Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 6

Jennie scarcely has a second to register that Jisoo's wearing black lingerie and nothing else before the other woman is on her, no preamble, grabbing her forcibly by the cheeks and pulling her inside the apartment. At the first brazen swipe of a tongue over her bottom lip, Jennie's mouth opens under Jisoo's, and she isn't even sorry about her body's near Pavlovian response.

They back up a few steps and Jennie at least has the presence of mind to kick the door shut with her heel. She's already pulling at the zipper of her hooded track jacket, somehow shirking out of it without breaking the seal of their mouths. She winds one arm around Jisoo's waist and folds her close, like she can't stand another second of not being pressed together.

Something about the way Jisoo licks into her, slow and familiar, the abundance of warm skin beneath her fingertips, the plush curves of breasts and hips against her own, has Jennie's world spinning on its axis. Both hands grapple for the backs of Jisoo's thighs, urging, until Jisoo takes the hint. She hauls herself up, arms looping around Jennie's neck, legs going around Jennie's waist.

Except... what seemed like a good idea in theory, logistically turns out to be otherwise.

Jisoo's heavier than Jennie anticipates. As someone who possesses all the upper body strength of a wet noodle, she only manages to carry her as far as the couch before she loses balance and stumbles forward, dropping Jisoo like a proverbial sack of potatoes onto the cushions. The only saving grace is that Jennie braces herself before she lands on top of her.

Splayed out on her back, Jisoo's laugh is more of a winded wheeze.

"That went a lot smoother in my head," Jennie says, hiding her blush against Jisoo's sternum. She pulls back, casting a worried glance over Jisoo's prone form. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry."

"I'm fine." Jisoo's smiling, at least.

She reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Jennie's ear before letting her hand slip lower, curling around the back of Jennie's neck. There's something in Jisoo's expression, the gleam of brown eyes in the low light, that seems far too tender, too affectionate for what they're doing. "C'mere, stud."

Jennie goes willingly, dropping to her elbows, hips resting within the cradle of Jisoo's thighs. Her gaze sweeps across Jisoo's face, over the tempting curve of her lips. She can't seem to drag her eyes away from Jisoo's mouth, the press of bright white teeth against an already kiss-bruised bottom lip. Everything about Jisoo is beguiling but her smile—like, Jennie finally understands what Megan Fox meant when she said Olivia Wilde makes her want to strangle a mountain ox. There isn't a bovine creature alive that Jennie wouldn't choke with her bare hands right now. Which, as a passionate advocate of animal rights, isn't something she takes lightly.

"I really like your smile."

It's half a moment later before Jennie realises she said that out loud.

(She knows with complete certainty that she cannot tell Chaeyoung about this. If she does, she'll never, ever hear the end of it.)

Jennie locks her jaw and keeps her eyes downcast. The fingers at the nape of her neck press in a little and she hazards a look up, bracing herself for—well, she isn't sure. Not this, anyway. Not Jisoo staring at her, quiet and curious, wide eyes darting between her own. The moment stretches, taut like a piece of elastic that's going to ping back and snap Jennie in the face at any second.

Then, with a small shake of her head, Jisoo says, "You're so sweet." She lifts her other hand, thumbs over Jennie's jawline, the jut of her chin. "Sometimes I feel like I'm corrupting you."

The tension held in Jennie's body slackens slightly. "I'm not that innocent."

"In the immortal words of Britney Spears."