Jennie and Lisa, both reeling from fresh breakups, find themselves alone in a dimly lit bar one evening. The weight of their heartbreaks brings them together as they share their stories over drinks. As the night goes on, they find unexpected comfort...
We stared at each other, the intensity of her gaze making it hard to breathe. I wasn’t sure how to respond or if I could even. All the emotions I had tried to keep buried were suddenly rushing to the surface. Before I could think of what to say, I felt her lips again on mine.
The kiss was soft and tentative, as if she was testing the waters, unsure of how I would react. My heart skipped a beat, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away. It was just me and Lisa, the connection between us as strong as it had always been.
But then she pulled away, her eyes met mine.
"I’m sorry, Jennie. I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know what got into my mind."
I sat there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened. But before I could second-guess myself, something inside me took over. I reached out, wrapping my arms around her, and kissed her back. This time, it wasn’t tentative or hesitant. It was full of all the emotions I had kept locked away for years—the longing, the hurt, the love I had tried to forget.
As our lips met again, I felt the years of distance between us melt away, replaced by the familiar warmth of being close to her. I didn’t know what this meant for us or what would happen next, but in that moment, all I knew was that I didn’t want to let go. Not now, not after everything we’d been through.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart matching mine, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to just feel.
"Jennie…"Lisa whispered, her voice trembling.
"Don’t," I murmured back, closing my eyes. "Just… don’t say anything right now."
As our kiss deepened, everything else seemed to disappear. The tension between us, the years of separation, the uncertainty—all of it melted away until it was just me and Lisa. Her lips were soft, familiar, yet somehow more intense, like a sensation I had long forgotten but instantly recognized as soon as it returned. My heart raced, and I felt a surge of emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years.
Before I knew it, our hands were roaming each other's bodies, and the heat between us became undeniable. Every touch, every caress felt like a spark, igniting something inside me that I had tried so hard to bury.
Her hands moved with a gentle urgency, as if she was trying to memorize every inch of me, and I found myself responding with the same fervour. It was as if my body remembered what it was like to be with her, and every sensation was heightened, every touch electric.
We stumbled into my bedroom, barely breaking the kiss as we moved. My heart pounded in my chest, the anticipation building with every second.
As we reached the bed, Lisa gently pushed me onto it, her eyes locked on mine. I could see the longing, the need, and the regret all mixed together in her gaze, and it mirrored my own.
"Jennie…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry."
I could feel the weight of her words, but I didn’t want to talk about the past right now. I didn’t want to think about the pain or the distance. All I wanted was to feel her, to be with her, even if just for this moment.
"I missed you," she murmured against my skin as her lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers through my body. "I missed you so much."
Her words sent a wave of warmth through me, but they also brought a pang of sadness. It was like a déjà vu, like we were right back where we started, only this time, everything felt more intense, more desperate.
Lisa’s hands explored my body with a tenderness that made my breath catch. She knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, and it felt like she was reclaiming every part of me she had lost. I could feel her hands trembling slightly as she moved over me, her lips brushing against my collarbone, my shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
My own hands found their way under her shirt, tugging it over her head in a rush of urgency. The feel of her skin against mine was almost overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough. I pulled her closer, needing to feel every part of her, needing her to erase the years of separation that had left me aching for her touch.
We undressed each other in a flurry of movement, neither of us willing to break the contact for even a second. When we were finally bare, she pressed her body against mine, the heat between us almost unbearable. Her hands, her lips, her breath—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.
"I’m sorry," she whispered again, her voice cracking as she looked into my eyes, and I could see the guilt and pain she was carrying. "I’m so sorry, Jennie."
I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to tell her that it was okay, that we could forget about everything and just be together. But another part of me knew that it wasn’t that simple, that there was too much history between us to just let it all go. So, instead, I reached up and kissed her again, hard, as if I could pour all my emotions into that kiss and make everything okay.
We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm that was both familiar and new at the same time. Every touch, every kiss felt like it was healing old wounds and opening new ones. The pleasure was intense, but so was the emotion behind it.
It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was about everything we had been through, everything we had lost, and everything we still felt for each other.
"I missed you," she kept repeating, her voice growing more desperate with each thrust. "I missed you so much, Jennie."
Her words sent a jolt of longing through me, and I couldn’t help but respond in kind.
"I missed you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I clung to her. "God, I missed you too."
As we reached the peak together, I felt a wave of emotions crash over me—love, pain, regret, longing. It was almost too much to handle, but at the same time, it was exactly what I needed. When it was over, we lay there in each other’s arms, our breathing heavy, our bodies still tangled together.
Lisa looked at me, her eyes filled with tears she was trying to hold back.
"I’m sorry. I miss you, don't leave me again, " she whispered again, her voice breaking.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process everything that had just happened. All I knew was that despite everything, despite the pain and the years of separation, being with Lisa like this felt right. It felt like coming home.
But as I lay there, wrapped in her arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for us. Could we really go back to the way things were? Or was this just a moment, a fleeting connection that would fade once we faced the reality of our situation?
For now, I didn’t want to think about it. I just wanted to hold onto this feeling, to the warmth of her body against mine, and the sense of belonging that came with it.
Because even if it was just for tonight, even if it wouldn’t last, I needed this.
I needed her.
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A/N: Once a marupok, always a marupok 🤧👀 Jennieeeeee anobah!!! Hahaha.
