Blue shifts, widening her knees to let Ellie closer where she's half crawled into Blue's lap. Her skirt, tiers of ridiculous pink, is rucked up between them, and the cool air feels shocking on her bare skin where everything else is feverish: the heat of Ellie's weight on her thigh, the warm pulse it sends down through her, the stutter of her heart.
Ellie tenses a little at her teeth on her skin and Blue winces a little, leaving a softer kiss over the spot by way of apology. But she doesn't sound like there's a problem, and she's not moving away.
"Yeah," Blue echoes, leaning up to kiss her again, a little more heated, leaning into the weight of her. She skates a hand down the front of her shirt, teasing over curves and considering buttons.
"You'd tell me if anything wasn't," she interrupts herself, "Right?"
She's pretty sure Ellie could kill her if it wasn't, and none of their messing around has been objected to, but it seems good to reinforce.
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Date: 2017-01-13 03:47 am (UTC)Ellie tenses a little at her teeth on her skin and Blue winces a little, leaving a softer kiss over the spot by way of apology. But she doesn't sound like there's a problem, and she's not moving away.
"Yeah," Blue echoes, leaning up to kiss her again, a little more heated, leaning into the weight of her. She skates a hand down the front of her shirt, teasing over curves and considering buttons.
"You'd tell me if anything wasn't," she interrupts herself, "Right?"
She's pretty sure Ellie could kill her if it wasn't, and none of their messing around has been objected to, but it seems good to reinforce.