truth is, she barely knows anything the girl
     calling her back to the bad. allison isnât even
     completely sure she knows her last name;
     sheâs far more accustomed to the noises she
     makes when allisonâs mouth is otherwise
     occupied than to details of her personal life,
     but sheâs not rushing to change that.Â
     what she was willing to change, however, was
     the fact that so far, most of their time together
     had been spent on a bed. toying with some
     trinket for a while before actually answering,
     allison started to walk away from claire, arms
     raising up to stretch over her head to make
     sure the shirt would lift just enough over her
     backside before leaning against the door frame,
     batting her eyelashes with a tilt of her head
     as her smile grew wider.
         ââ well, you have a working pair of legs, donât you? ââ
    okay, so maybe she knew more about allison
    than the girl knew about her. but, that's justÂ
    a downside of telling natasha that she was
   ' kind of seeing someone '. loosely, of course.
    just a tone that said that she wasn't interested
    in finding her head between anyone else's legs.
    not implying that this meant anything. no, no--
    definitely not. however, that didn't matter since
    in no time at all, it seemed natasha & bobbi
    pulled up all they could about her. left a file for
    her to find. claire only peeked in it. just a little.
    didn't matter at the moment. not when eyes
    could see bare skin from where the girl's shirt
    was riding up, a tongue sliding across her own
    lower lip as that look of lust overtook her for what
    seemed like the umpteenth time in the past few
    hours. as the brunette leaned on the frame, all
    claire could find herself doing was allowing blue
    eyes to scan what she could from where she was
    until ultimately ( and, not like a gazelle at all ),
    scrambling out of bed to use her working pair of
    legs to get to allison. it's a fluid motion to have
    her pinned against the door, hand gripping on
    the edge of it as some kind of leverage to keep
    herself as close to the other as possible while lips
    found another pair. this in itself is an amazing feat
    since there are many times where the archer has
    found herself not getting out of bed for any reason.
                   â look at that, seems like i do. â