FTF// NORAH & ELISE
“I won’t, I promise.” She breathed out, it seemed as if her heart was beating out of her chest, but she didn’t mind. The young Italian let out a small whine as the other pulled away from her, a laugh coming then when their temples pressed together. She wanted more, to drown out the screaming in her mind with nothing but the smell of the others sweet smell. It was as she was nearly straddling her waist, pressing her lips fleeting across her jawline, eyes fluttering close.
Norah was like a breath of fresh air-- like she’d been drowning her while life and suddenly she could breathe. Elise gripped tighter at the back of her shirt, a low whine pulling from her throat as Norah pressed closer, the two of them flush against each other. They had to stop-- she knew they did, they were in the library, someone could come by, hell- they hadn’t even been on a date yet and Elise wanted to do this right. “Norah.” She murmurs, voice low and just a little rough. Her hands untwisted, and came up to gently cup Noah’s face, tracing the curve of her cheekbone, guiding her carefully so they could lock eyes properly. “Go on a date with me.”














