The second that the car door closes behind Lisa, Jennie is kicking off her boots and moving towards her. The speed, with which she climbs over her own seat and slides into Lisa's lap, surprises the both of them.

Jennie's legs bend at the knees and come to rest on either side of the Snake Charmer's hips as her treasure straddles her lap and wraps her arms around her broad shoulders; insistent lips descending down upon her in a hungry kiss.

Fingers crawl like little ants up Lisa's nape, tangling in the dark and soft locks of her hair and pulling gently.

"Easy, lovely." Lisa soothes; hands coming to grip Jennie's hips and keep her steady on her lap as the car slowly pulls out of the parking lot and begins moving. She doesn't have to say anything, just a simple wave of the hand is enough for the driver to obediently roll up the partition separating him from the couple in the backseat.

Jennie, however, does not take it "easy"; lips moving at an almost desperate pace against Lisa's, seemingly trying to devour her whole. It leaves the Snake Charmer smirking, and Jennie groans against her lips.

"Stop smirking and kiss me back."

It comes out as nearly a whine, with the way Jennie's lips push out into a petulant pout; voice rising an octave higher with how displeased she is.

Lisa's hands curl, until her entire palm is splayed out over the small of Jennie's back; silky material smooth against her skin. The simple movement pushes them even closer than before, and as Jennie exhales a shaky sigh, Lisa tilts her head to the side slightly.

"I thought you could be patient, darling."

But even as Lisa says this, she is the one to lean forward and attach her lips to the underside of Jennie's jaw; kissing over the soft skin with slow and feather-light touches.

The gentle touch of her lips makes Jennie squirm on her lap, slumping against the chest in front of her; a sigh escaping her own maroon red lips.

"Can't. Not when it comes to you."

And this time, Jennie is the one to smirk when there is a quiet groan vibrating against the skin of her throat in response to what she just said. The same smirk is wiped off her face soon enough when Lisa's mouth latches against her pulse point; determined and demanding as she sucks a dark mark into the pale skin.

The cabaret dancer tilts her head for better access, eyes falling shut at the feeling and fingers gripping tighter to the strands trapped between them. The car weaves through the night traffic easily; Jennie barely even feels the movements of the car.

"I have become so weak when it comes to you." The Snake Charmer whispers, running her tongue languidly over the freshly forming pink bruise; movements so reminiscent of an actual snake, it makes Jennie's head dizzy with a sudden want. It makes her legs tense with need and her heart pounds in her throat, eyelashes fluttering.

"Good, that's exactly how I want you." She mutters, hand coming to curl around Lisa's jaw and tilt her head up, lips crashing against hers. And this time Lisa immediately kisses back; just as passionate, just as desperate and heated as Jennie. "I only want you weak for me, and no one else."

Lisa pulls away to look her right in the eye after these words; her own so dark, they almost look like pools of black. Jennie's skin erupts in goosebumps.

And, perhaps, the cabaret dancer doesn't yet understand the weight of her own words. Perhaps, she doesn't realise yet how right she is when she says these things ㅡ hushed and seductive in the thick air between them; seemingly simple words that curl above their heads like little clouds of smoke ㅡ but it's alright, because she soon will realize.

She soon will realize that the devotion and affection of a snake can be more powerful than a tornado ravaging through a field. That it can and it will run deeper than the darkest abyss.

You don't make a snake fall in love with you if you don't want them to stick to your side for the rest of eternity.

Good thing is; Jennie plans to stay. For as long as Lisa wants her. And Lisa wants her forever.

"Then you've already gotten exactly what you want."

Jennie gasps, and Lisa kisses her deeply; with the kind of unadulterated passion that almost sets Jennie right on fire; makes her tremble like a leaf on her lap and stick to her like a second skin.

Lisa's hand slides to cradle Jennie's cheek; thumb brushing across her slightly stretched bottom lip, and palm guiding Jennie's head to an angle which makes it more comfortable for Lisa to lick deep into her mouth.

Lisa kisses her until her chest burns with the lack of oxygen. Until her lips are swollen and begin to almost hurt. Until her head is empty of any thoughts; only Lisa's name floating through her mind like a reverent prayer before death awaits her at the door. Until her knees are trembling on the leather seat of the car. Until her hands are gripping the material of Lisa's shirt between shaky fingers.

