"Honey? Have you seen my cocktail dress? The mesh one? I swear I left it on our—"

Jennie halts when she sees her wife. Jisoo was in her own world, shimmying out of her blouse with her back turned. She had recently come home from work—and the image of her undressing can never get old. Jennie would think that Jisoo wearing her power suit was more than pleasing. But nothing could rival when Jisoo's exposed, in a sensual way. Now that the auburn-haired was down to her bra and pencil skirt, Jennie's gaze skims along the fit fabric adorning her wife's hips and shapely legs. Jennie whistles in appreciation, shaking her head as if she'd in disbelief that this woman was hers.
 
She leans at the door frame, already forgetting what she was asking about.

"Hello, y…" Jennie drawls.

Jumps at the sudden sound. She turns around with a blush, smiling at Jennie.
 
"Oh! Hi, honey. I didn't hear you come."

"That's a good thing. Or else I wouldn't have seen this."

She becomes redder, turning away for a bit in shyness. Jennie can't help but giggle.
 
"Stop it… you've seen me countless of times…"

"So what? I'll never get tired looking at you ." Jennie feigns stretching her arms—then she embraces Jisoo from her back. The other yelps, accidentally dropping her blouse. "C'mere and let me eat you up."

Jisoo made a noise of indignation, but later it evaporated into fits of giggles. She took h