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“Oh, I hope we’ll see a blooper reel.” Lisa murmured, and Jean suspected she was speaking to herself with the way she was hunched over her phone and texting slowly, but she answered anyway.
“Why? You were there for all of it.”
Lisa looked up at her, pointedly caught Jean’s stare, and rolled her eyes.
“I want to watch you trip over that step again.” She smirked and Jean had to laugh at that.
“Funny. I could have injured myself, you know.” Jean raised her eyebrows as if she’d just made a lovely point.
Lisa didn’t agree. She threw her head back dramatically, hand over her heart. “Oh, poor action hero Jean Gunnhildr… injured on the set of a romance drama. A twisted ankle, she may never walk again.”
Jean shook her head, trying to purse her lips and hide her smile as Lisa put on the dramatics.
“You’re right. Then I would have been recast and who would you have spent all these last few months with? Not me.” Jean shrugged, looking back over her shoulder as they sat awaiting the host.
“Mm, that certainly would have been a disaster.” Lisa hummed softly, her theatrics forgotten as she tucked her phone away beneath her leg and placed all of her focus, laser-sharp and brilliant-eyed, on Jean alone. “I don’t think I’d have enjoyed the film nearly as much if you weren’t my opposite.”
Jean swallowed a little too heavily but managed to smile softly back, to take in Lisa’s overly kind words, she was such a wonderful person and she never hid it.
“Well thank you. I think… I would have had a much easier time with anyone else.” Jean grinned foolishly and Lisa reached out instantly to smack her shoulder weakly.
“Here I was, paying you a compliment and you had to ruin it.” Lisa shook her head in annoyance, pulled her phone back out, and pointedly turned her shoulder to Jean to continue her messaging.
“Who are you talking to?” Jean laughed and tapped her fingers against Lisa’s shoulder to bother her some more.
“Amber. We’re figuring out my dates for some… I don’t know, talk show? I’ve never heard of it.” She spoke so flippantly, her voice almost growing curt at the end.
“You know, Lisa…” Jean started, leaning her elbow on the arm of her chair to get closer to her. Lisa turned, one curious eyebrow raised, though the suspicion in her eyes was overly apparent. “Sometimes I forget that you’re just a few years older than me.”
Lisa’s eyes narrowed, the suspicion grew, flooded them. “Why?”
“Because you often sound older than my mother.” Jean couldn’t even get through her sentence before her smile overtook her face and then her laughter trilled in the air between them. Lisa scoffed and Jean thought she may have actually been offended.
“Don’t you dare compare me to your mother.” Lisa exclaimed.
Frederica Gunnhildr, retired actress and absolute pioneer of the big screen, had visited the set exactly once and Jean had been subject to Lisa’s pure confusion as to how they were related ever since.
“You would think that for being one of the great actors of her generation, she would learn how to fake a smile.” Lisa grumbled one of her usual complaints.
“I merely said you sound older than her, which is to say, you make remarks that make you sound like a very old lady. Often. Like oh, Jean, what does p-q-r-t mean on the twitter?” Jean mocked her, fluttering her eyelashes for better effect, in a way that Lisa absolutely did not do.
Lisa smiled though, her eyebrows high and a tight smile on her lips.
“You keep it up, Jean.” She said ominously and spared a wink for Jean which had her deliriously good mood plummeting at what Lisa could possibly do. Her deliriously good mood, of course, having been due to seeing Lisa again after a month apart as they came back together to continue the press tour for the movie they recently finished filming.
“I’m sorry, it was just a delight to see you today.” Jean admitted, softening Lisa just in the slightest. She twisted her lips though and looked back fondly at Jean before the host came to interrupt them and apologize for the wait.
“Alright! Let’s get started here, you’re all mic’d up, I’m ready, let’s do this!” She was enthusiastic and loud and smiled too widely. Jean steeled herself, acting mode engaged, as Barbara liked to say, and she knew Lisa did the same as they got comfortable and faced the host.
Her humor, her lightness, it faded with Lisa no longer the focus of her entire attention. Sure, she kept the charm, but Lisa Minci, award-winning drama actor, was the one who managed to get the best out of Jean, on and off the screen.
“Is this not together?” Lisa pointed in confusion to her phone and then glanced back and forth between hers and Jean’s.
“Hm, I don’t have that one. What is it?” Lisa shrugged and they both turned to look toward Kaeya and Amber who were texting rapid-fire on their phones.
“Amber? What’s this interview in three weeks?” Lisa asked, her pout heavy.
“Oh! Jean will be there.” Amber waved her off and answered her phone within precisely one millisecond of it ringing, and walked off.
“Jean, you’re actually a surprise guest. So, you’ll be together.” Kaeya confirmed and Lisa’s pout instantly disappeared.
“Perfect! I hate not having my leading lady around.” Lisa teased her, finger curling underneath Jean’s chin fondly.
“Leading? No, Lisa Minci is always the star.” Jean retorted quickly, placing her hand on Lisa’s back as they made their way through the back halls toward the exit.
Lisa laughed but made no move to disagree.
It was, of course, well known. Lisa had the experience. Jean was known for her action movies, the daring stunts that she so enjoyed doing herself despite the fact that her manager routinely asked her to stop.
Taking this role had been, one, a shock to most of the cinema world, and two, a risk. Jean wasn’t entirely certain how well suited she would be to something so drama-filled, so romance laden, and while she had romances in her own movies, they weren’t nearly so well-written.
Top that off with being cast opposite Lisa Minci and directed by the Lady Ningguang? Jean had actually felt sick her first day doing the table read, she had felt so out of her depth, so wrong for being there but Lisa had been nothing but kind and welcoming. She had put Jean at ease instantly and their chemistry had become a selling point of the movie teasers and promos.
And even beyond that, as they’ve been making their rounds through the press tour. It seemed fans were… devouring every little interaction they had together. Dissecting their looks toward each other, studying them, making videos and tweets and ‘here’s why they’re dating in secret’ theories.
It was all a bit much, though nothing Jean wasn’t necessarily unused to, being who she was. It was just… different, this time. Because any of those claims previously, with any of her other co-stars or screen romances, they were baseless.
Now though… Jean wondered how obvious she was.
“You know if we… do this, there’s no going back.” Lisa said quietly, the softest murmur of words that floated through the minuscule space between them.
“It’s far too late for that. From the day I met you, there has never been any other option.” Jean answered dourly, her eyebrows pulled together.
“Oh no, no my love, there is no other option.”
Lisa placed her hand over Jean’s cheek, her palm fitting to her jaw so easily, and Jean enveloped it with her own hand.
They leaned closer, slow and measured, eyes focused-
“Cut! Reset.” Ningguang cut the scene and swirled her hand in the air to signal another try.
“Oh, Ning! We were just getting to the good part.” Lisa pouted at her as Ningguang walked slowly through the set to join them on the couch they were taking up.
“If all goes well, the whole movie will be the good part, Lisa. Jean, you need to look more in love.” Ningguang instructed her casually. Just casually look more in love. Right.
Lisa gasped and Jean glanced to her.