And, even though it has been less than thirty-five minutes since Lisa made her feel so good her entire body trembled, Jennie finds herself wet again.

Her lover, Lisa kisses her like Jennie's lips are her own personal salvation.

Like Jennie's lips are wine, and Lisa is a true connoisseur.

"You're so beautiful," is the first thing that the Snake Charmer whispers the second she pulls away from the cabaret dancer's lips; voice low and smooth, hands roaming over Jennie's thighs and up her hips, to her tiny waist cinched in by the dress and over to her shoulders, left bare by the neckline.

"You've said that before." Jennie whispers, leaning close enough to tug on Lisa's bottom lip.

"And I will forever stand by that statement," Lisa whispers, licking over Jennie's bottom lip. "You are mesmerizing, darling."

"Like an exhibition of art, just meant for me to adore." Jennie's cheeks heat up with a dark blush and Lisa truly believes that she has never seen anything more gorgeous than Jennie. Has never seen a shade of red as exquisite as the one painting Jennie's skin right now.

Then again, she has never met anyone quite like Jennie.

Someone so beautiful and so poised. Someone so gentle and soft. Like a dove ㅡ and yet so fierce and strong.

Lisa truly sees and loves Jennie for the qualities that she possesses so fiercely ㅡ a tough mind and a tender heart. Soft as a dove and tough as a serpent.

The perfect match for a woman that walks her life with the snakes.

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The apartment is drenched in moonlight when Jennie and Lisa stumble through the door; too focused on one another, arms tangled around each other's bodies and lips locked.

Faintly, Jennie can hear the low hissing of the snakes somewhere in the penthouse, but she can't really focus on the sound fully; can't do anything but kiss Lisa like she is her lifeline, tugging on her bottom lip and listening to the groan that leaves Lisa's throat with the kind of breathless excitement he hasn't felt all too much in her life.

Their lips are forced to part when Lisa suddenly spins her around, slender fingers slipping over to Jennie's back and catching over the zipper that holds the beautiful crimson silk creation on Jennie's body. Her lips attach themselves to Jennie's bare shoulder, leaving a trail of heated and open-mouthed kisses across the surface of her soft skin.

"OㅡOhㅡ My... Lisa..." Jennie moans, tilting her head back and slipping her eyes shut as Lisa kisses over her neck and shoulders; greedy fingers pulling the zipper of the dress all the way down, and equally as greedy hands pushing the material of the dress off her body.

The silk drops to her cinched waist, and it takes only a simple tug for the dress to come pooling down at Jennie's feet. A deep groan follows the action as Lisa's dark eyes finally land on the pure and angelic beauty of an almost naked Jennie.

"So, so stunning." The Snake Charmer voices; fingers digging into Jennie's hips almost painfully, lips hot and desperate across her skin, and Jennie rejoices in the knowledge that this is the first time she's ever seen Lisa become so uncontrolled.

So visibly affected, and all because of Jennie.

"Absolutely flawless."

Lisa sounds more like a woman who is praying for her life at the altar than a powerful CEO and a deadly Snake Charmer, and it's almost laughable, and for the thousandth time Jennie is left almost in awe over the fact that it is all because of her. That it is her doing.

The bringing of a powerful woman to her knees.

"Kiss me." She whispers, and is rewarded with the Snake Charmer spinning her around by her hips immediately; head tilting to catch Jennie's lips in a deep kiss. When their lips part with a wet sound that is all too arousing to both of them, Jennie's eyes lock with Lisa's. Their mouths, however, don't stray too far away from each other.

Jennie's fingers are fast and coordinated as she begins unbuttoning the latter's dress shirt; her jacket long thrown off her shoulders. The buttons pop open easily, and soon enough, Jennie is pushing the shirt off Lisa's broad shoulders and gulping heavily upon the sight of all of that.

Lisa gives her a beautiful smile, lips trailing across her eyebrow and to her temple.

"Look at yourself."

The cabaret dancer just shakes her head, presses a kiss to the woman's jaw and kicks off her boots (having put them on when stepping out of the car) and once they are off, Lisa wastes no more time to bend her knees, grip the backs of Jennie's thighs, and lift her up into the air; Jennie's arms and legs hugging Lisa's body immediately.

