Jensoo Smuts n Lemons lol~

To be alone :')

"I hide well." She says, a pensive look on her face, she tips her beer back, finishing off the last bit of warm beer. The swirl of the two beers she had already had and the intense loneliness that settled into her chest cavity, wrapping tightly around her lungs, a constant reminder of what she was not. She leans on Jennie's shoulder, initiating touch, unable to keep herself from feeling someone, anyone. She's astonished that she allows her to stay there as they slip into a comfortable silence.

"I'm not looking for commitment." Jisoo whispers, feeling the liquid courage spill out of her suddenly.

"Perfect." Jennie says, and it's like she was just given the green light, which perhaps she had been. She tips Jisoo's chin up, and she thinks she's going to kiss her, but she tilts to the side, attacking her neck with kisses. Jisoo is reminded of her dumb joke when she feels her teeth graze across her jugular, and for a dizzying second she thinks she somehow ended up in some strange version of twilight.

"Is this ok?" Jennie says, bringing Jisoo's focus back to her lips, which are very close to her lips. It takes her a second to realize she is undoing the top button of her sweater, revealing the top of her bra and the skin underneath.

"Yes." Jisoo breathes, undoing the rest of the buttons herself and shrugging out of it, as Jennie kisses what feels like every part of her, her hands on her waist squeezing the flesh there.

"Kiss me." Jisoo whispers into her ear.

"Patience." The answer is muffled under her skin as Jennie starts sucking a mark on her neck. Normally Jisoo wouldn't allow it, wouldn't want marks showing for everyone at the bar to gossip about. Jennie was different for some reason.

"Uggh" a mixture of a moan and sigh of exasperation slips out before she can stop it. She can feel Jennie smile against the skin of her neck, the mischievous little shit.

"Kiss me or I'm going to lose it." Jisoo hears the begging in her voice, and apparently that was all she needed to do to remedy this situation. Her lips are on hers a second later and she tastes like vanilla chapstick and light beer.

She feels the heat start to puddle in her, the desire finally taking shape. She had brought Jennie here for one reason, the way she looked at her with such open desire, her eyes grazing over her body with interest. It had been too long since she felt the touch of someone else, felt any hands other than her own on her.

Jisoo's hand slips up her skirt, not surprised to find her already wet, ready for her.

"Oh... oh." Jennie says.

"You first." Jisoo says gleefully, liking the surprise she saw on her face.

Jennie looks like she wants to protest, to push her down and make her scream for her over and over, and Jisoo wanted that (oh god she needed that), but first she wanted to treat her. She smirked at her, which seemed to rile her, she tangled her hand in a fist full of Jisoo's red hair, bringing her in for a bruising kiss.

She knew from rumors that Jennie was giving, dominant to almost a fault, unwilling to relinquish control, which suited her just fine. She didn't need to be in control for this.

"Tell me what to do." She whispered against her neck as her hands roamed her back, nails grazing down her spine, sending a shiver up her back. Jennie captured her lips again, tugging her hair the slightest bit, Jisoo can't help but moan at the sudden pain.

"On your knees" she rasps, her breath already heavier than before.

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, sliding off the couch, settling in between Jennie's legs as she shimmied off her skirt leaving only her black underwear. It was plain, conventional, nothing like the