[ ugh, she really doesn't want to kiss you, rebekah. her only solace is she obviously feels the same. this is unwillingness written all over her face, brows furrows, lip curled up. yep, and then the barrier gets snug, elena's arms are trapped at her sides, and she is feeling more of rebekah than she has ever wanted to. more meaning pretty much all.
elena licks her lips slightly. her lashes flutter with aggravation and impatience for this entire thing, and her gaze darts to rebekah's mouth before she is looking anywhere but her eyes. oh god. ] Okay, maybe we should just - [ not suffocate. ]