Lisa stares up front, her disinterest of the words that the teacher writes clearly showing in her expression, faint tutters sounding from the harsh meeting of the chalk and the board. She darts her eyes curiously to the front desk and narrows them, exhaling sharply at the irritation of spotting a certain brunette diligently writing whatever on her textbook, only looking up to trace the words, through her clear round 'nerd glasses' that their teacher writes on the blackboard. She looks around the classroom, meeting her best friend Jisoo's eye who looks just as bored with the lesson and shakes her head as if in disappointment of the teacher. Lisa shrugs, shaking her head as well in response, too stuck-up to be disappointed at herself and everyone else, she notices, who are just as into the lesson as herself and Jisoo.
Her eyes draw back to the brunette up front again, scrutinizing the smooth porcelain skin running down the slender neck of the responsible student, a strand of her silk hair falling graciously over the view of the neck Lisa was so enjoying. She's hot.
-And innocent, she thinks a little darkly, feeling her fingers twitch at the impulse she senses when she thinks of all that she could do to the innocent girl. Damn, she could mess the girl up pretty good. A smirk plays at her lips knowing how it's more than likely that Jennie would let her do so, anyway. Lisa's not missed how she looks at her.
Towards dismissal, she watches as Rosé's strawberry blonde hair whips in Jennie's face before she hurriedly waves and sprints out of the classroom, phone alight in her hand, not before looking back and forming a "sorry" for Jennie with her glossed lips and disappearing out the door. Looking around the empty classroom, she marks Jisoo's leave as she winks at Lisa, very blatantly leaving with Bobby, one of the jock seniors who slings her backpack over his shoulder and they walk out together hand-in-hand. Alright, that leaves Jennie and her.
She almost wants to stop herself and she doesn't know why. It's been easier approaching the others, even Mina, who was the most innocent of the innocent in their class. She thinks back to the fun washroom adventures she's had with the girl, but that's...well, months ago, so not too much of a distant memory, but still. Anyway, she thinks and looks at the girl, striding confidently to the front and placing her hand on the desk.
"Hey, Jennie. Haven't talked in a while, huh?" Lisa says, mustering a grin to counter the deer-in-headlights look the named girl gets right at the start of her sentence.
"Hi..." She says, gulping inaudibly, Lisa's eyes following the bob of her throat, "...Lalisa. We don't...well, I mean, the last time we talked, I ended up having to hide away for the following week so everyone could forget the 'Jennie dropped her lunch in the canteen' incident." She says with her hands in the air, fingers curled to the shape of quotations.
Shit. She should've known, Jennie's going to hold a grudge about that. She curses Jisoo in her head for toppling that goddamn tray of lunch over two weeks ago.
Jennie must think the angry twist to her face is for her because she cuts in, "I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that, s-sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Jennie. Jennie." Lisa says firmly, stopping the girl's nervous sputtering.
"I'm sorry. On behalf of my friend Jisoo. We can get...a little out of hand sometimes but she was just trying to have fun." Lisa says, only half playing it up.
"Oh." Jennie says softly, staring up at Lisa like she sometimes does when she thinks the girl isn't looking. Lisa grins again, basking in the slip-up, snapping Jennie out of her reverie, "I- uh, thanks." She says, looking down at the desk, the tips of her ears turning red.
Lisa reaches out, delicately hooking a strand of hair over the heated ear and Jennie looks up, her cheeks adopting the same colour as her ears. She stares up at Lisa, as if in awe, and Lisa searches a little, of what, even she doesn't know. What does she see? Is it any good?
Her experimental leaning in does wonders as she closes in the gap between herself and Jennie, their lips brushing. It sends an electric bolt through Lisa's whole body and she stops a little, unsure what that even was. Wow. She leans in again, closer this time, enough for Jennie and her lips to meet and press against each other, Jennie's sharp intake of breath relaxing to softly moving her lips with Lisa's. Goddamn, that's...amazing.
The movements of Lisa's lips against Jennie's gets surer, the aforementioned girl overtaken by the new sensation she feels coursing through her veins at every faint sound that makes it way out of Jennie's lips. Soon, her core starts to act up, jolted tingles of pleasure and need making it ache as she pulls Jennie up and aggressively places her over the desk. Their kisses grow frantic beyond their control, and she presses herself into Jennie's warm frame, rocking against her slowly, then a little fast. Jennie separates harshly from her to gasp for breath and Lisa takes the chance to breathe in Jennie's neck, the one she's been eyeing from right when the innocent girl walked into their classroom. Innocent, but not for long.
She pops open the top two buttons of the girl's shirt, careful as to not startle Jennie, and the girl only looks at her with a nervous flicker in her eyes that turns to a wild fixation when her eyes fall to Lisa's lips. It almost drives Lisa crazy how dark Jennie's feline eyes get as they dart between her eyes and lips. She would kiss Jennie and give her just want she wants if she didn't have better plans. She experimentally runs a finger down Jennie's chest, a feather touch, tracing down to her cleavage and Jennie's breaths fasten, not by the lack of air earlier while they were kissing, but by the anticipation, nerves and excitement she feels at Lisa's little action.
Lisa dives right in, planting open-mouthed kisses onto Jennie's chest, before running her slick tongue over Jennie's already hot body. Jennie moans out of her will and Lisa looks up, smirking with her smugness of finally, even if a little, breaking through Jennie's innocence. Jennie turns instantly red, almost ready to leave, or so Lisa thinks, and so she kisses the embarassed girl again, harder this time to let her know silently just how capable she is of making her feel good, although there's definitely more. Lisa's hand falls to the girl's chest, giving one of her breasts a light squeeze before snaking into her shirt and rubbing over each her nipples slowly. Jennie moans at that, almost a whine as Lisa watches, continuing the action, looking for everything she wants to make Jennie feel. Jennie's eyes keep rolling to the back of her head as she pants, adopting a desperate look with each swipe of Lisa's thumb.
"Lalisa..." Jennie says in a shaky hush, instinctively leaning into Lisa and unexpectedly nuzzling her neck, her quick breaths hot on Lisa's skin.
Fuck, Lisa thinks angrily, confused at how Jennie's getting to her with just a whisper of her name.
"Lisa." Lisa says through gritted teeth, sliding her hands under Jennie skirt and rubbing lightly over the underwear as Jennie gasps against her neck, "...call me Lisa."
Jennie only whimpers as Lisa's fingers circle over her panties, soaking the fabric with Jennie's arousal.
"Now, Jennie." She says, biting onto Jennie's neck, making the girl moan loudly.
"Li- Lisa...nnghhnnn..." Jennie moans out, panting and whimpering at the movements of Lisa's fingers as she begins to grind over them unconsciously, needing more.
Jennie's arms circle around Lisa's shoulders, holding on tightly, and closely and Lisa can't find it in herself to go any further than moving her finger over that mere fabric. Shit, she thinks, suddenly dizzy with the way Jennie kisses her neck through moans, her grip only tightening around Lisa as she gets closer to tipping over the edge.
"Lisa..." Jennie gasps and Lisa finds herself inhaling sharply at how...it makes her heart clench, "Oh. Lis-" Jennie climaxes against her fingers and Lisa breathes hard.
This isn't supposed to feel this way.
She should've never done this.
She wanted to mess Jennie up.
She looks at Jennie's flushed face, her eyes searching every angle to Lisa's face. Jennie's hooked, and Lisa...is too. As much as her ego gets in the way of her admitting it—
She presses her lips onto Jennie's with new emotion as the brunette welcomes it with blatant openness.
—Jennie's messed her up.