Chained - Jenlisa

You're Extraordinary

A/N: So.. I was supposed to publish this when I get to 100 followers but a reader made a deal for me to publish it when I reached half the numbers. Well, it did and I always keep my words. So here it is, lovers. Enjoy!! Vote, comments and follow me, sweethearts.   xoxo

_________________________________________________________

Yawning, I sit up, pushing on Lisa's stomach to do it. I fell asleep with her on the couch and ended up curled half way on top of her. I'd say I was sorry about putting her in an uncomfortable pose, but I'm really not. She felt so good under me and the rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed sent me into the deepest slumber. Though the position we were in was not good for my back. My side aches a little and there's a kink in my neck.

"Morning," Lisa husks, startling me. Her eyes are still closed.

"Morning," I groan back at her.

She cracks open an eye and studies me. "We cannot sleep like that again," she says. "It makes you ache. Perhaps a bed next time?"

The sly invitation, if that's what it is, has my eyebrows raised, and I'm a little impressed. But honestly I think I'm trying to find things where there aren't any. "We'll see," I chuckle as I stand.

Lisa lifts herself to a proper seating position and stretches her arms above her head. "What are we doing today?"

"I have nothing planned." I do need to call the General, though, and inform him that Lisa is ready for the field again. She might even be a bit more emotionally stable, too, thanks to last night.

"We could hang out," Lisa suggests.

I smirk at her. "Are you asking?"

She shrugs and picks at the couch cushions. "I want it."

"That's the first time you've asked for something without trying to adhere to me. That's good. I'm proud."

Lisa smiles sheepishly. "There's a thrill in it."

"I bet," I laugh. Lisa is cute when she's breaking the 'rules.' "Maybe we can hang out today. All day." The General can wait a little while.

The grin that splits Lisa's face says as much.

Lisa and I end up spending the whole day just... hanging out. There aren't any weird instances of her bending over backwards to please me, and it's nice. She of course tried to make me comfortable at all times but she wasn't trying too hard nor going to extreme lengths. It was actually fun to go out with her and not have to worry that she'd flip out over something minuscule.

"This food is difficult," Lisa grumbles. She's attempting to eat an overly large burger, the buns incapable of keeping the insides where they're supposed to be. Things keep falling to the sidewalk. "Why has society demanded this?"

I laugh and hand Lisa a napkin. "We're humans. We like our foods sloppy and fatty. It's good though, huh?"

"Yes," she admits, then takes another bite, sending mayonnaise and ketchup covered lettuce to the sidewalk along with a tomato slice. Really, it's half her fault for getting rid of the foil wrapping.

We walk together, side by side, and eat in silence. Lisa makes a trail behind us with bits of her burger insides and I wonder how much of it she's actually eating. I bought a hotdog but I already finished it so all I have to do is watch her try to finish her meal.

"Are we heading home?" Lisa asks. She sucks a pickle into her mouth and smiles at me, her chin a condiment graveyard.

"You're a mess," I chuckle, slapping a napkin on her chin, only to have it stick there. "And yeah, it's pretty late."