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“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” Jean said as charmingly as possible. “Are you an orphanage? Because I want to give you kids.” She continued, and she’s certain she only slurred a slight bit on the punchline. She smiled widely in anticipation but the woman before her barely glanced her way, focused solely on her cocktail.
“Not the best, darling. You’ll have to try harder.” She said, and Jean thought she could hear a little humor in her voice, so try again she did.
“You know what you would look really beautiful in?” Jean asked, and this time she waited for the other woman to respond, to get her attention first, before delivering the punchline. Eventually the woman realized Jean had paused and she turned to look at her, eyes amused.
“Let me guess, nothing?” She asked with a smile.
Jean gasped, hand to her chest in shock, swaying slightly with the exaggerated motion.
“That’s so scandalous, ma’am. I was going to say my arms.” She grinned and finally the woman cracked, letting out a delicate laugh, beautiful music to Jean’s ears. Jean plowed on with her newfound success.
“I’ve got a pen and you’ve got a phone number, imagine the possibilities.” Jean smiled cheesily at the gorgeous woman, slightly blurry but no less attractive than when Jean, Kaeya, and Eula had walked in, she was sure. Just as sure as she was that she spoke without slurring too much.
The woman laughed and looked her over.
“How old are you, darling?” She asked, all sultry voice and alluring eyes.
“I’m twenty-three.” Jean answered, a sure nod and self-satisfied smile since she got the answer right.
“Oh sweet child. Well, I’m thirty, alright?” She responded and Jean nodded understandingly.
“Of course… could I get your email then?” She asked sincerely.
The woman laughed loudly, and Jean smiled because she made that happen.
“Adorable, aren’t you? I’m Lisa.” She held her hand out, politely poised and Jean furrowed her eyebrows to focus on it. She reached forward unsteadily and palmed at Lisa’s hand, pulling a little too hard and only jeopardizing her own balance, stumbling slightly toward Lisa.
“I’m Jean. And I’m also very pleased to meet you.” Jean smiled again and knew there was absolutely no way this was going poorly.
“Pleased to meet you as well, Jean. You know, I might reward your efforts tonight. Give me your best pick up line and I’ll give you my email.” Lisa laughed charmingly and took a sip from her fancy cocktail.
“My best? Okay, okay, give me a moment.” Jean frowned in thought, staring down at the bar top and the way it seemed to dance before her eyes. She looked up, face set in determination and stared right into Lisa’s eyes.
“Are you a flute? Because I’d love to finger you until you sing.” Jean said, far too loudly for the contents of her statement. She didn’t see the way Beidou turned in shock or the way Kaeya fell off of his stool laughing. She was focused purely on Lisa’s face, the mirth in her eyes, the way her lip quivered before she turned away and placed a hand over her mouth.
“It was bad?” Jean was devastated, eyes wide and mouth drawn down.
“No, oh no, darling, not at all.” Lisa took a deep breath and Jean thought maybe her cheeks were a little pink. “Impressive, really. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Did I win?” Jean asked intently. Lisa finally let out a laugh, breathy and relieved.
“I think so. Let me get a slip of paper.” She rummaged through her bag and pulled a ripped corner of paper out, fiddling with the cap of a pen as she scrawled something onto the paper, folded it, and then tucked it into the breast pocket of Jean’s shirt.
“Don’t you lose that now, Jean. I look forward to hearing from you.” Lisa winked and patted the pocket twice and Jean took the hint, stumbling away from her with a goofy grin on her face and unfocused, hazy eyes.
Mortification. That was what Jean had been feeling since she had awoken with a splitting headache and a blurry picture on her phone from Kaeya, featuring Jean herself, leaning far too close to an innocent woman at the bar the night before. She’d spent all day racking her brain and downing greasy diner food and coffee in attempts to relieve herself and jog her memory. Try as she did, she couldn’t remember what she had said to that woman.
All she was left with was a slip of paper in her shirt with an email address on it.
“What if she works for that company that offered me the job? What if I blew it? Or what if we were making business deals and I don’t even remember?” Jean bemoaned, dropping her head delicately into the crook of her elbows splayed out on the table before her.
“Honestly Jean, I’m sure it wasn’t anything like that.” Kaeya said, sprawled across the other side of the booth, sunglasses firmly planted on his face. Jean was fairly certain Eula was sleeping next to her, head pillowed in her arms against the table as well.
“You didn’t hear anything I said? Why was I even talking to her?” Jean cried once more and then winced because that hurt.
“Well, Eula and I got you drunk and dared you to hit on her because you couldn’t stop staring at her, but then we started a drinking game and we got hammered too…” Kaeya trailed off, and popped another chunk of hash brown into his mouth.
“I can’t believe you two would do that to me. You know I don’t handle drinking very well.”