“Have you managed to keep from falling in love with me? I’m clearly losing my touch, what do you think, Ning?”
“No, hardly. Such a strong action hero must be stubborn.” Ningguang smirked and fixed Jean’s hair quickly, setting a lock of strands back into place.
“Do you have suggestions for me, Ning?” Jean asked pointedly and rubbing the back of her neck before Ning smacked her hand away.
“Stop it, you’re not supposed to look dashingly disarrayed, sweetie.”
“Jean, look at me like you’re always waiting for me to speak first, and you know it’s going to be everything you’ve ever wanted to hear.” Lisa said, staring at Jean with startlingly clear eyes that flickered up and down between Jean’s eyes and lips.
Jean opened her mouth and then paused, she felt the quick jolt through her stomach, the flutters, and she shook her head. “Is that what you’re doing right now?” Jean clarified.
Lisa smirked and dropped her gaze. “Yes, what do you think?”
“Forgive me for thinking you fell for my charms for a moment.”
Lisa and Ning laughed and the crew was ready to go again. Ning patted each of them once.
“Follow Lisa’s lead, Jean. She’s the expert.” Ning winked and left them, back to her director’s chair and to call for them to go again.
“You’re doing so well, Jean. Don’t doubt yourself too much.” Lisa told her as they let two crew members fix their clothes and makeup.
“It’s certainly intimidating.”
“Working with me?” Lisa asked in shock.
“Of course. I’ve seen all your movies. I know how talented you are.” Jean shrugged and the crew left them and they were alone across from each other, in front of loads of people and cameras and lights.
“As are you. Just let all of yourself through, romances are about vulnerability.”
“Funny, actions aren’t.” Jean laughed.
“Setting!” Ning called, giving them just a few more moments to get back into character.
Lisa leaned in closer, getting into her place, and whispered with one last wink, “Don’t second guess yourself.”
“Rolling!”
And they slipped back into their scene and Jean couldn’t keep her eyes from Lisa’s lips, she couldn’t keep from hanging onto Lisa’s every word, and they all celebrated the incredible outcome of the scene and Jean smiled tightly.
“Comfortable?” Jean laughed as she looked at Lisa, sprawled out entirely in the back of the short limo.
“I am. Thank you for checking.” Lisa hummed, eyes closed, one arm hanging over the edge of the seat.
“Ah, wonderful. We can’t have you cranky for the interview.” Jean slid inside along the seat and nudged Lisa’s foot once.
“I do not get cranky.” Lisa blinked her eyes open only to roll them obviously at Jean.
“We’ve had two a.m. shoots together, Lisa. You can’t deny it, you can get cranky.” Jean pointed out as the car began moving again, jolting them into traffic and horns that were muffled well enough by the fancy car.
“Well we can’t all be perfect pictures of sunshine at every hour, Jean.” Lisa mumbled quietly.
“You think I’m a perfect picture of sunshine?”
“A real puppy, dearest.”
“You’re making fun of me.” Jean grumbled, pouting slightly, though she still held Lisa’s leg and lightly rubbed her calf.
“I am not. It’s the truth.” Lisa sighed and only seemed to get more comfortable.
“Well, your proclivity for crankiness is also the truth.”
“Proclivity? And she keeps digging the knife even deeper.”
Jean finally laughed loudly, endeared by their back and forth, eager to hear Lisa’s voice for as long as possible, but she couldn’t keep it up with breaking.
“At least you’re a cute cranky.”
“Oh?” Lisa sat up on her hands to look at Jean, a little too pointedly, a little too disarmingly and Jean shrugged.
“Well, sure.”
And Lisa kept smiling at her, kept unpeeling her defenses with her simple look, and Jean could only gulp. And then brace herself as the car came to an abrupt halt with horns honking all about. Lisa tumbled forward into Jean, practically sliding into her lap, but Jean braced her easily and held her in place to keep from slipping to the floor.
More honks sounded, at least one from their own car, and Jean had her hand on Lisa’s thigh firmly.
“Are you alright?” Jean asked softly and Lisa let out a little whine and cuddled into Jean, head on her shoulder.
“Thank you. You are quite a hero.” Lisa giggled and made no move to get off of Jean’s lap and so she essentially held her as they made their way to their interview.
The one thing that Jean would never get used to, was carpet appearances. They were bright and loud and pure chaos. And Jean Gunnhildr did not like chaos. Kaeya was at her side like a beacon, holding her phone and clutch and pointing her to each and every person she needed to smile at.
At least Jean actually liked how she looked this time. She hadn’t always gotten to wear her first choices. She was the ‘action hero’ and she enjoyed playing into that image, but stylists always pushed it toward sexier, appealing, eye-catching. Jean had worn a corset underneath a suit jacket last year.
She hated that one.
Here, now at their movie premiere, she was thrilled to wear a full tux and bow tie (though Kaeya had immediately pulled it apart and opened the neck of her shirt dramatically, but Jean wasn’t entirely against the look). In a deep royal blue that looked nearly black, with black leather shoes, and her favorite antique watch from her own personal collection that matched quite well.
She felt good, she felt happy, and Kaeya had assured her you look good enough to fall for! Jean rolled her eyes at him.
But still, they had an entire premiere to get through. The carpet and the photos first, the movie… the reception! Finally seeing how everyone reacted! That certainly had her nervous, but then… that was the end of it all.
No more Lisa. And now, it had been a few months since they’d last seen each other, Jean having moved onto a sequel of a previous action film while Lisa was going through promotional rounds for the award season.
They kept in touch but still, it was tonight and then done. Jean had some anxieties.
“Lisa and Amber should already be here, I think they’re just up ahead.” Kaeya muttered under his breath close to Jean’s ear. She nodded and flashed her practiced smile toward the cameras each time she heard her name.
“Jean! Jean, over here, please!” One of the bigger channel’s was calling for her and Jean sighed. More work, of course. It was always more work.
But Jean fixed her smile on and went to adjust her bow tie only for her hand to be slapped away by Kaeya.
“No touching.” He murmured, staring down at his phone.
“Right. What am I wearing again?” Jean whispered through her smile, and they stepped through the chaos of camera flashes, the precariously done up people that swarmed the carpet, the loud voices calling over one another.
Jean had answered so many questions that by the time she finally got into the movie theater, she felt it had been a mile-long journey.
The questions… she sighed heavily. Jean, the chemistry, chemistry, the chemistry!
That was all anyone wanted to talk about. And Ningguang loved it, Jean knew that. It was a great selling point of the movie if everyone who watched clips of it took away the intense chemistry between Jean and Lisa’s characters. But to Jean, it was far more than the characters.
Tonight… perhaps-
“Jean!” Her name was called happily and she spun on her heel to see Amber grinning at her and waving wildly.
Jean walked over smoothly, side-stepping various other guests and excited individuals, to get to Amber and hug her warmly.
“Hey, it’s good to see you. You look wonderful, Amber.” Jean smiled and looked around, a little obviously. But it was Amber, and Amber meant Lisa.
“She’s getting her makeup touched up.” Amber provided her helpfully. “You look great! Look at this, so very suave, Jean.” Amber nodded in approval and Jean laughed.
