There is a soft knock on the door of Jennie's dressing room.

Jennie knows who it is immediately.

Out of everyone who has come knocking on Jennie's dressing room in the past two months, only one person knocks this softly.

"Come in." She calls, a shy smile dancing across her face as she swipes her soft make-up brush across her cheekbones in gentle movements.

The door opens, and their eyes meet through the reflection of the vanity mirror.

"Darling," Lisa's voice is low, soft around the edges as she graciously slithers her way over to the seated girl.

"Hi." Jennie breathes out in response, placing her make-up brush back in its holder and spinning around in her seat, chin already tilting upwards because she knows what's coming.

They might not be together for a long time, but Jennie already knows.

Lisa's fingers graze over her skin in a feather-light touch, until she's cupping Jennie's chin, tips of her fingers gently pressing into the girl's flushed cheeks.

The way Lisa holds her face ㅡ her jaw ㅡ never fails to make Jennie feel owned.

Their lips meet then ㅡ soft rose petals against soft rose petals ㅡ and Jennie's hand comes up to weakly wrap around Lisa's wrist; fingers digging into her skin, over the expensive bracelets around the Snake Charmer's hand.

"My apologies for not watching your rehearsal. I had some business to attend to," Lisa mumbles against her mouth, carefully tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth. Jennie shivers lightly.

"It's okay," Jennie whispers, leaning further into Lisa when the latter begins leaning back, "I don't take offence." The Snake Charmer begins pulling away, and Jennie digs her fingers into her wrist.

Lisa smirks, shushing Jennie's weak sound of protest with another toe-curling kiss, swiping her tongue over the cabaret's plush bottom lip; her mouth followers the trail her tongue left, and she's kissing over the corner of her mouth, to her cheek, and Jennie sinks into it.

And even as Lisa's kissing Jennie and kissing her and kissing her, she still wishes she were kissing her. Wanting more, more, more, and more. Like she can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.

"Come," Lisa invites, bringing her free hand to wrap around Jennie's hand holding her wrist.

Jennie almost trips over her own feet in her haste to stand up and follow Lisa like a lovesick fool. The Snake Charmer keeps her hand on Jennie's face, leading her while her own back is turned to the room.

Jennie supposes that Lisa knows each room in this club like the back of her own hand, so she does not need to look.

They stop by one of the sofas in the room, Lisa falling to sit down and tugging Jennie down with her, right into her waiting lap. Jennie, of course, goes easily, tucking her knees on either side of Lisa's hips, and circling her arms around the latter's neck; their chests flush and their forehead pressed together.

"Hi." Jennie breathes shyly, nuzzling her nose against Lisa's. The Snake Charmer wraps her arms around Jennie's waist in return, her hands slipping underneath the oversized shirt Jennie has on, and her palms laying themselves flat against the small of her back; fingers flexing against her soft, warm skin.

"Hi, mon trésor."

Jennie shivers. Lisa is fluent in French, and she has taken it upon herself to call Jennie a number of terms of endearment in the beautiful language. This one is the most favourite one for the both of them ㅡ makes Jennie feel treasured, because she is Lisa's treasure.

"Amoureux, do you have anything to do until the show tonight?" Jennie whispers, her fingers coming to curl into the soft strands of Lisa's hair. She shivers when Lisa trails her fingers up Jennie's back in a gentle rhythm.

"I'm yours for as long as you want, darling." Lisa responds, causing a flush to brighten Jennie's skin. While one hand remains on Jennie's back ㅡ dancing up and down and trailing little patterns on the warm skin ㅡ the other slips from underneath her shirt and comes up to cup her chin once again.

Her thumb rests on Jennie's bottom lip, swiping over the softness of it in a slow movement. Jennie's heart stutters, and the next thing she knows, she is parting her lips without second thought.

Lisa's eyes darken, flicking up to meet Jennie's feline ones.

It's like they have a silent conversation between them ㅡ no words exchanged, at least not verbally ㅡ and then, Lisa slips her thumb a bit higher up.

