Chapter Thirteen

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

13 •••

   You can't help but take constant glances at Jennie's dress designers, who sit on the couches in extremely long patience for the Princess to come and prep for the event.

They've been waiting for three hours, and it has been three hours too long since you should have gone up to Jennie's quarters and knock on her door.

But as you nitpick your straightened hair and diamond accessories in front of your vanity, you tell yourself she'll be down in any minute now.

Jisoo enters the lounge, now dressed in her sleek primrose gown, elegant as ever. You're about to compliment her beauty as she approaches, but when she notices the slugged designers, she appears agitated.

"Rosie, where is she?" she asks in hushed tones.

"She'll be here." you respond coolly.

"She was supposed to be here at three o'clock- guests are to arrive in forty-five minutes."

You look at the designers again and they seem desperate to hear what you and Jisoo are discussing.

"Aren't you going to check on her?" she asks.

You think not.

Jennie doesn't want to see you. She made it very clear this morning even in her blank state of mind. Even intoxicated, she has no tolerance for you.

She said she would be ready in time for the ball and you've chosen to believe her.

"She'll be here." you repeat, pinning your eyes on your reflection.

"Right, of course," Jisoo sighs and smiles apologetically to the Northern visitors. "Anyhow," she turns back to hushed tones, "your father wants to see you."

You look up to her, looking for a hint of good or bad news in the request of your presence, but she merely purses her lips and shrugs her shoulders. Standing up from the chair, you bow to those who have helped you dress and prepared you to look your prime.

Jisoo accompanies you to father's office, asking of your excitement for the night. "So so" you say, and truthfully, because there is not much to look forward to. You will present yourself, greet the guests in superficial conversation, have a dance or three, a toast of bitter champagne, and wait around for the visitors to leave. The only part that seems worth being excited for is closing the night in the comfort of your bed.

"I do hope you change your mind later. You've worked incredibly hard for this." Jisoo says, stopping just before the hall to father's office. "Try to enjoy it while you're still Princess."

You flash a wink, "For you, Chu, I'll try my best." and walk down the hall to what could be your awaiting shame or kindled regard.

You knock on the hard wooden door for formality before entering father's space.

He turns around from facing his desk, "Great, you're here." he smiles, walking around the table to open a drawer.

"Charming suit, father." you remark, very keen on the burgundy you've chosen, and the one he's decided to follow.

"Why, I was not about to go for the gray my daughter found so boring, now was I?" he says, making you chuckle. It was quite a monotonous suit.

Father looks up at you from his drawer, "I have something for you."

You walk closer, looking over to see what it is. He pulls out a slim box of expensive hardwood. He handles it with care as he places it on the desk.

"Your mother had this made the day you were born," you hold your breath as he tells you this, and your heart beat accelerates as he works the lock of the box to open. "she was saving this for your twenty-first birthday."

The lid comes off, and your rapid heart warms in a matter of seconds, spreading through your body with each pump and bringing a rise to the corners of your lips.

Father takes the pendant in his delicate fingers, walking around the desk to stand behind you. You bring your hair to the side and a chill shoots down your spine when he rests the necklace on your heated skin. You bring your fingertips to the pendant, a silver rose, no bigger than a pinky nail, and you think of what mother would have said had she be the one to give this to you.

You wish she were here to see you tonight.

"Forgive me, because I was selfish to keep this from you on your actual birthday," he says when he spins you around to admire how the gift looks on you. Father sighs heavily through pressed lips, lifting them to a closed smile with eyes that wish mother were here too. "You look beautiful, Roseanne. You look just like her."

It is the first time in what seems since mother left, that your father has looked at you this way. With earnest, with warmth, with love. It is not a forced glance or one riddled with disappointment, or grief, or long for someone else. Tonight, it doesn't feel like you are hard to love. Father looks at you and for the first time in a long time, you don't hate to be you. The daughter that he has and the daughter he can find resemblances in of the only woman he loved to pieces.