“We were celebrating Jean! You need to loosen up sometimes.” Kaeya shrugged.
“And I’ve possibly ruined my future by being immature and predatory!” Jean whispered harshly back. Kaeya laughed, not very loudly though as a quiet chuckle was all he could really manage in his current hungover state.
“Predatory! Don’t make me laugh. You got drunk and hit on someone, you’re fine buddy. We all went home alone. But… if you want to make sure you didn’t do anything too stupid, we could check in with Beidou?” Kaeya suggested, and Jean suspected it was simply because he wanted a sober person’s recounting of Jean’s shortcomings, but she liked the idea anyway.
“Yes, we should do that. To make sure I didn’t offend her… or worse.” Jean nodded and checked her watch. A few hours to go. So they would probably sit at that booth shoving more carbs into their bodies to offset the alcohol from the night before.
“There she is! Mr. Smooth talker herself.” Beidou laughed as soon as Jean entered the bar.
“What?” Jean asked, obvious concern plastered all over her face.
“What? You don’t remember? Last you were here, you were laying down charm all over one of my lovely patrons. You even got her email out of it.” Beidou laughed even more boisterously.
“That’s what that is? Her email?” Jean asked, aghast. She had placed the slip of paper tucked atop her dresser at home, beautiful and elegant handwriting with nothing but a simple email address that Jean couldn’t remember receiving.
“Yep. Then you passed out at the table and I had to kick you all out. Diluc picked you all up, by the way, so be prepared for him to kick your asses.” Beidou smiled, enjoying the shit Diluc will obviously give them in the future. Kaeya cringed.
“Sounds like a great night, all things considered.” Eula deadpanned, finally in some kind of mildly functioning state.
“Right. How bad was I, Beidou?” Jean hazarded, afraid of the answer.
“Oh you were hilarious. Is that how you flirt because wow! It’s sad.” Beidou responded, reorganizing the back of the bar. She had picked up a bottle of gin and waved it temptingly in front of the trio and they each collectively shuddered away.
“You did land a pretty filthy come on though, I salute you for that.” Beidou mentioned as an afterthought.
“What?” All three of the children exclaimed, slamming their fists against the bartop and instantly regretting it.
“Yep, shocked me to bits. I tried it on Ning too, it’s a winner.” Beidou winked and fired finger guns at them and Eula rolled her eyes.
“Okay but what was it?” Kaeya demanded, grin ever widening.
“Alright, alright, ready?” Beidou prompted, and immediately got enthusiastic nods from two of the three. “Are you a flute?” Beidou started, pausing for suspense. “This actually makes me uncomfortable saying this straight to your faces…” Beidou trailed off, lip curled in disgust. She closed her eye and threw her hand out for flare. “Are you a flute? Because I’d like to finger you until you sing!” She called loudly and immediately broke down laughing.
Eula and Kaeya howled with laughter, Kaeya having to lean against the bartop to not fall down. Jean… Jean nearly passed out. How could she say that to a woman? How could she be so crude and unsavory?
“Beidou!” Jean called, trying to be heard over the din of their laughter. “Please, tell me she was some out of town stranger wandering through and she’ll never be back here?” Jean begged, happy to try to move on from her indiscretion.
“Oh no no no, kiddo. She’s Yae’s friend, a professor with her at the University. She’s sticking around.” Beidou grinned humorously, enjoying seeing Jean squirm.
“Professor Yae?” Jean was, once again, mortified. Professor Yae Miko, a professor that most Mondstadt University students knew whether they had her or not, and whom Kaeya had drunkenly called Professor Yass one day last spring after they had graduated and subsequently landed the trio at the top of her shit list ever since, much to Jean’s horror.
Kaeya slapped Jean on the back. “It was nice knowing you. Too bad you just got that great job too, huh?” And Eula lost it again, leaning against Kaeya to laugh in Jean’s face.
Jean had been composing her most heartfelt and professional email for the past two hours. She debated asking Kaeya or Eula to proofread it, but she could no longer trust their judgment, not after such a betrayal. She re-read what she had and let out a heavy breath.
Dear Professor Minci,
This is Jean, the terribly brazen and uncouth drunkard that was hitting on you at Beidou’s a few nights ago. She has since informed me who you are and I owe you an apology for my behavior. I was rude and uninhibited by the many drinks I had imbibed that night, I had just received wonderful news and was celebrating with friends. These aren’t excuses, but please know that I do not typically accost wonderful people at the bar and I am sincerely sorry for any offense I may have caused. I do hope this won’t put you off returning to Beidou’s, her bar and the atmosphere is usually so wonderful, myself excluded here. Once again, I apologize for my actions and hope if we do see each other again, it could possibly be forgiven.
