Dirty Games At Work // Jenlisa

3: Earn A Reckoning

In the deepest depths of the marble apartment, they sleep blissfully behind a closed door that separates them from the hum of the city. Jennie wakes up first with a groan, hand creeping up over the sea of warm blankets and slapping around for the blaring alarm. And like every morning, she gets out of bed and can't bear to wake her naked wife just yet because, God. She is so beautiful.

Instead, she lets Lisa sleep just a little longer, slipping on one of her wife's shirts that are always just a bit too big whilst she toes around the bedroom looking for underwear. Breakfast is started during the small interim where the apartment is still cold and quiet before the rush of the morning sends them both darting in and out of the bathroom and closet, and then searching for paperwork and keys and cellphones. Jennie likes it when the morning is quiet and chilly, spends it acclimating to daylight and blinking away what is never quite-enough sleep.

By the time the bacon crisps the smell has Lisa's nose twitching and the blankets kicked off her legs.

"Morning, sleepy," Jennie slips back into bed and pushes the plate beneath her wife's nose. "Got your favorite," she whispers with a little smile, perching beside her wife and fussing over the little unruly hairs that wisp off of her hairline.

"Mmmm." Lisa makes a long noise and presses a cheek into Jennie's palm. "Can we just stay in bed forever?" she opens her eyes and blinks, finally focusing on her wife.

"Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Jennie chuckles and sighs, slipping her chin over the ridge of her collarbones. "Unproductive, but wonderful."

"Oh, believe me I'd keep you busy." Lisa simmered quietly with a smirk and slipped her fingertips up the smooth skin of her belly. "All day. You'd be rushed off your feet." She felt small nipples pucker beneath her touch and earned a little groan.

"It's an important day." Jennie whined and dipped her head, gasping at the pinch of her nipples. "Please. Try and behave?"

"No promises." Lisa hummed and slugged a leg between her wife's thigh, pushing her backwards onto the tossed blankets. Their noses nearly touch, almost but not quite, Lisa kept her position and smirked. "You're beautiful like this, you know that right?"

"Like what?"

"Beneath me."

"Oh, is that so?" Jennie raised a brow and tempered a smirk. "You're not bored of the view after last night?"

Lisa groaned at the memory of Jennie beneath her all night, thighs spread, gasping and whimpering and crying and moaning and begging for more whilst she buried the strap-on again and again until there wasn't a single orgasm left to rip from the pit of her gut.

"I could never get bored of that view," Lisa promised and slipped her hand along her wife's arm, goosebumps prickling in the wake of her touch. "I'll be thinking of you in my meeting today. The way you taste," she emphasized and slipped two fingers inside of Jennie's panties, "the way you feel on my fingers. How you moan. The mole inside your thigh. The face you make when I push a third finger inside..."

"Sounds like you'll be preoccupied." Jennie groans and closes her eyes, Lisa's fingers sweeping through the wetness trapped in her folds.

"For a little while at least."

"Only a little while?" she opens an eye and pouts.

"I have a problem. A Chief Financial Officer shaped problem." Lisa sighs and kisses her wife's temple with a little smirk. "She doesn't leave much room to think about... other things." Lisa whispers and pushes her fingers inside of her wife.

"Fuck, baby!"

She watches Jennie's fingers grasp the sheets, her chest and spine rising into a curve. Lisa gloats and curls the bend of her fingers against her wall, letting the pressure build into a pulse against the spot deep within her wife that elicited the most desperate orgasms.