“Thank you, it was mostly Kaeya’s doing.”
“Yeah, that sounds right. Excited?”
“Sure, thus far it seems like it will get a good reception.” Jean shrugged. She always hid the nerves at premieres, but it was horrifying. What if it flopped? What if the third act was a let down? What if, what if, always a what if.
“It does! All the early reviews have been glowing!” Amber exclaimed. Jean smiled at her enthusiasm, Amber was always up to date on the business. Probably more so than Jean. “Oh! I see Kaeya and a few others, do you mind?”
“No, go ahead. Will Lisa be around here?”
“Yes, sorry. Just tell her I’m at an assistant's get-together.” Amber laughed but Jean paused her with a quick scoff.
“Assistants? No, life-savers, I think.” She smiled, Amber rolled her eyes, and Jean wondered how many mannerisms she picked up from being with Lisa for so long.
She watched Amber navigate her way through the crowd to find Keaya, tall and sticking out amongst the people, and then she tapped her foot in wait. Nerves crawled up her neck, her stomach was in knots, and she couldn’t quite figure out if it was for the movie or Lisa.
At this point, she could chalk it up to Lisa, probably. She felt similar flutters every time she got a new text from Lisa.
Ah, speaking of.
Jean spotted Lisa, finally, and couldn’t quite call out for her yet. She had exited some back room, looking absolutely resplendent in her deep blue dress, her hair down and wavy and loose, and her heels! She looked gorgeous, her makeup was perfect, her jewelry gleamed under the lights.
And then she was smiling right at Jean and making her way over.
“You couldn’t have said anything?” Lisa’s teasing voice, low and smooth, met Jean’s ears like rest to a weary traveler.
“My apologies, I was too captivated.” Jean answered in incredible honesty.
Lisa smiled, stopped just in front of Jean and hand already reaching out to tug at the collar of her shirt. “You look charming.”
“That’s all? I thought I always was.”
Lisa looked her over, slowly, it made Jean’s skin crawl in the most pleasant of ways, and her eyes settled back on Jean’s warmly.
“You look rakishly handsome, and like quite a bit of trouble.” She said slowly. The back of Jean’s neck flared with heat but she grinned anyway.
“Thank you. Lisa…” Jean took a drawn out breath and tried to sort through the jumble of words that came to mind to describe Lisa. A surely impossible feat, no? “You’re breathtaking, I’ve suddenly found that my words won’t do justice to how you look.”
Lisa suppressed a wide smile and shook her head, patting Jean’s shoulder softly. “Flirt.” She mumbled, and Jean’s eyes were entirely stuck on her, the awe that flooded her at the sight of Lisa still not yet abated.
“Never with you.” Jean murmured back, but the mood of the crowd changed from one of idle contentment to new motion, the tides sweeping toward the entrance into the screening rooms.
“Walk me?” Lisa asked softly, looking up through her lashes at Jean. She nodded as if hypnotized.
“Of course.” Jean held her arm out politely and let Lisa wrap her hands around her forearm before tucking close to her. “Ready?”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “I suppose. You’re at my side now, what could go wrong?”
Speeches were made, notably by Ningguang who was her usual prickly, yet praising self. She had thanked the crew and the cast and Lisa and Jean separately, hailing their performances for bringing her vision to life, and then they heard from the writer and then, finally, the movie.
Their movie. It was always strange to see herself on screen, and even stranger to see herself like that, but the big scenes, the ones Jean remembered and cherished closely, they were met with cheers and sniffles and excitement.
It was a beautiful movie, editing had done a wonderful job with it and it flowed so nicely. Jean may have teared up a bit, and Lisa was squeezing her hand harder and harder as the movie passed.
They had done something wonderful together, along with Ningguang who looked impossibly proud. When it ended, and the theater roared with applause that went on altogether too long, Jean stood and held her hand out to help Lisa up as well. To stand at the center of the applause along with Ningguang, to merely smile and glance to Lisa in deference, in exaltation for her performance.
If Jean had been asked about how she felt about her own performance based on what was on that screen, she wouldn’t have an answer.
She would say, oh, I’m not sure, I was busy watching Lisa.
She felt like she was always busy watching Lisa.
They moved on to the reception, food and drinks and milling about and blowing smoke up each other’s-
Well, it was nice to stick by Lisa’s side anyway. As with the movie, Jean was out of her depth in this particular crowd. Guests and journalists and staff and crew that were famed in the romance genre, in drama, not necessarily a place Jean dabbled.
She knew few, she clung to Lisa, a hand firm on her lower back as if Jean were the one guiding her, but no. No, Lisa pointed out who to speak to next, where to go, what this person did. Jean followed obediently, feeling much like arm candy. She laughed to herself at the thought. That didn’t sound like a bad career.
Follow Lisa around, complimenting her and smiling and laughing when looked at.
“What are you humoring yourself with?” Lisa murmured through the corner of her mouth as they approached a group of… someone’s. Jean was sure they were someone’s.
“Nothing, don’t you worry about it.” Jean answered back, smiling widely as they joined the group to great compliments on their work and performances and on and on.
Movie premiere’s were long. The prep, makeup and getting ready and getting there, the carpet for the pictures and interviews and then more pictures inside with the cast and crew and everyone having to look so beautiful.
The movie itself, followed by the reception… it was a lot of work.
It was also the culmination of months and months of work put together into a consumable one and a half hour movie. But still, Jean was tired. Jean was worn out, she had smiled at every single person in this room, no doubt. She was leaning heavily onto a high-top table, mostly finished glass of champagne in front of her as she traced figures against the base of the stem.
Kaeya had already left, you can handle yourself for the partying, he had said, and Jean watched the crowds die down a bit. It wasn’t exactly quiet, but the excitement had wilted and the evening had calmed everyone. Lulled them with the drinks and the heavy foods.
“Hey, you.” Lisa came up alongside Jean, placing her own glass on the table and leaning heavily against Jean’s shoulder.
She laughed lightly, quiet and soft so as not to jostle Lisa.
“Tired?”
“Oh yes, I can’t wait to get to bed and then sleep in until the afternoon tomorrow.” Lisa yawned, her nose scrunched slightly as she covered her mouth and Jean looked on fondly.
“Yes, I think that sounds nice.” Jean agreed quietly, reaching one hand out for her glass to drain the champagne.
“I’m sure you’ll sleep into the late, late hour of nine a.m., am I right?” Lisa teased her, finished off her own glass, and eyed out for another server.
“Later, Lisa. Come on, I was thinking… ten thirty, maybe?” Jean smiled. Lisa plucked another champagne glass from the tray of a passing server and took a small sip. “I might head home.” Jean winced as she spoke, more for her own benefit than Lisa’s. To end the night…
“Oh? Not enjoying yourself?” Lisa tilted her head and the kindest smile crossed her lips.
“It’s just not my usual crowd.” Jean shrugged.
“Right, and what do you do at your movie premieres?”
“Well, typically the movie is high action and intense so afterward, everyone lines up to punch each other.” Jean said seriously. Lisa’s laugh chimed in the air beautifully, mission accomplished, Jean thought.
