I wanted you to stay (but you are always leaving)

Twelve

Jennie is lying on a silk-soft bed that smells like a blend of fresh mint and slight sweetness.

She's on her pajamas, a tank top with a space pattern and short black shorts hugging her waist loosely.

Somehow, the clothes feel tight against her body.

It's nighttime. Jennie knows because only the faint grayish light of a full moon is illuminating the room.

Hovering above her, a very familiar figure stares into her eyes intently, chocolate orbs clouded by something Jennie still can't recognize.

The brunette only knows that she feels really warm.

"Hi", Jennie tells them, as low as she can, afraid of breaking the spell.

"Hi, love", the figure answers, letting their body lean down a bit, allowing Jennie to caress soft cheeks freely.

"You look amazing", the brunette hears, and she blushes lightly, her thumbs still brushing against tender skin.

Jennie feels the way her heart starts to beat more quickly.

"Come here", she demands, her voice coming out throatier than she expected, and the figure lets their body press against Jennie's fully.

The brunette widens her eyes a bit, a pleasant rush running from the end of her spine to her shoulders, making her shiver.

Jennie feels a breath against hers, and her own fingers begin to tickle with impatience, the warmth of her chest now spreading throughout her body.

She doesn't wait anymore. She can't. Her lips press against pink ones almost desperately, and in a matter of seconds, she's in the middle of an open-mouthed kiss that gets her panting.

Jennie's hands trail down slowly until her finds prominent collarbones, and they stay there for a while, caressing left and right.

She feels soft fingers pressing against the skin of her waist just enough to make her gasp, the sound being mirrored by the figure on top of her, and then Jennie realizes.

"Girl", she murmurs between kisses, just because, and the female immediately raises her head.

Jennie frowns, letting her arms embrace a lean neck, unconsciously trying to pull the body above hers back down.

Doe eyes stare at her, wide, somewhat scared, and the brunette only pouts.

"What is it?", she asks.

The girl blinks, full relief beginning to adorn her expression.

"Is this alright?" she asks cautiously.

"You stopping? No. Please, continue".

Jennie receives a perplex look followed by a teasing smile.

The female lowers down once again then, dragging her lips across the inside of Jennie's jaw, making the brunette tilt her head in a sign of content.

Jennie's hands are pressing against the girl's shoulders as her eyes close. A gentle nip at the side of her neck makes her open her mouth instinctively.

It's intoxicating, both the feeling and the sweet scent, and the brunette knows that everything should feel new.

But it doesn't.

The soft hands caressing the skin of her stomach under her tank top doesn't seem unfamiliar at all.

She tilts her head again, her right hand buried in soft blonde hair, and silently claims for another kiss.