About five minutes before class starts, a young woman enters and heads for the teacher's desk. She's dressed sharply but without much color, favoring crisp black and white. A pair of cat ears, the same rich, sleek brown as her hair, twitch slightly at the students' quiet chatter. She sets her bag down and withdraws her laptop, getting it hooked up to the room's projection equipment.

At precisely the time scheduled, she claps her hands, cutting through the buzz. "Your attention. My name is Ellie Davis and I will be the proctor for this section of Ancient History of the Middle East. The focus will be economic history, from the founding of Uruk to the conquests of Alexander of Macedon. This gives us more than three and a half thousand years to cover in slightly under three months. As such, we will be moving quickly. If you do not intend to focus on my lessons, kindly remove yourself to the back of the room or vacate it entirely at this point." She pauses briefly.

Oh, she's going to be focusing alright. Her own ears prick forward with interest (they shade to a lighter auburn than her hair at their tips, and she has several rhinestone piercings in each, set asymmetrically). 

She might be focusing on something other than the lecture, though, like those pretty lips. 

"Any use of magery or psionics by a student during class time will be grounds for prosecution under the student code of conduct. My office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays eleven to two and Fridays three to six. You should have received an electronic copy of the syllabus on your university email. I am required by policy to review it in class with you," she flicks the projector screen on and displays each page of the syllabus, lingering on each for three seconds. "As you can see, it explains the grading policy and gives a week-by-week schedule. If you have further questions, see me outside of class."

With the formalities out of the way, she jumps straight into the first lecture.

She actually wants to learn this, and the proctor's voice is very lovely, so she tries very hard to pay attention to the material too. So she can remember things the cute girl said to use later.

She's definitely going to have syllabus questions, of course.

She also puts her hand up at every single pause for questions (and a few pauses that probably were not meant for questions but are long enough to get her hand up). Her questions do at least reveal she did the readings and also some supplemental info dives, and she mostly tries to prod for more details. Also more talking. Cute girl should definitely be talking to her. 

Her questions are all answered thoroughly- and begin to prompt a quirk of the lips as Ellie sees that they are all consistently thoughtful and insightful.

That definitely is how you encourage someone like Ji to do even more reading after class. And also to not ask silly joke questions. 

Office hours aren't until tomorrow, tragically, but if she lingers on packing up her bag maybe she can catch the proctor on her way out...

The proctor is very efficient and businesslike about packing up her own bag. Almost as much so as the quicker students.

Means she fails to catch her. Dang. (She's not quite that fast even when trying to book it, especially since Ji doesn't pack her bag preemptively.)

She goes home to flop dramatically about having missed talking to the pretty girl about stuff that isn't the subject matter. (She should eat, but, first, being dramatic.)

"Rough first day?" her sister asks.

Pout.

"The proctor for my section is unfairly hot."

"Oh," she says dryly. "How terrible."

"It's absolutely horrible."

"Mhm."

"So, dom or sub?"

She perks up. "Total dom energy, though she's not, like, presenting super blatantly."

Sage nod.

"Classic hot for teacher."

"You're a jerk."

Giggle.

"Dinner's ready, by the way. If you didn't fill up on whine."

"Absolutely not - I'm starving, I skipped lunch..."

"Ji!" her sister scolds. "At least let me pack you something in the morning if you're not going to get anything yourself."

"I was gonna get something but the cafe was crowded..." Pout. "You can pack stuff for me, though, if you want."

"Seems like I'll have to. You'll need all your strength if you're going after one of your teachers."

"Thanks for taking such good care of me, sis."

"Someone has to."

"I'm gonna have trouble finding a dom who's as good as you at it, you know."

"Maybe you can work out a timeshare agreement."

"Or ask you to do some tutoring."

"Also a possibility. But come on." Poke. "Let's eat."

"Yes'm," she says, giggling.

And, to eat! Hopefully Sara made a lot.

Enough to get her to the ice cream for dessert, at least.

Wonderful.

"Y'know," she says after her first bite of ice cream, "There's a farmers market near here on the weekends. Bet that guy who was selling the weird ice creams is back."

"More ghost pepper ice cream is coming out of the entertainment budget, not the food."

She giggles wildly. "I was more thinking lavender goat's milk... Bet I can convince him to sell spicy ice cream, though."

"He seemed like he liked you. Glad to meet someone who appreciated the artistry of his craft."