Jennie's lips press against the pad of it in a gentle, feather-light kiss. Then her lips close around it, sucking it in gently, while her eyes slip shut on their own accord. She can feel the fingers of Lisa's other hand gently dig into her back, pushing on her back to make her come even closer, as if that's even possible.

Jennie does, pushing herself closer and running her tongue over the pad of Lisa's thumb. She loves Lisa's fingers, and in a way, she cannot believe this is the first time she's even doing this.

Lisa's got these beautiful fingers ㅡ long and slender and almost aristocratic-looking. They just look like the type that deserve to be kissed hourly.

Jennie feels Lisa tap her index finger against the plush of her bottom lip, and Jennie's mouth falls open easily ㅡ lips stretching slightly to welcome a second finger inside ㅡ and then Lisa is slipping her index finger and middle finger inside; the two fingers replacing her thumb that gently slips out.

"You look enchanting like this, lovely," Lisa breathes, tapping her index finger against Jennie's tongue. The cabaret dancer immediately wraps her tongue around Lisa's fingers; she's got no shame, even though her cheeks do flush a bright red at the praise.

The Snake Charmer slips her fingers out of Jennie's warm, soft mouth much sooner than the girl would like her to, but before she can protest ㅡ Lisa is moving them.

So swiftly and so graciously, Jennie barely even registers the movement before she realises she's now laying on her back on the sofa, with Lisa graciously sliding between her parted legs; leaning down until their chests are flush again, and her hot mouth is on Jennie's.

"Beautiful." is all Lisa says before she is kissing Jennie deeply and heatedly; licking into Jennie's mouth with a burning passion that almost destroys Jennie immediately.

"Oh amoureux, you're too sweet. I might have diabetes 'cause of you." Jennie said between teeny titters. Lisa chuckled, who knew what could make a sensual moment so perky all of a sudden, just her mon trésor could.

"Way to go, darling." Lisa teased her as she nestled between her collarbone.

Jennie cannot help but whimper; her legs hugging Lisa's waist, the heels of her feet pressing into the Snake Charmer's back.

Lisa's touch is searing; it burns pleasantly, sending Jennie into a state full of gasps and shivers.

Lisa's left hand grips her thigh ㅡ possessive palm sliding across the thickness of her thigh, fingers gripping so hard that it becomes obvious there will be dark finger-shaped bruises left in the wake of her touch.

Her right hand curls above Jennie's head, keeping her own weight from completely crushing Jennie from pressing her into the sofa, but the joke is, well and truly, on the Snake Charmer, because that is exactly what Jennie wants, and she makes it quite clear by the way she tangles her arms around her neck and pulls.

"Closer."

The words come as a whimpery moan breathed into the woman's mouth.

And Jennie's plea is Lisa's command.

"As you wish, my darling love." Lisa whispers, kissing her deeper, pushing Jennie deeper into the sofa with her own body weight.

Now that the Snake Charmer's so close to her, Jennie can smell how expensive Lisa smells, its fragrance making her mind foggy. Her feet rub on the ground, knees starting to ache from the cold hard floor. Jennie sighs into the kiss, falling pliant and allowing Lisa to explore her mouth in its entirety; kiss her like this is the first and last time she ever will.

Her skin is on fire and her chest stings with the lack of air coming through her lungs. Her head is spinning and she's grateful that she's laying on the sofa, or else she would have collapsed from the overwhelming feelings that take over her body whenever Lisa kisses her.

This, however, cannot be considered a simple kiss. This is Lisa completely devouring her.

Reducing her to nothing but a shaky mess of moans and hooded, glazed over eyes with just a few deep curls of the tongue.

"You're so pliant for me, beloved." Lisa mumbles into her mouth; her fingers stroking the soft skin of Jennie's cheekbone, the pad of her index finger softly digging into the small scar there. "It's absolutely beautiful."

