bye bye bi party

[and_survive]

As she hopped into the driver's seat, Ellie wondered if she was under-prepared; her hand had automatically gone for the row of tapes, and then drummed over them as she waited for Blue to get in the other side. She didn't know if she had the right mix for this, which was especially difficult as who knew what precisely this was. They were ditching the party, and they were... well, she could think of more than a few things, and none of them were specific to a location. But then, should she have something in mind? Her place, not her place -- Hywel was right out -- somewhere. She remembered Blue noting her front seat's lack of scandal, and thought about scandal.

Should she have made a mix? Was that weird, or presumptuous, or presumptuous and weird? Making a mix for doing... well, she didn't know how much. But looking at Blue getting in, at the piecemeal ensemble she had on, she knew the answer was, at the very least, a lot.

"So," she said, trying for lightness, not sure how close she got. "Where to?"

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[and_survive]

It was a hell of a thing, to go from her arm to this. Not even that, to go from this through her arm and back to this, just a bump on the road, just as a thing that had happened that wasn't the definition of her. She liked that.

She liked the way the strap of Blue's bra moved when she toyed with it a lot more, the hint of it, the way it shifted over bare skin and promised that it could be, perhaps, more bare than that.

"Oh, I gotta work for it?" Ellie said, settling her hands on Blue's waist, stroking up her sides. "I can work for it," she decided, tipping her head to find Blue's neck.

[formicine]

Blue grins at the teasing, then chews on the corner of that grin as Ellie shifts forward to stroke her fingers up her sides. She arches just a little bit into it, her soft climbing touch comforting and frustrating at the same time. "Yeah," she says. "You think I let every girl I date get this far?"

It's a joke, of course, because Ellie's the only girl she's ever dated. Besides Adam, she's the only person Blue's ever dated, certainly the longest (not to mention the most contentious); everything they've done is the first time Blue's done it, past the point of almost-kissing. She has no map for this place, just rumors of explorers who have had similar adventures, and a whole lot of paths to pick between, each as intimidating and inviting as the next. Well, Blue's always been a fan of adventure.

Then Ellie's kissing her neck again. There are a lot of things Blue has been capable of figuring out about herself: how sensitive her neck is is not one of them, and she flushes at the whimper it pulls from her, blinking wide and tipping her head up to give Ellie more access.

[and_survive]

She supposed if you were worried about that sort of thing, a girlfriend who previously hadn't been able to kiss anyone for fear they'd die was a relief. Ellie was not especially concerned, because it seemed like a shitty thing to have a problem with. The past was the past.

The future, now, maybe sometimes that crossed her mind, but certainly not right now, with Blue tipping her head and making of her neck a long, inviting curve, and whimpering absolutely deliciously. Because fair was fair, Ellie gently bit it.

[formicine]

Blue takes in a quick breath at that. Not quite, she'd argue, a gasp, because she doesn't think she's the kind of person who gasps, but if someone were to argue it she probably wouldn't be able to cohere semantics right now. There's an interruption the sharpness cuts into the shivery warmth of kisses along her neck that makes the answering flood of sensation keener.

"That feels. You feel really good," she encourages, and bites her lip, feeling silly even as she feels good. Right now every nerve feels desperate and wanting. She's not sure how you do this, what comes next, what Ellie wants to come next, but she's sure she wants to be touched more.

Blue wraps her arms around Ellie's waist and tugs her closer, lifting her head to kiss her on the lips.