Sheets | Chaelisa converted

Chapter 7

Chaeyoung laughed as Lisa fumbled with the front door, her back pressed against the wood as Lisa's body pushed against it. Kissing her roughly, Chaeyoung gasped as the door behind her gave way, her legs stumbling backwards. Lisa let out an amused noise as her hand that was already tight around Chaeyoung's waist pulled in stronger, lifting her off the ground slightly. Her toes brushed the wooden floor of Lisa's house, arms hanging off her neck as their chests bumped with every laboured breath. Pulling back, lips popping, Lisa smirked down at her with bright eyes.

"You okay?" she asked, and Chaeyoung nodded, her grip loosening. Her feet found the ground again, but her arms didn't leave Lisa's neck, the Thai girl smiling a little. Leaning down again, she pressed another kiss to her lips and the other sighed, melting into the warmth.

"Parents?" Chaeyoung's whispered breathlessly, Lisa just letting out a throaty 'no' in response and she lead her upstairs, deciding to pick her up again so they didn't have to part and Chaeyoung walking backwards up a flight of stairs was likely not going to end well. Wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist, fingers tangled in her hair, Lisa tugged on her shirt as they walked into the threshold of her bedroom.

Dropping her onto her feet, Chaeyoung raised her arms as Lisa pulled her shirt off, her bra coming off soon after. Her eyes were roaming the expanse of newly exposed skin. She felt a little uncomfortable under Lisa's heated gaze, and she wrapped her arms around her stomach slightly, head dropping. Lisa chuckled a little, making Chaeyoung look up to see her pulling her own shirt and bra over her head. Chaeyoung's mouth grew wet as she took in Lisa's toned torso and the smooth dips of her abs, which cast shadows on her skin.  A few more small tattoos were revealed from under the discarded fabric, one below her left breast and the other low on her hip, almost disappearing beneath the waistband of her jeans. She was gorgeous.

She simply watched in awe, as Lisa kicked off her shoes, Chaeyoung's own feet somehow following along with Lisa's slow, tantalising actions. She jumped as Lisa drunkenly threw one of her shoes in Chaeyoung's direction, the boot thudding just next to her. Giving Lisa a raised brow, she threw one of her own shoes back towards her, Lisa sidestepping out of the way and swaying a little. The laces on the shoe snagged on the door handle, swaying from side to side as Lisa grinned, stepping towards Chaeyoung again to capture her face in her hands, kissing her hungrily.

As Chaeyoung sighed, Lisa's tongue found the opportunity to slip between her parted lips and she couldn't help but moan out as their tongues pushed and pulled against each other. Chaeyoung daringly biting down on Lisa's bottom lip, making the girl groan.

This was what a kiss was supposed to feel like. It didn't feel like this when she had kissed guys (or, a single guy, if we wanted to be technical) before. Maybe it was just experience, they were young back then. Or maybe it was because they were guys? In the haze of her alcohol-riddled mind, the thought didn't scare her as much as it would if she were sober. It was just sitting there, a fact as clear as Lisa's eyes. When she felt Lisa's toned body pressed against hers, her feverish lips claiming her own, it felt... exciting. Liberating. Dangerous.

Right.

She soon found herself lying back on the bed, Lisa climbing on top of her. Two arms imprisoning her head, as Lisa's thighs captured her legs. Chaeyoung blinked up at her as she looked down, her eyes filled with something that Chaeyoung couldn't put her finger on. The look was gone in a moment, or maybe she just ignored it, as Lisa's rough fingers pushed Chaeyoung's messy hair from her face, Lisa's fingers making her electrified skin tingle. Her hand moved down to cup the other girls cheek, and she turned her head to press a sloppy kiss to her palm, tongue flicking out slightly as Lisa growled.

"Hmm you're so pretty," Chaeyoung giggled as her eyes flicked up to meet the brunettes. "I like your face." Her words were still a little slurred.

Lisa chuckled then raised herself from her hunched position, hands tugging at her fly, button popping open and zip sliding down. Chaeyoung swallowed thickly as Lisa pulled her jeans off, leaving her only in her black underwear, which weren't anything particularly sexy. If anything they looked comfortable and fitting, but her body still made Chaeyoung strum with desire.