NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA

No Strings, No Lies

LISA (whisper)
Tell me to stop.

JENNIE
Don't you dare.

Jennie lifts Lisa's shirt, her fingers skating over her bare stomach, lips brushing every scar, every wound. She kneels briefly, kisses Lisa's abdomen—softly, then looks up at her.

Lisa trembles, unsure whether from the cold or from the overwhelming heat between them.

Clothes fall, slowly. Each piece a barrier shed. They fall into bed, limbs tangled, skin against skin.

Jennie kisses Lisa's collarbone, her chest, her stomach—everywhere Lisa once tried to hide. And Lisa lets her. For once, she doesn't hold back. She feels seen.

Hands roam. Breaths catch. Jennie's name is a prayer on Lisa's lips.
Lisa presses into her, lovingly, trembling, slow.

LISA (softly, forehead to hers)
Is this okay?

Jennie nods, eyes glassy, mouth parted.

She arches under Lisa's touch. Her breath grows unsteady—shaky. Fingers grasping the sheets, her body responding to every kiss pressed to her neck, her jaw, her breasts.

When Lisa moves lower, Jennie gasps—her voice breaking in Lisa's name. And when she comes undone beneath her, her body trembling, Lisa holds her like she's something precious.

They stay like that—exploring, giving, receiving—for hours. Again. And again.

Until morning light spills through the window, and they are tangled together under the covers, damp with sweat and soft laughter.

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INT. JENNIE'S BEDROOM – SUNRISE

Jennie lies with her head on Lisa's chest. Lisa's hand lazily tracing her back.

Neither speaks for a while.

Then—

JENNIE (quietly)
Was that... breaking the rules?

LISA (smiling against her hair)
Maybe.

JENNIE
You gonna enforce them?

LISA
Only if you leave.

Jennie lifts her head. Their eyes meet.

JENNIE
Then I'm not going anywhere.

Lisa kisses her again—soft, slow. No strings.

Except every string.

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INT. HQ CAFETERIA – MORNING

The squad is gathered around the long mess-hall style table. Everyone looks groggy and in need of caffeine, but the banter has already begun.

JISOO (yawning)
Why is Mingyu always the first one here? Who programs you? You're like a coffee-scented Roomba.

MINGYU (deadpan)
I run on chaos and espresso. You should try it.

ROSÉ
You should not try it. Remember last time? She reorganized the entire weapons cabinet by color.

JISOO (shrugging)
It was aesthetic.

SEULGI
Until someone grabbed a lavender grenade thinking it was practice smoke and blew up the dummy field.

IRENE
That was you, genius.

Cue laughter. Mingyu moves toward the coffee machine like it's a sacred ritual. Then—

The cafeteria doors open.

Enter: Captain Lisa Manoban.

She's in her casual blacks, hair messy in a way that's way too perfect, and most damning of all — a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips.