Chapter Twenty One

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

21•••

      It does not matter how many times you tell yourself it was just a dream, because every bone of your body shrivels. Shakes like a cold breeze blowing in you when you remember what you had seen behind your eyes closed. Like all the troubled waters are rushing in you, and like all the hundreds of pounds of your fears are sinking you deep.

You haven't slept a wink since the middle of the night. Not since your subconscious harrowed you in a terrifying, fearfully realistic imagination.

The King is missing.

"Princess!"

You are shielded by your royal guard, from the sticks and stones the people throw over the gates of your estate. It is not long before they throw their torches.

Suho grunts in pain as he takes the pelts in your place. You are too senseless to react when he pushes you into the vestibule, "Suho—" what's going on—

"Stay inside" he is quick to close the doors between the both of you, not giving you any time to pull him in to safety. You bang on the barrier, shouting for your royal guard to tell you what is happening. All you can fathom are the grueling shouts and exclaims of the people, "Bring out the King!" they roar.

They are angry- rioting in ruthless attempts to cross the steel gates and army of guards in a shrilling hunt for King Park.

You don't know where your father is. You didn't even know he was missing- how did you get to this point- All you know is your people are enraged, and the numbers are growing, and they will not be silenced by anyone- not even the monarchy.

You jump back when thundering bolts hit the doors. You hear the guards fighting them back, trying to suppress the riots- people are getting hurt—

"Your Majesty" you are spun around by gripping hands on your shoulders. You are stunned— puzzled in the title off Ms. Choi's lips, "The people are gaining on the palace— you must hide" your mentor is frantic. She's urging you to move with her grip so tightly wrapped around your wrist that your hand could turn purple- "Please your Majesty—"

You pry the words out of you, "What's happened, Ms. Choi?" your heart is beating dangerously quick as adrenaline and the eccentric force of your befuddled senses tell you to hide like she says. You stumble on your heels, glancing behind you to the doors- the people's voices boom louder in the echoing halls-

"Behead the Queen!"

You stop dead in your tracks, "Mother?" you glance around- a chilling fright crawling up your skin at the horrendous chants for death upon the Queen. You slip from Ms. Choi's grasp.

"Your Majesty please, they are after you—"

"Where is she?" you dart to the opposite direction, toward the staircase as the master quarters is the only place on your mind— it was where you saw her last "Mother!" you call for her over the people.

You're rattled in alarm and trepidation, running as fast as you can because she's alive- "Mother!" and they want her dead—

You gasp when strong arms wrap you from behind- you are locked in the lounge.

It's Lisa.

"What in god's name are you still doing here?" she spits, anger and agitation washed over her as she locks the door in all its bolts.

"Y-You're hurt" she's bleeding heavily from a blow to her head. Her polo is ripped and barely covered at her back and it's red it's so so red—

"You need to leave this palace. Now." she pulls on your arm, but you snatch away and you touch her face- she needs help—

"You're in grave danger, Rosie for fuck's sake!" she yells at you, pushing you back and rushing over to the other side of the room where Ms. Choi works to open the floorboards and you- you don't understand yet you're trembling in fear.

"Lisa what's going on-" you suck in a breath, confusion and worry and fright overwhelming you to a stupefied state in an unmoving flee because none of this makes sense- no one is giving you answers- "Tell me!" you shout- where are your parents, what happened to your people, what is the danger-

Lisa throws the floor planks aside with all her might "They will murder you in cold blood if you don't leave now Rosie" she says brutally, pointing down the dark underground passageway. Ms. Choi leaves no room for hesitation to jump in, but you are still stagnant- distraught and meddled in chaos. "Your father had really done it with the farmers— that lying bastard" she mutters under her breath, grabbing you and pulling you to move.

"My father?" where is he—

"If I had it my way, Rosie, I would have fed him to the lions for leaving you the broken kingdom to reign" she says, unapologetic in the way she looks at you, and everything out of Lisa's mouth is estranged and almost pure nonsense because reigning a broken a kingdom- you're not even Queen-

A blasting eruption quakes the palace grounds—it shakes you scared "Where's mother?" you ask worried, because she must still be in her room, you need to go get her—

Lisa cups your face and her eyes speak foreboding sadness, "Jennie is waiting for you at the other side"

"Jennie?" only one thought crosses your mind- you fear she is as badly hurt as Lisa.

"These people will stop at nothing to catch you both. Escape the South with her and do not turn back for anything do you hear me?" Another explosion bursts, much much closer than the first- "Do you hear me Rosie?" Lisa stresses, forcing you to do nothing but hear her. "Run fast like I know you can" she pushes you through the floorboards and you crash on the rough cement.

"Hurry, Your Majesty" Ms. Choi pulls you up and urges you down the torchlit passage, but you remain looking up at your best friend.

"What are you doing?" you question as she works to put back the planks in ferment haste, "Get down here" you try to reach for her, but she only continues to cover the passageway- glancing back and forth at the banging of the door, "Lisa come down here" tears spring to your eyes and your bravery for shield collapses because you know what she's doing- she's not coming with you.

She rids your hand off, picking up the last piece of wood to separate the two of you.

"Don't" you say, "don't you dare" you order.

But the way Lisa looks at you. You know this, she is sorry for.

Her lips curve to a soft smile, "Don't turn back Chip" the light vanishes in the dark—

"Lisa!"

      It was awfully real. And it is an impossible idea, but you still wonder if it was a foresight of the future. The future you and Jennie have to hold, yet speak nothing about.

It was the most vivid nightmare you have dreamt, as the terror still lingers in the hallow of you. You couldn't— can't close your eyes again in fear of slipping back to see the end of that passageway.

You yelled for Lisa when your eyes opened, like the darkness had truly taken her away from you.

You ran a hand over the sheets, searched for Jennie, but she was not there.

You mumbled Jisoo's name under your breath and you looked to the door, waiting for her to come in and envelope you with open arms like always.

You wanted them- either of them to say 'You're okay, Rosie.' or 'It's morning, you're okay.' you want to hear it, but your mornings are not here.

Neither of them are. 

The rising sun can cast your shadow on the wall and you can lie here watching that shadow grow and disappear into the day, but this daunting heaviness in your chest will stay. It will, and you think only when Jennie comes home to free you from everything scary, you will live today in this irrational fear of what may never happen.

Through twilight and the crack of dawn, you are paralyzed under the sheets of your bed, trying to stay awake in resist to succumbing to your exhaustion. When your room brightens by the sun through the drapes, you find the least bit of strength to sit up. Your head throbs in slow beats, but you take this as a sign that you are truly awake in reality.

And reality says it is time to get up.

You have class with Ms. Choi in an hour.

Pulling yourself out of bed, the headache strikes sharper. Spots shade your vision, you feel a heat travel through your body and it rushes so quick- it makes you dizzy. You barely make it three steps from the mattress before you are slumping down on your desk chair for relief.

You wonder how many sleepless nights you are to endure before your body could get use to its effects.

Being the telephone right next to you, you bring the speaker to your ear and you turn the dial. You don't think today is any different, but you take your chance that Jisoo will answer you this time.

The first attempt doesn't even ring. You groan in impatience, the pounding of your head progressing, and you search for the piece of parchment. You are almost certain you turned the correct numbers, but you look for it amongst the papers just to be sure. You check the drawers, and you check them twice, but it has gone missing.

You think for a moment.

Then when the realization hits you, that Ms. Choi must have snatched it when she came in, it elicits great distress- you swipe all the papers from your desk in utter frustration.

You yank at the telephone- you dial the number you've memorized, that pinch of doubt disintegrating as motives to keep you from Jisoo lead to much speculation.

You are certain of it when this line has no receiving end. That it has been tampered with to cut all communication with your mentor. That it is your father's doing if anyone's.

As you have already woken up on the worst side of the bed- woken up from a mere two hour sleep for christ's sake- you storm through your morning routine with a restless shower, a reckless throw on of clean clothes and a rather harsh brushing of teeth that it makes your gums bleed.

You spit out the iron taste and you wipe your mouth. You tie your hair up for the taxing day ahead, and when you open your bedroom door to leave, you find Suho sitting against the wall, head lolled to the side and eyes either fighting to stay open or begging to close.

You tap him on the shoulder, "Suho?"

"Full barricade!"

"Jesus—" You jump in surprise when he scrams to his feet- hand on his holster at the ready- bloodshot eyes strained and ardent at nothing. "Are you mental?" you deride at his sudden jolt up.

Suho looks at you, then down the hall, and turns a three-sixty degrees in account for ensuring there is no danger.

"Why are you so..." you look at him top to bottom, "disheveled?" you conclude from his untucked uniform and messy hair. "Have you been on guard all night?" you question, as delirium has clearly caught up to him.

Suho clears his throat and stands on proper guard, "Yes, Your Highness" he states. He puffs his chest like it makes him more of a man.

"Why?" you reach over to brush his hair with your fingers, "There was no need" you scold.

"I heard you thrashing in your sleep, Your Highness" he says as a matter of fact, because you had woken up around the hour of his last duty call. He must have stayed since.

But it was not necessary, "Go and rest" you tell him, and advance down the hall.

He follows you, "I am awake and alert, Your Highness"

You scoff, "You're exhausted, Suho"

"I am well and ready to serve"

"You can hardly keep your eyes open" And you're getting tired of his stubbornness, if you're being honest. What is a royal guard when he pays your orders no mind.

"I am perfectly fine and prepared for anything, Your—"

"For fuck's sake Suho-" you surrender to his persistence, "Forget it then" You have other matters to address. You make your way to your father's threshold, ready to castigate what he's done to Jisoo's line of contact.

You enter, but he is not there.

"Where is the King?" you turn to your guard, but he has no knowledge of your father's whereabouts.

You make your way to his quarters, but his bed is made. In the moments you check the dining and find the table set with untouched meals, chills prickle your skin in parallel to your dream. For your emotions' sake, you cling to the impossibility that your nightmare was a prediction.

And for a second it does you good, because you relax when you hear your father's gruff from the corner of the hall. But when you turn toward his direction, it is a different heightened emotion that swells.

You thought you locked the door.

"What are you doing in here?"

Your father turns to you with creased brows, your latest painting in his hands. Ms. Choi stands behind him, and you are about to bark at the fake innocence flushed on her face, but your father is first to attack.

"When did you find so much time to do all of this?" he questions, gesturing to your piebald of canvases, "Is this where you have spent your time instead of attending to your duties?"

"What?" you are immediately appalled with such accusation, "N-No—"

"Have you just neglected your responsibilities to paint?" he speaks so ill of it- like it's such a crime to have something you love to do.

"That's not it." you affirm, "I-I just—"

He interrupts you- "Had I known Ms. Kim to be so lenient, I would have replaced her sooner" you're crossed to an irresistible outburst—

"Father if you would just listen to me!" you shout. It silences the entire room, surprises them all- no one yells at the King. "Why can't you just listen to me?" you have to strain through a lump in your throat for more conviction because not even the fact that you are his daughter first could justify your flare.

Ms. Choi and Suho are asked to leave. They close the door behind them.

The air is so dense, you might break under its pressure, but you swallow your cowardice and hold your head high.

Your father hangs your painting in his hand and he looks at you with indifference "Well?" his patience is running on thin ice the longer you take to explain yourself.

So you tell your father this is your safe haven. Point blank. You feel nothing but peace and placidity once you are within this space and you feel mother with every stroke of your paintbrush. "It has nothing to do with Jisoo or avoiding responsibilities" You used to come here after trainings and you would come after classes- never in the middle, nor between because you wish to stay in constant, unbothered hours in this room to be with your mother's reminiscences for as long as you want to, for as long as you need to. "So please, just let this be mine" you take the painting from father's grasp and put it down where you last left it.

You take in a deep breath after the breathless confession.

"Fine," he sighs. Hefty in confide, "I believe that perhaps Ms. Kim was diligent enough with your schedules," yet he still looks at you in nonchalance, "But if you fail me in your lessons, Roseanne, you will never lift a paintbrush again." he says in all seriousness, and you know not to take this as a mere warning.

You break your gaze with your father when running footsteps sound from the hall. Your father is swift to open the door.

A guard stops by the frame, winded from his sprint, "The counsel is in need of you, My King." he says, which has your father rushing out without paying you any more regard.

This was the closest you could get to finding a mutual understanding, but even so, there is a risk. There is always a risk when it comes to your father.

      In the dining, you eat alone. Or sit alone, is more like it. Your appetite hasn't returned since you have here in the South, and it should be concerning that you aren't starving in the least, especially living on the least bit of bread you ate yesterday. Though again, crumbs was more like it.

This morning, you take the tea just for the sake of consuming something. As you sip to finish the remains in your cup, a servant enters with the morning paper, but she sees your father is absent. She offers the newspaper to you, but today is just not a day for politics, you think. "Kindly leave it in his threshold." you tell her, and she's off to follow your request.

Glancing at the clock, you have only ten minutes left until Ms. Choi might come bustling in to drag you into class. You ought to save yourself of the nagging, so you down the last of your tea and stand up.

You head forth the library, but you don't even make it past the second corridor before you fall stationary in a matter of a piano key. Your heart drops to the floor when you recognize it's tune.

But this is not real, you think.

It is just the music in your head— you always have trouble silencing it. You have just been thinking much about your mother that her song plays louder in your recollections— you've been thinking about her too much, maybe.

This shouldn't be real.

No one touches the piano.

You redirect toward the music room. The bright, fleeting melodies increase as you draw closer- it is your mother's song of no finale, and you break into a sprint to stop the progressions from reaching its cutting edge because your mind will not cease thinking of what its ending would have sounded like— you are tired of longing for what you will never hear—

You burst through the doors in burning indignant.

The song expires and Ms. Choi stands from the piano chair.

"Your Highness—"

You swipe the sheet music to the floor and in escalating anger- displeasure at its finest- you slam the dusted piano closed but the tunes still linger— "Get out".

"Have I done something wrong, Princess?"

"I said get out" you convict, pinning your daggers at Ms. Choi as she picks up the papers from the floor in a startle. "Who dare give you permission to be in here?" you demand for an answer.

"N-No one, Prince—"

You kick the papers sliding across the room "And how dare you lay a finger on this piano- play my mother's song— who told you you could do that!" the uproars in your anger know no boundaries. Your declarations thunder in the abandoned space, shaking the walls that have heard and held your mother's talents in them. And you feel sorry that they have to hear this.

Ms. Choi is dumbfounded and motionless while your repressed emotions take no yield any longer.

Your weariness above all.

"Please, Ms. Choi" she has overruled your best friend, taken your right of speech, overstepped her line of place- disregarded your rightful privacy and god she put unwanted, painful memories back in your mind, "Haven't you done enough?" please, you're getting tired.

You've been stuck under the oppressing rule of your own blood. You are barely out of the rubble of your own collapsed self-assurance. You can't think too much of anything without crying. You're exhausted of all the noise that you can't eat, you can't even sleep at night- you can't— you don't even—

"I'm sorry, Princess—"

"D-Don't touch me—" I might hurt you—

"Okay," Ms. Choi slowly backs away, "I apologize, Your Highness, it won't happen again." she says, sincere and gentle that you could so easily give in and believe her. "Try to breathe, come on now"

But you're so scared of believing in anything she says in fear that your emotions will overwhelm you once you're let down again.

You don't even understand what this is, and you couldn't have ever imagined this feeling to happen to you because this isn't even you- you're not supposed to be this angry and upset over something like this- over anything at all.

"Breathe, Princess" Ms. Choi catches you by the arm when you lose balance.

Your head is spinning and the pounds are almost unbearable. You back up to the wall and rest your weight for support, "I'm sorry" you voice out.

"It was my wrongdoing"

"I-I didn't mean to yell—" and you shut your mouth before a sob could escape the closing of your throat.

You don't want to cry in front of her- you never used to cry in front of anyone.

"It is I who is at fault, Your Highness" Ms. Choi steps forward and holds your fumbling fingers.

You stare at her hands, soft and delicate. They remind you of mother's. And fittingly so, you admit, for they are as skilled as hers on the piano.

"Please, forgive me" she says, tucking your hair behind your ear in tender comfort. You bring your teary gaze to her softened expression, apologetic in her emerald eyes. "I'm afraid I know the great pain of loss, yet I still brought it back upon you- I am truly sorry." she tells you in honesty. "I am on your side, Princess"

You furrow your brows at her. She has much reason to explain so you can understand what she means.

"Your father is one to take credit." she remarks with a small curve to her lips.

"He is a man of perpetual ego" you mumble, "but what does it matter to you?" she hasn't shown much intention on being trustworthy.

"It was Jisoo who sent me." she says.

You're quite afraid to believe her words.

"I have known your friend since we were little girls." she says. And she tells you of her parents and their scholarly works in the academe alongside Jisoo's father and mother, "The catapult was an invention of dangerous attempts." she tells you with a somber expression, "Miscalculations had taken my parents away from me when I was thirteen. I was the only one on their will."

Your heart wrenches for Ms. Choi. You've known of the brutal, tragic story from the books, but never knew a child was left to its grievances. 

She tells you that the will was left with Mr. and Mrs. Kim, and since then she has been under their wing, grown into their apprentice in the academe.

"Your father did not recruit me. Jisoo sent me to prepare you for just one more thing."

"Where is Jisoo now?" if that is the case, then she must have the answer.

"Pressure" she states passed your question. "Be the definition of grace under pressure, Your Highness. Rationality over emotional impulses. Heart over mind." she squeezes your hands and searches for your eyes when they falter, "I apologize for my discourtesy, and my transgress toward you since I have arrived. But you need to learn control."

"I have control" you rebut, saying it out loud to convince yourself of this too.

"You need to find control over yourself. Your decisions, and your people." but even in the short span of time that Ms. Choi has been around, she can fairly see you have no backbone. "I'm certain you will make an excellent Queen, Your Highness. You may even be the best ruler South Marcadia has ever had." she underlines truth in her tone. "But admitting your faults is the first step."

•••

The lonesome, taxing day finds release in the subtle breathing and heartfelt giggles of your love over the phone. The conflicted emotions seem worth it. Incredibly worth it knowing that the end of today is guaranteed with you laying in the sheets, relaxed and comforted, and loved by the sound of Jennie's voice in your ear.

Once she picked up the phone, you asked Jennie about her day. If she is well and free from the side pains she had the other night. She went to the beach with her relatives, she said, "But the only place I want to be is with you".

She didn't want to talk about her any further, as it was all fun and games with the Kims, because she knew by the sound of your voice, you had quite the opposite.

"Don't lie to me, darling" she knows you too well.

So you tell her about Jisoo and the telephone line. That father had blocked all communication between you and your friend. You tell her about the paintings and the song. About Ms. Choi and the task she was asked to fulfill with you by Jisoo.

But you skip the dream. Telling it means reliving it, and right now, you don't think you go through that again.

"Ms. Choi must not be the gremlin you sought her out to be then" Jennie says, reminding you of all the awful ways you described her to be. It makes you crack a light laugh.

"I suppose she was an actress in her past life" you remark, but for a moment you pause to reflect on what Ms. Choi had told you earlier. "Should I trust her, Jennie?" you ask, not able to discern this for yourself. You're afraid to put down your walls, scared you won't be able to build them back up again.

"You trust Jisoo, don't you?" Jennie says, and you nod your head immediately, whispering a quiet yes. You're just so riddled in doubt that you're starting to forget what matters most. "When I come back, I'll be more certain of this Ms. Choi," Jennie sighs, and the defensive tone puts a smile curving on your face, "She and I need a talk after what she put you through."

"She wouldn't stand a chance against Jennie Kim" you laugh, imagining what would look like a fearless cat ready to pounce on its prey. And when the laughter dies down, you lie in silence for a bit. On your bed and Jennie on hers, kingdoms separated by miles- you wish for not another day longer of this.

The only place you, too, want to be is with Jennie.

"I miss you" the words come out above a whisper, taken by the sad longing for Jennie to be beside you, "Jennie, I miss you" tears creep in the second time you say it.

Her tone perks up at the break of your voice, "I'll be home with you soon, Rosie" she says, but your tears still fall because until then, you will lie here alone, "wait for me, love". She promises to come home to you.

For the time being, Jennie refuses to hang up. Even if you know she's tired and as the night deepens past the twelve o'clock hour, she won't say goodnight until you are first to drift to sleep. She knows you have a hard time falling asleep, and your heart is swelling in warmth hearing her say that she will wait no matter how late the night gets.

You and Jennie have always been good at conversations in the dark.

•••

You leave your hair down today. You've chosen to wear a simple polo and loose slacks- your oxford shoes over any other, and you have your defenses lowered as you walk in the library for class with Ms. Choi.

You haven't completely got your heart on your sleeve. Not yet, at least. You've lowered your guard enough to extend a hand in union with Ms. Choi, but you will not hesitate to shield yourself with one sign of a red flag.

You are always cautious with picking who you call a friend. In your kingdom, there is no allowance for deception. If there is one thing your father has taught you himself, it is that you could never be sure if it is a comrade or traitor standing before you.

And the person in front of you now, is openhanded and giving you no reason to doubt her goodwill. Not yet, at least.

"That was good. You had me lost for words with your last statement. Fair fight." she says, gathering her stacks of papers after firing debate prompts for ammunition at you for the last two and half hours. And this was the only argument you've won.

You slump on the chair with a sigh and give the slightest nod. The back and forth justifications, agree or disagree, unopposed or opposed has winded you to no more words left to say. Though, it was, indeed, a necessary exercise. A drill to remind yourself that you are in control. That you do not break under pressure, nor throw dispute irrationally. It was arduous, but you concede that Ms. Choi has taught you plenty.

She has got you so riled up in political controversy that you actually feel like reading the newspaper.

"Tired already?" she teases, "This was only a glimpse to what your father goes through everyday, and what you will surely endure for many of your years."

You might just step down at this point.

Giving your stiff neck a stretch, you look up to the grand windows. The day has gone by quick. You didn't get to do much other than work with Ms. Choi.

At this hour, the golden light of the sunset comes through the crystal glass to illuminate the library beautifully. The sky is a shade of purple today, and the sun is peeping just through the orange clouds. You wonder how it looks in the North, if Jennie could see what you see too.

"I hope I'm not late."

You snap your head to the doors.

You can't believe who you see, "Jennie?". She walks in, tall in her heels and suit, smile wide and gummy- your heart is jumping out of your chest because oh god she's here- "Jennie" you run to her—

"Estimated time of arrival turned out to be a miscalculation—"

You crash into her arms-  enraptured all over as you soak in her warmth and solace- You are shaking in exhilaration- completely washed in bliss and happiness, "Why didn't you tell me—"

"Mom and dad had enough of my yapping—"

"I didn't prepare your room" you say, but it doesn't even matter because the only thing you really care for is the fact that she's back—

"I never used it much anyway" she laughs- oh god you hear it in your ear, so raw and real and you wished for this to be just like this last night and it is exactly that "I'm home, baby" she whispers in your ear, hugging you tighter and holding you closer because she can.

"I want to kiss you so bad" you're so close to just grabbing her face and smashing your lips on hers because you have missed her all too much.

"Hold that thought," she chuckles and you move to pull away because Ms. Choi is in need of a proper introduction.

"Ms. Choi," you take a deep breath to fill your lungs of ecstasy, "This is Princess Jennie, as you know. Jennie, Ms. Choi is our new mentor." you say it as if Jennie has no idea of this yet and what Ms. Choi had done to you prior disclosure of alliances.

"It is a great pleasure to finally meet you, Your Highness" Ms. Choi extends a hand, and she bows to royalty this time.

But Jennie is not too good at hiding speculation (or chooses not to), and she looks at Ms. Choi like an x-ray to her vision to ensure she is really who she claims to be, just like she said she would.

It's adorable the way she protects you, but you try to shoot Jennie a few looks to ease up on the mentor.

"Pleased to meet you too, Ms. Choi" she says, shaking her hand respectfully. "I hope you won't skin me for my absence the past few lessons."

You cough up at her choice of words. She's definitely trying to pull one of Ms. Choi's strings.

And your mentor is beyond confused, "I-I would never—"

After what she taught you today, you think to save her from Jennie's bite marks, "It's no problem at all, Jennie, you can catch up in the next class" you wring your arm with hers and pull her with you, "Thank you for the day, Ms. Choi- we look forward to tomorrow!" you push through the doors, tugging Jennie to follow as you rush down the hall.

"Wait I wasn't—"

You bring her into the lounge and you lock the door. "I wasn't quite finished with her—" You push her against the wall and you kiss her.

You kiss her with love and passion and you smear her cherry gloss all over your lips. You are electrified through and through as you delve deeper- tasting, kissing, loving Jennie the way you missed oh so much.

She moans into you, sending vibrations down your body- hankering at your core- another feeling you have been terribly deprived of. And the heat between you steams hotter with every move- every lick.

Jennie cups your face and pushes you back without disconnecting.

Your hips hit the display table and you hold yourself up for support as she takes control- kissing you rougher, running her hands all over- a moan pries out of you when she slides her tongue in to dominate you.

Jennie trails her hand off your waist- down to your thigh, lifting it up and squeezing, "Oh Jennie" you pull away for air, throwing your head back and granting her access to your pulse.

"Fuck I missed you so much" she curses on your burning skin, pressing into you even more. She laps her tongue on your sweet spot just before sucking—

"Fuck—" biting—

The desire is escalating quickly- urging you to take off her clothes and feel her skin to skin. You didn't think to have sex with Jennie once she came home- thought a little catching up would be more appropriate, but you don't think there is anything going to stop you two at this point- you're giving in too deep.

"Bed." Jennie doesn't want to stop either "Now."

•••

That suit is doing things to you.

But you would much rather have it off.

"Come here" once Jennie locks the door, you yank her by the arm and peel the coat from her shoulders. You bring your lips back to hers as you work the buttons- almost tearing the polo off of her in aroused anticipation.