"As one artist to another."

Hee.

"How's your first day been?"

"Not as dramatic as yours, I think." But she's happy to ramble about her first class and the lineup of clubs she saw at the student center.

"There's usually a club day the second weekend of September, I think," she says. "Think it's a better way to get the vibe - I joined one of the martial arts clubs and astronomy last year after talking to them... I'm thinking of looking at like a fraternity this year too, maybe poke my head into one of the architecture clubs."

"I'll have to look into it. Not sure which ones I want to join."

"Maybe you'll meet some pretty person and follow them."

"Anything's possible."

"Now you're just tempting me to set you up with someone, you know."

"If you can ever see a nice dom without wanting them for yourself."

"Maybe! Though, you don't want a sub?"

Hum. "Not for a long-term thing. Maybe as a fling."

"So you want someone you can take care of but who doesn't need to be bossed around like me?"

"That would be ideal."

Giggle. "I'll see what I can do."

Smile. "Thanks, sis."

"But if you're done eating, we should do our meditations."

"Yeah, am."

She does, actually, really enjoy meditating. It's nice, even without magic. 

Yeah, soothing. A nice way to end the day.

Definitely. 

She has more classes the next day, of course... One at eight in the morning, then food so her sister won't nag her too much, then she heads over to Ellie's office early enough she can get there right around eleven.

The door is locked (much more securely than the classroom door) until it is actually eleven, at which point it unlocks from inside.

She doesn't try to pick it. Seems rude. 

She heads in once she hears the lock click.

Ellie looks up.

"Ah, Miss Ryder."

Sudden scowl. 

Ugh, that name isn't a good way to start this off. 

She - doesn't want to snap at the pretty girl though, even though this is the fourth time this week... 

So, she tries to keep her tone even and her expression not quite as annoyed. She mostly kinda succeeds. Ish.

"I don't go by that," she says, tightly. "Just - Miss Kelsang, if you want to be formal."

'Kelsang' is nowhere on her paperwork.

"Noted. Miss Kelsang, then. What brings you here so promptly?"

She dials her mood back to neutral. A bit hard with the awkward start, but she likes that the girl used her preferred name instead of arguing or jumping to another thing on her paperwork, which helps...

"I had some syllabus questions."

"Oh?"

And a bit awkwardly: "...Also the university has no non-awkward way to list a preferred name, so, wanted to let you know about the name thing and that my assignments won't be signed as the name on my paperwork."

"If your date of birth is correct, then you can request to change your name."

"I don't have any legal paperwork for it yet, which is what the admin lady last year said she thinks I'll need. And I don't want it showing up on like tuition payment statements yet."

She raises a brow.

"I see."

Ugh ugh ugh, this is so awkward. 

"It's Dorji Kelsang. That I'm going as."

"I might also add a last name if I ever pick one, but. Might not."

Hum.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Small smile. 

"The pleasure's mine."

"I'm sure it is."

Small giggle. "You are a very interesting lecturer."

She flicks an ear.

"Perfect memory means I spend my time on packaging the material for you, rather than learning it myself."

"Much better than our full professors are managing."

"They have tenure, I don't."

"I think it might be more than just that. You think about things really interestingly."

"Is this leading to a question about the syllabus, or are you just here to flatter me, Miss Kelsang?"

"I can flatter you and have syllabus questions, you know." In fact, here's one, about the tests - it sounds like they might be take home, but she wasn't sure...

Students will have the option of taking the tests in the assigned period, or picking up the test the week before to work on at home and turning it in when the others are taking it. The latter option will be graded more strictly, as noted.

That explains it, yeah. 

She has a couple clarifying questions, too, about things like the check in and rough draft schedules for the final paper, and topic selection for that... 

Not as many questions as she'd like to have, though she enjoys hearing Ellie answer them. 

And then - "Do you usually get lots of students stopping by this early in the semester?"

"Typically not until the first reading quiz. You are an outlier."

"I quite like to stand out."

"So I see."

Preen!

