and i understood why you can't control your heart // JENLISA

and i understood why you can't control your heart

Things have escalated very quickly.

Everything had been under control, for a while. There were rules, however unspoken, and Jennie could compartmentalize her life - more specifically, her relationship with Lisa - into two distinct sections that must never touch. Now they're definitely touching, and Jennie doesn't know how to make it stop.

It all started going downhill when that stupid pube-bearded gym substitute showed up.

Jennie isn't jealous. She's not. There's no reason for her to be - she and Lisa aren't dating, and Lisa doesn't seem interested in the guy anyways. But every time he put his hand on her lower back with that smarmy smile it made something deep and unpleasant crawl up her spine, and in some kind of fit of insanity, she invited Lisa back to her place. And they spoke. And now, everything is different.

Now, they're talking during their trysts. They sometimes even cuddle afterwards, and every so often, it's Lisa who texts Jennie asking to come over. They still haven't defined anything, haven't made any attempt to clarify things, but nevertheless their arrangement is starting to leech into other parts of Jennie's life like water crawling its way up a piece of fabric.

Like now. Lisa had been so excited to suggest a class field trip to the Smithsonian, and in her defense, the kids are loving it - but as soon as the planning gets underway Jennie is transported back to that night in January, when she kept herself up until the early hours in fear of what her sleeping body might do and then, lo and behold, she woke up to Lisa jarring her in her attempt to extract herself from the sloth-like cuddle Jennie trapped her in.

Now that they're actually sleeping together, her self-control is even worse.

They get separate rooms this time, at least. There's no clerical mistake, and their rooms are across the hall from each other, with a few rooms between theirs and the students. But even with their separate rooms Jennie ends up in Lisa's anyways, ass in the air and face pressed into the pillows to muffle her moans.

It's dangerous, to do this when the kids they're chaperoning are in rooms just down the hall. It's unprofessional and very, very risky. But Lisa looked incredible in her fitted black top and pants today, her hair in a crisp bun as she guided their group around the Air and Space Museum, and Jennie has been thinking about unraveling it since they stepped off the bus this morning.

Kneeled behind Jennie with her hair half-out of its bun and most of her clothes tangled in the hotel sheets, her fingers driving in with devastating precision until Jennie has to bite the pillow as she comes, Lisa certainly looks unraveled.

She also seems determined not to stop until Jennie has properly forgotten all the reasons this was a bad idea. When Lida finally collapses beside her, breathing hard, Jennie stretches out on her belly and feels every muscle and joint in her lower body stretch and pop in a way that's almost as satisfying as the multiple orgasms.

Despite having been inside her not 30 seconds ago, Lisa's eyes still track the slow movement over Jennie's body as she stretches with interest, her own abs still flexing with exertion on every exhale.

Jennie snorts.

"You cannot possibly want to go again."

"With you? Pretty much always," Lisa replies easily, and the raw honestly hiding behind the joking statement makes Jennie's breath catch. Suddenly, eye contact with Lisa seems unspeakably intimate.

Instead she flips over, looking up at the ceiling and focusing on how her body feels - still buzzing with the aftereffects of 4 orgasms, her fingers and thigh sticky with Lisa's release. She lets herself feel content for a few moments with Lisa's comforting presence next to her.