Sincerely,
A mortified Jean Gunnhildr
Jean was satisfied, and sent it off with a whoosh. She flopped back against her bed and sighed, promising never to drink with Kaeya and Eula again.
She received a response to her email the afternoon of the following day, while she was out shopping for various new job clothes. She pulled up the brief message and scanned it.
Dear Jean,
I won’t take any offense as long as you back up those terribly charming words you said. Here’s my number.
Lisa
And Jean wasn’t entirely a fool. She tried to comport herself well, always put off a professional and polite image, uphold the family name and whatnot. But she was just given a gift from Lisa. She clicked on the phone number and listened as it dialed.
“Hello?”
“Hi. This is Jean.” Jean said immediately, only then realizing that maybe she was a little too eager.
“Hello you. I take it you’re not drunk this time?” Lisa teased.
“Once again, I apologize. That’s not normally me, but I was… anyway, I’m sorry if I offended you.” Jean tried to explain.
“Clearly you didn’t since I gave you my number. Don’t make me regret it, darling.”
And she hung up. Jean’s jaw dropped, staring at her phone in disbelief. Don’t make her regret it? Jean shook her head and chewed on her lip lightly, brainstorming something to live up to whatever drunk-her had said.
“Who was that?” Miko asked, almost offended at the short phone call.
“Someone I met at the bar. Don’t worry about it.” Lisa answered, spearing her fork into her salad to try to get more than just leafy greens. She had spied a crouton somewhere.
“Yes but who? I know anyone worth knowing in that bar, run them by me.” Miko said airily, stabbing her red pen into the paper before her with far too much glee in her eyes.
“Her name is Jean.” Lisa answered, chewing on her lip as she watched Miko’s face.
Her head shot up, eyes wide. “Jean Gunnhildr?” Miko shouted.
“Yes, that one. Why, what’s wrong with her?” Lisa inquired, very interested in her conversation with Miko once again.
“Oh nothing at all. She’s gorgeous, dashing… boring.” Miko intoned with a roll of her eyes.
“Boring?” Lisa laughed loudly. “Oh we’ll see about that.”
“And! Her friends are trouble.” Miko sniffed haughtily and Lisa laughed again.
“Her friends are trouble? Miko, you sound positively ancient.” Miko threw her pen at Lisa and snatched her salad to rummage through it.
Jean fancied herself a bit of a genius, if she had to be truthful. Sure, she didn’t recall every thing she had said to Lisa while quite drunk, but Beidou recounting her best pick up line? It sparked an idea within her.
She quickly searched for orchestra tickets at the Mondstadt Orchestra and found a show that weekend, something featuring a ‘magical composer out of Liyue’. It sounded decent, and sure, there may not be a flute, but it fit the theme. So Jean called Lisa once again and invited her to a date that Saturday and advised her to dress up. Quite satisfied with herself, Jean set about tidying her apartment and planning her own outfit for the night.
Tell me where you’re taking me?
Lisa had emailed Jean one morning that week. Jean laughed as soon as she opened it, Lisa having previously made a comment about how they should probably forgo the text messaging, Lisa being far too old for that kind of nonsense. Old school, Jean had laughed.
She emailed back,
I cannot. That would ruin my surprise, and surprises are all I have left, having already abandoned my dignity as you well know.
Jean sent back and pocketed her phone again, reading over some of the paperwork her new job had sent her to sign.
They emailed back and forth sporadically throughout the week, Lisa finally wheedling Jean enough to get her to call Lisa and tell her about their tickets to the orchestra show.
“The orchestra? That sounds rather tame for you.” Lisa laughed once Jean told her and Jean rolled her eyes.
“It’s actually much more up my alley than getting hammered in a bar, if you would like to know.” Jean offered up.
“Oh that can’t be true. What are you trying to prove, Jean?” Lisa laughed lightly and Jean frowned.
“What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” She said so sincerely.
“Are you trying to be mature enough for me, Jean? Is that what’s going on?” Lisa giggled and it dawned on Jean what she meant now. She sighed and nodded to herself.
“I may… just be trying to make up for how I behaved. I’m really not… a mess like that, I do want you to know.” Jean frowned.
“Trust me, you’ve said as much. I’m not entirely sure what you’re so worried about, darling. You were funny, you made horrid jokes and tried to hit on me. I’ve had much worse at a bar.” Lisa said gently.
Jean sighed and rubbed her hand over her face lightly.
“I’d hate for you to think I do things like that often. I just wanted to apologize…” Jean trailed off, unsure of what she was even going to say.
“Why do you care so much about what I think?” Lisa asked gently, true curiosity coloring her tone. Jean thought about it, and sure, she had a few different reasons, but only one mattered.