“Of course, I’m not sure why I didn’t expect that.” Lisa shook her head and took another sip of her champagne before placing the glass down. She turned to face Jean, placed her hands on Jean’s biceps and looked up at her. “This was lovely, I hope you had fun working with me and Ningguang. I know it’s all so much but, I’m happy I got to work with you. Don’t be a stranger now, Jean. I expect to be friends.”
Jean swallowed heavily, Lisa’s kind green eyes peering into her own so warmly. “I’ll call, Lisa. I’m happy to have met you, and honored to have worked with you. Maybe we’ll get to do it again.” Jean smiled softly at the thought, wouldn’t that be something?
Lisa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jean’s shoulders, locked behind her neck and hugged her tightly. Jean hugged her back just as strongly, enveloped Lisa in her arms and dearly hoped she would see her soon.
“Have a nice night, Lisa. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.” Jean whispered. Lisa squeezed her tighter for a moment before letting go and slipping back to smile at her.
“You too, Jean. I’ll see you.”
And Jean left Lisa at the high-top table with her mostly full champagne as she headed toward the exit and for her driver. She was already pulling her jacket off and draping it over her arm, ready for the whole night to end. As much as she wished it didn’t have to, it always was going to. It was inevitable.
Jean paused as soon as she stepped out of the doors of the theater, though. Her thoughts were buzzing, rampant with what ifs, it was always the what ifs.
She paused because she felt as if she was at a crossroads. It was… the end of this movie process, this movie that she’d seen to fruition alongside Lisa. It was the end of the night.
A crossroads, but not necessarily a point of no return, because it was Lisa, and Jean doubted Lisa was that type of person, but Jean had a choice to make and she knew if she didn’t at that moment she would always regret it.
And then her phone buzzed. Stuffed in the inside breast pocket of her suit jacket, Jean pulled it out after searching through the jacket for a moment.
You should have asked me home with you
Simple, clear, exactly how Jean felt. That was it, a choice was made despite there never having been options, but she knew everything at that moment.
Jean turned on her heel and stepped toward those doors again and-
“You can’t go in that way. This is the exit.”
A security officer stepped in Jean’s way and paused her.
“No I just came out, I just left but I need to get back in for only a minute.” Jean explained, feeling antsy like she had a timer at the back of her neck slowly heating her up with every missed second.
“This is the exit. You can go back to the entrance.”
Jean carded through a handful of desperate thoughts and was ashamed to say one of them was don’t you know who I am? But instead she turned and ran, more of a jog really since she was in a suit and very stiff leather shoes, but she quickly made it back around the building and ignored the paps and found the entrance.
Jean may have looked a bit unhinged as she ripped the doors open and passed by the various staff working the entrance but she finally, blessedly stepped back into the premiere party and it was like a spotlight was on Lisa for her.
Still standing at that high-top table with a fresh flute of champagne swirling around in her fingers, it was as if the room parted for Jean to find her.
Her bare back on display in that breathtaking dress and legs crossed at her ankles as she stood leaning against the table, Jean gained a bit of tunnel vision as she made her way closer. She was almost certain someone tried to speak with her and she simply could not hear them.
Inches away, Jean reached out to slip her hand over the small of Lisa’s back and curl around her shoulder.
Lisa startled only momentarily, glancing over her shoulder and softening instantly at the sight of Jean.
“I don’t think you need this.” Jean placed her other hand on Lisa’s with the champagne flute and slipped it from her fingers. Lisa let her take it and place it down.
“No? Why not?” Lisa smiled softly and turned in Jean’s arms to face her.
“I have better champagne at home.” Jean said pointedly.
“That’s remarkably expensive champagne, Jean.”
“Okay, no I don’t. Come home with me anyway.”
Jean felt that their eyes had been locked forever, had she ever seen anything that wasn’t Lisa Minci? Probably not, and she didn’t even care.
Lisa nodded and took Jean’s hand, the one still poised above the table after setting her glass down.
“I would love to.”
Jean draped her jacket over Lisa’s shoulders, she didn’t need to, it wasn’t cold out, but she wanted to, and then led her back through to the exit where her driver should have been waiting.
The drive to Jean’s home was quiet, tense with some kind of palpable atmosphere as they approached something new and… maybe not necessarily unexpected. Lisa had cuddled up against Jean’s shoulder and closed her eyes almost immediately, and Jean could smell the hairspray in Lisa’s hair.
Her own had some as well, to keep it lively, she had been told. As much as she liked dressing up and looking lovely for an evening, the undressing part was a disgusting mess.
“How much hairspray do you have in there?” Jean asked quietly, accepting Lisa’s offered clutch to store away on the entryway table as they entered Jean’s home.
“Two full cans, I fear.” Lisa said miserably, and Jean smiled back.
“You can shower, if you’d like.” She whispered, looking Lisa over. She stood in Jean’s entryway, those high heels, that gorgeous form-fitting dress, Jean’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders. The lights were low, it was so late and they were both tired after a long day, but still, Lisa looked perfect. She looked like she belonged, and that was the thought that had Jean gulping heavily.
“That might be nice.” Lisa hummed softly, and she turned on her heels and looked over her shoulder at Jean, fingers plucking at the lapels of the jacket. Jean stepped closer and gently slipped it from her shoulders to hang up.
“You can shower, and then borrow a change of comfortable clothes and we can… chat?” Jean suggested. Lisa shrugged, still facing away from her, and bent forward to undo her shoes. “I can do that.” Jean hurried, eyes wide, hands already reaching for her.
Lisa stood upright slowly, languid as she turned back to face Jean with interest in her eyes. Everything was going slow to Jean, the late hour, the fatigue from the day, they were lethargic and easing into whatever this was, and they were doing it at a snail’s pace.
And Jean didn’t even mind. She liked it, almost. She liked how reverent it felt to kneel before Lisa and trail fingers down her ankles, working at the tiny buckles of the straps as Lisa lifted her foot from the floor slightly. She liked the silent hum of her home, faint appliances whirring, ac blasting, the jingling of Lisa’s jewelry.
It seemed like the most ordinary of things, yet Jean had Lisa standing before her and that made it like magic. Like a dream that played out too slowly and Jean feared she would wake up far too soon.
But maybe she wasn’t awake yet as she slipped Lisa’s other heel off and left her barefoot with a hand heavy on Jean’s shoulder. And surely it was still a dream because Jean looked up and couldn’t believe she had Lisa staring down at her like that, dark eyes and a smile that could move mountains.
“Shower with me?” Lisa whispered under her breath.
Jean stood and nodded and wished that Lisa would keep speaking to her. Smooth voice, melodic and heavy, made only huskier with the late hour, after the champagne and the hundreds of people they’d exchanged words with.
Lisa’s hands found Jean’s undone bow tie, tugging at the ends and twirling them within her fingers. They shared a breath between them, close enough to touch, but Lisa slipped that bow tie off and dropped it to the floor.
“Lead the way.” She hummed, her smile had softened to something calmer. More peaceful, as if she felt what Jean felt in that moment. That they were simply existing in a way that should have been so banal, yet together, it was anything but.
