Who: TELLA What: Ella is home from Bulgaria, TELLA makes up for lost time and then they both have some..er..talking to do. (Also, Kitty is a college graduate now and can officially delve back into RP!) When: Saturday night; late Where: T's flat Warnings: NC-17, NSFW, Sex, Violence, possibly some language, (it's TELLA, you can imagine)
It had been a terribly long week full of terribly bad timing. Ella had planned her trip to see her brother (the only member of her family she still claimed) months before, but it could not have come at a more inopportune time than so soon after her spat with T over her being summoned and the fact that she was, indeed, keeping a rather huge secret from him. She'd missed him, as much as she hated to admit it, and it was not entirely due to the fact that she knew he'd had a blonde over at his place while she was gone. Of course, she didn't rationally worry that it meant anything, but the dispute had left her head in a bad place that made her usual jealous streak exponentially amplified. It wasn't something she wanted to admit, but it was there. She was just glad to be back now, to be able to cure T's boredom herself.
She'd gone to her own flat first, to shower someplace other than the dingy hostel she'd put herself and Aleksandr up in while she'd been in Bulgaria and to drop off her bag. But as soon as that was done, she'd Apparated to T's flat and had only been momentarily disappointed to find him sleeping on the sofa until she'd decided that this was the perfect opportunity to wake him up.
All thoughts aside in regards to their fight, all she wanted to do right now was to get under his skin in the best kind of way. Once she'd done that successfully, she could think about talking to him about a few different things that could potentially settle in between them. Smirking mischievously, she shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in one of T's old tshirts, and undid her trousers as she walked toward the sofa and kicked off her shoes. Climbing effortlessly on top of him, over his legs, she didn't worry about not waking him up; on the contrary, she was hoping to have the exact oppossite effect. She sank her nails unyieldingly into the tanned skin stretched perfectly over his hips and leaned down to catch the material around the button of his trousers between her teeth. She'd become quite the expert at undressing him with her mouth over the past six years. His trousers undone, she didn't bother to check the status of his conciousness, or the lack thereof, before running her teeth over his navel, her tongue flicking at the reddened flesh as she did so.