“Well when my friends and I walked in, you were at the bar with someone, a friend, maybe. And I had a hard time looking away from you because you were so breathtaking and now for whatever reason, you’re giving me another chance, so I’d like to do better.” Jean answered honestly. Silence greeted her and she listened with bated breath. Eventually she heard Lisa huff out a little laugh.
“You haven’t told me what you were celebrating, either?” Lisa asked curiously, and Jean heard some clattering in the background.
“I got a job offer with a really great company, so my friends took me out.” Jean said, smiling in spite of herself.
“That was nice of them.” Lisa said, warmth permeating her voice and causing Jean’s smile to widen.
“Until they fed me drinks and dared me to hit on you.” Jean pointed out.
“And yet, here we are. Would you have ever had the courage without them?”
Jean shook her head to herself, aware that Lisa wouldn’t be able to see her.
“Absolutely not. You’re far too intimidating.” Jean said back, biting her lip in thought.
“I don’t think you ever needed the pick up lines, Jean. You’re quite charming all on your own.” Lisa said, and the way her voice had changed, a little lower, a little breathier, had Jean pausing everything she was doing and bolting upright.
“Oh?” Jean questioned quietly.
“I look forward to our date.” And Lisa hung up on her. Again.
Jean nearly let out a scream of frustration.
“I have to admit, this was a lovely night, Jean.” Lisa sounded quite impressed and Jean winced because she probably had such low expectations.
“I told you I had to make up for my initial missteps.” Jean shrugged, holding the door open as they streamed out of the concert hall with the rest of the crowd.
“You didn’t, as I’ve told you many times already.” Lisa pointed out, stepping ahead of Jean to file along. Jean trailed her eyes over Lisa for the nth time that night. Her dress draped down to her ankles, slit in the leg allowing her the room to walk, back low and revealing.
They made their way out to the sidewalk and let the people flow past them, Jean placing a steadying hand against Lisa’s lower back.
“Now what?” Lisa asked, turning to face Jean, beautiful smile on her red painted lips.
“Well now I thought I’d be a gentleman and take you home?” Jean offered, honestly a little shocked she’d made it this far at all. Lisa seemed to consider the offer, and nodded after a moment.
“Okay, take me home then.” She said, nodding and curling her hand around Jean’s bicep as they perched along the curb to wave down a car.
Jean walked Lisa to her door, chattering jovially the whole way, getting the feeling that while she may have recovered her own dignity, the night was well and done. Lisa unlocked her door and invited Jean in, to which she had the good sense to decline, being an offer made out of politeness more than anything.
“No, thank you though, I should finally leave you alone now.” Jean smiled beautifully at Lisa.
“Jean, you should come in. I’d love you to.” Lisa offered once more, biting her cheek in wait.
Jean shook her head.
“I feel that I’ve bothered you enough, I can only hope that I made up for my drunken blunder by now?” Jean asked, her head tilted questioningly. Lisa licked her lips and took a step back, fixing Jean with a heavy-lidded gaze.
“If you’d really like to make it up to me… you’ll make good on your offer.” Lisa said plainly, watching Jean from across the doorway. Jean frowned, tilted her head to the side and racked her brain.
“I’m not sure I recall what my offer was?”
“I believe your words were… you’d finger me until I sing.” Lisa smirked and Jean’s jaw dropped. She gaped for a moment and managed to claw her wits back.
“Well that followed the assumption of you being a flute, no?” She asked humorously, but by the single raised eyebrow, Lisa didn’t enjoy it.
“You can go now.” Lisa said, hand reaching out to push her door closed.
Jean jumped and slid her shoulder through the doorway, hands up in apology.
“You’re not a flute, obviously. I think, maybe a woodwind instrument?” She stuttered out.
Lisa turned to face her, hands clasping Jean’s together placatingly.
“A flute is a woodwind, dear.” She deadpanned.
Jean frowned.
“I don’t know… anything about music.” Jean admitted. For whatever reason, that set Lisa off laughing.
“Then why did we go to the orchestra, Jean?” Lisa managed to ask in between her laughter, and Jean watched with a goofy smile on her face.
“Because I made that stupid joke and it seemed like a good idea. Did you not have fun tonight, at least a little bit?” Jean laughed at herself, shaking her head and accepting that she probably did blow it.
“Of course I had fun. Because I was with you, silly. We could have done something else.” Lisa wiped at the corners of her eyes as her laughter subsided. She tugged Jean inside the door, shutting it behind her and leaning up against it to watch Jean.
“I enjoyed it.” Jean protested.
“I don’t believe you paid any attention.” Lisa pointed out, raising her eyebrows at Jean to hear her defense.
“Your neckline is distracting.” Jean ground out, admitting another of her own follies.
