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ELLA: The sounds she makes when Frannie-- Miss Fabray-- plays with her are sounds she's never made with anyone else. Not that the other Doms and Dommes that have played with her have been bad or anything. They haven't. Almost everyone she's ever played with has made her come, sort of, and it's never been flat out bad. Beyond her first semester anyway. But that doesn't mean any of them make her feel like her teacher does. Ella doesn't know if she's *really* that good or if she's just such a desirable person that Ella projects her being better than she is. Maybe it's just the fact that Miss Fabray is touching her at all...

"Oh, f-fuck." Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. There's a lot of pressure happening right now. A lot. Her fingers clench in blonde hair, blunt nails pressing against the Domme's scalp as her hips undulate harder. "O-Oh my god..."

FRAN: She should stop Ella, probably. She's fairly sure letting a sub grab her is bad enough, without adding in the fact that she can actually feel Ella's nails on her scalp. So she should stop this and probably send Ella to the corner, but she doesn't even try to gather the self-control needed for that. Every slight tug on her hair lets her know Ella is enjoying this at least as much as she is, and Frannie can't find anything at all to complain about. Ella is getting wetter by the second and rocking harder against her mouth, and feels awfully close to perfect.

The finger in Ella's ass moves slowly, careful not to hurt the sub. Anal play is not something they've indulged in often, and this isn't the kind of play session where pain plays an important part. Eventually, though, the need to take control trumps her initial idea to let Ella set the rhythm. Her mouth moves and she wraps her lips around a stiff clit, suckling on it for a few moments before giving it her tongue's complete attention.

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ELLA: The first touch of Miss Fabray's tongue -- she licks her just a little bit, almost like she was never there in the first place -- before her lips press against hot, sticky skin makes Ella's eyes cross. She's not a virgin, but she's not exactly a lothario of a sub. Since she's been playing with Miss Fabray is the most she's played regularly in all three years at school. And it's been a month without and... wow. She definitely forgot a little bit how good this all feels.

And how ridiculously hot the Domme is with her head between Ella's legs. It feels naughty, really. Dirty. Wrong. For someone so gorgeous to be doing these kinds of things to someone as... well... unextraordinary as Ella. So it's that much hotter that she is.

Fingers thread back through silky soft golden hair, grabbing on tight while her hips start a slow, steady rhythm to keep her clit knocking against that oh so perfect nose.

FRAN: She's sure this is yet another thing about her relationship - not that it is a relationship, /relationship/ - with Ella Hudson that is simply wrong. She's had a lot of time to think about her in the last month. Sbe could write a fairly long list of reasons why this is one of the worst ideas she's ever had. She's a girl. She has no family connections. She often forgets her title. She's a girl (has she mentioned that?). And she knows the fact that she - a Fabray Domme! - is currently on her knees eating her pussy like it's her last meal, allowing a sub to grab at her hair and rock her hips and essentially ride her mouth... well. It just adds on to the many ways in which this is wrong. And surprisingly, she could not possibly care less.

Ella is delicious. She's soft and beautiful and she makes Frannie laugh even if half the time she's not sure Ella is actually joking. Fran missed her. And at least for now, she thinks that all trumps whatever code of conduct she's supposed to be following when it comes to choosing her sub. Well, not /her sub/, her sub. Subs. In general.

Her tongue circles Ella's entrance, and Fran hooks one of Ella's legs over her shoulder to give herself better access. One finger presses against Ella's asshole, gently at first and then finally pushing past tight muscle when Fran starts fucking the sub with her tongue.

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ELLA: Oh god...

Her head thumps back hard against the wall, and she realizes half a second too late that that was probably the most horrible thing she could have done. Blinding white pain sears through her brain and pushes at the backs of her eyes, and she has to bite down hard on her lip to keep from making some kind of noise that would probably make all of this stop. And, honestly, after the month she's had Miss Fabray on her knees between her legs is *totally* worth a headache.

Her chest heats up a little when she spreads her legs. She can feel how wet she is -- how did that happen that fast?? -- and it's kiiiiind of embarrassing. But she knows Miss Fabray won't mind. She likes things that make her feel powerful. It's her fault anyway.

FRAN: She hears the thump, and it actually makes her stop looking at Ella's pussy for a moment, just to check she's ok. When the sub doesn't say anything, though, she figures it means she's still feeling all right. And she's grateful for that. She'd have stopped if she had to, but she's immensely glad she doesn't.