Jean led Lisa into her home, from the entryway and then upstairs to her bedroom. Well, just outside of her bedroom.
“Did you want to-” Jean started, and couldn’t quite get through her sentence before Lisa was shushing her with a soft finger against her lips.
“Come now, Jean. Let’s shower.” Lisa sighed and slipped her arms around Jean’s waist, pressing into her, close and warm. Jean didn’t hesitate to hold her just as tightly, in the dark of her hallway, swaying gently in the silence. Jean swept her hand up and down Lisa’s bare back, she felt how Lisa’s body melted and reformed against her in comfort.
“Right, just shower.” Jean breathed out, leaning her nose down to brush against the crown of Lisa’s head, the stickiness of her hairspray apparent once more. “Hairpins?”
“In the back, mostly.” Lisa hummed against Jean’s neck, briefly tucked in as close as possible, before pulling away and watching Jean patiently lead her once more.
It may seem strange, but Jean loved her master bathroom. It was large, two sinks along a wide counter, a massive shower with faucets along the wall and the ceiling, and a big jacuzzi-sized tub. It was the most comforting place to be after an award show, where she stripped herself back to just Jean, instead of action hero Jean Gunnhildr.
And Jean was pleased to share that with Lisa as well.
“Let me see.” She ushered Lisa into the bathroom, the warm overhead lights casting yellow hues over them, and Lisa turned and tilted her head forward to allow Jean to pick through her hair for the bobby pins. “This must have taken hours.”
“It certainly did.”
“I’m sorry.” Jean smiled softly, her own getting-ready wasn’t quick, exactly, but she wasn’t anywhere near as glamorous as Lisa. She found pin after pin, tugging them gently from Lisa’s hair and making a small pile next to the sink before she was satisfied and Lisa shrugged at the amount they’d collected. “And this?” Jean fingered the clasp of her short necklace, the one that hugged her neck tightly and fell within the hollow of her throat.
“Yes, please.” Lisa whispered, like anything louder would see all of this vanish.
Jean undid the clasp and slipped it above Lisa’s head, placing the necklace down next to the pins.
“Next?” She prompted, her hand settling low on Lisa’s back, just before the cut of her dress.
Lisa sighed and lolled her head to the side, just slightly, and Jean licked her lips at the sight.
“The dress, I suppose.”
A zipper on the side just beneath her arm that went all the way down to her hip. Jean gripped it between thumb and forefinger easily, and dragged slowly.
“And the tape, of course.” Lisa grumbled.
“Oh, I am sorry for that.” Jean winced. So much went into this look, and more went into ensuring this look didn’t… slip. So to speak.
“Great lengths… and whatnot.” Lisa waved her hand and smiled at Jean through the mirror. Her dress loosened with the slow pull of Jean’s hand on the zipper, spilling open and revealing more and more of her.
Lisa didn’t bother with any type of modesty. Why would she? Not now. She let it slip from her body and pool on the floor, and Jean fleetingly wondered how much that dress cost.
But that thought didn’t linger long because Lisa was before her in just a thin pair of nude-colored panties, staring at Jean through the mirror, breasts entirely on display. Jean’s breath caught as she stared back, as she took all of Lisa in. Her shoulders, her back, her ass just in front of Jean, and through the mirror, oh all the rest of her.
Those piercing eyes sent a shudder through Jean, but she still managed to place her fingertips against the pieces of tape that were left along Lisa’s lower back and ribs.
“I implore you to be gentle, please.” Lisa teased softly. At this point, Jean knew it didn’t even matter what Lisa saw, or how obvious Jean was. She shut her eyes and blew out a slow breath at the sound of Lisa’s voice, shutting out her striking eyes, her, because all of those things together were just a bit overwhelming.
Jean hadn’t really prepared for her.
“I will.” Jean promised, opening her eyes once more and focusing on the double-sided tape that ensured Lisa’s dress didn’t become too revealing. It was remarkably secure tape… therefore remarkably painful to pull off.
“Fast or slow?” Jean asked, belatedly realizing her words.
But Lisa smiled wolfishly through the mirror, her own hands settling on the counter in front of her. “Fast.”
Jean had the edge of one piece of tape between her fingers, she watched Lisa through the mirror, and she ripped it, fast. Lisa winced and groaned pathetically and Jean went rapid-fire through five pieces of tape. Lisa was left a sad and pouting mess afterward, head hung low, her back mottled with angry red marks from the tape.
“I’m sorry.” Jean whispered, soothing her hands over each spot. Lisa’s skin was smooth and warm and Jean stepped closer, palms flattening over Lisa’s body and slipping around her waist. “All done.”
Lisa sighed and leaned back against her, hands settling over Jean’s, skin on skin on skin and warmth entangling them both.
“Thank you.” She said, eyes closing, smile softening. Jean simply dipped her head lower, nosing along Lisa’s cheek, her jaw, down her neck where she still smelled so strongly of her perfume.
Maybe later they would find the words to explain this, to define what they were, but that wasn’t needed yet. Not when it was obvious between them, hands and looks that always lingered, touches that were savored and sought out.
“Your turn.” Lisa let out a gentle laugh, she tapped Jean’s hand once, but she still accepted how Jean huddled in on her, head tucked low and nosing at her neck. She accepted the way Jean stepped forward, trapping her against the counter as her hands grew heavier on Lisa’s waist.
Lisa turned her face toward Jean, nose brushing Jean’s hair, and she reached back to tug at the collar of her shirt. Jean felt how Lisa pushed back against her, wiggling her hips against Jean’s before she was given enough space to spin around and dig her fingers into Jean’s shirt.
It wasn’t exactly what Jean had been going for, she had been simply unable to resist Lisa as she was before her, but this was quite nice too. Lisa’s naked body, arched back against the bathroom counter and hands tugging Jean closer until they were nearly sealed together, Jean looming over Lisa like something inevitable.
That was the look, Jean realized. The way Lisa looked up at her, bottom lip between her teeth and lidded eyes flickering back and forth over Jean’s, that was the look that she had absolutely mastered for the camera. And here it was, for Jean alone.
Jean huffed what little breath was left in her lungs. She felt Lisa gasp, and then there was a rather quick and ferocious collision of their lips together. Jean had Lisa’s hips tight beneath her hands, winding around her waist and holding her dearly and Lisa held her shirt like she was trying to rip it apart.
They kissed in a clash of lips and tongue, teeth clicking together in eagerness, warmth exploding between their bodies. Jean felt how Lisa pulled at her, tugged her closer despite being impossibly close already.
They kissed and Jean felt Lisa’s hand snaking in through the opening of her shirt, trying to undo buttons and failing in her hurry. Jean pressed closer, into space that didn’t exist and simply pushed Lisa back onto the counter. She hissed at the cold of the granite counter against her skin, breaking their kiss.
Jean watched as she settled onto the countertop, knees wide, mouth open, and it was all over from there, really. Choices, but it was funny because there weren’t any. Never, with Lisa. It was an all-encompassing fate that Jean never had a chance to defy. Not that she would ever want to.
