Laughter isn't the best medicine...
River/Elle
To call Elle Greenaway a prude was to completely mis-understand who she was inside. She had always been one to hide behind mystery and shadows but she was able to be tender when she needed to be. She had been panicked since the fisher king incident and had nearly managed to commit suicide once or twice.
River Song had been the reason she stopped trying, the woman was sweet and kind but she also knew the best way to calm Elle’s fears was to distract her, which was why she was currently kissing her way across Elle’s shoulder-blade, pausing to nip the end of it even as her hand slid between Elle’s thighs. River knew how to distract Elle perfectly but she found herself happy to leave the girl in another’s care.
To call Elle Greenaway a prude was to completely mis-understand who she was inside. She had always been one to hide behind mystery and shadows but she was able to be tender when she needed to be. She had been panicked since the fisher king incident and had nearly managed to commit suicide once or twice.
River Song had been the reason she stopped trying, the woman was sweet and kind but she also knew the best way to calm Elle’s fears was to distract her, which was why she was currently kissing her way across Elle’s shoulder-blade, pausing to nip the end of it even as her hand slid between Elle’s thighs. River knew how to distract Elle perfectly but she found herself happy to leave the girl in another’s care.