Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟑𝟐 • 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌

I spent the morning with Ellie's attorney, which was odd obviously. He asked some deeply personal questions, questions I didn't think pertained to the case, but through him, I was able to piece together what Ellie hadn't told me.
Because he's an attorney, everything is super hush-hush, focusing only on me and how I fit into the equation, but I'm not stupid. They wouldn't go this hard if the other side wasn't fighting back with an equally strong defense.
As I said, I've watched a lot of true crime.

It was around noon, and I was sitting in a chair I had pulled from the class to Ellie's desk, resting my chin on my hand that was flesh against the mahogany surface.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, glancing up at her while her face was buried in papers, which caused her to abruptly stop.

"What? No."

"It's just that you look busy."

She sets her pen down and leans back in her chair, which causes it to squeak.

"Are you bored or something?" She smirks as she tilts her head to the side, resting it on her fingertips.

I didn't notice it in the moment, but I smiled too, my eyes trailing from hers and down to the two top buttons of her shirt, which were undone.

"No."

She looked at me for a couple of seconds before an idea seemed to flash across her eyes.

"Come here."

She pats her thighs twice when I didn't cooperate immediately, to which, I do.

I'm straddling her, one of the hands that was on my waist leaves it, and comes up to my face, pushing the hair away and back over my shoulder.

There's a sensation building in my depths, a dangerous one, and she seems to know it by the way her fingers trailed my body. It was subtle, the way they lightly grazed sensitive areas, but I know her tricks.

"What are you doing?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

Her head cocks to the side as she looks down between us, before coming back up, "We still have 20 minutes before the next class."

My eyebrows upturned, "And?"

I know it, she knows I know it, but it's still so fun to make her spell it out.

Her shoulders rise and fall briefly, and her eyes find mine, "Ride my fingers."

You think nothing could surprise me, not the way Ellie has seemed to mold me over the years to expect the unexpected, yet, I still find myself utterly astonished by her audacity.

"Ellie..." I warned, although now that she's mentioned it, it does sound rather inviting.

"The doors locked. I already told you the cameras don't work, and even if they did-" She points to the one in the corner of the room above the entrance door, "- we're just out of frame."

I look at the camera, inspecting its angle when I feel her lips on my neck, whispering into it between soft pecks, "C'mon, pretty girl. Whaddya say?"
A shudder runs down my spine and through my chest, like a bolt of electricity bringing a new life, and it only intensifies tenfold when her hand snuck between my thighs and palmed me over my panties.

Subtly, I moaned, letting my head fall back further as she sucked at the skin.

"I'll take that as a yes." She chuckles, a cockiness from her that I thought I had lost completely.

I'm glad it's back.

Her index slipped inside, and she pulled my underwear to the side, her thumb finding my clit. I always knew wearing a skirt to see her at work was a risky thing to do. I think that's why I always did it.
It didn't take long for my body to catch up with Ellie's actions, how the friction of her fingers against me started to become less resistant, and how the chill of the classroom brushed up against me from below.