#dash:fran

Fran: Well, that just begs the question.

Fran: How did you look at me before, and how do you look at me now?

Fran: I'm extremely curious.

Ella: Idk. In all of our very vigorous, mindblowingly good sexing, I guess we never talked about what we're into.

Ella: Other than each other.

[ PRIVATE: ]

Keep your ears warm, Hudson. I’d hate to lose them to frostbite.

I don't know. Not feeling your wrath might be a nice change for them.

After scrambling until the very last moment possible to get ready, Ella careens down the Dominant apartment hallways, looking every bit as flustered and rattled as she feels. This had been an idea borne out of hopeful fun then mired in self-doubt then put forward again as yet another olive branch of sorts. For now anyway. More than she wants to wallow in her predicament, she wants to spend time with Frannie. Fun time. A good time.

As she skids to a halt in front of the Domme's door, peonies in one hand and a dress bag draped across the other --  maybe she learned a little B&E from her roomie and slipped in during classes while Frannie was gone -- Ella takes a minute or two to straighten her suit where she can. (This includes an awkward check of the pack and play toy pressed firmly against her crotch beneath tailored slacks.) Once she thinks she's composed -- deep breaths, Hudson -- she uses her elbow to knock against the door a few times. 

[Left in a blue box with a Superman symbol on the lid, on Ella’s bed. Inside there’s a note:]

For tonight. 

-Diana, Princess of Themyscira

I think we should all get together after classes today and carve pumpkins. I know it's not something we ever really did at home -- all of his Halloween festivity is a little overwhelming -- but I think it would be fun. Yes? No?