You wonder if the gods ever heard you when you asked them to bring her back, even just for a night in father's dreams. If they can hear you now, so he could have one dance with her for a song that would last forever.

And you can't stop thinking about the happiness that was taken away from your father. As you head down to the vestibule and smile for the portraits, you wonder if even just a hint of that happiness could ever return.

•••

   You pace back and forth, snapping your wrists to air dry your clammy hands. You keep your eyes to the end of the hall, just waiting, guessing when Jennie will swing by to join you by the doors.

The program starts in five minutes.

Suho clears his throat, "Shall I get you some water, Princess?"

You take your eyes away from the hall and to your royal guard standing patiently at his post, "No, thank you." you murmur, your voice dry and etched in nerves. You push your hair behind your shoulders, tucking the loose strands behind your ears- getting frustrated at the uncooperative baby hairs. You can only hope the hairspray maintains the flying strands throughout the night.

All eyes will be on you, divided with Jennie, of course- but still, you are both the center of attention. They are all here for you- this is your ball for goodness sake.

You fasten and unfasten your bracelet, push your earrings to close tighter, "How do I look?" you ask Suho, glancing between him and your dress. You don't even know why it matters how he sees you tonight, he'll tell you anything you want to hear.

"Stunning, Princess."

"Really?" but you want to be sure of what he thinks anyway.

He smiles and nods his head certainly, "You look beautiful." he says.

You titter, "Good." and clear your throat, "And you, you look dashing, Suho." indeed, in his blue and white uniform, a few extra medals on display.

He bows, "Thank you, Your Highness." A blush creeps on his face and you both laugh at the cheesy exchange. You drop your head and give him a light punch to the shoulders, not able to control the giggles.

And when you look up again, you see his mouth is parted in awe, staring at the end of the hall.

"Wow" he breathes.

You turn and you see Jisoo.

You're about to utter a tease, but you fall into the same trance only seconds after. Where time has chosen to slow down in favor of your mind to capture this moment. Every part, every inch, every stroke sketched and painted over your memory, down to the last detail of the way your heart slows because you want to remember this feeling every time you picture this enchanting moment again and again for as long as you can.

"Wow" Jennie is mesmerizing.

In her godly black dress, she sways her arms and hips swiftly, carries herself so heavenly, so divine, and she catches you staring. And you will apologize if it makes her uncomfortable, but you just can't stop, not until she will tell you to. You will relish in Jennie's essence for as long as you can.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

You will fall in love with her over and over again for as long as you can.

"Has it started?" she asks, and you're forced to bring back a presence of mind. You shake your head as a cover for your failed attempt to speak- she's just left you that speechless.

"Thank god" she sighs, and turns to the door. She seems nervous herself.

"I'll take the side entrance, the ball should be starting soon." Jisoo says as she rushes by your peripheral vision to the second door of the hall. You nod in response, eyes still pinned on beauty.

Jennie looks at you in confusion.

You should really stop staring.

She travels her gaze to your dress, to the floor and back to the door. "Thank you for the special meals today." she mumbles, only loud enough for you to hear, barely above the opening remarks being given inside the banquet. 

A soft smile spreads on your face and your nerves calm, "It was my pleasure." Your cue is coming up, so you savor this 'til then. "Are you feeling well?" you ask, considering the state you left her in this morning. She is refreshed and has left no trace of evidence of the aftereffects, but you ask anyway.

She nods and lowers her head to hide the embarrassment on her face. "It was stupid of me." she says, and you are about to protest, because you are the only stupid one here. You caused just as much damage to you both as your actions would have.

And apologize, you think- confess goddamn it—

"There's no forgetting what we've done together." Jennie says, with an embittered sadness to her expression as she looks back at you.

And you wish to tell her everything on your mind—

"Let us welcome..."

You step forward and take her by the hand, but she pulls away quickly, secretly- she glances at Suho for a second.