Jean slipped between Lisa’s knees and slid her hand around Lisa’s back, low and teasing over her skin. She inhaled deeply against Lisa’s neck, nosing at her. Kissing her jaw, tasting the sweat and perfume on her neck. She fingered at the waistband of Lisa’s underwear, testing her, questioning.
Lisa laughed, throaty and low, a hum from within her chest that Jean heard so easily. “Right here, then? I don’t suppose you’d let me walk away, even just to your shower.”
“No.” Jean responded, guttural and quick, before sealing her lips over Lisa’s neck and sucking gently, tongue flicking out to caress the skin between her teeth.
Lisa hummed again, quiet and just into Jean’s ear as she pressed her lips lazily to wherever she could reach Jean. Hands clutched at Jean’s hair, her shirt, lower and swarming and tugging, as if Lisa couldn't decide what she wanted.
Lisa’s hand dug into Jean’s shoulders tightly, nails biting through her shirt, and Jean paused.
“Unless you really do want to shower first?” Jean asked, hands stilling over Lisa’s mostly naked body on her bathroom countertop.
“Well, I was concerned for your knees on this tiled floor but… I suppose I’ll take anything.” Lisa smiled slowly as Jean took a moment to comprehend her words. To let them wash over her in a wave of heat that had her eyes fluttering at the thought.
“Oh, we can get to that later.” Jean smiled and slid her hand up along Lisa’s back, curling at the nape of her neck and dipping in to kiss her soundly. Lisa laughed into the kiss, though it trailed off into a groan as Jean slipped her tongue between Lisa’s lips.
Underwear still in place, Jean leaned into the kiss and dragged her hands down along Lisa’s body, tickling at her ribs, pausing to swipe thumbs over nipples. Oh archons her breasts! The things Jean wanted to do at that very moment were many, to lick and kiss Lisa’s breasts, squeeze them, suck on them, bury her face between them. But still, Jean was so aware of the growing dampness on Lisa’s underwear, how her knees bracketed Jean tightly, nudging her every so often.
Urging her. Jean wanted to touch Lisa everywhere-
“There’s time for that later, no?” Lisa teased her, fingers curling against the nape of Jean’s neck and plucking lightly at her hair. Jean had paused, hands framing Lisa’s breasts and slowly kneading them, thumbing stiffening nipples.
Jean had been caught. “Mm, yes.” She conceded, true enough. Hadn’t she just said so herself? Maybe not tonight though… it was late. So Jean simply crawled her fingers along Lisa’s back to caress her as her other hand fell lower. Teasing Lisa’s waistband before swiping her fingers against Lisa’s cunt. Through her underwear, wet and warm, Lisa gasped lightly. Her ankles locked behind Jean’s back, they fit together like a puzzle as Lisa clung to Jean and let herself be touched.
Jean quickly forewent that particular… foreplay, and slipped her fingers inside of Lisa’s underwear eagerly. She spread Lisa’s folds, felt her opening and coated her fingers, spreading the slickness around as Lisa’s breaths grew heavier against Jean’s ear. Lisa’s hands buried into Jean’s shirt, squeezing what she could to hold on, fisting fabric tightly.
Jean nuzzled at Lisa’s neck and jaw, and gently circled two fingers over Lisa’s clit. Slow and easing into it as Lisa sighed and her body twitched with the touches. Jean liked how Lisa fidgeted with every circling motion she made, how her thighs tightened and her heels dug into Jean’s back.
She liked feeling that, feeling Lisa’s reactions. She focused on that, and how her fingers slipped so easily over Lisa. Jean rubbed against the hood of Lisa’s clit, circled around it and gently nudged underneath it. Lisa sighed and huffed against her, a small jolt ran through her body and her knees squeezed Jean’s hips.
“Do you want more?” Jean asked softly, a murmur of her voice and a brush of her lips against Lisa’s sweat-coated neck.
She mumbled something, but Jean felt the nod against her.
“Yes?” Jean asked again, teasing her, spreading her fingers and sliding through Lisa’s folds with ease.
She let out a wonderful moan right into Jean’s ear, but she nodded again. “More.” Lisa begged.
Jean sunk her hand lower, so slick and heated, and fingered at Lisa’s opening with the tip of her finger.
“More!” Lisa was already gasping, already ordering Jean for more than that. Jean nipped at her neck and sucked harshly as she worked one finger inside of Lisa, sliding in, adding the second one so easily. Lisa groaned and loosed the prettiest of noises, her nails biting into Jean’s neck.
“Mhm, more…” Lisa begged once more, her voice high and tight, as tight as her grip on Jean. More, Jean bowed her head lower against Lisa, practically falling into her and clutching at her back as she worked a third finger into her, dragging out of her opening and then slipping them back inside of her.
Jean’s knuckles hurt against the countertop, but it also gave her excellent leverage to thrust into Lisa. She continued lapping at Lisa’s neck, peppering kisses and licks, bites and nips against her delicate skin. Skin that would no doubt be blemished before their night was even finished.
She curled her fingers, buried within Lisa’s heat, arousal coating her knuckles, and worked her fingers again and again. Curling and fluttering, she felt Lisa shift and buck into her hand, her harsh breaths grew more desperate and pleading.
Lisa’s head fell heavier against Jean, her body more limp and pliant, though her heels still dug into Jean’s back almost painfully. That, and her hands, clinging to Jean to keep herself upright.
Jean smiled against Lisa’s neck, she sucked a bruise into the skin at the junction of her shoulder and flickered her fingers back and forth before thrusting them in deeply. Harsh against Lisa’s cunt, Jean tried to fit her palm in the vicinity of Lisa’s clit to give her more, as she had been so eagerly crying for.
Lisa moaned and gasped, her body felt like electricity against Jean, heat and jolting motions that rocked through her. Lisa rolled her body with every thrust from Jean, enthusiastically meeting her and letting out breathy little gasps.
The bathroom filled with quiet and frantic sounds, Lisa’s breaths that were pulled from her, Jean’s light grunts of exertion, her hand, grinding into Lisa’s cunt and clit. Jean’s hand was slick, her wrist ached from the odd angle, but she felt the trembles that rolled through Lisa’s body.
How her back tensed and she pressed her face more firmly into Jean’s shoulder. Her legs, clasped around Jean’s hips, felt like they were thrumming with movement, tensing and releasing again and again as Lisa shook.
Lisa mumbled and sighed, she let out words of praise and encouragement, words of pure pleasure, her distracted voice coiling in the bathroom along with the rest of their actions. Jean simply clung to her, held her up, and filled her again and again. She curled her fingers and pressed against Lisa’s muscle, she ground her knuckles against Lisa’s entrance to stretch her, just lightly, and she wiggled the base of her thumb into Lisa’s clit. Just in case she still needed more.
It was about the only part of their night that was frantic, it seemed. Slow and sultry before all of this, but Lisa was so close and she was crying out with her pleasure cresting. She dug her nails into Jean’s shoulders and hung from her, one hand wrapping around Jean’s nape as she buried her face against Jean’s neck. Her breath was hot against Jean’s sweat-coated skin, and Lisa trembled and shook in her arms.