“Ah, I see. Well, let me take care of that for you.” Lisa said, reaching behind her neck to undo the clasp and let her dress fall away, draping to the floor in a pile of beautiful burgundy fabric.
Jean watched, wide eyed and slack jawed, as Lisa stood before her in nothing but a lacy pair of panties, breasts entirely uncovered, long legs on display and oh her heels were still on.
“You get so many points for effort, darling, but you’re a bit slow on the uptake.” Lisa said, approaching Jean, hands coming up to trail along her forearms and up her shoulders, wrapping back around Jean’s neck and pressing up against her. Jean inhaled a shaky breath and balled her hands into fists.
“Jean, you’re the one that couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night.” Lisa whispered into her ear, leaning more firmly against her, breasts pressing insistently against Jean’s. “You can touch me. Please do.”
Jean immediately placed her hands on Lisa’s behind, digging her fingers into her plush bottom and drawing her closer with a sigh of relief. She dropped her head against the crook of Lisa’s neck and stepped forward, pinning Lisa against the door. Lisa gasped in surprise, hands fisting Jean’s shirt.
She rolled her head to one side as Jean mouthed at her neck, kissing and licking against her sensitive skin, sucking at the thrum of her pulse. Lisa laughed as Jean’s breath tickled at her ear, and she tugged Jean away by the back of her shirt and captured her lips in a kiss.
“Slow down, now.” Lisa teased and Jean’s eyes swept over her body.
“You said I was too slow before.” She huffed, leaning back in towards Lisa’s collarbone.
“We’re leaning against my front door.” Lisa laughed but cut off as Jean nipped lightly at her, head bowed and intent clear.
“That’s perfect.” Jean said, trailing her lips down between Lisa’s breasts and pausing only to look up at her in question.
Lisa nodded stiltedly, biting her lip in anticipation as Jean lowered herself to her knees before Lisa, still leaning against the door.
Jean slowly undid the clasps of Lisa’s heels and helped her step out of them, her gentle hands steadying Lisa’s leg as she lifted one, then the other. Once Lisa was back on her feet, Jean slid her hands up along her legs, cupping her ass and then roaming higher, sliding her hands around Lisa’s back and pressing her face close against Lisa’s torso. She sighed into Lisa’s stomach and then tilted her head up to place a kiss against one breast, then the other. Jean pulled her hands back and groped at Lisa’s breasts, holding them, kissing and sucking blemishes into pale skin.
Lisa sighed reverently, one hand steadying her against the door and the other gripping tightly onto Jean’s shoulder. Little sighs and gasps of pleasure were tumbling from her mouth, soft, quiet, nothing too intense yet. Jean was exploring her breasts eagerly, mouth, tongue, teeth, fingers all working together against Lisa’s ample tits. She tongued along one nipple, tweaked the other between fingers, cupped Lisa’s breasts together and smiled at them in a daze.
“You appreciate those, then?” Lisa asked breathily. Jean nipped one, the bottom of her breast sending a small shock through her, and nodded. Once Jean decided she had well and acquainted herself with every part of Lisa’s breasts, she continued groping them with her hands but kissed further down along Lisa’s stomach.
Trailing her mouth lower, soft kisses in her wake, Jean reached the edge of Lisa’s underwear and tugged them with her teeth briefly. She refused to let go of Lisa’s breasts yet, pressing her back firmly against the door as she fondled them, and looked up to watch Lisa, to watch her hands and fingers and how Lisa reacted to every touch.
And Lisa was already watching Jean intently, hot anticipation in wait for her next touch.
Finally Jean relented and removed her hands, ghosting down along Lisa’s sides and leaving goosebumps in their wake. She slipped her fingers under the edges of Lisa’s underwear, and placed a kiss right against the center where they were growing damp from Lisa’s pleasure.
Lisa trembled slightly, feeling the heat of Jean’s mouth against her. Jean slowly slid the panties down and Lisa steadied herself on Jean’s shoulder to lift her legs and lose them entirely.
Jean was on her knees, mouth parted, staring up at Lisa with hunger in her eyes and Lisa groaned, so very ready for Jean’s mouth.
Jean correctly interpreted that groan, and slowly leaned in to place her lips against Lisa’s cunt, eyes closed and savoring the first kiss. Jean kept her gentle pace, placing soft kisses against Lisa’s folds until she drew her tongue up through Lisa’s wetness. Lisa moaned lowly, watched as Jean dove in again, tongue swirling around and sending flashes of pleasure through her.
Lisa groaned and sighed, head rolling back and forth against the door as she enjoyed every swipe of Jean’s tongue, that intense pleasure, the heat that licked at her. Lisa absolutely loved the feeling of a tongue rubbing all over her cunt, the surprise as it explored her folds, her entrance, her clit, gathering and spreading the wetness all around.
