Actually, it seemed incredibly welcome, if the sudden hitch in Elise's breath was anything to judge by. And maybe the trails Lucy left on her girlfriend's skin would never be as physically permanent as the dark ink that was indelibly marked on the senior's hip—but oh, was Lucy ever so aware of the obvious impact they left in their wake. Her invisible script was translated into nothing but the most wonderful, breathy sounds that escaped the blonde's lips even at such simple caresses. And it was always so blissfully unfathomable to the redhead that the most subtle actions could elicit such a response...
The more Lucy's hands roamed, though, the more her mind traveled as well, and she found herself wondering just what other responses she could draw from the senior.
What other sounds were th
