She shouldn't be doing this. She's got beautiful kids and a devoted husband waiting for her at home – she's such a bitch for doing this to them. She promised to have… to hold… to love him, for real this time. No more games. After all this time they were finally happy together –
Then the fingers trace the strap of her bra, thumb slipping in to tease her areola. She hisses as she feels her nipples harden and pull on the other woman's long hair as punishment for making her want this so badly.
Warm lips press against hers and she feels her internal temperature skyrocket – she feels close to spontaneous combustion every moment she's with her.
She hates her too – for doing this with her, for being just as a bad as her – for being so fucking irresistible. For coming to her that day, for pushing and grinding her three inch heels into that old scab and making it bleed again.
Everything's forgiven as she feels long cool fingers massage the center seam of her jeans. A small cry escapes from her throat unwillingly as the touch pushes deeper.
"Stick…," She moans, "Get on with it."
Elliot bites her collarbone in response.
She shouldn't be doing this – but she just can't help herself.