⊹ ࣪˖ kissing emo els . . . ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟꒱ྀི১
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ৎ୭ .ᐟ ──── Ellie led you towards her room rapidly, never letting go of your hand. You chuckled together stupidly as you nearly tripped down the stairs, the tiresome waiting had left you impatient and giddy. Even with how nervous she got around you, Ellie's hand wasn't as sweaty as yours— you never understood how she managed to appear so composed.
Your mask slipped off and fell outside of the threshold. You closed her bedroom door behind you, letting the deep purple of her walls swallow your worries away— anything that happened within them was yours and yours only. Ellie was already hitting play on her boombox, which contained the CD she had left yesterday.
"Seriously?" You asked in disbelief, perceiving the first notes of the piano fill the ambience. Evanescence, again. More often than not, she put their songs on for you, even sang them with that raspy undertone she has when she’s too shy to raise her voice above anything other than a soft murmur.
"It's romantic." She shrugged as if it was obvious, the keychains attached to her belt loops clinked lowly as she turned to face you.
"Depressive," you retorted sarcastically, though you didn't really mind. She scoffed, about to protest. Anything that wasn’t loud was inherently depressive to you, but she would argue for hours if it meant convincing you of her point— you pulled her hand and she got the message, letting herself be dragged and pulled into the bed, falling onto her back with a giggle— guess today wouldn’t be the day she lectured you about music.
You kicked your vans off and straddled her— Ellie did the same and let her feet rest on the mattress, the comforter caressing the nape of her neck and sending a shiver through her body. You moved her bangs away from her face, intending to catch her gaze more clearly.
"Hey! that's- you cannot do that!" She huffed, cheeks turning beet red as she looked away. She was truly beautiful, with and without her every day look, but she couldn’t blame you for wanting to see both of her eyes at the same time.
"I want to see your face," you teased as you pinched her cheek, causing her to cover herself with her hand.
"See my face? Well, I can't see your lips under all that... lipgloss. And I’m not taking your lipgloss off just because," she bit back unconvincingly with an airy chuckle, her flushed ears betraying the blossoming colors her hand attempted to cover.
"Why don’t you take it off?" You held her jaw, forcing her to meet your piercing eyes again.
Her eyeliner was messy, smeared across the outer corner of her eye— it was not the waterproof one, for sure. Her irises stood out brightly against the jet black, a flower field shining under the moonlight. There was a small smudge in her cheek which you wiped with your index.
Moments like this were what fueled most of your days, knowing that in just a few hours, minutes, seconds you would be right here with her. Worshipping her.
Without a warning, you leaned in and kissed her, tasting her cotton candy lips. She hummed, losing herself into it. Her hands travelled to your waist, rubbing up and down soothingly— though the coldness of her rings wasn't soothing at all, the warmth of her hands compensated it, making your insides twist and contract and untwist and expand. Just a few more seconds touching you like this and you would collapse completely.
As your tongue intruded in her mouth, it felt as if a switch had been flipped on her. Her eagerness surmounted yours greatly, her wet muscle exploring your mouth with no shame as one of her hands travelled up your back and tangled in your hair to guide you.
Before you could process it, she was the one controlling you with soft pulls of your hair and strokes of her palm over your thigh. With a whine, you pulled back just centimeters away from her mouth.
"I dominate you! Not the other way around," you protested as her fingertips massaged your scalp.
"Why?" She chortled, looking up at you with that cocky smirk of hers.
"It's in the rules."
"What rules?"
"Life rules," you replied as a matter of fact, “the cutest girl has to be dominated.”
Ellie snorted and pulled you in again. “Fuck you,” she muttered before crashing her lips against yours. You caressed her collarbone, going higher and higher until the feeling of your nails against her jugulum drew out of her a soft, audible gasp that you gladly swallowed.
She held your face to guide your every movement, firmly yet not painfully. You placed your hands over hers, pulled back and leaned down to bite her neck as a desperate attempt to regain control. She pushed herself up in her elbows, doing the same thing to you in revenge.
"Don't!" you commanded playfully, pushing her down again as she chuckled. She took it as a personal challenge, a plea for her to disobey and so she did, flipping you both around. You would never get over the way her long hair framed her face when she looked down at you, breathless and ready to win.
This tug of war never really ended, but you were willing to lose this battle more often if it meant getting lost on the spell she's just cast on you a couple more times.
ℒuchi's note .ᐟ.ᐟ i didn't like the result a lot but i don't have more fucks to give this week :3
