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My Ending: 11:45 “Frick!” Elliot hissed under her breath. Why tonight of all nights, when she’d had one of the worst days she’d ever had and was feeling particularly vulnerable? Why tonight, when all she wanted was a warm body and a little bit of company? Why tonight, after the argument she’d had with JD and Dr. Cox about the very person who was knocking on her bedroom door? Why tonight? “Elliot? Are you awake?” Jordan’s voice was strangely soft, and Elliot decided it was because it was quarter of midnight. Elliot mumbled some sort of response into her pillow, deciding it would be easier if she didn’t have to look at her. The door creaked open and she felt Jordan sit down on the side of the bed. Jordan sighed quietly, trying to work up the energy to convince herself that this was all a bad idea. But Perry kicking her out had been a shock, though she supposed it shouldn’t have been. Yes, of course she knew that he and DJ were sleeping together. So did everyone else. But she didn’t think he’d be able to get over himself enough to make her leave so DJ could move in. It hurt in a way she couldn’t identify, even if she had wanted to. Elliot rolled over to look at Jordan, trying to read her. Somehow the fact that Jordan was facing away from her not talking, not doing anything, said more than any words could. Elliot sat up and rested a hand on her back, leaving it even as Jordan stiffened. “Jordan? What’s wrong?” she asked, not at all sure it was a good idea to break the silence. Jordan turned around, her dark brown eyes locking with Elliot’s bright blue ones. “Fuck this,” she whispered and leaned forward, brushing her lips against Elliot’s. She put a hand on Elliot’s shoulder as if to push her away but kept kissing her, pushing her tongue against Elliot’s lips until she let her in. Elliot let out a small sigh and reached up, putting one hand on the back of Jordan’s neck and the other on her lower back, trying to pull her closer. Jordan trailed kisses along her neck until her lips were resting on Elliot’s ear. “Get your hands off me,” she hissed. “And don’t you dare say anything unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” “Ye–” Jordan immediately pulled back and slapped Elliot hard enough to leave a red handprint on her cheek. “I told you not to say anything,” Jordan said, almost gently. “Can you do that, pumpkin?” Elliot nodded, eyes wide. She shouldn’t be surprised that Jordan was into this, and Elliot wasn’t, not really. What surprised her was how much she enjoyed it. Jordan smiled, sending a shiver down Elliot’s spine. “Good.” She pushed Elliot so she was lying flat on her back. Jordan lay down on top of her so every inch of their bodies was pressed together. She leaned down so her lips were against Elliot’s ear again. “Good girl.” |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