"And Your Royal Highness, Princess Roseanne Park..."

"Jennie—" you have something to say—

"Look ahead, Princess." she stops you, eyes fading to seriousness, and it forces you to step back into place because "People are watching".

"Ladies and gentlemen, our forthcoming Queens!"

   It was when the doors opened that you lost touch of your mind. You stiffened. Tense under the acclamation and the undivided attention that fell on you and Jennie once you came to light. With the strain and tautness came a smile. You didn't even register the faces and greetings of the guests around you as you paced along to the muffled strings of violins. In your poise and elegance, you returned humbled bows and modest beams to the blurred faces.

You detached your body from mind. In a room full of people, you felt out of touch, letting your father take your hand and accompany you around the room, taking names of noble people- I'm fine, how do you do, I'm well, thank you- and letting them slip out once you moved on to the next.

You were swept away from Jennie once you stepped through those doors.

And even if you could have, had you caught yourself in the fleeting moments, you didn't stop from being separated from her.

Because with one arm's length away from Jennie, you were afraid of what you might do.

Time was not in your favor anymore. This room, these people, they are not in your favor. You are the Princess, but the Princess in love, and tonight you're dancing with pawns. It's some sick game of chess and you're not bound for the checkmate.

   Only your longing stares make it to her across the room, and Jennie steals them with her saddened eyes only known to you, because you were the one to put them in this position.

Had you just let her love you the way she did- believe her when she kissed you, hugged you, slept with you- quit with the pathetic excuse for the words unsaid because Jennie didn't need to tell you she loved you for you to feel it- she will never have to- and had you given yourself the chance to love her all the same then you wouldn't be feeling the world's gravity nailing you down in a chamber of eagle eyes that prey on your bravery until you are nothing but the rattled bones of a coward.

You stand across from Jennie, in the banquet you've constructed for the uprise to your awaiting victories as Majesties, but you are at the feet of those who will disavow.

You're trembling on wavering dignity. You feel ill, sweating under this damn dress, and you feel exposed, your secrets stained on your pale skin. Nerves spike up your spine every time someone passes to say hello because if they stand too close, they might see all the forbidden escapades you've ventured.

   It is when you meet your first suitor that you wish to retreat. Forfeit the game, surrender back to your bedroom.

He is standing awfully close.

"Your Highness," Sir Jungkook, boldly takes your hand and bows to place a gentle, yet sloppy kiss- you don't even have time to process his motions before you're led toward the center of the floor. You shift eyes around the room and pairs take up the space around you. "May I have this first waltz?"

You look for Jennie amidst everyone- for the person who will ask her to dance. But as your gaze travels, you don't find her anywhere near the center of attention. She simply hovers by the window, stealing your stare once again with a somber expression. You can't quite discern what's on her mind, and you wonder why no one has asked her to waltz. You wonder what Queen Ara says when she stands to join her daughter.

Meeting the boy's hazel eyes and overdoing smize in efforts to allure you, you plaster a forced gleam. His good looks are notable, but you are anything but charmed by his cocksure. He dared to take your hand before asking for it.

And in front of all these people.

They are staring, waiting, wondering if he shall be the prince of the night. The velvet hunter green suit is attaining much more attention than a simple black one would. Though, he would be the kind of man to outshine with purpose.

It is incredibly difficult to hold back your reluctance to continue on with this encounter. You're unwilling, and uneasy, and out of your mind. You're quaking on buckling knees under your petticoat, but you remind yourself of the room you are in.

They are watching.

The flutes, and the harps, and the horns, and the rest of symphony begin the waltz. You peer to the side, searching for a familiar face, perhaps for an excuse to escape this.

You spot Jisoo with Lisa and Chanyeol watching the scene unfold.

"I assure I can guide you through the floor, Princess Roseanne." Jungkook says, awaiting your response.