Ella is so wet. For /her/. And Frannie, as always, takes it as the best kind of compliment. She pushes damp panties aside, and she feels her pupils dilate enough that everything looks a little blurry. God, she missed Ella Hudson. Her mouth starts down at Ella's perineum and moves up, and Frannie lets out a happy, greedy moan when Ella's taste finally (finally!) hits her tongue.

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ELLA: Yeah. Yeah. Yeahhh. Soooo didn't expect this today. She would've worn prettier underwear. Or like... matching underwear. Shit, if this underwear says the wrong day of the week on it, she's going to melt through the floor and die of embarrassment. She might just do that anyway if she trips over her own feet again while Miss Fabray moves her across the room.

"Uhhhh..." Staring into the space between them, dumbly watching elegant fingers pull her shorts off, Ella can't seem to close her mouth. "Y-Yeah. Yeah." A light cough. "Totally."

FRAN: Ella is downright adorable, which seems unfair given the circumstances. Fran doesn't particularly gravitate towards virgin subs, and she knows for a fact Ella is far from one - from their playtime together alone, she's worked up a fair amount of practice. And yet, she still stares and seems to lose all control of her brain. She still blushes sometimes. It's adorable. It makes Fran's heart throb in a way that she feels keenly even through the thick fog of lust clouding her senses.

Dropping to her knees, Fran finds herself face to face with a pair of cotton panties that make her let out a quiet chuckle. "You do know today's Thursday, don't you, my girl?" Saturday. Fran presses a kiss to the word, just because she can. "Spread your legs for me." Another kiss, lower this time, and Frannie can feel Ella's wetness through her panties, pulling a hungry hum from deep in her chest.

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ELLA: A thrill shoots up from her cunt through her belly and explodes out in her chest, and it leaves her dizzy. Dizzy and swaying and clinging hard to Miss Fabray's back and shoulders and head and hair and whatever she can grab onto. Overwhelmed quickly, Ella moans loudly, tipping her head down to watch the Domme latch onto her nipple and suck hard. It makes her throb in response, and her thighs clench together hard.

This was not at all what she expected coming over today, but it's a hell of a lot better than spending another day flat on her back in the hospital. It's a hell of a lot better than a lot of things. Her mouth stays open, a perfectly awed little O, jaw dropped as she watches with increasingly dilated pupils.

FRAN: She lets go of Ella's nipple with a wet pop, standing up straight to guide Ella towards the nearest wall. "Are you all right, pet?" She's a little breathless. Her voice is lower than it usually sounds, pupils dilated to match the sub's. Even as she asks with genuine concern (she'd rather not set off another coughing fit), her fingers work on unbuttoning Ella's shorts, letting them slide down long legs just as the sub's back meets the wall.

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ELLA: Oh. Ohhhh. Okay.

Maybe she said that out loud just now. Or moaned it. Whatever. Maybe it's all in her head. She can't really tell up from down and right from left and inside voice from shouting when Miss Fabray really sets in on her. And, if her memory's working just right, this is just the start of it. When the Domme noses around her neck like that, she's slowly getting warmed up. And when her teeth sink in--

"Oh!" That's definitely out loud. One hand falls from her hair to clutch at the wing of Miss Fabray's shoulder, and her hips rock forward instinctively. Long lashes flutter closed

FRAN: She's always possessive. It comes with being a Domme, she figures. But she's particularly possessive where Ella is involved. And even more so when it's been a month since she last saw her. She knows Ella hasn't been with other Dommes in that time, but there's still a very primal, almost desperate need to reclaim every inch of her. Her teeth sink into the skin of Ella's neck, and she knows the bruise will be more than visible even if she doesn't draw blood. Even if she doesn't say it out loud, there's a 'mine' implied in every kiss she presses to purpling, abused skin.

Her hands leave Ella's ass to wrap around the edge of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over the sub's breasts. She doesn't bother with fully taking it off. Under different circumstances, she'd take her time and unwrap her sub like a present, but she's a little too focused on getting at as much skin as possible for that. Her tongue licks a strip up Ella's sternum, and she pulls down the sub's bra to free her breasts. "Christ." It's a little awed. Almost as if she'd forgotten just how much she enjoyed Ella during all this time. One hand palms at one of Ella's breasts, and Fran's teeth catch the other nipple, gently biting before suckling it into her mouth.

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ELLA: 'I missed you.' I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. The words turn themselves over in her mind while her heart throbs and her stomach flutters and warm, soft, sweet lips slide over her own. And good God, yes, she missed this. How could she not? Maybe Miss Fabray's a little scary sometimes and a lotta intense most of the time, but nothing compares to this. Soft voices and sweet smiles and warm kisses and her hands and...

