Sara absently let herself be disrobed as she thought. The wet blouse dropping of her and feeling Clara start removing her skirt, Sara only moved to help remove them as she thought of Tracey and Heidi.
"Beneath me." she said in that same cold and hollow manner. She didn't believe it. She didn't know if Clara did either, but she said it, rather than admit the truth.
As Clara took Sara's hand, she relished in the feeling of comfort and laced their fingers together. Holding hands wasn't new to her, but holding hands and feeling comforted and safe was.
Sara looked to Clara and regaurded her slowly, a clear sadness in her eyes. She wanted to talk, she really did. But she told herself she shouldn't. Her father had always taught her to never show her weakness. Leaning in, she began to kiss Clara's neck again, pushing the girl to lay down again.