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​

elliot breathed out shakily as she looked into their eyes. how many times had she looked into them and just smiled? how many mornings had she longed to wake up and let them be the first thing she saw across the pillow? but recently, she’d felt the space between them and she knew that was probably her fault. between her brother getting ill and her hours at work increasing, she’d been apologising daily for not giving them the luxury of her time. “tell me the rumours aren’t true.” she requested stiffly, a lump thickening in her throat. all she wanted was for them to be honest. “someone just decided to tell me that you’d slept with someone else....for fun? are you fucking with my head or are they?” she ran her hand across the top of her head. “just tell me it’s not true....if you can look at me and tell me it’s not true then i will be the humble one and apologise.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t try and play with the big girls, huh?” Elliot teased as she looked at the exhausted girl, still beautiful with her sweaty face and flushed cheeks. Still grinning, she pulled the lid off of her water bottle and squirted some into her mouth. Elliot jogged daily but the fact Colby had reluctantly said she’d join her....it was endearing. “Next time I say don’t race me....” She held the bottle out to the young blonde and then moved closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her sweaty head. “Don’t race me...” Patting Colby’s butt softly, she jerked her head back toward the road they’d just run along. “C’mon. Lunch at Spoons is on me. We’ll get Nor to pick us up. I’ll tell her I twisted my ankle.”