Ella's arms wind around the blonde's shoulders, pulling herself closer until their chests press together and she can sink her fingers into the silky soft hair at the base of the Domme's skull. She doesn't say all Miss Fabray would have needed to do to pretend she was there was knock something over every once in awhile, but she'll try to remember to do so later. When there aren't better things to do.

FRAN: It's not the first time she's noticed there seems to be a little bubble she enters whenever she's alone with Ella. The weight of being Frannie Fabray lifts off her shoulders, and smiles come a little easier than they normally do. Even when they make her kisses a little clumsier than they normally would be. But she doesn't think Ella minds. She doesn't know if Ella notices, but if she does, she doesn't think she minds.

Frannie's hands slide down from Ella's waist to her ass, grabbing and pulling the sub flush against her. Her teeth catch Ella's bottom lip, and then Fran kisses a path along Ella's jaw, up to her ear and then down to her neck, looking for the perfect spot to leave her first mark.

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ELLA: "...huh?"

So maybe kisses from Miss Fabray for the first time in a month kinda shut her brain down a little. Nothing wrong with that, right? Totally nothing wrong with it. If anyone else had been kissed by the Domme, they'd totally experience the same thing. Promise. Pinky swear. That same shaky-kneed, flushed cheeked, swaying awe. Are her eyes even open right now?

FRAN: Oh, that blush. Frannie reaches for the glass in Ella's hand to carefully set it down on the table, just to protect her floor and the glass itself. Kissing Ella into dropping it would've been a nice stroke to her ego, of course, but she'd rather avoid sharp glass shards on the floor while a clumsy sub is around. The last thing she wants is to end the day in the ER while Ella gets even more stitches.

"I missed you." It's little more than a murmur as Fran leans in to kiss the sub again, with more purpose this time. She missed Ella and her flushed cheeks. And her ridiculous ideas. "Maybe I should've hallucinated you, too, to keep me company." Fran's hands find their place on Ella's waist to pull her a little closer, and she's still smiling when she kisses her once again.

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ELLA: Her head shakes vigorously, and she only grimaces a little bit when it feels like her brain is rattling around in her skull and smashing against her stitches. "No." A beat. "Well, I mean yeah... they're like... all Doms. Like... all of them. But uhm-- I dunno. No. I wasn't really paying attention. I kept talking to invisible!you so like, that says something doesn't it?" When she's been played with by a Domme like Miss Fabray, how could see even notice others are there? C'mon now.

FRAN: "Invisible me." Frannie repeats the words with a slight chuckle and a shake of her head, because honestly, only Ella could come up with something like that. She rewards it with a kiss, actually, and even if she had every intention to make it a quick peck, her lips linger on Ella's for just a few seconds too long. Just because it's been a very long time. "You're going to have to tell me what you and invisible me talked about, you know. So we're on the same page."

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ELLA: She can't help but fidget under the intense stare of blue eyes. Even if Miss Fabray is smiling, she radiates this... energy, and it kinda bowls Ella over sometimes. Or a lot of the time. She hasn't quite figured out why someone like the Domme likes someone like her, but she's not about looking gift horses in their mouths. Especially one as pretty as Miss Fabray. And maybe that expression's more fitting for Miss C, but oh well. There's nothing about gift goddesses and their mouths.

"Y-Yeah they're fine. I'm fine." A beat. "Well... except the noggin', y'know." She shrugs and takes a long gulp of water. "I'm uhm..." Fidget. Tug at her hair. Fidget. "I'm kinda surprised you didn't just like... forget about me or whatever. Move on or something." A beat. "There are a lot of subs here. Obviously. And uh... yeah."

FRAN: Ella seems to have a gift for making Frannie feel things she can't quite explain. She's sure the sub doesn't do it on purpose - she's fairly sure she doesn't even know she does it - but it happens. Like right now. She doesn't like to hear her talk about herself like she's just another sub. For some reason. She doesn't particularly want to find the reason right now. She just doesn't like it.

"I don't particularly want all those subs." Which is why it's been a month since she's played. But Ella doesn't need to know that, does she? "I want you." And her legs. Blue eyes wander down again, following long lines from Ella's feet to her hips. When she looks back into Ella's eyes, she's smiling again. "Why, did you move on while you were at the hospital?" Her tone is teasing, but there's a hint of irrational doubt at the back of her mind. Surely Ella didn't move on. Not that there's anything to move on from. "There are a lot of Dommes among the doctors there, aren't there?"

