Stupid Choices and Second Chances

Chapter 50

Jennie woke up the morning before her wedding day to the soft kisses of Lisa's lips on the nape of her neck. She smiled a bit as she blindingly reached a hand around Lisa's neck, dragging her fingers through her hair. "Please tell me you're getting a haircut today."

"Mmhmm," Lisa replied, her lips moving up her neck. "Ten-thirty appointment, picking up my dress and Eun-woo's at eleven."

"Lisa," Jennie half whispered before Lisa's lips found hers, noticing that there was a severe lack of clothing on Lisa's part as she rubbed herself against her under the covers.

"Hmm?" She hummed.

Jennie kissed her back before pulling away, digging the back of her head deep into her pillow so that there was some space between her face and Lisa's. Her hands on her cheeks, she gave her a symphatetic smile. "As much as I applaud your attempt and believe me when I say you hve succeeded in turning me on - you aren't getting any this morning."

Lisa scowled. "Honestly babe - I don't see why we have to wait until tomorrow. Don't you want one last final sex as a sexy...single woman?" She asked, a kiss in between her trailing words.

"I haven't been single since I answered your drunken call Miss Manobal," Jennie replied. "It just took me a few months to realize it." She lifted her head to kiss her. "And my answer is still no."

Groaning, Lisa crawled off of her and flopped onto her back, sighing heavily. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Jennie laughed, rolling onto her side as she curled up next to her, resting her chin on her Lisa's chest as she looked at him. "No - and stop sulking. We had sex in the shower when we got here in New Zealand."

Lisa huffed like a petulant child, despite wrapping an arm around her. "But that was on Sunday - five whole days ago! It's like you enjoy torturing me." It wasn't that she didn't attempt sex any other time that week - they just happened to be busy with last minute wedding preparations.

Laughing again, Jennie swung a leg over her, pushing her hands into her chest as she situated herself, straddled across her waist. "If I was going to torture you, I think it'd be a little bit more...obvious."

"Obvious huh?" Lisa replied.

Jennie nodded, kneading her fingers into Lisa's shoulders as she bent down to kiss the exposed skin. "And then, if I was being really obvious in my torture, I'd shed this F1 shirt that I know you secretly hate."

Lisa watched as Jennie peeled the worn maroon shirt up and over her head, and tossing it towards the end of the bed. Lisa's fingers slowly dragged up and down the smooth skin of her sides as she stared up at her. "This is what you call obvious? Certainly you could do better than that, Kim."

Smirking, Jennie rotated her hips ever so slightly. Lisa did her best to keep a straight face but Jennie knew otherwise. "I'm still not going to cave," she seductively whispered, her hands braced on Lisa's shoulders.

Lisa moved her hands down Jennie's body, caressing her ass as she kept her eyes locked on hers. "Oh I beg to differ," she said with a grin.

"I have more restraint that you." Jennie retorted in a low, seductive tone.

"You aren't going to win this," Lisa whispered, thrusting her hips up ever so slightly as Jennie continued to rock her hips against hers.

"I'm going to win," Jennie stated. "I always win."

"Whatever. You want me to win," Lisa breathed, leaning up to catch a nipple in her mouth.

Jennie winced lightly at her touch, but the unexpected pain left as soon as it came. "If I wanted you to win, I would let you win - but I don't," she said concentrating on her breathing so that Lisa actually would not get her to cave. Eventually, she crashed her mouth to hers, hoping it would prove to be a distraction for both of them.