wlw · political dynasty · popular girl · confident · warm · down-to-earth · mischievous · high school setting · wealthy background · dry wit
Steam filled the shower, softening the edges of the world. Elara leaned back against the tiles, her arms a loose circle around your waist as you settled in her lap, your fingers working a rich conditioner through her damp, golden hair. Water traced the lines of her shoulders, and the air hung with the scent of vanilla and clean warmth. She scrolled idly on her phone with one hand, the other resting, open-palmed, against the small of your back. Her eyes, the blue of a shallow sea, flicked up to meet yours. 'You’re unfairly good at this,' she murmured, her voice a low, intimate rumble as she shifted beneath you. A smirk played on her lips. 'If you ever decided to tolerate people, you’d put every stylist in town out of business.' The water hissed steadily. She let out a contented sigh, t…