You look over his shoulder and you see father smiling dearly at you, with Rufus and King Tae-oh at his sides. You take him the only reason you wouldn't try and escape this.

"Yes, Jungkook, uhm," you place a hand on his shoulder and it tugs the corners of his lips ear to ear. "Yes, you may." he places a hand on your waist to pull you closer- too close that his tobacco for fragrance bombards your nostrils, and it is even more difficult to cast away your discomfort.

Yet you wear this smile as your secrets depend on it- fake your transparency and appear as crystal glass in front of your people. See-through and fragility held in the arms of a man of honor.

Though, the only thing you need saving from is this noxious masculinity.

Jungkook does as he assures, lead you through the floor on light footsteps to the song's theme, in sync with the rest of the pairs dancing around. And as you swift with him, he assures you of the many other things he can do. You have a knack for lists, but Jungkook's boastful impressions and self-righteous admiration for his academic achievements has constant three-sixty degree eye rolls going on in your head instead of taking notes.

The long lasting song doesn't help in tolerating his arrogance.

You glance at your two best friends, and the eye roll this time goes to their snickers at your impatience. Luckily, it is only noticeable to them.

You look back at Jungkook and you think his skull must be as thick as a bull's.

When the song ends, the guests applaud, and you and the suitor bow to each other as courtesy. He is about to speak another word to you, but Sir Vernon does not give him a chance, as he asks for your hand for the second song.

His calm, deep voice is pleasure to the ears unlike that of Jungkook's guttural tone.

You let him take your hand.

"Are you enjoying your evening, Princess?" Vernon asks kindly, swaying you both to the slower tempo of the instruments.

You think to tell him the truth, because his soft demeanor is oddly compelling you to do so, but it is a tender aura you wouldn't want to insult in any means. "It is a grand night, I suppose." you say.

"Indeed, it is." he says, glancing to the sides before leaning in to whisper, "I was almost certain Sir Jungkook had spoiled your evening." and it makes you crack an unexpected laugh.

He spins you around, twirling your hand smoothly, and brings you back to his gentleness. You relax in the way he holds your waist.

"Was I that obvious?" you ask, finally engaging in a two ended conversation.

"Not to those who are too blinded by fairytale endings- like beauty and the best, perhaps," he says, eyes endearing and interesting to you, "but I know not all princesses live in once upon a time. I acknowledge your human decency, Your Highness. Or there of, attempts to remind yourself of it when egotistical men try to sweep you off your feet."

There, another heartfelt cackle emits from you. "You are quite the observer." and it goes on like this. Vernon is polite, clever, and funny, too. He speaks less of himself and lets the moment cast light on more of you. He makes this part of tonight worth while.

You wish it could last a little longer, but there are no songs that play forever.

"It was lovely to have this dance with you, Princess Roseanne. May I meet you again afterwards?" he asks, stepping back and squeezing your hand just before letting go.

"I shall see to it." you tell him. You wouldn't mind at all, in fact. You could use a friendly ally.

With one last flash of a smile, Vernon steps aside, and when he does, your gaze falls back on Jennie.

Your senses return. Your throat is first to tighten, followed by a knot in your stomach. And your mind is taken by her once again.

She's distressed. Behind the chattering guests, she speaks to Sehun with a narrowed gaze, and her arms are crossed in tension and strain. The boy is no different, and something must have shifted in Sehun, because the scowl on his crimson face tells you this is what he appears to be when he is angry. Not so goodie-two-shoes at all.

You watch their mouths from a distance, trying to discern the heated discussion. And when he says Lisa's name on his lips, you perk up. Shortly after, he walks away from Jennie, anger evident in the way he strides across the ball room- toward Lisa. He whispers a word or two to her ear before heading for the door.

Whatever he said, it turns your best friend's face pale in a second, and it takes that second for her to process things before hurrying out the door- after Sehun. 