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ELLA: For half a second, Ella gapes like a fish. Like the beautiful blonde Domme has grown a second head. Because she's like... totally smirking. And totally flirting. And totally calling her -- her! a sub! -- Miss, and it throws Ella off what little game she clings to. Her fingers get slick on the glass, and she almost drops it but recovers with only a few splashes hitting the floor.

"Uhm... no." Is it hot in here? Is she blushing? She knows she can't stop smiling, even as she tumps a bunch of water into her mouth. "No I'm cool. Thank you." A long beat. "Miss."

FRAN: Oh, that's cute. Ella smiles even wider, and she blushes just so, and when Fran sees the way the sub's hand shakes around the glass, she swears she could just purr. She's missed Ella. Well, she's missed being with a sub. In general. Not necessarily Ella Hudson in particular, of course.

"Please be careful with my hardwood floors, Ella." She'd sound a little more stern if she wasn't too busy enjoying the sight in front of her. There's a box of tissues on the table behind her, and Fran grabs a few and bends down to dry the few splashes of water... and promptly gets distracted by the legs that are now right in front of her face. It takes her a few seconds to stop staring, actually, and when she stands back up she needs to clear her throat before she can speak. "I'm glad your legs weren't harmed in your hospital adventures." Another look. Now that she's started, she doesn't think she can stop looking at them. "You know I have a soft spot for them."

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ELLA: Even after a month, it doesn't seem like Miss Fabray likes her less. Maybe she does sorta. Maybe she likes her more. What's that thing? Absence makes the heart grow faster? Something like that. Ella can't disagree because she knows she likes Miss Fabray more. She missed her a lot. Like a lot a lot. Probably easy to tell with the whole... hallucinations thing.

But maybe Miss Fabray likes her more, too, because she doesn't want to see her in pain. Ella smiles and leans down to peck the Domme's cheek with her lips. "That'd be cool. Thanks."

FRAN: She blames it all on the fact that it's been a month since she's played with a sub. Surely that's why Ella's smile seems even brighter - prettier - than before. And why the downright chaste kiss makes her stomach flutter and her cheeks warm up in a way that makes her turn around and head for the bathroom before any traitorous blushing can actually show.

With a glass full of water and all unexplainable fluttering under control, Fran walks back out of the bathroom and hands the glass to the sub. "Here." And then, with an almost playful smirk, "can I get you anything else, Miss?"

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ELLA: She shakes her head, hair flying in either direction while she clings to the blonde's shoulders. "No way, no way. I've been--" A cough. "In bed for a month." Once she's sure it's over, she stands up straight, wipes at her mouth and looks the Domme in the eye. "Laying flat on my back isn't high on my to do list right now, y'know? I'm fine."

FRAN: No way. Fran is a little startled - a month without Ella was a month without random sub outbursts - but she can admit it makes sense. She'll breathe easier on her feet, she figures. Or sitting down. She'll... well. As horrifying as the thought may sound, she'll leave it to Ella Hudson's discretion.

"I don't like seeing you in pain." It escapes her lips before she can tell herself it's the sort of thought she should keep quiet, and once it's out there she figures she may as well pretend it's the most natural thing in the world. Some things disappear if you ignore them hard enough. "Do you need a glass of water?"

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ELLA: Every time she makes Miss Fabray laugh, she remembers it. Probably because it doesn't happen a lot, but it's super cool when it does. She should laugh a lot more than she does. It makes her even prettier, and it's this really happy, musical sound. Kinda like bells or something. And it makes Ella feel pretty good about herself.

Her eyes cross a little when the blonde leans in that much closer. She's so close now, Ella can smell her perfume even more. She can see the faintest faintest hints of a freckle or two under her makeup. She can see her eyelashes. Stupid long. And she wets her lips to lean in and kiss the Domme--

But a loud, sudden, spluttering cough rips through her chest, and Ella jerks her head away as fast as she can so she doesn't cough right in Miss Fabray's face. That'd be a turn off. Her hands grip tightly to the Domme's shoulders, hunching over and hacking until the fit passes with a soft whine.

FRAN: It startles her how scared she gets. She's no stranger to medical emergencies, thanks to a few years as a hockey coach and a baby sister who went through the menagerie of bodily fluids and disturbing images that is pregnancy and birth. But when Ella coughs like that - and mind you, it's no regular flu cough - Fran swears she feels her blood run cold. It sounds awful. Like she's never going to breathe right again. It looks painful. Her chest is twisting again.

