[note: Follow up to this brilliant piece here. Flack borrowed but returned unscathed for the purpose of this fiction piece. No - verse - just Flack'n Elle]

( Fiction: Just Like Other Girls )

Her hands curved against the metal bar behind her knees, leaning forward a bit but still not exactly going to tip over or fall off either, it was just a lean. A pulling against her arms really more than anything, just to get that feel of tension in between her shoulders and down her spine. Her nails tapped against the metal every once and a while, ( Read more... )