Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 22

In the aftermath, Jennie shivers as the air meets the cooling sweat at the base of her spine and the bare skin of her ass. She ought to get up, pull her clothes back on, but she's too unwilling to move from this comfortable place, nose pressed to the crook of Jisoo's neck. She's even less inclined to disentangle herself once Jisoo grabs the wool blanket folded over the arm of the couch and drapes it over them. Jennie feels weightless, like she could float away if it wasn't for Jisoo's arm wrapped loosely around her torso, tethering her. The fingers combing through her hair have a soporific effect and it's a struggle to prevent her eyelids from drooping.

She's on the edge of dozing when Jisoo's voice rouses her back to consciousness.

"Do you wanna stay over?"

The damp material under Jennie's chin alerts her to the possibility she might have drooled a bit. She lifts her head to look at Jisoo regretfully.

"I do but... I probably shouldn't."

"I meant just to sleep," Jisoo says with a rueful lift of her brows. The tiny smirk lingering at the corner of her mouth doesn't quite mesh with the pensive gleam in her eyes. "I can take the couch if you're so concerned about your virtue."

That isn't the problem.

It's this limbo state of being together but not. Yesterday Jisoo was adamant about spending some time apart to avoid compromising herself; twenty-four hours later they're here masturbating in front of each other. It's giving Jennie whiplash. And if she spends the night, it's only going to add to the confusion. Not least because she'll have to go through the pretence of parting ways in the morning with a peck on the cheek and a faux cheerful "have a good day."

As if it's just a morning like any other.

Like she isn't silently agonising over the prospect of the woman she's fallen in love with having sex with someone else and Jennie being found lacking in comparison, despite Jisoo's repeated assurances to the contrary. Intellectually, she knows that Jessa Skai is a persona, a cloak that Jisoo dons for work and casts off when she leaves. That what Jisoo does as Jessa is separate from her real life and shouldn't bleed into their feelings for each other, whatever those may be. But on a basic, emotional level? Jennie's scared.

"C'mon." Jisoo holds her a little tighter and the dull ache between Jennie's ribs only seems to intensify. "You're nearly falling asleep on me. And since we've established that neither of us seems capable of getting a good night's rest on our own, we'd be doing each other a favour."

Jennie can't really fault that logic, however much she feels she should argue against it for the sake of preserving her own sanity.

"I'm not taking your bed while you sleep on the couch, Jisoo. You need to be well-rested."

"So do you." Jisoo's expression turns serious. "I want you to stay tonight. Please. We'll both keep to our own side of the bed. It'll be fine."

*

The next morning Jennie wakes to find them huddled together in the middle of the mattress, Jisoo's back snug against her front. Jennie's hand is cupped around something soft and round and squishy. Barely conscious as she is, it's a minute or two before she comes to the dim realisation that she's clutching Jisoo's boob. Her fingers twitch, purely reflex, but it draws a quiet sound of pleasure from Jisoo.

Jennie freezes. Her eyes spring open.

She waits, listening for the signs of Jisoo's breath plateauing again, before she makes an attempt to pull away. She hasn't lifted her palm up more than a few millimetres when Jisoo's hand covers Jennie's own, bringing it flush against her breast again and giving a gentle squeeze.