Jennie in her zone, resumed working, leaving her wife's peculiar ways on read. She knew her wife would still be odd later and always, so why bother?
Another unexpected knock had disturbed the CEO's hyper fixation, the door revealing again her wife carrying foods she got from I had no idea where.
With a pretentious cough, Jennie tried dissolving the stupid grin creeping up her face. Which she did not need to, with Lisa looking at everywhere but her.
Using her free hand, Lisa grabbed the nearest chair available and pulled it at the side of her feigning busy wife.
No. Jennie was real busy. Busy trying hard to conceal her smile, purposely facing away from her strange wife.
With no space available on Jennie's desk, Lisa held the food, scooping a spoonful of it then directed it near her wife's mouth.
"Mm." Lisa forced a sound, just to get her wife's attention.
Jennie sensing all these in her peripheral view, clenched her jaw, swallowing the impending grin away before taking the spoonful in her mouth.
Then, Lisa took her turn.
300 years later...
Both had never said a word to each other.
Now full. Jennie had finished whatever the hell she's doing, drinking up the glass of water Lisa handed her after cleaning up their mess.
With hunger subsided, Lisa's brain now could function well.
"I'm sorry earlier. I just..., I just thought..." Inhaling deep, forming words, swallowing her pride. "I thought it would make you feel better."
Yet Lisa hadn't found the guts to look at her wife. But Jennie could face her wife now, nodded with a timid smile.
"Am I right thinking we could forget all about it now?"
Heart fluttering with inconceivable joy, Lisa gradually turned her gaze at her wife. Charming smile turned into an awkward one.
"Jen, there's..ahm.." Lisa pointed at something on her wife's face, so Jennie wiped her napkin at every wrong directions.
What a cliché. So what's next? Lisa would stumble on her attempt to wipe it away and end up in Jennie's lap?
Indeed. JenLisa FTW.
Lisa tripped at an invisible obstruction and out of reflex, Jennie maneuvered towards her, catching her wife.
Hold your imaginations. She's not yet straddling her.
They're just in an uncomfortable position where Lisa was clinging to her wife's shoulders like her life depended on it, without noticing how dangerously near their faces are.
After securing her life, Lisa then turned to face her wide-eyed wife.
Jennie couldn't believe how her throat was still attached with how many hard swallows she performed. Well, it's not a big deal. It's just her thighs were at the middle of her wife's velvety legs, now slightly exposed from the rode up skirt. And Jennie had no idea how her hands ended on top of those silky smooth legs.
Yes, she's straddling her now.
Lisa, still having no idea how hard Jennie was fighting for survival, succeeded in wiping the dirt at the side of her wife's tempting lips, biting her own lip beneath her smile, recalling how soft it was against her own.
Jennie flashing her wife's favorite gummy smile, positioned her hands on a safer place, Lisa's waist. Now relaxed, she leaned her head back against her swivel chair, taking a better look at her wife's loveliness.
Their position was now comfortable, with them staring at each other in the way children gaze at stars. Until Lisa broke the connection of galaxies, touring her eyes around.
"You should try lifting your curtains up, you're wasting the view. "
"No need. I have a perfect view here."
"Stop, I'm serious." Lisa whined through her teeth, voice reaching an octave higher.
"And so am I."
Jennie's wide smile was now beginning to hurt her jaw. But she just couldn't stop.
And as if on cue, a strand of hair fell on Lisa's cheek, still a perfect view in Jennie's eyes. But because this is a fanfic made out of recycled clichés, Jennie reached for it, tucking it behind Lisa's ears.
Funny how it is to get lost in someone's eyes even if it's home. A riddle no one could ever solve, for the answer lies at the bottomless depth of the orbs.
From Lisa's ears, Jennie traced her fingers down the plump lips, memorizing every details she could hold. And with losing her mind, she seek salvation in her eyes. Shedding her light, subsided her doubts, freeing swarm of butterflies.
With her thumb, Jennie gently parted those lips, heart drumming, inching near, capturing her wife's bottom-
"CE..Oh!..I a. Am. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."
The Super Junior of a secretary repeatedly bowed his head seeing the revelation. Then Usain Bolt-ed through the door, and remembered to lock it, the first in this fanfic.
Praying he won't lose his beloved job. He devoted his life apologizing for the intrusion when they're done. Cursing himself, doubting if he really did knock.
That, he really did.
To be continued.....
I'm not unreliable for nothing. 😝