Lisa slid her hand up Jean’s neck, digging into her hair for purchase, eyes closed and mouth open as the sounds of her pleasure filled the room.
“Fingers, or no?” Jean paused to ask, briefly, before immediately licking Lisa’s clit once more.
“Yes please!” Lisa gasped, hand clenching harder against Jean’s hair.
Jean moved one arm underneath Lisa’s knee, nudging it up and over her shoulder and giving herself room to maneuver her fingers directly to Lisa’s opening, pressing the tip of a finger just teasingly.
Lisa groaned and felt her leg spasm, perched atop Jean, hand fisting her hair tightly and other hand pressed against the door to not fall.
Jean teased her, tongue grinding against her clit and fingers perched and ready, but never slipping in. Lisa whimpered, starting to get more worked up and Jean’s easy pace was not enough anymore. She had been teasing her for so long, playing with her, touching her, and Lisa could feel her body drawing taught, the heat coursing through her.
“Please, Jean.” Lisa whimpered out, biting her lip as she held onto Jean’s bobbing head.
She felt the huff of breath against her cunt, Jean laughing at her request, and then slowly she slid two fingers in and Lisa groaned with relief.
It seemed Jean was still in absolutely no hurry because she kept lazily trailing her tongue through Lisa’s center, meeting her buried fingers and drawing back up to her swirl around her clit, and only after a moment started gently pumping her fingers in and out. Lisa sighed heavily and the tightness increased, her toes curled, she dug her heel harder against Jean’s back.
Lisa slouched heavily against the door, half held up by Jean’s arms, and her hips rocked with Jean’s fingers, sighs fluttering from her lips.
Jean slipped another finger in and worked more insistently, causing Lisa to gasp and moan. Jean sucked on her clit, swirled her tongue around it and rubbed back and forth before doing it all over ahead. Her fingers were grinding so gloriously against Lisa, her tongue working diligently, Lisa’s moans were louder and longer, so very ready to succumb to everything Jean was doing to her.
Lisa’s stomach tightened, filled with arousal and pleasure, her legs trembled from exertion. She held Jean’s hair a little tighter, holding her still as her tongue still went to work, her fingers still busy inside of her, and Lisa’s hips rocked against her. Lisa’s gasps and whimpers came stronger, her body began trembling in anticipation of the pleasure that would explode through her.
Lisa squeezed her eyes shut and the way Jean’s tongue so efficiently lashed over her clit pushed her right over the edge of a fantastic orgasm. She bowed her head, thighs clenching and shaking, coming hard and grinding against Jean’s mouth as stars exploded behind her eyes.
Lisa trembled and slouched even heavier against Jean who very slowly lowered her leg back down to the floor with a slick hand and steadied her with the other.
Lisa sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes slowly.
“You keep surprising me, Jean.” She said, and slid down her door until she was seated in front of her. Jean laughed, her eyes bright, lips slightly swollen from Lisa’s grinding against her and her shirt a wrinkled mess, but she looked so beautiful.
“I suppose that’s a good thing.” Jean tilted her head and trailed her eyes over Lisa, naked against her own front door, soaked thighs and bruises blooming on her breasts. Jean bit her lip and appreciated her glorious view.
Lisa raised an eyebrow in challenge and Jean very clearly missed it because she was staring decidedly south of Lisa’s face.
“I swear if you don’t get in my bed right now, I’m kicking you out.” Lisa damn near growled, and Jean perked right up, scrambling back and off toward wherever she assumed Lisa’s bedroom was, laughing the whole way. “On the left! And you better get naked!” Lisa called in amusement. She took a deep breath and felt a little spasm run through her again.
“Oh my goodness...” Lisa whispered to herself, putting a hand to her forehead to try to cool down. She stood up slowly and headed to the kitchen for water and to catch her damn breath.
Jean had heeded Lisa’s words, it seemed, because she entered her bedroom to a very naked and luxuriously splayed out blonde. Lounged against her pillows and cocky grin firmly affixed on her face, Jean grinned at Lisa.
“Don’t look so proud, I can see how wet you are from here.” Lisa teased her and Jean clenched her thighs shut with a pout.
Lisa laughed and placed her glass of water on the nightstand, taking a moment to tie her hair up in a messy bun and drag her eyes all over Jean. Gorgeous expanse of muscle on display, pert nipples, a smooth stomach and cut hips that drew Lisa’s eyes further down.
“Another good surprise?” Jean grinned and propped her head up on her hand.
Lisa rolled her eyes.
“Keep it up, see how I punish you.” She quirked an eyebrow and watched a shiver wrack Jean’s body.