You throw it across the room, and your eyes land on her incision. It's unwrapped and it's scar is there to remind you to be gentle—

"Stop thinking" but Jennie doesn't want that- she removes your polo roughly and strips you of your trousers and underwear altogether. And before you could get on your knees and undo her pants, she pulls you to the bed— pulling you to straddle her lap.

Jennie stares shamelessly at your body, taking her lip between her teeth as she unclasps your bra swiftly. She lets out a low groan when the fabric comes off. She stares at your bare breasts- nipples hardening in the way she admires you. You're completely naked for her.

And you're already winded, but you lose all breath when she sucks on your chest, "Jennie" you moan her name, and the stimulation she gives you as she licks and touches you all over has you grind on her lap.

Shivers rock down your spine when she glides her fingers down your front- closer and closer to where you need her the most, "Jesus Rosie"

You almost cry out when she touches your folds— immediate satisfaction forcing you to grind harder- you missed this too fucking much.

"You're dripping baby" she moves her hand between your legs in a steady pace, stroking your wet folds with just enough pressure to make you drip even more.

You bring your face down to her neck, pleasuring her in the way you suck on her skin. You rid of her bra and you run your hands over her mounds.

Jennie kneads on your clit and you whimper at the contact. "M-More Jennie" you moan, moving your hips to her hand- trailing kisses up her nape, her jaw— she thrusts two fingers in and you gasp on her lips "Yes—" you cup her hot cheeks, and she looks up at your face crumpled in pleasure— "Just like that" you let her watch what she does to you- moans out of your mouth and eyes rolling back because she just makes you feel so good like this.

"god you're so—" she plunges in deeper with every thrust, hitting your spot harder and harder the next, making you moan louder and louder in great pleasure. "You're so fucking sexy baby" Her eyes darken in lust and need, and she wraps her arm around your waist- keeping you still as she drives her fingers in you—

"Oh!" you jerk in her hold- hanging your head back and mouth agape- "Jennie!" she sucks on your breasts overwhelming you as desire builds up and up and up. Her hand snakes to your neck and she forces you to look at her again.

You mewl when she quickens her pace- a heat around her fingers as she fucks your walls so well. And the heat shoots down your stomach in no doubt that you're edging the harder she goes.

"I want to see you cum" she breathes out, low and demanding- it heightens the build up in you. She grips your jaw to keep your eyes on her, "Cum for me, baby" she whispers on your lips.

Your thighs tremble at her sides, body shakes because you're so close— "Jennie I'm—" you choke up when she pounds deeper- one more thrust and— "Uh!"

"Cum hard for me"

Your eyes roll back in a shearing orgasm—

"That's it love, cum baby"

You shake uncontrollably in Jennie's grasp as the intensity of your release takes over. Your moans are loud and they don't stop as you ride out your high.

Your front falls on Jennie and she lies you on your back, her fingers still buried inside you. Your tight walls soak her in your wetness and you're so sensitive as she hovers over and places kisses on your stomach, sending shivers up as she kisses all the way to your lips.

And when she pulls out of you, you release her tongue in an unbidden groan. She brings her coated fingers to your mouth and she slips them inside for you to taste yourself.

Jennie takes a sharp inhale as she watches you swallow all the cum off her fingers. It's so intimate and erotic and you're starting to think you could do this all day as long as it means feeling Jennie this way.

"Are you going to keep cumming for me baby?" she rasps, the sex in her eyes boring into you— you nod your head without hesitation. "Good" she pulls her fingers out of your mouth— you gasp when she flips you over "because I've been dying to take you from behind again"

"Uh!" your front drops to the mattress when she pushes in, making you spasm on your knees. "Fuck Jennie" you grit, ruining the sheets with your fists as she fingers you from behind. She hits deeper this way- your tight walls let her in this position and even after a powerful orgasm, you're opening up for her to slip a third— your raptured scream dies in the back of your throat.

Jennie spreads your legs wider, stretching your cunt to her fingers and thrusting faster as she goes. "You love being filled like this, huh?"

"Yes— oh!" she pulls your front up against her, really stretching your walls and feeling completely filled. You whimper as she sucks on your nape, running her hand over your chest- pinching a nipple— "J-Jennie" you clasp your hand to the back of her neck, turning her head to face you, "Fuck me Jennie" you stare straight at her fiery eyes, "Fuck me harder" you don't hold back your obscene demands, not when you're burning for more— not when she'll do whatever you say.

