Outline of You | Jensoo

Ch16.

"Jennie, I...," Jisoo is dumbfounded. It is not that she doesn't understand what Jennie is saying, it is that she isn't sure if this is all just a dream.

"Do you have feelings for me?" Jennie's tone is persistent, her eyes searching the depths of Jisoo's brown. For the first time, Jisoo thinks there is uncertainty in those cat-like orbs, and if she could see her own right now, hers must be filled with confusion and disarray, because she can barely string a coherent sentence.

"This... I mean... what about, like..."

Halting the rambling, Jennie puts a finger to Jisoo's pair of lips that she is dying to kiss again. With her other hand, she picks up a bottle on the coffee table and spins it, the tinkling of glass ringing crisply in the apartment.

"It's just a yes or no," she doesn't wait for the bottle to stop.

Jisoo gulps. She has always been bad at lying -- it comes back to bite her more often than not -- and so she doesn't, "Yes."

Like hearing the sound of the starting pistol at a race, Jennie doesn't wait to pounce Jisoo again with a hungry wet kiss, her fingers curling in Jisoo's smooth locks, her body leaning in and pushing Jisoo back down onto the sofa with a thud. Jisoo is quite literally taken aback, but inevitably dissolves into a moaning mess as Jennie cups Jisoo's jaw and breathes her in like she is air, Jennie's fingers moving from Jisoo's jaw down to her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, across her navel and then -

"Wait," Jisoo pants and clutches Jennie's wandering hand, the sounds of their heaving loud in their ears. She licks her lips nervously, tasting the wine Jennie had indulged in earlier.

"Yes?" Jennie's breath is hot and seductive, her lips a mere inch away.

"Don't you think, um... we're going a bit too fast?" Jisoo fails to come up with something less lame.

"No," Jennie doesn't even hesitate, before leaning in to suck on Jisoo's lower lip.

Jisoo arches her back in response and almost loses her resilience, but she forces herself to persevere because the guilt in her is stronger than her lust. She breaks the kiss again by pulling back and leaning their foreheads together instead of their lips.

"But... you're drunk." Jisoo's heart skips when she abruptly realises that one of her hands is lost in Jennie's luscious hair while the other is pressed against bare skin on Jennie's chest where the plunging neckline opens.

"Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T, S, R," Jennie recites as her hair falls in cascading waves around them like a curtain, or perhaps, waterfall.

"Oh. Wow. That's... impressive," Jisoo murmurs. She can't help but trace the soft porcelain skin as if her fingertips are a stethoscope, in search of Jennie's heartbeat.

"Mmhmm," Jennie hums above her and dives back in, going for Jisoo's neck this time. With her tongue, she trails a hot, wet circle on a pulse point that sends goosebumps from Jisoo's scalp to her toes. When Jennie sucks hard, the architect moans in spite of herself and her fingers dig into the CEO's hair. She desperately wants to pull Jennie closer, if that is even possible, but she steels herself to resist.

She straightens her arm with the palm on Jennie's chest, nudging Jennie back slightly. "Wait, wait," she exhales into the tiny space between their faces and takes a moment to recover her breath stolen by the aggressive advances, as her mind tries to conjure the right message to her mouth, albeit unsuccessfully, "I mean, but... think about it..."

"Think about?" Jennie's brows crease with impatience above her eyes blown with desire.

"Um..."

"Is this about... Nayeon?"