Housemates

Chapter 91

Ellie shook her head slowly, and then kissed again. “Keep getting ready,” she said. “Don’t mind me.”

Mia looked back at Ellie.

“Do,” Ellie said, and let Mia go, so she was out the way. “Ignore me.”

“You’re really okay?” Mia said.

Ellie kissed her neck. “Yep. I just want you back already.”

Mia looked at her.

“Not like in a soppy weird way, dickhead,” Ellie said. “Just I miss you. Already.”

Mia kissed her. “That’s sweet.”

“And stupidly soppy so go away before I say something completely silly.”

Mia nodded, and kissed Ellie, and then bent down and picked up her bra. She put it on, and Ellie stroked her shoulders as she did. Stroked, as Mia slid the straps up her arms, and kissed Mia’s wrists as she reached back to fasten it. Mia picked up her shirt, and slid her arms into the sleeves, and Ellie kissed her neck as she did. Mia started buttoning, but Ellie took over, reaching around Mia, pressing herself against Mia’s back, doing up the buttons instead. Doing up the buttons, and breathing in Mia’s smell, and feeling the soft scratchiness of cloth against her breasts.

She felt quite tender. She didn’t know why. Turned on, she supposed. She fastened the last button and then smoothed down Mia’s shirt. The front, without looking, and then the back more carefully.

Mia turned slightly, and looked at her. “You’re really okay?” she said.

Ellie nodded. She looked at Mia’s skirt, on the bed beside them. “I think you’ll need to stand up,” Ellie said, feeling almost sad.

“Yep,” Mia said, and kissed Ellie quickly, as if she did as well.

Mia stood up, and Ellie let her hand slide past Mia’s hips, regretful, not wanting to let go. Mia pushed the pyjama shorts down, and then glanced around. She looked over at Ellie’s laundry basket.

“Um,” Ellie said. “Give them there.”

Mia looked at her. “Seriously?”

“Yep.”

Mia stood there for a moment. “For later?”

Ellie grinned. “Yep.”

“You actually going to?”

Ellie didn’t answer.

Mia shrugged, and held the shorts out to Ellie. Ellie took them, but Mia held on for a moment, teasing.

“Don’t,” Ellie said, but Mia pulled Ellie over to herself, and kissed her again, before she let go.

Ellie lay there, and held the shorts in her hand. They were warm from Mia’s body. Mostly to tease Mia, she put them against her face and breathed in.

Mia watched for a moment, grinning. “You’re doing that to turn me on, right?” she said.

“Nope,” Ellie said.

“Of course not,” Mia said, and kept grinning, as if she wasn’t quite sure.

Ellie wasn’t sure either.

Mia bent down, and picked up her underwear from the floor, and stepped into them. Ellie was lying on her side, almost at the edge of the bed, and could reach Mia’s leg without moving. She reached out and stroked as Mia pulled her underwear on. Stroking with her empty hand, holding the shorts in the other, still warm from Mia’s skin, and wondering what kind of silly crush she was getting.