The Deal (Jenlisa x Chaennie Fanfic)

XL - Last First Kiss

Lisa kissed her wife's head. What else would you do with a pained baby right? She cupped her cheeks peppering her with kisses while wiping the tears. Until she got near the lips that she had to search for her wife's eyes.

Eyes were closed, luscious lips slightly tucked under the partly showed teeth. Lisa's heartbeat picked it's fast rhythm at the sight and began inching forward.

Her breath hitched.

Would she? Or would she not?

She planted the kiss on the tip of her nose, shaking.

"I'll take you to bed."

Then she carried her in that position. Jennie still flustered from waiting for the kiss, buried her blush against Lisa's neck.

She took Jennie to the latter's room, look for comfortable clothes and placed it on the side.

"Would you let me?"

Jennie was still weak. From crying and from the almost kiss. She just nodded.

Lisa was fighting her desire hard as her finger's trembled undressing Jennie.

Fuck! Don't think. Stop thinking. Stop thinking

She begged her brain out. While Jennie meekly helped her wife.

Noticing her wife's shaking fingers, she touched the hands and brought it against her lips, heavy eyes never leaving Lisa's confused ones.

Lisa's mind gone haywire thinking this wasn't supposed to happen like bitch. What's that supposed to happen? I'm the writer.

Jennie put those hand against her chest, above her madly beating heart to be exact, eyes were still fixed at Lisa's.

The blazer was now discarded leaving her with a white tank top. Lisa reached the hem of it and pulled it over her wife's head. And settled the comfortable clothes to replace it. Breathing hard.

Imagine the hell they've been through. Bwahaha. But no. They're both responsible sober adults, to even think of doing what you're thinking.

They both knew it was taking advantage of one another. The connection between them is more than fingers could touch. And they just settled with the lingering touches burning skin with warm blitz.

Whooo!

Lisa wiped a bead of sweat on her forehead, relieved. She just overpowered Satan, her father. Oops. And she tucked her wife under the sheets.

"I'm sorry earlier, I-I." Lisa chuckled nervously praying Jennie would get what she's saying so it won't come off her own mouth.

"For what?" But Jennie didn't. Her head was lightweight, intoxicated with the tension.

"I-I almost..kissed you..on the lips..like-"

And so Jennie giggled, showing her gummy smile. Lisa's heart fluttered, along with the butterflies in her stomach.

"What's funny?" She feigned offended.  She's still mad, madly smiling.

"You're acting as if it's the first time we'll be kissing each other's lips."

Jennie said softly, her voice still hoarse. Like how? She's muted all day. Until they went home.

Lisa's face crumpled at the memory while Jennie's laughing at her wife's precious face, clinging on the sheets.

"You took me by surprise. It's your fault."

"I remembered asking you beforehand."

"You did not. You just did, right after the 'you may kiss the bride' thing! How do you expect me to react?"

"At least, I did. I honestly thought you'd runaway after everything."

"I was just..your face is so near.. I I thought you're just going to fake it."

What are they talking about?

Right. I did not have the chance to tell, because I'm busy spoiling the plot in chapter 1. Well anyways, here it is.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest announced with glee.

It was the most critical part for the parties who knew it was an arranged thing. Like how the hell could they ever do that?

"Would you let me kiss you?" Jennie whispered, inching her face near Lisa's who had no idea what's happening around her.

"What did you say?"

Jennie had her firm grip at the last strand of her patience, she had mistaken the curious question as a mocking one.

She knew these seconds of exchange couldn't be longer. The cameras were there, people were waiting.

Jennie whispered again in her ear,

"Let me kiss you."

Lisa's senses heightened up as if she's awakened by a splash freezing bucket of water, yes, slapped by ice.

Lisa finally nodded, eyes wide open anticipating the feeling of a stranger's lips on her own.

I'm not cheating. I'm not. I love him. This is just a deal. Just a deal.

She convinced herself, heart beating wild.

"Close your eyes if you want to look good on cameras."

At the last whisper, Lisa closed her eyes feeling soft lips against her own. She leaned in, out of instinct, familiarizing those lips as it curved up into smile.

Had fooled people in believing fairy tales.

Seconds, but Lisa felt as if she had closed her eyes for a lifetime and Jennie pulling back, made lifetime not enough.

So..soft.

And her eyes widened in horror, getting lost in the kiss. Forgetting her everything for a moment.

End of not in italics, flashback.

Both of them bit their lips at the thought of their first kiss as a married couple. And look at them now, chapters away from their divorce. Bwahaha.

"Goodnight, Jen." Lisa tucked her wife under the sheets, kissing her forehead once more.

"Would it be..would it be too much if I.. asked you to stay?"

Jennie spoke softly, avoiding her wife's gaze.

"Nothing's too much, if it's my wife." Replied Lisa, flashing her charming big smile, a gesture embracing Jennie's heart without the need of touch.

So they slept together. Literally. 

And they lived happily ever after.  A phrase, fairy tales had fooled you into believing. 

Bwahahahaha.....

Shoving my shits here in wattpad. Forgive me, it's my birthday.  Even if it's not, I'll still spread shit all my life. Bwahahahahaha.