Lisa kneeled on the bed alongside Jean and trailed her fingers down across her stomach, enjoying the way Jean’s abs contracted in reaction. Lisa nudged her shoulder lightly and Jean laid back down, eyes wide as Lisa straddled her.
Lisa ran her hands all over Jean’s abs, digging her nails in just a bit. She reached up and swiped her thumbs over Jean’s stiff nipples, rubbing them and then palming her breasts, loving the way they fit so well into her hands.
Jean arched her chest into the contact, into the warmth of Lisa’s hands, how soft they were and the sharp pinch of her nails when she scratched. Lisa leaned down and splayed atop Jean, breast to breast, and cupped the nape of her neck to drag her into a kiss. Open mouthed and panting against each other, limbs tangling into a mass on the bed.
Jean moaned into the kiss as Lisa continued raking her nails across the bottom of her breast and down to dig into her hip.
Lisa kissed along Jean’s jaw, down the column of her smooth neck to drag her tongue along it. She already tasted the salty sweat from Jean's skin.
“Spread your legs a bit, dear.” Lisa said, trying to settle her knees between Jean’s. She continued dragging her tongue across Jean’s skin, the hollow at the base of her throat, placed kisses to a collarbone, and down to swirl her tongue over one of Jean’s nipples pulling a moan from her.
Lisa pulled away, enough to kneel before Jean, in between her legs and staring down eagerly at the bounty before her. Lisa smirked, Jean was already flushed deep on her chest, her mouth was parted, eyes focused on Lisa and Lisa alone, and her legs were spread obscenely for Lisa’s enjoyment.
Directly in front of Lisa was Jean’s glistening cunt, so Lisa scraped her nails across Jean’s hip bones and startled a gasp out of her. She could see the goosebumps forming and she leaned down to place kisses there instead.
Jean had pushed up on her elbows to watch Lisa, breathing heavily, chest heaving, sweat beading along her forehead.
“Lay back down. You won’t miss anything, I promise.” Lisa winked and Jean flopped back against the pillows with a breathy laugh. Jean brought her hands to her face and covered her eyes for a moment, but Lisa could see the unbridled joy on her face and laughed to herself.
She placed her hands firmly on Jean’s thighs, very close to her crotch and that instantly brought Jean back, causing her hips to buck and her hands to slam back to gripping the sheets beneath her.
Lisa made herself a little more comfortable, still on her knees, and brought her thumb gently to Jean’s clit. Once again, Jean gasped and bucked her hips, her eyes wide and locked on the ceiling. It startled Lisa because archons had Jean completely undone her before and now she looked so… overwhelmed.
“Too much?” Lisa asked gently, dropping all the teasing from her voice.
Jean shook her head, eyes dropping to look at Lisa.
“No, I-” Jean broke off and huffed a laugh, “I’m just really close… already.” She winced and Lisa smiled.
“That’s okay. Got yourself all worked up over me, hmm?” She asked, maybe a hint of teasing coloring her words.
But Jean didn’t seem to care if she was teasing her. She nodded sincerely, smiling crookedly at Lisa. Lisa had to hold back a fond sigh, Jean was far too adorable for everything they’d already done together.
“I think you are a bit of trouble.” Lisa murmured, eyes flickering all over Jean’s gorgeous body and that beautiful golden hair splayed out in a mess over her pillow.
“Me?” Jean nearly squeaked out and Lisa laughed. She bent over to place a kiss against Jean’s stomach, all she could really reach without completely unsettling herself, and she patted Jean’s hip comfortingly.
“I’ll be gentle.” Lisa said, sitting back up. “Now, clit, or penetration?” Lisa asked deviously, a smirk back on her lips.
“I like either.” Jean breathed out.
“Both then.” Lisa smiled, and she got to work.
She placed two fingers back against Jean’s clit, very gently rubbing around it, pressing against the side of it, nothing too direct to get Jean off yet. And she brought her other hand to Jean’s entrance, already so slick and ready, and curled her fingers through Jean’s fold a few times before prodding at her opening. Jean was shivering already, breaths even heavier as she peered down at Lisa’s hands.
“Relax darling, I’ll take care of you.” Lisa murmured. She pushed her fingers inside Jean, curling them gently and slowly dragging in and out. Jean groaned and squeezed her eyes, her thighs trembled and Lisa stilled her hands. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Jean’s stomach again, lips softly pressing down.
Once Jean’s trembling subsided, Lisa sat up again and continued her slow ministrations, drawing new sounds and whimpers from Jean.
“Lisa.” Jean groaned out, and again, Lisa stilled before Jean got too close, and moved a hand away from Jean’s clit to grip against her thigh. She slowly eased her fingers in and out of Jean again, feeling the way Jean contracted against them.
Lisa dug her nails into Jean’s thigh a little harsher than she meant to, but the way Jean’s hips bucked and her eyes fluttered made Lisa smirk.