Jennie curls her hands around Lisa's jaw, sucking on the Snake Charmer's bottom lip with vigour.

"P- Please."

Lisa tilts the cabaret's head with the gentle movement of her hand, trailing her lips over her face and leaving a path of lingering, burning kisses to the skin there.

"Please what, darling?"

Jennie cannot think.

She's got no clue what she's even begging for, but she knows she wants something.

Something more than just a heated makeout.

She rolls her hips up into Lisa's without any preamble, and the Snake Charmer hisses against the skin of her cheek like an actual snake.

"Easy, love, you don't know what you're asking for."

Jennie pouts.

Actually pouts up at her girlfriend, hooded eyes narrowed into slits similar to a snake's of her own.

"I do."

Lisa looks down at her.

Really looks. Studies her.

The Snake Charmer cocks her head to the side, dark eyes focused on Jennie's features; on her eyes, reading her like a snake would before attacking.

"Okay." Lisa whispers, leaning down to press their forehead together. "Maybe you do. But not here, my love. I have class, and I have respect for you."

Jennie's cheeks heat with another blush as she stares up at Lisa through her long lashes. She curls her fingers in the strands of hair at Lisa's nape.

"Does that meanㅡ"

Lisa shuts her up with a deep, long kiss; one that almost makes Jennie even forget what they are talking about at the moment.

"That means," Lisa mumbles, lavishing Jennie's face and lips in thousands of little kisses that make her sigh and fall boneless completely, "That when I do take you for the first time, it most certainly will not be on the sofa of your dressing room in this club."

Jennie's heart comes to a screeching halt, and then it resumes beating, but with newfound vigour; a heated blush taking over her skin.

"Oh." She mumbles, tilting her head and allowing Lisa more access as she kisses her way down her jaw and to her neck; lips gentle but heated.

"You're special to me, darling. Worth much more than a cheap hookup in a damn club."

Jennie feels something warm unfurl in her chest; take over her body and slide through hee entire chest; swimming in her veins and wrapping around her lungs like flowers blooming in the spring.

"Oh."

It's all she can say, because she's rendered speechless.

The funny thing is that Jennie knew this all along, but it feels so much more different. So much more real to hear Lisa actually say it.

Say it without any hint of shame or worry. Say it with devotion dripping heavy from every single letter spoken.

"Don't pretend that you didn't know this, lovely." Lisa whispers, but her eyes zero in on Jennie's expression. As if reading her further. As if wondering if Jennie really didn't know.

"I- I mean..." she bites her lip, lowering her gaze shyly, hands tightening and then smoothing out across Lisa's nape. "I mean I had a feeling, but... You know, you can never be really sure when it comes to the feelings of someone else. You can just guess, but you'll never know unless they outright tell you."

She shuts up then, cheeks burning as she keeps her eyes focused on Lisa's deep, collarbones in front of her. There is a gentle finger underneath her chin then, lifting her face until her eyes meet Lisa's.

The look on her face makes Jennie silently gasp. The gaze Lisa levels her with is soft, but burning.

Burning with passion and devotion that is barely concealed.

Poorly concealed, because even Jennie can see it; bright and obvious in the dark depths of Lisa's eyes.

"Then I'll tell you," Lisa says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to each one of Jennie's eyelids as they slip shut in silent bliss, "I'll tell you everyday how special you are to me, how treasured you are."

Jennie's eyes well up with tears that he does not want to shed; unwelcome, but burning.

"Lisa..."

The said woman smiles then, and Jennie is almost blinded by it; the sheer beauty of Lisa's smile.

Sincere and warm and soft.

Full of something that Jennie thinks might be a bit too soon to tell, yet feels in her own chest just the same.

Something achingly familiar to love.

Lisa cups her cheek, thumb coming to sweep across her bottom lip once more, and Jennie catches it right on time; pressing a gentle kiss to the pad of it like before.

"I know, lovely."

She leans her head down, a pair of soft lips replacing her thumb.

"I know."