(It's very easy to notice about her, even just at a glance. The gems studding her ears are blue today, some of them replaced by small golden hoops. She doesn't tuck her tail away under skirts like a lot of mage subs do, her black and auburn marbled tail instead emerging from a suggestive gap between a short yellow dress and the thigh high socks she wears under. She's wearing a top she almost certainly got out of a lingerie section of a store - a loose, silky deep blue blouse with long sleeves and a plunging neckline, and a skull pattern that's only visible because the skulls aren't as shiny as the rest of the fabric, rendered decent only by the top of her sundress under it. She's sending as many mixed signals as she can - the sundress is pretty subby in a flirty teasing way, and the top would be subby if it wasn't for the skulls and also being somewhat challengingly sexual for the context, but her neck is bare of even a choker, her wildcat tail clearly visible, and she has on pretty chunky black boots that sure look steel toed, and the basic square studs for earrings and high socks and short skirt are pretty dom-ish... But, also, she is currently very aggressively radiating 'sub who only maybe bites' through her body language in Ellie's direction.)

Ellie leans forward, placing her elbows on the desk and steepling her fingers. "Well, Miss Kelsang. Continue as you have begun and you will not lack for attention."

"I'm very successful at all my endeavors, it's true." Her tail curls around her legs. 

"We'll see about that."

"How so?"

"I don't give passing grades for being engaged in class and smiling prettily."

"Oh, good. I'd hate to think I've just coasted on my lovely face all this time."

"That's up to you to demonstrate."

"I'll do my best."

"I am expecting great things, Miss Kelsang. Don't disappoint me."

She tilts her chin down, looking up at Ellie through half-lidded eyes. "Oh I won't, Miss Davis."

Brat.

"Did you have other questions?"

Hum.

"Are you free this afternoon?"

"My office hours end at two."

"Nothing after that?"

"As far as you know."

"I'll keep my eyes open, then. Just in case I see you around."

"Perhaps you will. Perhaps not."

"We'll see about that." Smirk.

"You should return to your studies, Miss Kelsang."

"Yes'm," she teases. "I'll see you in class."

Ellie gives her a negligent wave as dismissal.

(Interesting girl. Ellie might actually seek her out at some point. Dragging respect out of her would be... enjoyable, she thinks.)

Ji tragically isn't a mind reader, sadly, and so doesn't know she's thinking that. 

She doesn't try to stalk Ellie that afternoon, though, even if she does make sure she's hanging out in the general vicinity of the building while she reads. 

Ellie leaves around five, out the main doors.

She's gotten through her studying and then recently deep into a paperback. She glances up at the sound of the door - she isn't right on the main doors, but curled up on a very cozy bench a bit off the path near some flowers she likes - and brightens when she sees who it is, before sliding her bookmark in place and putting her book down. 

She waves to Ellie, then, friendly. 

She nods back, but doesn't slow.

Hm, she doesn't want to be desperate... Well. More desperate than waiting here has already made her look.

She thinks she'll let Ellie make the next move, actually, or at least - she's not going to go chasing after her. 

Ji settles back with her book.

Then Ellie continues leaving.

She doesn't treat Dorji any differently, next time she has class with her.

She wasn't expecting it. 

She's as attentive and curious a student as last time. Doesn't show up to every single office hours block to flirt, either. 

She does however make a point of spending time with her sister. Like going to the farmers market! 

She might notice a familiar pair of ears peeking up through the crowd. It doesn't appear Ellie's noticed her yet.

She elbows her sister. Subtly. 

"What?"

"Pretty dom alert!" she murmurs. "I've called her."

"Where? With the ears?"

"Yup. Miss Ellie Davis."

"She's taller than I thought she'd be."

"Gonna go say hi?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind me abandoning you."

"Still too soon to introduce her to the family?" she teases.

"Well, if you wanna be my wingman... Maybe give me some glowing reviews..."

"Make sure she's aware of the full palette of options available to her..."

"That'd be excellent."

"Introduce us, then."

"Yes, ma'am." Giggle. 

And off, to weave through the crowd over to where she can get Ellie's attention with a, "Miss Davis!"

She turns.

"Ah, Miss Kelsang. Hello. And who is your friend?"

"This's my sister, Sara."

Gosh, she is pretty. Her fluffy tail wags nervously.

"Hi."

Smirk. (This one is much more obviously subby than her sister.)

She very, very discreetly steps on her sister's foot. 

"Enjoying the market?"

"I am, yes. There's always a delightful variety to browse."

"New flavors every week."

"Indeed. The two of you live in the area, then?"

"My apartment's an easy walk from here."

"Well, isn't that convenient."

"There's an entire street of apartments that're mostly upper years," she says, cheerfully. "I guess 'cause they're right near grounds."