“Oh my sweet thing…” Lisa whispered, and frankly, she wanted to see Jean come.
She pulled her fingers all the way out, resting the tips against Jean’s entrance, causing Jean to groan at the feeling. And then Lisa drove them right back in, fully buried in Jean, curled them once, and pulled back out, doing the same over and over again as Jean gasped and writhed on the bed. Her back arched up, her hands had a death grip on the bed sheets, and Lisa kept burying her fingers inside.
“Fuck, Lisa!” Jean groaned, eyes squeezed shut and mouth going slack as a whine came tumbling from her lips.
Lisa made a gamble, keeping her other hand firmly against Jean’s thigh, nails digging into her pale skin and muscle, feeling the way Jean’s legs trembled.
“That’s it, so close baby.” Lisa murmured and bit her lip as she kept pumping her hand, trying to keep Jean’s hips against the bed so she didn’t totally lose her purchase.
“Mhmm,” Jean whined, “so close, so close.” She mumbled. Her head was thrown to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow, hands white from gripping the sheets so hard, her whole body was shaking, thighs quivering, hips bucking and archons she was so fucking close.
Lisa finally placed her thumb against Jean’s clit, rubbing over the slippery bundle with soft, fast swipes. Every nerve in Jean’s body exploded, set on fire and lit up like fireworks, her body convulsed with the sudden release and her vision blackened behind shut eyelids.
Lisa pumped her fingers in and out still, watching the way Jean absolutely fell apart, shaking and trembling, muscles working overtime, before her body sagged and she dropped heavily back against the bed. Jean drew a heaving breath and let out another low moan as another shiver wracked her body.
Lisa stilled her hands, one splayed out softly over Jean’s hip, the other still buried within her. Jean dragged her hand over her face harshly and blew out a long breath, wide eyes focused on the ceiling once more.
Lisa slowly pulled her fingers out, quite impressed at how soaked her hand was, and crawled up to lay alongside Jean. She placed a kiss to Jean’s sweat soaked temple, pushed her hair back (with her cleanest hand), and stroked her hair a few times.
“Was that okay?” Lisa asked gently, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
Jean nodded. Her eyes were closed gently and she had a soft smile on her face.
“I don’t think my legs work anymore though.”
Lisa laughed and held Jean’s chin to kiss her soundly on the lips.
“Okay, sleep it off then, darling. You’ve earned it.” She dragged the sheets up over them and flopped back down, exhaustion pulling her to sleep rather quickly.
“Do it, Jean, it’s a dare. Come on.” Kaeya goaded her, jostling her arm and nearly knocking them both off their chairs.
“I don’t… should I? She’s so pretty though.” Jean muttered, wide eyed and glassy stare settled on absolutely nothing at all.
“Go for it. You’re celebrating, remember?” Eula pushed her a little, finally unseating Jean as she stumbled to her feet.
Jean nodded to herself, many times like a bobble head, and glanced at her friends.
“Okay. I need to say something though, pick up lines or come ons. What should I say?” Jean agonized, nearly sitting right back down but Eula put her feet in the chair to prevent her.
Kaeya pulled his phone out, typing on it, deleting, re-typing, and settling on the least typo-filled search he could manage.
“Fifty pick-up lines that are so bad they’re good.” Kaeya slurred out loud.
“I think that makes them extra bad.” Eula philosophized, rubbing her chin with her hand before she gave up and downed the shot of gin in front of her. “Why did we pick gin?” Eula moaned.
“Because Jean. Jean gin. Gin and Jean. It was funny at the time.” Kaeya wondered, and kept rattling off lines for Jean to try to remember.
“Okay, those were good, Kaeya, good. Do I look okay?” Jean asked, trying to tug at her collar and only succeeding in messing it up further. She looked flushed, wisps of hair had escaped her usual ponytail and her eyes had the heavy lids of a wonderfully intoxicated person. But to Eula and Kaeya, she looked great.
“Go get her, little lion!” Kaeya cheered, and Jean marched off toward the bar, her beeline turning more into a zig-zag as she slowly made her way to the beautiful woman seated on a bar stool and laughing at whatever show Beidou was putting on.
Jean woke with a gasp, the horrid memory seeping into her brain like a spilled liquid. Lisa grumbled next to her, flailing her arm in Jean’s direction and shushing her.
The mortification set in once again. Until Lisa rolled over onto her back and Jean was faced with the most glorious sight of Lisa’s breasts, a few bruises blooming against her soft skin, and Jean smiled in a daze. Perhaps it was worth it.
“Stop staring at my tits and go back to sleep, Jean.” Lisa mumbled and Jean settled back down against her, pulling her closer with a smile.
“Yes ma’am.”