She whispers hotly in your ear, "As you wish, Princess"

You grunt when she pushes you down on the bed- she grabs your hair and arches your back, "Mhm!" forcing you to hold up your front. You fist the sheets- compensating for the satisfying pain. She feels so good it stings tears in your eyes. The pleasure, the pain, the passion- you love it all. You love being taken like this— claimed like this— "I'm close Jennie" she's taking you higher and higher with each hard thrust— you're clenching, coiling, shaking—

You come crashing in your second release, stronger than the first and much, much more satisfying- it rushes the blood to your head and it makes you dizzy in bliss.

Jennie pulls out and your legs give in.

You're panting and trembling on the bed- your wetness has surely stained the sheets from the rough fuck.

"Are you okay baby?" Jennie plants kisses on your back to soothe you. She lies beside you, tucking your hair behind your ear and bringing those kisses all over your face. "Did I hurt you?" she asks, and you shake your head with a breathless laugh.

"You could never" you say, holding her face in your hands and connecting your lips.

Jennie always showers you with vanilla antics after playing dirty, and she does it in the way she caresses your arms and pulls the sheets over you.

But you haven't done your turn yet.

"Baby?" She's surprised at how quick you are to regain energy, straddle her and move down to peel her jeans off.

"Did you think I was not to return the pleasure?" you press your lips to her thigh, sending chills on her skin.

"I did after the way you climaxed just now" she teases, then she gasps when you drag her panties off.

"Well, you've made quite a mess yourself" you could drool at the sight of her. Folds so slick and just so inviting, you're already drawing in close until you're just inches away, enough for your tongue to lap all of her once you open for a taste. "How could I resist?" and you don't miss a single drop.

"F-Fuck—" Jennie curses, throwing a leg over your shoulder and locking you in as you drag your tongue all over her pussy lips.

You hum into her, flicking her clit and digging deeper, really tasting Jennie's sweetness. "You taste so good baby"

"Oh god Rosie" she moans, and she sits up. She tugs your hair and keeps your head in place.

You push her thigh to spread her wider, giving you more room to amplify the sensations. You lick your fingers and you seethe in her warm cunt.

Jennie moans, and she moans loud- legs shaking and walls dripping. You bring your tongue back to her clit, licking back and forth in a fast pace with your fingers- thrusting hard and steady but without being too aggressive- the way she likes it best.

And you love the sound of your name off her lips, through breathy moans and a hoarse voice. You curl your fingers and she almost comes undone right then and there.

"Don't stop" she moves her hips against your tongue and fingers, breathing heavier as you take her closer to her climax.

You lock eyes with Jennie and she moans your name again- spiking your desires higher- an arousal that riddles you with the want and need to see her fall apart for you. All in the way you touch her like this.

"Let go for me Jennie"

Fuck her like this.

"Oh! Rosie!"

You swallow it all. And Jennie grits your name over and over as you lick her sensitivity. Every last of her sweetness cleaned with your tongue and smutty cravings. Then she falls on her back, trying to catch her breath from the pulsing release.

In the next beat, with the heightened sexual tensions, you are lying beside her and pulling her against you. You dig your arm under her and wrap it around her slim waist, keeping her locked in this time.

You take the other under her thigh, "Tell me to stop if it hurts Jennie" you say, still worried about the incision, but she could care less for pain. 

"Just fuck me Rosie" she demands.

So you pull her knee to her chest and you stretch her cunt like she did yours, "Oh!" three fingers deep— "Yes—" she slaps your leg, digging her nails to take in how good you fill her up.

This time, you make love to Jennie in deep, slow strokes. Stringing out her moans for you and letting her feel everything raw.

You tell Jennie you love her over and over until it is engraved in every kiss on her shoulder, on her nape- and every touch on her body.

And you pour it in her, sealing it in a kiss when she comes from the edge to fall in the depths of this love so she never has to forget just how much you love her.

When Jennie relaxes and sinks into the mattress, you hover over her.

You are utterly mesmerized by Jennie.

Her features are highlighted by the purple sky out the window, coating her in a glow that has you speechless in her magnificence. Her bare beauty, the rise and fall of her chest, the dreamy eyes- She's so unreal, "I can't believe it".

You are reminded of how lucky you are to love her.

She caresses your cheek with her thumb, "Can't believe what?" she asks.

"That I get to love you" you whisper, seized by this love in itself. "It is the only thing... The best thing, I could do."

It is the best, you swear it is.

You can't love her any less. You won't, even if the world forces you to.