March Part II/April Part I
"Jennie?" Jisoo's voice sounded from just outside of her bathroom. "Where is your-- Holy shit.. ."
There were some things that one was expected to grow accustomed to in a long term relationship. While most relationships had an initial spark, a lusty and affectionate sort of madness inflicted upon both parties, that was expected to come to an end, in due time. Jisoo knew she still got flutters in her stomach every time she saw her girlfriend, and she still had a schoolgirl crush, just as Jennie had with her.
But nothing was more intense than Jisoo's reaction to watching Jennie work out. Specifically, doing pull-ups on the bar in her doorway, in nothing more than a sports bra and spandex, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.
Truly, Jisoo was the luckiest woman in the world. She was sure of it. Because before her, in all her sweaty, muscled glory, was a goddess. Smirking at her.
"Jisoo," Jennie greeted with ease, hoisting herself up as if it were nothing at all, even gracing her with a little smile.
Jisoo's heart nearly exploded. Why did it suddenly feel like the same excitement of when they weren't quite dating, longing for each other so desperately, always just out of reach. Jisoo loved to admire her then, and Jisoo certainly loved to admire her now.
"What are you doing?" Jisoo asked, mind numb as she stepped forward to get a better look.
"Last minute training for Friday's championship," Jennie informed her with a cocked brow. "What about you?"
"...Drooling." Jisoo snorted, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jennie's torso, likely weighing her down, but Jennie didn't seem to mind. She eyed Jennie's tense abdomen, placing an open kiss against her skin. "You are literally the perfect human." Jisoo groaned. "How is this even possible? How am I dating you?"
Jennie chuckled, legs wrapping around Jisoo, not unlike the first time Jisoo had ever seen Jennie do pull-ups. "Look who's talking, sunshine," she murmured, moving to lift Jisoo.
"You'll throw out your back, Jen." Jisoo tsked, wriggling free of her grasp. "You can put those thighs around me some other time."
Jennie smirked at Jisoo's brazen little innuendo, releasing her grip as she gracefully came down, flexing her arms in a stretch.
"Hi," she murmured, pulling Jisoo flush against her body.
"Hi," Jisoo echoed, leaning in for a kiss.
Jisoo wanted to laugh at the juxtaposition: Jennie, doing pull-ups moments ago with such extreme intensity, then giving her the softest of kisses, brushing her nose against Jisoo's lovingly. She contradicted herself in the sweetest of ways.
"What's the plan for today?" Jennie asked gently, their foreheads leaning against each other.
"...Therapy at noon," Jisoo almost growled. Jennie pinched her butt, and when Jisoo let out a yelp, Jennie stole a kiss.
"I hate you," Jisoo grumbled, deepening the kiss.
"It'll be over before you know it," Jennie soothed. "It's an hour to talk about your feelings... your family... your crushes... anything you want." Jennie winked.
"Crushes?" Jisoo drawled. "Oh, yeah, I'll tell her all about Bogum, and Chaeyoung, and--"
"Stop, or I'll need therapy too," Jennie grumbled, hands possessively snaking around Jisoo's hips.
"You have practice, right?" Jisoo queried gently.
"...At noon," Jennie conceded with a nod.
Jisoo glanced back at the clock by Jennie's bed. "It's ten-thirty." She smirked mischievously. "Carry me to bed, and take everything off. I'm going to ravish you," she demanded in a faux lofty voice, and Jennie's eyes widened in surprise as she wasted no time in lifting Jisoo up, the two giggling against each other in a messy heap.
