elliot picked her long island up off the table and let out a gentle sigh. the shoreline was faintly lit by the light pouring out of the beachside restaurant and the slowly easing luminance of twilight. turning her head to the side, she offered her wife a beaming smile - only reserved for her. only nora got to see elliot like this. calm. carefree. smiley. “you look beautiful...” she remarked, placing her drink back on the table after a long swig. her arm was already placed securely along the booth behind nora’s head. fingers brushed along her shoulder and the other reached for one of nora’s hands. so maybe she’d been planning it all day. telling her wife she’d go on ahead to the restaurant so they didn’t miss the booking. wearing smart trousers that didn’t grip so much around her crotch. “so...” she guided nora’s hand and placed it on her crotch. large fingers tightened, squeezing nora’s hand and her own down on the bulge in her trousers. “what do you fancy doing after this?” @canthelps




















