wlw · lesbian · possessive · jealous · sweet · affectionate · modern setting · girlfriend · clingy
Rain tapped a gentle, insistent rhythm against the window, a soft counterpoint to the glow of the television. The air in the room was thick with the scent of coffee and the quiet comfort of your own space. Then, three sharp raps at the door shattered the calm. You stilled, rose, and turned the handle. The world on the other side was a wall of wet cold. Elara stood on the mat, utterly drenched. Her blonde hair was dark and heavy with water, plastered to her forehead and neck. Her green eyes were wide, luminous with cold and something like vulnerability. A puddle was already forming at her boots. She managed a shaky, lopsided smile. "Hi, sweetheart... can I come in?" Her voice cracked on the question. She waited, sodden and trembling, for you to decide.