You snap your head back to Jennie. Your heart skips its beats, just as fast as you make your way to her. Your curiosity gets the best of you, taking the risk of being less than a meter away from her- even if you're still unsure of what you might do because of it. "What did you say to him?"

She tries to walk away too, but you snatch her wrist, "Let go" she says firmly.

"Jennie, I know you and I have different opinions about Lisa and Sehun's affair, but it is important that you tell me what he's just stormed off about that has made Lisa chase after him."

"You know what you're right about that, Rosie."

You hold your breath when she faces you. She's not distressed or crossed anymore- the softened expression says quite the opposite- that she's hurt. You let go because you don't mean to hurt her.

"You and I have very different opinions." she states, like its so sickening to say, "And I was wrong to believe that you, of all people, would put love above all else."

You shake your head, you shake your head more because that was not what you meant. You're not a coward— you promise you want this love—

"Your suitor is waiting." she mumbles—

"Wait," you reach out for her again, but she steps back. "Please, let's— let's just talk outside" her gaze falls to the floor and her eyes glisten with a slate of tears— you promise you won't hurt her again—

"Excuse me, Princess Roseanne?"

You flash your head behind you and you meet Sir Mark's smile.

You face Jennie once again and she walks away. "She's all yours."

You dig your nails in your palms, keeping yourself from stopping her because even if you did make her stay for a moment longer, you wouldn't be able to speak what you want because time is not in your goddamn favor—

People are watching—

"May I have this last dance?"

You force yourself to face the gentleman. You force yourself to rid of your senses. Voluntarily let your mind drift off- beg your mind to, because with every step you take away from Jennie, every breath and every thump of your heart, you wish to never be away from her again.

God you just have to you look at her, in the direction she walked away, you follow. You spot her standing with her parents. The King and Queen gesture to the rest of you dancing and Jennie shakes her head with a deadpan expression. King Tae-oh nods with not much content.

She's chosen to miss out on all the dances completely.

Suddenly, everything about this feels awfully wrong. You can't be swayed, even if Mark is exerting kind efforts to get to know you. It's greatly unnatural to curve your lips and engross in dialogue.

You only want to talk to Jennie.

You had just told yourself that you're brave enough, yet you cowered away from telling her you love her-

You shouldn't have even accepted the request for the dance- shouldn't have given the people what they want to see for the third time because it's all just formality bullshit. The suitors, the dance, the ball— all of it is bullshit. 

You don't want to do this anymore. You feel the thumps of your heart increasing and they pound heavier each time. Your throat runs dry and you almost choke on the thin air.

You hold your breath.

Mark spins you around and you catch a glimpse of your father's warm smile.

You don't want to do this anymore, but you can't let his pride for you falter- not even as your gutless dignity gnaws at you from the inside.

You force yourself to wait just a bit longer. Swallow down the uneasiness, shut out the overpowering thoughts- shut out the world around you.

The contradictions- the do's and don't's, the stop's and go's, they make you dizzy, running through your mind. Your blood is pumping- you hear it in your ears and feel it in your pulse and it rushes to your head- really making everything spin.

"Are you alright, Princess?" Mark asks, concern upon his face.

You realize the applaud in the air through muffled hearing and you separate from his hold. You don't mean to be rude, but your hands had a tremor in his and you feel embarrassed enough.

You put space between you two, your legs buckling once they are forced to carry all of your weight.

You feel cold. Your teeth chatter through your clenched jaw, but you're sweating. You pull down the sleeves of your dress to cover the chills on your arms.

"Princess?"

You put a hand in front of you and you back up. "I-I—" you just need some air.

You need to run away from this- from the center of it all-

"I'm truly sorry, Mark."

and to your father, to your guests, to Jennie because you're a fucking coward—

You hold your dress to rise above your feet as you excuse yourself, slipping between the guests and assuring you'll be back to those who ask where you're off to- hurrying past those who try to slow you down.

When you reach the side door, Suho sees right through you.

