Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 21

Jisoo's waiting for her in the open doorway when Jennie reaches the fourth-floor landing. She pauses on the top step, a rush of affection sweeping through her when she notices the fluffy lion slippers on Jisoo's feet. Between those, the low slung grey sweatpants and the sleeveless Motley Crüe t-shirt, Jisoo isn't exactly dressed for seduction but, nonetheless, Jennie thinks this may not have been the smartest idea. Without even trying, Jisoo's always hotter than the surface of the sun and tonight is no exception.

"Am I allowed to hug you?" Jennie asks once she's in front of Jisoo.

Jisoo only rolls her eyes before she reels Jennie in by the ends of her scarf. If they both cling to each other a little tighter and longer than they should, neither comments when they eventually separate.

"Have you eaten yet?" Jisoo asks, ushering Jennie inside the apartment.

Jennie shakes her head and follows to the kitchen. She drapes her coat and scarf over the back of one of the chairs while Jisoo digs around in the refrigerator.

"I was gonna have the eggplant lasagna. Although you made enough for, like, four people."

Prior to leaving Jisoo's apartment yesterday, Jennie had prepared a batch of healthy meals so she could at least be assured Jisoo wouldn't fall back into old habits while they were apart. She may have gone slightly overboard with the portion sizes.

While they wait for dinner to reheat, Jennie grips the granite edge of the breakfast bar behind her, something to occupy her hands. Every instinct is telling her to approach Jisoo, to gather her up in her arms again, and forget about the food. It doesn't help that Jisoo's leaning against the counter in precisely the same spot as when Jennie went down on her last week. Or that Jisoo's looking at her like she can read these thoughts, a silent dare held in her eyes and the quirk of lips.

Mercifully, Jennie's saved by the ding of the microwave.

Over dinner they talk about inconsequential things, sticking to safe topics, a tacit agreement to steer clear of discussing the shoot. While she eats, Jennie's gaze keeps drifting to the faint indentations of teeth on the knuckles of Jisoo's right hand (apparently, Jisoo wasn't exaggerating about the intensity of that fourth orgasm). She tries to push away the vivid images the sight of those bite marks invokes; of Jisoo, bare and arching and covered in a light sheen of sweat, head thrown back, fist in her mouth, chest thrust forward, hand buried between the spread of her thighs...

It's enough to make Jennie reach for her glass and take a lengthy chug of water.

Jisoo watches her, something knowing in her expression.

"Thirsty, huh?"

"Mmhm."

If it sounds a bit strained, Jisoo lets it slide.

Once the plates are cleared away they take to the couch. Jennie tucks herself into the far corner, trying to put as much physical distance between them as possible. It's not that she doesn't want to be close to Jisoo—it's very much the opposite—but ignoring the urge to touch her is a much greater challenge than Jennie thought it would be. Especially when she still has Jisoo's detailed account of her masturbatory fantasy involving this exact location ringing in her ears from earlier. But, more than that, in the soft lamplight Jisoo looks fucking angelic and it's all Jennie can do not to—

"You don't need to sit all the way over there," Jisoo says, eyeing the expanse of the couch between them with disapproval. "I'm not gonna jump you."

"Thought you said you can't trust yourself?"

It's a deflection, delivered archly. Truth be told, Jennie doesn't put much faith in her own ability to refrain from throwing Jisoo down on the couch and straddling her sometime within the next thirty seconds.