long she had been watching her sleep before Jennie's eyes blinked opened slowly. Rosie smiled at her.

Jennie fluttered her eyes a minute and then she wriggled her way across the bed, closing the gap between them. Jennie's eyes flitted back and forth over Rosie's face. Rosie always found it strangely endearing. Rosie smirked at her.

Jennie stared a moment longer, then covered Rosie's mouth with her own, kissing her hard. Rosie brought her hands up to cup Jennie's face.

Jennie skimmed her tongue across Rosie's lips and then wiggled it against her closed mouth, impatiently. Rosie just smiled tightly against Jennie's lips. Jennie grunted and nudged Rosie's shoulder with a fist. Rosie chuckled and parted her lips so Jennie could slip her tongue inside. Rosie scraped her teeth lightly across the top of it and then sucked.

Jennie groaned loudly and rolled herself over on top of Rosie. She spread her legs and pushed herself up, her knees on either side of Rosie's hips. She pulled the t-shirt off over her head and tossed it away. She leaned down and ran her hands up under Rosie's shirt, pushing it slowly up her sides and kissing her way up the bare skin as it emerged. She ran her tongue in a broad swipe between Rosie's breasts and then pulled the shirt off, casting it aside as well.

Rosie brought her hands up and ran them up and down Jennie's bare back, scratching lightly with her nails. Jennie sat up again, grabbed Rosie's hands and placed them on her breasts. She held them there as Rosie squeezed and tweaked while Jennie groaned and rolled her head back. Her hips thrashed as she rubbed herself into Rosie. Rosie nearly came undone at the sight alone.

Jennie dropped her hands down over Rosie's breasts kneading roughly, letting her palms rub against the hard, peaked nipples. Rosie bit her lip and moaned deeply when she felt the tension sift through her lower belly each time Jennie crushed the oh-so sensitive skin roughly against the back of her hands.