Jenlisa Drabbles

Filling the Feeling, I guess?

When Lisa has a mind-crushing toothache and finds herself being relieved by a sexy dentist.

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i.

If someone...no, if anyone at all told her that she’d wake up with a cheek-numbing, headache inducing toothache that morning, Lisa would’ve laughed out loud. It was the farthest, most inconceivable thought that could’ve crossed her mind. She took great care of her teeth, they were what she considers an “asset” -- how else would she get the girl if her pearly whites weren’t well taken care of? 

Well… guess she thought wrong, we all do anyways at some point -- right? 

Lisa woke up to what started out as a dull throbbing pain on one of her teeth, it made the cheek around the affected area throb in tune with the pounding of her heart and it made lying on that particular side of the face a bit uncomfortable. She tossed and turned, covered her face with a pillow to tune out the little nuances. Every little damn thing around her was making her all sorts of grumpy and annoyed. The ticking of the clock, the way the warm breeze drafted in from her open windows to caress her already clammy skin, the way her shirt was sticking to her back making her nape rather itchy in a weird annoying way, and the stupid way sunlight streaked across her face.

The pain was slowly creeping up, worming, and drilling constant little loops into her temples. The dull throbbing was drilling it’s way to the insides of her teeth, making the pain feel more sharper the more she moved restlessly in bed. 

“Fuck!” 

She threw the blankets somewhere along the side of the bed, doesn’t really matter where it ends up pooling, she just doesn’t care. It was kind of hard to, when the pain has turned into a needle poking it’s way inside her gums, stinging and sharp. The floor felt rather cold to the touch, it was a welcome sensation, taking some of her mind off of the pain. She half-dragged, half-glided towards the bathroom where she walked over towards the sink with as much clamoring fanfare as a clumsy penguin. . 

She looked like shit. Let’s be honest here. When one wakes up to a stupid, equally shitty toothache one was bound to look like shit. Right? Or was that just her? She had a constant frown on her face and no amount of happy thoughts (ice cream and cats and colorful rainbow thingies) could take the feeling of grumpiness and slight self-disgust away. She rummaged for a pain killer inside her well organized medicine cabinet and took two at once. 

You have to be aggressive to toothaches, make them feel unwanted. Prevents them from feeling at ease and over extending their stay. God, was she wrong though.

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“Seriously Lisa what is up with you? You’ve probably rolled your eyes for the fifty seventh time in the past hour. In the past hour!” Rosie, Rosie, Rosie… now’s not the time… “Not to mention huffing an incredibly noticeable puff of frustrated air at every little mistake the model is making. Do you have a pineapple stuck up your ass or something.” 

Rosie is and will forever be her best friend, God’s her witness. But … and she swears this too, if she doesn’t stop following her around the packed studio like a clingy puppy Lisa will self implode, and that’s not the best of scenes. Never, not when it’s supposed to be a beautiful, busy, good for their paycheck morning.

“Lisa!? You’re purposely ignori--”

“Rosie…” She can hear the bite in the words, it’s subtle but it’s there. Enough to shut Rosie up.