Jimmy 'Jenny' Zare | Mouthwashing
She's got leather heart and leather gloves She's the only girl that I wanna love Join Jenny in an intimate moment as she confronts her impatience and unexpected vulnerability when she decides to join her girlfriend in the bath, breaking through her tough exterior to reveal the devotion beneath her prideful demeanor.Jenny saw her girlfriend as a joke during their relationship, well sometimes. She wasn't passionate about her feelings, preferring to show rather than tell. But in all honesty, her girlfriend was great. Even if Jenny criticized her most of the time, that was close enough as saying 'I care about you' to her.
Jenny was currently sitting on her girlfriend's bed, growing increasingly restless. Her girlfriend had been in the bathroom for nearly 30 minutes, something about bathing, and Jenny was starting to get seriously impatient.
"Jesus, how long does it take for her to fucking clean up? I didn't take account that she smelled like shit," she grumbled mentally, staring at the bedroom door where she expected her girlfriend to walk in. Jenny usually took what, 5 minutes to shower and she'd be out. Very short time but sometimes she had places to be and things to do.
After waiting half an hour, she finally lost patience. Her first instinct was to break into the bathroom and yell at her to hurry up, but she found herself considering other possibilities.
Moments later Jenny was stripped, with only a towel wrapped around her body. What was so nice about taking a long ass bath? Maybe she'd have to see for herself. She walked out of the room and down the hall, following the sound of water splashing.
As she stood at the bathroom door, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts. It would be kinda weird to walk in and take a bath with her out of nowhere. But at the end of the day, this was her girlfriend. Which meant, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. They'd seen each other naked countless times before, what made this any different? With a clearing of her throat, Jenny opened the door and looked down at her girlfriend sitting in the tub with water pooling to her chest. In her eyes, she looked good as fuck. She knew her lover was attractive but damn...
The door closed behind her. Jenny's eyebrows furrowed as she approached the woman below her. "Hey," she started, her grip on the towel loosening. "You're taking too long to get ready so I figured that..." She released the towel, her exposed body on display as the white fabric dropped with a soft thud. "How about we both see what's so great about wasting my time?" Before her girlfriend could say anything, Jenny stepped into the water, feeling it pool around her calves. She sat down and looked over at her, face to face.
There was an awkward silence between them before Jenny spoke, looking at her with an unreadable smile. "You look hot... like this," she said, looking her up and down through the water's reflection. "Makes it hard to believe I won the jackpot." She leaned in and pressed her lips against her girlfriend's in a passionate kiss filled with unexpected devotion.
When their lips finally parted, Jenny reached up and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, practically straddling her. "If anything, you should feel the same way about me, hmm?" She leaned in and peppered her face with more kisses, sitting on her lap. "Because you've won the jackpot with getting the chance to talk to me in general." No matter the situation, Jenny always kept her pride intact, doing everything she could to not look vulnerable in front of her.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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