And soon enough, Jennie is being lowered on a large bed covered in silk sheets; a body curling above hers. Lisa rests her forearms on either side of her head, and Jennie's legs remain locked around Lisa's waist; ankles crossed over the small of her back and legs bent at the knees.

"I'm going to take such good care of you, sweetheart," the Snake Charmer promises, sucking on her bottom lip slowly; a sensual note to every single one of her movements, to every single word she utters.

Jennie's fingers curl into the smooth skin stretching across Lisa's broad shoulders.

"Please."

Her head is being tilted back as Lisa's lips trail a wandering path down her throat, lips kissing over every inch of skin that she can find; a greedy tongue coming out to run across the bruise she created in the car.

Jennie's eyes flutter closed, lips parting in a silent moan when her amoureux finds the one spot on her neck that truly drives her insane with need. Her legs tighten around Lisa's waist; bare toes digging into the small of her back, and a sound similar to a mix between a moan and a whine gets stuck in her throat.

"Oh my God..."

"Bruise me, mark me tenderly, and claim me as yours, Lisa... Kiss me like it'll be our last, let me feel loved." Jennie mumbles breathlessly as she can practically feel Lisa's smirk against the skin of her neck, but she doesn't really care about saying something about how smug the Snake Charmer is; no, all she really cares about is the electrifying feelings of pleasure that zing all throughout her body as Lisa marks her as her own; creating a kaleidoscope of bruises born out of love and lust, each a different shade of red and pink and purple.

The Snake Charmer makes her way to Jennie's pinkish nipples, running her tongue over in them ㅡ sometimes taking it with her teeth ㅡ and the cabaret dancer's back arches off the bed, but does not get too far; Lisa's body pressing her down.

A hand snakes its way down to Jennie's thigh ㅡ pale and soft and so fucking pretty.

And Jennie's mind is reeling.

"Lisa," she breathes out, a hand carding through the latter's hair.

Lisa lifts her gaze; dark eyes trailing a path from Jennie's prominent collarbones, all the way up to her face. And in her mind, she remarks how thoroughly the Gods above worked to sculpt such a magnificent face as Jennie's.

She's already said it a couple of times tonight ㅡ and certainly much more than a couple of times in general since they met ㅡ but she can't stop herself from repeating it over and over again.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful," the Snake Charmer whispers, voice full of something akin to pure reverence, "And I am but a loyal slave held in the shackles of your mere existence, my love."

Jennie releases a shaky breath, never having felt this wanted before. Then, she smiles; just a little, soft quirk of the lips, but it has Lisa's breath ㅡ once again ㅡ catching in her throat.

"Show me, then." She whispers, bringing a hand to cup Lisa's cheek in her palm; gentle fingers brushing over the skin that stretches underneath the Snake Charmer's eye. "Show me how you see me."

And now that is a pure invitation for worship if Lisa has ever been given one.

Her smile is lustful, full of dark promises that Jennie knows she intends to keep tonight. And the cabaret dancer has never been more excited.

"Whatever you wish, darling." Lisa whispers, dipping her head down again; lips sliding down her throat and over the skin of her chest.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jennie rolls her hips up to meet Lisa's; only the soft lace around her cunt and the material of Lisa's pants separating them from having that skin on skin contact that Jennie absolutely craves.

Lisa's lips are greedy ㅡ demanding and yet so utterly gentle ㅡ as they leave a burning path of kisses and dark marks across Jennie's pale skin. Her neck, collarbones and breasts are worshipped; a greedy tongue laving over the marks that bloom on her body slowly.

Jennie did always bruise easily, and she has never been happier with the fact than when Lisa leaves her mark behind.

"You have the softest skin in the world." Lisa silently remarks, trailing her lips down over Jennie's ribs, her touch so feather-light it is almost ticklish.

The cabaret dancer's thighs clench around her waist and a soft whimper leaves her mouth as she fists the silk sheets below her. Lisa's breath is hot as it fans across Jennie's delicate hip bone, teeth nipping gently over the skin ㅡ like she's biting a fluffy marshmallow ㅡ and she is so close to where Jennie wants her the most; Jennie's head spins.

"Lisa..."