Jean felt it all through Lisa’s body, how her muscles were firing in rapid twitches, her cunt was contracting against Jean’s fingers. And the noises she made were like music, Jean thought. They were sweet and pleasured, breathy and heady, Jean closed her eyes to listen, her hand busy between Lisa’s legs while her other one held her close and caressed her back.
Lisa moaned and gasped into Jean’s neck and her legs clamped around Jean like a vice as her hips bucked nearly off of the counter. Her walls fluttered and Jean felt more slick wetness coating her knuckles, her fingers squeezed within Lisa. She curled them a few more times, eased her palm so as not to overstimulate Lisa, and slowed as Lisa’s gasps abated.
Lisa sighed and huffed against her, once again doing nothing more than clinging to Jean and her shirt, their bodies sweaty and warm in the now-stuffy bathroom.
They leaned against each other, soothed under the quiet, until Jean tried to card her fingers through Lisa’s hair and simply became tangled in the stiff hair-sprayed strands. She tugged Lisa’s head back slightly and Jean winced in apology.
“Sorry.” Jean breathed against Lisa’s forehead as she dropped a quick kiss.
“Perhaps we should… shower now. I’d like my hair not to feel like a straw nest.” Lisa laughed softly, slipping her hand inside of Jean’s shirt to settle against her chest, thumb swirling soothingly.
“Yes, that sounds nice.” Jean smiled and stepped back, instantly wishing she could forget those words because Lisa was languidly leaning back against the counter, eyes dark and lips parted, looking absolutely breathtaking in a way that was so very different from earlier.
Jean swallowed heavily and shook her head just once, blowing out a stiff breath at the sight.
Lisa smiled, reading Jean’s thoughts. “You’ve already had me, you can be patient.” Lisa murmured, fingers finding the buttons of Jean’s shirt and flicking them open easily. She untucked it and left it open before working on Jean’s belt and pants. She was quick, far quicker than Jean had been, though Jean’s outfit was, once again, not quite like Lisa’s.
“Honestly, I’m envious.” Lisa laughed, slipping from the counter to shove Jean’s pants down to pool at her ankles embarrassingly. She felt a little silly, but Lisa simply slid her hands across Jean’s shoulders to tug her shirt away next.
“Perhaps you can wear a suit next time.” Jean smiled, letting the shirt slip from her arms and flutter to the floor.
“And you in a dress?” Lisa raised an eyebrow, a cute smile on her lips as she pressed closer to Jean to kiss her jaw. She worked at the back of Jean’s bra, once again making quick work of it, and they were finally in matching dress. Just underwear. Though… Lisa’s were rather a mess.
“Would you like that?” Jean laughed quietly, hands finding Lisa’s hips once more, fingers tickling and scratching at her skin for something to do.
“Mm, we’ll see. Stop pawing at me and get my shower started.” Lisa teased, but she made no move away from Jean. But, yes, Jean did want to shower, to be free of the reminders of the day.
She strolled across her bathroom floor and stepped within the large shower to turn on the faucet. Warm, not too hot. She let it run and closed the shower door, looking at Lisa with a smile.
“Let me grab towels, and perhaps a bathrobe? Would that interest you?” Jean offered. Lisa lounged against the counter, palms down as she leaned back and watched Jean. She nodded simply. “Alright, give me just a moment.”
By the time Jean returned with her towels and a robe (and had folded and draped the rather expensive clothing they had worn that day), Lisa was already in the shower. Evidenced by the little pair of ruined underwear left on the floor.
Jean saw those and took a deep breath, entirely unsure why she was just now feeling nervous. As if they hadn’t been naked in front of each other, as if they hadn’t simply fallen into each other’s arms with little prompting, as if she hadn’t fingered Lisa already.
She shook it off, it wasn’t a night for nerves, Jean supposed. She kicked off her own underwear and opened the door to the shower, stepping into the steam to see Lisa’s bare back, hair drenched and cascading along her shoulders, water raining down on her from above.
Jean licked her lips and was already reaching for Lisa, fingertips tickling at her back as she stepped closer, molding against her, feeling the spray of the shower and Lisa’s heated body against her.
Lisa laughed, throaty and humorous and Jean savored the sound. But Lisa didn’t let Jean linger.
“Wash my hair?” Lisa hummed, leaning back into Jean’s hands and body once more.
“Of course.” Jean murmured. Well, Jean may have lingered longer than necessary, stroking her hands up and down Lisa’s body, fingers splayed and palms flat as she caressed wet skin and felt Lisa’s hips and stomach, higher past her ribs and then to cup her breasts. Jean sighed into Lisa’s neck, her face hot from the water and the steam that was building, and she tweaked Lisa’s nipples between her fingers as she kneaded her breasts.
Lisa sighed and lolled her head against Jean, nudging at her jaw and nuzzling into her. Jean probably could have lost herself there if Lisa’s hair wasn’t scratchy and wet, so she rolled Lisa’s nipples between her fingers once more, and turned around to find her shampoo.
“I hope you don’t mind my products.” Jean murmured, flipping the top open, squirting the shampoo into her palm.
“Not at all. Will I smell as sweet as you always do?” She laughed gently, peeking over her shoulder at Jean and winking. Beads of water droplets clung to her lashes like a spider web after rain, and for whatever reason, it gave Jean pause, a sudden need to behold her beauty, true and naked before her.
“Jean?”
“Mm, I apologize. You really do make me… forget everything sometimes.” Jean smiled charmingly, stepping closer to Lisa and placing her shampoo filled hands in her hair.
“You really are a charming flirt, my darling Jean.” Lisa sighed and slumped her body pleasurably, Jean’s hands scratching and lathering into her scalp.
“With you as my leading lady, I can’t see any other course of action.” Jean murmured, a goofy smile on her face as she rinsed her hands underneath the flow of the shower.
Lisa stepped away with a laugh, stepping underneath the water and letting it rinse suds down her body. Foamy and bubbling, the soap ran down her breasts, over nipples and lower, dipped into her belly button, and ran in rivulets down her legs as it was all washed away. Jean watched avidly, hands glued to Lisa in one way or another.
They went through the motions of stripping the day's exhaustion from their bodies, the physical evidence of who they were to the public washing away with the shower water. Conditioner in Lisa’s hair, she worked her hands through Jean’s next, silky soft strands growing clean under the shampoo.
They rinsed their hair and soaped their bodies, hands wandering each other in exploration thinly veiled as assistance. Lisa had curled around Jean’s body to soap her back, her thighs, her ass, and quickly became distracted.
“Archons Jean, I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to someone's back before…” Lisa muttered, her nails tracing the delineations of muscle, tickling her skin.
“Most of my contracts require me to stay in shape so…” Jean shrugged, tilting her face under the spray of water as Lisa continued to examine her. Jean smiled beneath the water raining down on her, feeling Lisa’s hands pressing into her, framing her hips, pushing her?
And Lisa was plastering herself to Jean, hands coiling around her body to scrape against her firm stomach, to trail higher over her ribs. Jean was pressed forward until she met the cold tile of the shower wall, hands pressing against it lazily, and Lisa tipped her forehead against Jean’s nape with a kiss to the notches of her spine.
