Chaennie One-shots

Late Night Feelings

Jennie's night was rolling into the third hour since midnight and she was coming to the end of the bottle of wine she had been working on for a few days now.

The TV hummed with mindless chatter that didn’t seem to register in her brain as her eyes flickered around the living room; focusing on no one thing in particular.

She would be the first to admit that Rosie's apartment filled her with a sense of security that she wasn’t even sure she could find in her own domain.

She was still nearly completely naked.
A blanket was wrapped around her shoulders tightly, covering her hickey-stained body. When she had passed the bathroom to sit down she had caught a peak of the love-bites littering her collarbone, sending sparks through her body.

She could hear her girlfriend's footsteps padding down the hall before she could see her figure standing in the doorway.

Her shirt hung low on her thighs, swallowing her within the soft fabric. Jennie could see her eyes glowing underneath the blue hue of the TV, rosie's features soft. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in worry as she moved closer to her, pressing your palm to her leg softly.

“Baby, why are you awake?” rosie mumbled to her, coaxing her away from whatever was going on in her head. She met jennie's eyes, a soft blush rising to her cheeks at the flushed look on her face and messy hair.

Her finger danced against the rim of her wine glass as she watched before her eyes flickered back up to her. She paused for a moment, a gentle shrug tugging at the muscles of her shoulders. “Just thinking.”

Rosie reached forward, lifting her face with a soft nudge of your thumb. She could feel the heat against her cheeks as she asked jennie what she was thinking about.

She seemed as if she was looking for the answer, her mouth hung open just slightly in case there was any sound willing to spill from it’s confinement in the back of her throat.

She let her eyelids fall closed, her eyelashes brushing over the soft skin of her cheeks. When she opened them again, her eyes were beginning to pool with tears.

Rosie guided her to sit up, reaching out o delicately stroke her face while simultaneously pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You make love to me so well...Do you know that?”

Rosie almost believed she had heard her wrong. Her answer took rosie back, such a blunt statement slicing through the warm air between the two of them. Nevertheless, butterflies pooled at the pit of her stomach and she let out a soft laugh. “Thank you.”

Jennie shook her head, letting her hand fall against the arm she was using to hold yourself up. “It’s like you always put me first. Even when we’re having sex, you’re always thinking of me first. You treat me like I’m so delicate...” she paused momentarily, “...and it makes me fall even more in love with you.”

It fell off her tongue so smoothly that rosie almost hadn’t caught her admission. She suddenly felt as if she was panicking, searching her face for some sort of reassurance.
“Thats because you deserve it. You deserve to be put first. I’d do anything to keep you happy because I love you, Wifey.”

Her lips spread into a smile before she pulled jennie in to press a kiss to her lips. She worked her lips against her with so much power that it nearly took jennie's breath away.

Before she knew it, she was pushing rosie to lay back against the arm of the couch and crawling to hover above her with her legs on either side of her hips.

Her sudden dominance took rosie back, she had rarely ever been in such a mood unless she had been extremely stressed from a case and needed some form of release.

But, without complaint, she basked in the feeling of her taking control and let her hands circle around her hips before giving them a gentle squeeze.

A soft whimper fell from her lips and rosie pulled her impossibly closer. Her sounds fell into her mouth, soft whimpers and moans, and her hands begun exploring the same parts of her body.

She mentally noted that she must have been in love because the feeling of Rosie's hands would never get tiring to her.

She settled into Rosie's lap, pushing her back further into the couch. Jennie looked up at her, excitement swirling around in her eyes. She took her hands and pinned them at her sides as her lips tipped upwards into a smile. She pulled away for a moment, both of them meeting the other’s eyes.

Her hand raised so that her thumb could trace the outline of Rosie's bottom lip. “Please, don’t go anywhere.”