I Dare You

Chapter 35

                                   

                                             

And Lisa did the only thing she could think of to shut her up, engagement be damned. She kissed her. She slammed her lips into Chaeyoung's so hard that Chaeyoung went crashing backwards into the door. Barely a second went by and Chaeyoung's tongue was in her mouth, and she was grabbing Lisa by the back of the neck and pulling her even closer. It was violent, it was angry and it was sexy as shit. Lisa ground her hips into Chaeyoung, lifted her leg up, and Chaeyoung grabbed it and pulled her closer still. Their mouths slanted across each other, teeth knocking together, they moved apart, took quick gulps of air and went right back to it. They couldn't get enough of each other. Chaeyoung moved Lisa backwards, her free hand grabbing Lisa's ass, sending them both banging into a shaker cabinet, sending its contents all over the floor. Chaeyoung's lips and tongue found their way to Lisa's neck, leaving a hot, wet trail down to her pulse point. Lisa moaned and pulled Chaeyoung's lips back to hers, sucking on them, thrusting her tongue inside.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. Lisa pulled away. Horrified at herself. "Shit." It took all her might to disengaged her body, which wanted things she couldn't have.

"Holy fuck, you kissed me," Chaeyoung said, clearly stunned by the whole incident.

"I did not, you kissed me!" Lisa tried to deflect.

"What? My lips stayed over here the whole time. They didn't move."

"Oh, they moved." Lisa ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Jesus Christ. We were drunk, that's what it was."

"You said you weren't drunk."

"Well, obviously I was wrong."

Chaeyoung looked down at her thumb, "You sew pretty good when you're drunk," Chaeyoung said to try and lighten the moment. She leaned against the wall for support, her heart still pounding in her ears.

"Look, this didn't happen, got it?" Lisa was trying hard to banish this whole episode from her mind, as she paced around the small space. "There was no kiss." 

"Oh, there was a kiss. A pretty, fucking, good kiss." Chaeyoung felt like grabbing her again, her pacing was making her dizzy, and her lips were lonely.

"I can't be kissing anybody, I'm engaged! There was no kiss." She glanced at Chaeyoung and saw she was getting no help.

"Maybe we should kiss, just to make sure that it wasn't a kiss." Chaeyoung's drunk logic made perfect sense to her drunk self.

Lisa took time out from her pacing, and stood in front of her. "Really? That's your solution? That we kiss again?"

"Yes," Chaeyoung said. God, she wanted to bury her face in the cleavage that had been haunting her all...night...long.

Lisa felt a little panic rise in her chest, because right now, that's exactly what she wanted to do. "It would be stupid to kiss again." God, so stupid she was engaged.

"Stupid is a red flag word, Lisa," Chaeyoung said, liking the way Lisa's name sounded on her lips.

Lisa gazed at Chaeyoung, battling her inner demons, battling this sudden hunger that had flared up, that was suddenly consuming her. She was feeling her will power ebb away. Maybe Chaeyoung was right, maybe they needed to kiss again to establish that the first time was not a kiss. Sound logic. It was really quite scientific, wasn't it? Fuck it.