50 shades of lesbian love (girlxgirl)

In the air

THIS BOOK IS ALL ABOUT SEX SCENES, NOTHING BUT THAT! SO, IF YOURE NOT INTO THIS, YOU SHOULD LEAVE NOW!

"Why the long face?" Ellie whispered to me, who was sitting next to her and obviously only half focusing on the in-flight movie playing in front of us.

"Oh, it's nothing," I insisted, smiling briefly at the blonde. "Just tired."

"Liar," Ellie scoffed, not even vaguely impressed by my attempts. "Come on, spill," she prompted, nudging me playfully with her shoulder.

"I just..." I paused, turning to face Ellie and biting down on my lip in anticipation before I finished my sentence. "I'm just not really looking forward to this whole trip," I confessed slowly.

"What? Why?" Ellie questioned, shocked by my revelation.

"Well I mean don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to give Libby her present and to see her on her birthday... I just have the feeling that Isabel is upset with me about something?" I explained, looking to Ellie to confirm my allegations.

"Oh?"

"Yes..." I sighed. "Since last time we visited and stayed with her, I just feel like she's being odd around me. For example whenever you talk to her on skype she always becomes quiet when I come into the room," I elaborated, ending my story with a confused shrug.

"Oh..." Ellie simply nodded, looking away from me and subtly ringing her fingers.

"Is that all you have to say on the matter?" I questioned, instantly knowing that Ellie wasn't telling the whole story.

"Well that may have possibly had something to do with something I kinda told Isabel..." Ellie confessed, her hands moving a mile a minute in an apparent attempt to deflect my ever growing scowl.

"Go on..." I pushed, not seeming amused.

"Well you know how we kinda thought that seeing as it was only us and Isa in the house it wouldn't matter if we uh... did it in her spare room because she sleeps like a log anyway?" Ellie muttered, blushing at the memory of what we'd done in that bed.

"Your thought... but continue," I corrected.

"Whatever... well turns out that even someone that sleeps as heavily as Isabel didn't sleep through your screams and uh... when she confronted me about it, I kinda said it was your idea." The end of Ellie's sentence was so rushed it was barely coherent.

"You lil shit!," I gasped.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just panicked and..."

"Woken by my screams?" I butted in, crossing my arms firmly across my chest.

"Wait, that's what you're mad about?"

"Well since you're the screamer, yeah, that's what I'm mad about," I whispered, suddenly very aware of the conversation we were having while surrounded by other passengers.

"I am not!" Ellie gasped in horror.

"Well neither am I."

There was no way this argument was going to end anytime soon. Both of us were convinced we knew the absolute truth, and neither were willing to budge on our position. Luckily though, even the most crude of arguments could be solved.

"Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes," Ellie whispered suddenly.

"Sorry?" I replied, eyes going wide at what I was sure Ellie was insinuating.

"You heard," Ellie smirked, kissing me quickly on the cheek before rising out of her chair. "We're going to settle this." She sauntered off then, looking back only once to flash me a cheeky smile.