"Hey." Once it's over, Frannie wills her voice to sound steady and sure. Looking like a wilting flower is about the last thing she wants. "Are you all right?" It's probably a dumb question. She's still a little rattled, and aware that she's overreacting all at the same time. "Come on, pet. Let's get into bed for a while."

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ELLA: She keeps her smile pretty contained at first. It's a nice feeling-- a really nice feeling-- to have Miss Fabray touch her and worry over her and be gentle with her. She's so... frosty usually, even sometimes when they're alone, and it's just... hella nice to feel that warmth she keeps locked up and put away so people can't see it.

When she compliments her hair, though, Ella's smile breaks free again, past the confines of her teeth to stretch happily across her face, cheeks reddening. She reaches up to ghost over the prickly stitches. "I look pretty metal, don't I? It's kinda hot, huh?"

FRAN: That gets a chuckle out of Fran, even as she shakes her head. "Pretty metal." She can feel the tension gathered over a month of trying not to worry dissipate the longer she's in Hudson's presence. "I guess you could say it is pretty metal. Should I expect an increase in metal studs and black leather in your wardrobe soon?"

Ella's second question makes Fran lean just a little closer, not that there was much space between them to begin with. Even if she's fairly sure playtime is off the table all things considered, it /has/ been four weeks. And it's nice to feel Ella's body pressed against her again. "And yes. It looks very sexy on you."

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ELLA: "It'll hurt anyway, but I'd rather get a hug."

Her chest hurts constantly. So do her abs. Like an ache. Or like she's done a shitton of crunches or something. It hurts. Doc said it was all the bone-rattling coughing. It'll probably take awhile to go away.

She doesn't let herself get pushed any further away than the Domme minimally needs to look her in the eye. Dude, she's so friggin' pretty. Still. It's not fair. It's so not fair. And her skin is stupid soft. And she smells so good. It smells like Chanel. Totally not surprised.

"I'm all good, Miss. Pretty indestructible. Gotta hard noggin'." She knocks the heel of one hand against the side of her head, and manages to only wince when the action throbs hard just under her stitches. "See?"

FRAN: Ella is still awfully cute. In an unnerving way sometimes, and in a downright insubordinate way some other times, but still cute. So Frannie smiles, even as she reaches for the hand that just knocked on Ella's head to pull it down. "Please don't do that." That had to hurt. Ella's chest hurts, and she's willing to bet having that IV put in had to hurt, too, and the stitches must hurt as well. And for some reason she's completely unwilling to think about right now, the thought of Ella being in (non-play related) pain makes something twist uncomfortably - almost painfully - in her chest.

"I'm glad you're all right." Once she's let go of Ella's hand, her own moves so her fingertips can gently touch the shaved patch on her head. "I was... concerned. About you." As if trying to find something to focus on rather than the fact that yes, she missed Ella Hudson, and yes, she spent four weeks worrying about her, Fran tucks the longer side of Ella's hair behind her ear. "You know, the haircut looks good on you."

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ELLA: Unlike Miss Fabray, which isn't surprising in the least bit at all, Ella has no reservations about making her feelings known. She hasn't seen the blonde -- other than the visions of her own mind -- in a month, and when her heart and her stomach do that weird, throbbing sort of cartwheel, Ella Hudson isn't the type to rein it in. On the contrary, a great big smile bursts across her face, and she essentially flings herself at the blonde, arms wrapping around her neck and hugging her close. She hasn't even considered that maybe whatever fondness had been built up has been washed away and replaced by another sub.

"Oh, man, I missed you. Like a lot."

FRAN: Strangely, her first thought isn't the fact that Ella has thrown herself into her arms in what's essentially the hallway. Carly could see them. Worse, /Berry/ could see them, and then she'd never hear the end of it at breakfast. But what's worrying her and the reason she doesn't return the hug with as much enthusiasm as Ella puts into it, is that she's scared she may hurt the sub in her arms.

"Be careful, Ella." Her voice is a little softer, as it usually is when she calls Hudson by her first name, even if she's almost scolding her. "Didn't you say your chest hurt?" She speaks even as she walks both of them backwards into the room and then kicks the door shut, pulling back just enough to take a good look at the sub's face. One hand cups Ella's cheek, and Fran's thumb gently brushes against soft skin. "How are you feeling?" Blue eyes move from Ella's face to the stitches on her head. "I assume you still need to rest."

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