The view that greets Jennie when she looks down almost makes her faint. There Lisa is ㅡ hair dishevelled and dark eyes blown wide with lust; lips red and swollen, and her mouth right above the hemline of the cabaret dancer's panties. Her eyes hold a blazing fire in the depths of them, and Jennie really wouldn't mind drowning in those eyes; wouldn't mind if the fire held in those eyes set her ablaze.

"Yes, mon trésor?"

Jennie's breath stutters in her throat. Lisa knows exactly what the term of endearment does to her; she knows exactly how weak and pliant it makes her, how it tames the fire that burns in Jennie's spirit and makes her surrender to the Snake Charmer wholeheartedly.

Funny thing is, she doesn't have to surrender, because Lisa loves the fire that burns in her soul; admires it more than anything, and never wants Jennie to lose the spark. And Lisa has vowed to herself that she will never allow the fire in Jennie to burn out. Will protect it with her own fierce fire.

With the Snake Charmer, the cabaret dancer will bloom and flourish. Rise like a Phoenix; like a beautiful dove raising its head up from the deep waters. Lisa has promised herself that.

Jennie's voice is exactly what brings her out of her spew of adoring thoughts.

"Please, d-don't tease me." She begs, a leg coming to rest over Lisa's shoulder while the other bends to the side. And God, the view of Jennie like this from this angle ㅡ all stretched out and pliant and so utterly beautiful ㅡ makes Lisa groan and thump her forehead against Jennie's hip bone.

"Fuck." she curses, and Jennie's eyes widen, because she rarely ever hears Lisa curse; the latter is simply too much of a perfect gentlewoman to ever really allow curses to slip her elegant mouth. "You look... Baby, you're so enthralling, I can't believe you're mine."

Jennie feels like she's going to cry. No, she knows she is going to cry if Lisa doesn't stop this. Her chest aches and heaves under the pressure of all the feelings she holds so close to her heart for this one woman.

A Charmer of the Snakes. A woman who controls this City like a King would control a Kingdom. And she is here, sharing her affection for Jennie so openly, so easily; like it is as simple as breathing, and maybe it really is.

"I can't believe you're really mine." Jennie whispers in return, and God, they are too emotional ㅡ too caught in the feelings they have for one another ㅡ for an event as heated and intense as this, but Jennie wouldn't trade it for the entire world.

Lisa shakes her head, her fingers dipping into the waistband of her panties.

"I'm the lucky one, my love. Always remember that." She mumbles, pressing a kiss to the skin above the waistband. "May I?"

"Yes."

And just with that one word, Lisa slowly eases the panties down Jennie's milky legs, throwing them somewhere over her shoulder as she grips Jennie's right leg and pulls it to settle over her shoulder fully.

"You're so special, mon trésor. Absolutely enchanting."

Her lips come to kiss over Jennie's pussy lips and the cabaret dancer keens high in her throat, elbows fully giving out as she falls back to the mattress below her. Lisa's touch is searing; it burns pleasantly, sending Jennie into a state full of gasps and shivers.

And when she feels a gentle finger rubbing over her rim, she almost jolts; legs kicking out.

"Alright, darling love?" Lisa asks; hushed and gentle as she kisses her way from Jennie's sweet flower.

"Yes," Jennie breathes; eyes hooded and heavy, "Yes, just... Please."

Lisa's exhale of breath against the sensitive skin of her pussy makes her shiver. The Snake Charmer hikes Jennie's leg up higher over her shoulder and then she just... Dives in.

The first lick against her clit ㅡ a broad and purposeful stroke of the tongue ㅡ makes her keen high in her throat, breath coming out stuttered. Lisa groans low.

"God, you taste so exquisite, my love."

Lisa's tongue moves in deep, dirty strokes; lazy and just a tad teasing as she explores Jennie's insides 一 introducing herself to the taste of her girlfriend.

"Oh my god, that'sㅡ Lisa, that's sㅡso good, ahhㅡ oㅡoh myㅡ" Jennie lets out kitten-like whimpers, a hand coming to curl around the strands of Lisa's hair. She pretends not to feel the smirk against her sweet heat.

And then, when Jennie trembles against her tongue, she closes her mouth around the's rim and just sucks. This rips an almost animalistically loud and desperate moan from Jennie's throat; cheeks flushed a bright red and breath coming out ragged.

"Lisa!"