“Indulge me?” Lisa whispered, taking liberties with her nails, digging and scraping over Jean’s skin and shooting jolts through her. Jean huffed a laugh, it sounded pathetic and eager.
Lisa palmed Jean’s breasts, slippery and smooth over freshly cleaned skin, she pinched Jean’s nipples and made her back arch, pressing Jean’s body into the cold tiles as goosebumps burst over her skin. Lisa nipped at Jean’s shoulder, teeth sunk into her trapezius muscle, hot tongue lazily dragging over her.
Jean groaned and pressed her cheek against the wall, it was a wild combination of heat at her back and cold tile at her front, but she was aching between her legs and Lisa was taking her time getting there. She was pinching Jean’s nipples still, rolling them gently between finger and thumb, hands so insistent in feeling as much of Jean as possible.
“Lisa…” Jean hissed her name and was met with a breathy laugh that ghosted across her back, only serving to make Jean groan more.
Jean arched her breasts into Lisa’s hands and fingers, nearly pinning them against the wall but Lisa didn’t mind, she didn’t slow in her ministrations on Jean’s skin.
“Hmm.” Lisa hummed a faint noise, a confirmation, a judgment, in the lightest of ways. Jean could feel her humor, how Lisa’s chest rumbled against her back. Jean pouted, her brows drawn so close together in her despair, but still, she felt Lisa laugh.
“Did I make you wait?” Jean grumbled, and Lisa pinched her nipples hard, and she dragged nails down her breasts and her ribs and abs, and she did that hard too, and Jean jolted at the lines being etched into her.
“Yes, my dear, you did. You made me wait for months.” Lisa stood on her tiptoes and held onto Jean, murmuring into her ear and pecking her cheek just once. “But I suppose you make a fair point.”
Lisa’s hand dipped between Jean’s spread legs and harshly swiped between her cunt, between curls and lips, insistent against her clit for just a moment as Jean gasped desperately over the sound of the shower spray. Her eyes squeezed shut, her muscles tensed, she waited for Lisa to do it again.
But she didn’t.
Instead, Lisa gripped Jean’s thigh tightly and then Jean felt Lisa’s other hand behind her, bumping against her, doing something but nothing for Jean.
Nothing, until her fingers were settling over Jean’s clit once more, the water streaming down their bodies letting Lisa slip gentle circles over it with ease, filling Jean with hints of pleasure and excitement. But Lisa’s other hand, that was the surprise. Because she curled her arm beneath Jean’s shoulder and pressed wet fingers to Jean’s lips, prodding at her until Jean opened her mouth.
And Lisa’s fingers were not wet from the shower, Jean learned, as she closed her lips around them and swallowed the sharp taste of Lisa’s pleasure. Jean moaned around her fingers, swallowed them deeper, tongue lashing over them as Lisa rubbed more frantic circles against her clit. Jean curled her fingers over Lisa’s wrist, holding her hand in place against her chest, sucking her fingers as she rolled her hips in time with Lisa’s other hand.
Jean was certain the shower was growing colder, the water heater working overtime with how long they’ve been… enjoying themselves here. She was certain it didn’t matter because Lisa was all over her, against her back, hands everywhere that mattered, lips at her neck, it was pure bliss and Jean was nearing her tipping point.
Lisa’s fingers slipped over her clit expertly, rubbing up and down, flattening her hand and grinding against Jean hard enough to have her moaning around the fingers in her mouth. Lisa tugged that hand away and Jean let her drag nails down her lip and chin for a moment, chasing them only briefly before Lisa’s hand was once again bumping against Jean’s ass.
Jean rocked her hips, her hand pressing into the wall as she rolled her body against it, tiles shooting cold through her that mingled with her pleasure. Lisa’s hand curled back around her body and then again, Jean had slick fingers ready and waiting, and she took them between her lips eagerly to taste Lisa once more.
Her taste filled Jean’s mouth and she moaned, she savored it, and not for the first time tonight, she wished she had taken Lisa to her bed and laid her down and worshiped between her thighs for hours.
Her own thighs clenched at the thought, itching to clamp closed on Lisa’s wrist as she continued toying with Jean’s clit, as her fingers curled against Jean’s cunt and tongue in matching rhythmic motions. Jean moaned and cried and stuttered against the wall, Lisa’s breasts pressing into her back, their bodies soaked as shower spray hit them time and time again.
It was mind-numbing to have Lisa touching her in so many ways, in so many places, her pleasure split and building between each caress and press. She was quivering against the wall, hand clenching and unclenching against still tile, closer and closer as Lisa rolled her hips in time with Jean’s in a sensual dance.
Jean moaned around fingers, muffled and quiet and drowned out entirely by the water, and Lisa sucked a kiss to her shoulder, biting on muscle and delicate skin to suck a blemish into her. Jean cried out, mouth open and jaw dropped as Lisa pressed her fingers down against her tongue, eager to keep them there.
She was at that edge that felt so fucking perfect, her belly full of nerves and her limbs tingling in wait, she was close and she was ready and Lisa pressed two fingertips gently to the base of her clit and rubbed beautifully, fast and frantic, and those nerves exploded through Jean’s body.
She cried out a loud moan, keening and gasping, that was heard over the shower, over the sounds of their wet bodies sliding together, the water pattering against the floor. Jean bucked her hips forward, painfully harsh against the wall and Lisa’s wrist pinned between them, her muscles locking and firing in motion as she followed her rolling waves of pleasure.
Jean gasped when it became too much, sensitivity flooding her body, Lisa’s fingers pressing too hard. She twitched and pushed back from the wall, only slightly, enough for Lisa to wiggle her hands free and drag them all over Jean’s body, touches and kisses peppering her back and shoulders.
“Fuck…” Jean panted as she pressed her forehead against the wall now, her new favorite wall, perhaps.
Lisa hummed a low laugh, gentle and tired, Jean could hear it. “Let’s get you rinsed down once more.” Lisa muttered, and Jean nodded as she remained leaning against the wall for much needed support for a few moments longer.
Jean’s face was buried between Lisa’s breasts, she smelled of the faint peppermint soap Jean was so fond of, her arms wrapped around Lisa’s waist as Lisa read in a soothing voice from the book she had found on Jean’s bedside table. A romance novel, sappy and heart wrenching, and one of Jean’s guilty pleasures. Lisa had been absolutely delighted when she picked it up, smiling at Jean in surprise.
“So the romance genre does fit you…”
Jean had blushed and crawled into bed to let Lisa read to her, fingers carding through her wet hair as Lisa held the book in her other hand and sat back against pillows. They lay together well into the early morning hours, letting their hair dry and spending as much time together as possible before letting sleep take them.
They awoke at noon, and Jean had grumbled and felt horrible and groggy because of the hour, but Lisa had curled even tighter around her and clung to her, keeping her in bed for just a bit longer. They had just finished a rather beautiful project together after all, and now that they were just Jean and Lisa, no longer an action hero or an award-winner, they deserved the rest.