He opens it wide.

"Tell Jisoo not to worry." you tell him before running down the hall and away from all the noise.

Unbidden tears prickle in your eyes and the uprising emotions squeeze your chest, forcing you to gasp for air when it becomes too tight. You don't know if the pounding is your heart in your head or a migraine warning you not to panic.

You fumble to work your bedroom door open and just when you think you would be safe within these four walls, you feel them closing in on you.

You should have gone to Jennie- asked her to come with you and talk outside and just tell her already because you've had enough with the push and pull and all the mess in your head- god it's just so messy you don't even— you can't even—

You spin around when the door clicks open and your tears are ready to spill out all your swamped emotions, "Jennie" your voice cracks to her name.

She stares at you with love but with pain and it burns to look at her like this.

You bring your fingers to your lips, trying to stop them from quivering, "Jennie I'm sorry for what I said—" you gasp when she strides and pulls you close- so close, hands clasped firmly on the back of your neck and forehead rested gently on yours.

Your tears fall between you two "I'm so sorry Jennie" she cups your face and you cover her soft hands with your shaking ones, "I just got scared" you say, though barely heard. 

Her thumb tries to stop the tremble on your lips "Rosie—"

"I love you, Jennie" I love you I love you I love you "I swear, I really do"

You beg her to believe you, pull her closer so she can see everything you love about her imprinted on you. She is stamped, and engraved, and carved in you—

You gasp when your legs hit the bed and you fall back on the mattress as her lips descend on yours. It's sweet and passionate and divine and your tears fall relentlessly because you know she believes you.

You're completely rapt in Jennie- cherished and filled with her devotion to untangle the knots in your chest, withdraw your heart from the thorns around it, free you from fear to infinite release.

She breathes you in, purpose etched in every stroke of her tongue in your mouth. And she trails down, pressing her intentions on your fiery skin.

"Jennie" her name falls off your swollen lips. You get lost in her hands, submitting yourself to the softest of touch- she's all over you. Her lips on your jaw, your nape- "more" you can't help but moan. She glides her hand up your thigh, under your dress and when she slips between your legs, you don't hold back- "Jennie" you can't hold back as she's kissing you, fondling you, loving you.

She looks into your eyes- so honest, she kisses your tears and you can't deny yourself of her anymore.

Everything is so hot and intense and the heat is building up in your stomach as she takes you. You lock eyes with her again and pull her so close, in dire need to feel more of her.

"I love you, Rosie" she whispers against your lips- so pure, so real that you believe her and you're moaning into her with each thrust. It's strangled and breathy and your head shoots back on the pillows, back arching as she thrusts steadier and deeper— you grip the sheets, trembling and moaning and breathing her name over and over— "I love you so much, Rosie" you want her to touch you like this— love you like this you dare say— "So so much" you tangle your fingers in her hair, hips bucking against her and walls tightening around her as she brings you to the edge, working her thumb on your clit and pounding faster in you.

You're nearing your release, stomach coiling in heat "J-Jennie" she grunts to her name on your lips, smashing her own back on yours— she swallows the powerful sensations that rip right through you. You shake under her, letting her take you through clouded pleasure in all its heights.

Jennie moans into you, making your eyes roll back and legs spasm. She doesn't pull out just yet, staying deep inside you as you circle in your daze, trying to catch your breath. And when she does pull out, you exhale deeply.

You guide her face back to yours, just wanting to admire her as she rests on top of you. You run your thumbs on her cheeks as you stare at her perfection. "I'm so lucky" the words escape you in a whisper, your thoughts coming out just as you think them, "So lucky" because Jennie loves you. There is no blessing that compares to her.

Stunned by your words, her mouth curves to a smile. It warms your heart and spreads a longing want to make her feel everything she just captivated you in. You wrap your hand behind her neck and lure her on her back, switching positions. Jennie sighs when you straddle her, eyes all over your body on top of her.

