Points of Authority

Part 2

Glaring, Jennie makes her way to the kitchen, acutely aware of Lisa trailing after her. Lisa's boots are heavy on the wooden floor of the apartment, thudding with each step, and Jennie can practically feel her intense gaze on her as she fills a glass with tapwater and thrusts it to Lisa, hoping to hurry her to leave.

Lisa accepts it with a deliberate, patronizing smile, and she lifts the glass to her lips, drinking slowly, while Jennie fidgets uncomfortably, glancing up at the clock.

She can feel her pulse pounding between her legs- there's no denying the girl before her is unequivocally gorgeous, and she can't help but trace her eyes over the brunettes's mouth as it presses to the edge of the glass, or down her creamy throat as she swallows. Maybe the alcohol is catching up with her, but all Jennie wants to do is lunge forward and sink teeth into Lisa's neck and suck. Hard.

Once she's finished drinking, Lisa sets the glass down with a pronounced clink, snapping Jennie out of her fantasy, and licks her lips, her pink tongue darting out and making Jennie throb. "Are you in a hurry?"

"I told you, my girlfriend will be home soon-"

"Is your girlfriend Lalisa Manoban?" Lisa asks casually, her eyes teasing.

"No," Jennie says firmly, almost cracking a smile, but she grits her teeth and allows her edginess to sink into her bones, into her skin. Her nerves are on fire with Lisa so close to her, and especially dressed like that-

"Does Jennie Kim even live here?"

"No. Just my girlfriend."

Lisa nods absently, scrutinizing Jennie's face to see if she's lying. After a moment she seems to buy her statement, but asks instead, "Will your girlfriend know where to find Jennie Kim?"

Jennie's eyes widen with slight panic before she coughs into her fist and shakes her head quickly. "Why the fuck would she know?"

Lisa smirks, triumphant at having caught Jennie. "Well, I'll just wait around to ask her, just in case she knows anything. You said she'd be home soon, right?"

"No, actually- she won't be home for a while-"

"You told me before that she was going to be here any minute," Lisa states, her tone growing just the slightest bit angry.

"I just wanted you to leave," Jennie says with a shrug. Then she meets Lisa's stare challengingly, standing up tall. "So why don't you?"

Lauren's eyes narrow. "I told you I'm here to investigate a crime," she says coolly.

"And what crime would that be, exactly?" Jennie dares, leaning forward intimidatingly. Lisa rocks back on her heels in surprise.

"Retail theft," she says. "I received a call from a department store; a purse was stolen." Lisa shifts her eyes over to Jennie's lavender purse on the counter. "A purse that looks exactly like that one, actually."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Jennie hisses. "You think I stole the purse?"

"Not unless you're Jennie Kim," Lisa returns immediately. "Are you?"

"And what if I am?"

"Then I'd say you're under arrest," Lisa says lowly, shifting forward, feeling the tension in the room. Jennie steps forward, invading her space.

"You have no proof."

"I watched the security cameras."

"That wasn't me."

"I think it was."

"Well it wasn't."

"Your word against mine," Lisa smirks. "But since you're not Jennie Kim, who are you?"

Jennie falters, unprepared for the question, and Lisa nods. "That's what I thought."

"Get out of my apartment!"

Lisa raises a taunting eyebrow, but Jennie can tell her patience is running thin. Jennie simmers with anticipation, feeling her temperature rising, her pulse pounding. "I thought it was your girlfriend's."

"Well I'm speaking on her behalf. Now get the fuck out, pig, afore I show you out myself-"

Lisa lunges forward suddenly, snatching Jennie's wrist tightly in her hand and stilling Jennie's outburst. Her brown eyes are hard and dark as she growls, "I'm done playing nice with you, trash. I'm taking you down to the station for questioning and we'll see if some good, old-fashioned interrogation won't change your story about that purse." She tries to tug Jennie's arm behind her back and Jennie yanks violently out of her grasp.

"Don't fucking touch me, you crazy-ass bitch!" Jennie snarls, twisting out of Lisa's grasp.

"Stop resisting," Lisa growls, cornering Jennie against the counter. They stand, regarding each other for a moment, each waiting for the other to make the first move- and then Jennie seizes her chance.

She lunges forward, placing her hands on Lisa's chest, and shoves, knocking the brunette slightly off balance enough for her to slip away. In the next instant she's making a beeline for the door.

"[Fucking crazy!]" Jennie yells in Korean. She makes it as far as the living room before Lisa's tackling her to the floor, her hat falling off in the process, and they fight for control for long moments. "[Get the fuck away from me! Let go, bitch! Stop!]"

Lisa struggles to assert herself on top, but her belt is bulky and Jennie is smaller than her- she wriggles out of her hold and grasps onto her long, brunette ponytail, tugging harshly and pushing her face into the rug as she moves on top of her.

Lisa squirms, clawing at Jennie's forearms while Jennie spits obscenities at her. After a heated tussle, Jennie ends up on top, straddling Lisa's waist and using her weight to pin the brunette down while Lisa pants, glaring, her forehead slightly sweaty, beneath her.

Jennie smirks, triumphant. "Look who's on the bottom now, cunt."

At Jennie's words, Lisa bites her lip and thrusts her hips up sharply into a bridge, bucking Jennie forward, and before Jennie can react, Lisa traps her arm and rolls, reversing their positions, only now Lisa is lying between Jennie's legs with her hands pressing Jennie's arms to the floor.

"Bitch," Jennie spits, and Lisa chuckles, smiling darkly, her long, brunette bangs hanging messily across her face from the struggle.

"Don't you have any respect for authority figures?" Lisa says with a predatory grin, and Jennie twists, thrashing violently to shake out of Lisa's grasp. Her efforts are wasted, however-Lisa has her full weight pressing her to the floor, and her grip is solid and firm.

"Respect is earned, not given,"Jennie hisses, panting, still trying to shake free from Lisa's steel grip. "Now let me up."

"You really think it's that easy?" Lisa purrs, and her sinister tone makes Jennie shudder. "You just fought an officer of the law."

Jennie scoffs. "Bacon."

Lisa glares. "You need to be taught some respect," she seethes, and before Jennie can respond, she shifts between her legs, pressing her thigh right up against Jennie's warm center.

Jennie stifles her gasp of pleasure, biting her lip to still the way her hips try to buck up against Lisa's leg. Lisa grins at the endeavor, and quickly, she moves her grip so that her left hand is holding both of Jennie's wrists to the floor. She carefully shifts out from between Jennie's spread legs and through sheer force, rolls her onto her stomach.

"Stop resisting," she repeats, her voice hard-edged as she maneuvers a writhing Jennie into handcuffing position. "Hands behind your back, slut. Do it now."

Jennie continues to struggle but she's powerless- she's trapped in a three-point pin, with Lisa's knee pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her down with most of her weight. She hears clinking and then before she can resist, cold metal is encircling her wrists.

She's handcuffed.

// Last part coming up