Why her? [CHAENNIE]

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Lying back on the crumpled sheets, Jennie stares pensively at the white-washed ceiling and only just hears Irene going to take a shower. Kim continues to lay head down at the foot of the bed, her body still cooling off from sex. The girl would like to cover her body with a blanket, but there is literally no energy for that, and she continues lying on the bed completely naked, only bending one leg, pulling it closer to her.

When Irene comes out of the bathroom in a warm robe, Jennie turns her head in her direction, watching the girl, who starts looking for cigarettes in her purse. Lying in this position, she sees Irene a little upside down, and it quickly makes her eyes tired.

-I'll make coffee.- Bae said, finding her cigarettes and lighter, and, with a slight smile at Jennie's nakedness, headed straight for the kitchen.

The time is around four in the morning and Kim realizes that it was around this time that she was looking at a picture of Irene with another girl. How interesting it all worked out, the girl thinks, and then she rolls over on her stomach, hiding her face in her palms. Jennie is definitely not proud of what she did, but she's not going to blame or think she's an idiot either. It's not an easy situation, but if she takes only what she needs out of it all, which is sex, it gets easier. No emotional strain, just pleasure. After all, Jennie hadn't had it in a long time, and maybe it was the best decision she'd made, because the stress of work already had her whole body on edge and her nerves on edge, but it was a little easier now.

She feels a nice tiredness in her body and even a little sleepy, but she realizes that she won't be able to sleep, and she has to go to work in a few hours. It seems that today she will have a very, very hard working day. Jennie has no idea how she will be able to take it all in.

Irene is having jet lag at all right now and can't sleep, and Jennie is with her. Maybe this would be the best time to have a normal conversation? Of course, they should have started there, but the girls decided to go with the end, and basically, Jennie doesn't regret it. Sex with Irene is good, they know each other, and that, in Kim's opinion, is much better than finding a stranger and sleeping with her. It's exhausting, and there's practically no time for that now.

Jennie slowly assumes a sitting position, then stands barefoot on the soft carpet, feeling its softness. She looks out the large windows across the street, noticing that Toronto is beginning to wake up. She stretches, kneading the joints in her arms and back, and gets out of bed.

The girl does not care at all that if now in the neighboring high-rises someone was not sleeping, he would see a very racy picture. Jennie has long ago stopped being embarrassed about her nakedness. She knows that she has a beautiful body and girls like it. 

The room was quite dark now, so it was lit only by a dimly burning night-light by the bed, and very little light from the living room. Barefoot, Jennie went straight to the bathroom to shower and put on something warm, eager to get out onto the cool balcony and enjoy the fresh air and a cup of strong coffee.

Five minutes later she was dressed in warm pajama pants, a hooded sweatshirt and terry socks. Irene was already waiting for her on the balcony with two cups of coffee.

-Did I break your regimen?- She smiled weakly, turning to see Jennie enter.

As soon as she stepped onto the open balcony, she felt the chill seeping into her bones. Of course, it's not winter, but it's not worth staying here for a long time. The girl takes a plaid, which is usually located on every chair, and, having sat down, immediately wraps herself up to her chin.

Irene continues to stand with her back to Jennie, finishing her cigarette, and only turns her head slightly toward the girl, watching her actions with the corner of her eye.