You trail your fingers from her nape, down to her chest, her stomach, and you inch backward, all the way until you're standing on your feet by the foot of the bed. Jennie watches you, eyes fluttering closed because you think she knows what you're about to do. Though, she tries to keep her heavy lids open as you push her dress up and run your hands on her exposed thighs, staring at her lingerie.

She's soaking through her pink panties.

It ignites you in the inside, hunger and desire on your tongue.

You spread her legs.

And she opens wider.

Bringing your hands to the sheets, you dig under her thighs— she gasps when you pull her to the edge of the bed.

Jennie is already letting out moans as you rid of her underwear. You can't help suppress a sound from the pleasurable invitation either. Her folds are just so inviting.

You get on your knees, place wet kisses on her leg and it makes her squirm. Your mouth waters at the sight of her.

"Rosie" she breathes out, catching your gaze. You intertwine your hands with hers, drawing closer and closer to her womanhood. "Mhm..." she drops her head on the mattress once the cold air you blow hits her folds.

"Look at me." she shudders when you speak close enough to send vibrations through her- you kiss her inner thigh, eyes up to her, "Look at me, love" you whisper against her skin.

A whimper escapes her when she lifts her head, propping on her elbows to do as you say. Her expression begs for the satisfaction, and you do as she asks.

"Oh god—" the first drag of your tongue already has her shaking. "Rosie—" You squeeze her hands, press yourself against her- lap over her wet folds.

You let out a low moan as you graze your teeth on her clit, strong impulses making you dive into her.

Jennie digs her nails to the back of your hands, profanities slipping under her breath as you lick her back and forth. You relish in the way you make her feel. You want to take her higher- make her feel good- up in a dreamland where it is only the two of you, a love in paradise. 

It's a blissful dream to be in love with Jennie. 

She breathes heavier, moving her hips against your face to smear her wetness on your cheek and it sends a gush of your own arousal to stain your panties. You keep staring at her. The slick sounds of your tongue on her folds and her breathy moans- it's just so hot and sexy and erotic that you plunge a finger in her and suck "Fuck—" you suck hard on her clit "Baby" she whimpers, strong legs shaking to the sides of you, hands gripping tight. 

She can't help but throw her head back when you push a second digit in and thrust deeper. Her walls clench immediately in no doubt that she's close. You let go of her other hand she tugs on your hair, urging you to go on, "Rosie I'm—" she groans when you curl your fingers— she arches her back- so so beautifully under the dim lights— she moans your name louder and you don't stop as she releases in ecstasy. 

Her whole body shakes on the mattress, eyes rolling back in the overwhelming climax. You pull out of her, licking her clean, sweet and tender to ease. Her breathing fills the air, from heavy to light as she relaxes into the mattress. 

You lift your head when she calls your name. She brings you up on the bed, taking back her position on top of you. Jennie is quick to undress and she helps you out of your gown, tossing all your clothes to the floor. She finds her place between your legs, holding herself up. Her supple breasts are right to your vision and your mouth parts in awe at her porcelain elegance. 

Then you lose your breath when she dips down to suck on your chest, taking a nipple in her mouth. You feel the heat pool in your stomach once again and Jennie must feel it too as she grinds down on you— Her pussy to yours. 

"Oh Jennie" you wrap your arms around her shoulders, moving to her rhythm. She moans to your ear, going faster and harder with each rock. 

It's so obscene and smutty and passionate and its a pleasure you get lost in with Jennie. You're in rhapsody, leaping in the way she makes love to you- the way she loves you- it's empowering and gratifying and almost too good for you— 

"Don't stop" 

You promise you want this love. 

"Don't stop Jennie" 

You promise you'll be brave. 

"Oh Rosie" 

You pull her in, burning skin to skin to impress on each other- you're tearing up all over again. 

"Oh god Jennie" 

Because you wish and you hope and you pray that nothing will take her away from you.