Protective cuddle I couldn’t sleep so I decided to color this like I had promised.
I’ll always guide you.
I’ll always be with you.
WOW SO WHO’S GOING TO WRITE THE FIC WHERE ERICA FINGERS ALLISON DURING CLASS?
there’s an advantage to having always been the quiet one. Erica knows what it’s like to be invisible, and it was always boring - except now she can take advantage of it too, see how far she can push things. Get away with murder. And Allison is the sweet new girl. Erica’s still surprised herself, the way their last Scott-focused confrontation went, but she likes it. There’s more to Allison than meets the eye. Erica gets that. Allison is more interesting than Scott anyway. There’s something dark there, and Erica likes flirting with danger these days.
And so Erica smiles sweetly, blandly, toward the front of the class and rests her hand on Allison’s thigh under the table, and smiles less sweetly at Allison’s glare, and leans in close under the pretence of looking at Allison’s notes. “Want me to stop?”
“You’re a crazy bitch,” Allison whispers, but she bites her lip when Erica drags her nails up the inside of Allison’s thigh, a steady pressure, and when Erica rubs over her through her underwear, through her tights, there’s already a hint of wetness.
“Fine.” Erica goes to take her hand away, and Allison shifts on her seat, eyes fixed on the desk. She looks pissed off and turned on. She looks beautiful.
“I didn’t say stop.”
omg this is so awesome.
I love the way you write Erica.