The Quiet Contract

JEALOUSY - SEX

The week that followed was a whirlwind of passion, possessiveness, and stolen moments between Jennie and Lisa. Their relationship had blossomed into something intense and all-consuming, with Jennie struggling to manage her jealousy while Lisa quietly worked on a plan to surprise Jennie.

It didn't take long for Jennie's possessive streak to surface. Lisa was naturally magnetic—her charm and easygoing personality drew people in without her even trying. Whether it was the barista who gave Lisa an extra shot of espresso with a flirty smile or the waitress who lingered a little too long while taking their order, Jennie noticed it all.

Jennie didn't hold back her feelings either. One afternoon, when a stranger asked Lisa for a selfie, Jennie crossed her arms and glared daggers at the girl until she scampered away.

"Baby Shark," Lisa teased after the encounter, "you're going to scare people away."

"Good," Jennie huffed, slipping her arm around Lisa's waist. "You're mine, and I don't like sharing."

Lisa laughed, pressing a kiss to Jennie's forehead. "You don't have to worry, Baby. You're the only one I see."

Despite Lisa's reassurances, Jennie's jealousy only grew. She found herself getting annoyed at the smallest things, from Lisa's phone buzzing during dinner to the way people looked at her girlfriend. It wasn't Lisa's fault, and Jennie knew that, but the idea of anyone else vying for Lisa's attention drove her mad.

After a particularly heated argument about Lisa's packed schedule and her inability to stay the night, Jennie made a bold declaration.

"I can't do this anymore," she said, pacing the living room while Lisa watched from the couch.

Lisa's heart sank. "What do you mean, Baby? Are you saying—"

"I mean," Jennie interrupted, turning to face her, "that I can't sleep alone anymore. I need you with me every night. Let's move in together."

Lisa blinked, stunned for a moment before a wide grin spread across her face. "You want to live together?"

Jennie nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes. I hate not waking up next to you. I hate waiting to see you. And I hate the thought of you being anywhere but here."

Lisa crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling Jennie into her arms. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

The decision was made that night, and by the end of the week, they had begun merging their lives. Jennie's penthouse became their home, with Lisa moving in a few of her essentials and promising to transfer more later.

Their nights together were nothing short of electric. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, their passion spilling over into every aspect of their lives. Whether it was a playful kiss in the kitchen that turned into something more or a lazy morning in bed tangled in the sheets, their connection was palpable.

Lisa became wild in sex and Jennie allowed it. No night they don't do it and with that Jennie became addicted to Lisa, while Lisa felt the same. 

Roleplay in bed with them became natural and with that they just so compatible with each other.

Even in public, their chemistry was undeniable. Jennie often found herself stealing glances at Lisa, her heart fluttering every time Lisa flashed her that goofy, lovestruck smile.

"Stop staring," Lisa would tease.

"Stop being so perfect," Jennie would reply, leaning in for a quick kiss that often turned into a lingering one.