You Got Me (JenLisa)

Christkindlmarkt

Chur, Two Years Ago

Jennie stared at the back of Pranpriya's head in disbelief. Not even an hour ago, she was dragging her suitcases through Chur's quiet station, ready to fly home and leave the entire aching from missing Lisa behind. And now the Thai was here, standing with her inside the less fancy room—hair frizzled from travel, posture exhausted, and still so breathtakingly beautiful it made Jennie's chest hurt.

As though in a trance, Jennie followed Pranpriya right after the exchanged timid hello's back in the train station. They never spoke a word after that, but when they caught each other's eyes, they both willingly agreed to leave Bernina Express station.

They walked in silence, with the Thai leading the way while Jennie walking behind, dragging her suitcase behind her.

Jennie knew where to go—coffee shops, where they could talk in private; a pizzaria, where they can eat and talk; museums, libraries, restaurants, church—since she spent her days exploring the place. However, Pranpriya walked further until she stopped in front of the five hundred-year old Zunfthaus zur Rebleuten. And for some reason, Jennie understood why the place attracted the Thai. It looked unassuming and unimposing from the outside—something that would not attract too much attention especially from the non-locals.

When Pranpriya checked in, Jennie waited silently.

When they were led to their room on the topmost floor, Jennie went along, keeping her distance while studying the Thai from the back.

And when they were admitted inside their room, while Pranpriya paused in the middle of the room to look around, Jennie remained planted herself near the doorway.

Jennie tilted her head to one side, silently tracing the outline of Lisa's frame. Thinner now, she thought achingly. Pranpriya's shoulders slightly slacked now, her hips less full than the last time Jennie held her. The instinct to reach out was immediate, like muscle memory. But just as her fingers hovered near Pranpriya's back, the Thai princess suddenly spun around that it made Jennie jumped a little.

"I don't want to fight, Jennie. I'm tired from the train ride," Pranpriya said as soon as Jennie shut the door behind them. Her voice was hoarse from the cold, with with conviction. She wasn't pleading for truce, she was imposing it.

Pranpriya slightly looked bemused while looking at Jennie's hand hanging in mid air.

Jennie's hand dropped instantly, as though she was caught red-handed doing something forbidden.

"I don't want to fight either," Jennie said softly, almost stuttering.

Pranpriya's eyes flicked down to Jennie's hand, then locked with Jennie's eyes. For a breathless moment, neither of them spoke. They just stood there staring at each other's eyes, as though searching for answers they both had been yearning to find. The three year's worth of silence enveloped them, except for the chatters from the street, until they finally exhaled. Their eyes gradually softened, as they comforted by the fact that they both found the right answers despite the silence and the absence.

"God, I missed you," Pranpriya groaned achingly as she pulled Jennie for a kiss, which Jennie responded almost as achingly.

And just like that, the space between them collapsed. The three years worth of absence vanished into thin air as though it was a dark cloud blown by the cold Swiss air. The kiss was hungry, clumsy, and real. They were holding unto each other as though they were afraid that one wrong move might return them to the abyss once again.

Their kisses explored each other's mouth—hot breaths fanning against each other's face. Tongues were searching for the old caverns, the old scent, the old taste, and old warmth to satiate their yearning, only to discovered deprived wonders within the years of absence. Their hands were busy holding and touching and grabbing each other's body, taking advantage of the rare chance given to them to explore each other's wonders again.