The Snake Charmer smirks, running her tongue over her introitus. Lisa licks over Jennie's entrance in one long stroke, forming her tongue into a point and prodding it into her hole. She presses in as far as she can, burying her face in between her girlfriend's cunt while Jennie grinds back and mewls.

"You sound so beautiful, darling. Let me hear all of those pretty sounds."

Jennie breathes shakily, her fingers tight in Lisa's hair.

"Don'tㅡ Lisa, p..please... I'm gㅡgoing to burst if you doㅡon'tㅡ"

Her next words die in her throat when she feels a finger gently easing its way inside her hole next to Lisa's tongue. She almost completely freezes as Lisa slowly eases her finger inside.

"Relax, precious." Lisa whispers, kissing over the spot where her finger disappears in Jennie.

"I一 Oh god, Lisa一 move, please."

Lisa chuckles against her rim, but obeys the command.

"This what you wanted, pretty darling?" The Snake Charmer breathes, moving in and out ㅡ each drag of her slender fingers stretching her open and bringing so much pleasure. A tongue joins the movements of her finger; laving over the soft skin.

"Yes, yes, yesㅡ Mmng... Mm... More!" Jennie whines; voice breathless and owning just a touch of brat in it. The dancer is truly lucky that her lover is willing to give anything and everything to her in the simple blink of the eye.

And then soon enough, one finger turns into two, then four.

Lisa moves her way up slowly, leaving a burning path of kisses up her body as she goes, until she reaches Jennie's mouth and attacks it with her own; kissing her so deeply, Jennie's chest burns with the lack of air in her lungs.

"Lisa..!" Jennie moans into the Snake Charmer's mouth, and she swallows the noise like water; like a woman starved.

"Lovely, lovely, lovely." Lisa worships, moving her mouth across Jennie's cheek, to her ear.

She pumps her fingers in and out with almost no finesse, getting a bit lost in the loud, desperate and positively sinful noises Jennie is making; getting lost in the way her flower squeezes tight around Lisa's fingers; getting lost in the haziness of Jennie's eyes and the swollen redness of her freshly kissed and bitten lips.

"So, so gorgeous," Lisa groans, latching her mouth to Jennie's earlobe and sucking on it teasingly, enjoying the shivers and the moans she can pull from the girl. "All mine."

Jennie agrees wholeheartedly, squeezing her legs around Lisa's waist just as Lisa stretches her open with four fingers.

"Flawless, mesmerizing. So beautiful and all mine," she growls, and Jennie whimpers, gripping to her jaw and bringing their mouths together for a kiss as deep as the thrusts that Lisa's fingers keeps delivering; not once missing Jennie's sweet spots.

"All yours, amoureux," she whispers back, lips catching Lisa's in repeated kisses; gut twisting and white-hot pleasure curling until it seems to be close to that bursting degree.

"Keep your eyes on me."

Jennie hadn't even realized they were closed; eyelashes fluttering open upon command and a moan immediately spilling past her lips. The look on Lisa's face tightens the knot forming in her stomach.

The look on her face, burning in her eyes is devilish and sensual; dark and seductive. And the next few thrusts she delivers knocks the breath out of her lungs.

"Lㅡ Lisa, Iㅡ" Jennie gasps, eyes rolling to the back of her head as Lisa fastened her pace; fingers slamming against hers almost violently.

"Perfect; you are so perfect," the Snake Charmer grits out, "I hope you know, baby. I really hope you know."

And that's all it takes, really, because she's been on edge for a while now. The words ㅡ the mere implications behind them, telling a story about emotions deeper than lust and infatuation, deeper than like and care; something like love ㅡ are exactly what tip her over.

The knowledge that Lisa feels the same.

"Lisaㅡ Oohhㅡ" Jennie comes with a loud sound that is a mix between a moan and a shout; making Lisa's palm sticky; her fingers stretching in a desperate haste to touch Lisa.

The latter does lean over her, still moving, still destroying Jennie for anyone else. For life.

"I- I do, I hope you do." Jennie cries out; body shaking like a leaf from the intensity of her orgasm. The intensity of her feelings. And Lisa's lips curl into the darkest smile; eyes wild and dark.

"I do."

And with that, Lisa eases her with sweet words; mouth moulding over Jennie's.

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apologies if this sucks, it's my first time writing a non-gp smut I swear I tried okiee, bear with me 😓