"Technically I have to live in the dorms, because I'm a freshman. But Ji lets me stay with her."

'Ji', hm?

"I won't tell."

"Thanks."

"Are you two looking for anything in particular here?"

"Cool ice cream was the only specific thing, but I do kinda need to get some perishables for the apartment. Fruits and vegetables and milk and such."

"Eating healthy then, good."

"Sara bullies me if I buy nothing but ramen."

"Are you susceptible to bullying, Ji?"

"A little bit."

"Will I have to keep watch for that in class?"

"Oh, I don't let just anyone bully me."

"Very strict criteria," Sara murmurs. "Helps if you're doing it for her own good."

She frowns at her sister, then, body language closing off and withdrawing.

"Er, no, I didn't mean like that..."

...Sigh. "Is 'kay."

"...Sorry for breaking the mood."

"Don't apologize for drawing boundaries."

Small grin. "You planning to bully me into enforcing my boundaries?" she teases.

"If necessary."

"Well then..."

"I'd find that quite acceptable."

"Noted."

Giggle.

"You're very nice, you know."

"In fact, that is not something I hear often."

"Really? I think you should hear it more."

"You'll have to say it more then, sis."

"Well, I'm up for that."

"How about I go get the fruit and stuff, and you two go look for ice cream?"

"If you're sure?"

Nod nod.

"I'm amenable."

"Okay."

"You're the best sis." She kisses Sara's cheek.

"Go get her, Ji," she whispers back.

Soft giggle. "Meet up at the entrance if we lose each other?"

"Yep."

"See you, then."

"Bye. Have fun."

"Oh, I think we will."

Smirk. 

"Don't follow anyone home without letting me know," she says to Sara.

"Yeah, yeah."

"See you." And she glances at Ellie. "Have you seen the ice cream guy yet?"

"Not yet. You?"

"Nope."

"I did just arrive though..."

"Then there is yet hope. Come, let us search." She moves to take Dorji by the shoulders.

She lets her, leaning into Ellie's touch a bit. 

Ellie steers her off into the market. Smugly.

She's not the only smug one here. 

She'll point out anything that might be an ice cream seller, but, is otherwise letting Ellie push her around. (She doesn't automatically follow if released, though.)

"Do you like ice cream?"

"I do. I like a lot of foods. Eating is an easy pleasure to take."

"Yeah - and I really like that magic makes it harder to overdo."

"An important but sadly often overlooked benefit."

"No clue why. Endless hedonism is the best."

"And yet here you are, at school."

"Learning is just academic hedonism."

She laughs.

"Interesting perspective."

"An often overlooked one," she teases. "I love learning new things, and I want a life full of things I love - so, here I am."

"Here you are indeed." She squeezes Dorji's shoulder thoughtfully.

Lean! Her own expression goes thoughtful, briefly. 

"Why are you here?"

"My specialization is downloading knowledge into people's head. The pain of paying for a college education in one lump sum is ameliorated by having the process over in a weekend. The catch is that I have to get the degree myself, first."

"Sounds like a nice job, though I don't think I'd be one of your clients."

"Sounds like you wouldn't be. Though at the moment most of my money comes from languages."

"Learning languages is the best part, though."

"Fortunately for me, not everyone shares that opinion. Though if you ask nicely, I might agree to tutor you more conventionally."

"How nicely are we talking?"

"Nicely enough to make me feel my time is being well spent."

"I'll try my best, then."

"I expect no less, Miss Kelsang."

She laughs and gains a little spring in her step. 

"I'll be your best student, too."

"Since we're not on university time, I can tell you that you're succeeding at that so far."

Blush! And smirk. "Thanks."

"Though I think your next target for improvement should be extracurricular."

"Oh?"

She bends down to whisper into her ear.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight."

Beam! And shiver at Ellie's closeness. 

"So long as you're paying," she teases, as if her entire body language isn't vibrating with want. 

"Naturally."

And a quick nip at the ear before she straightens again.

Eeep! 

Her ears flick, her tail jerks and shivers briefly, and she leans a bit more into Ellie. "What're you in the mood for?"

"At the moment... Indian. That place on Fifth." (The seriously upscale one, the kind of restaurant with silk cushions to kneel on.)

"Spoiling me already?"

"An incentivizing demonstration."

"It demonstrates good taste," she says, grinning. "I've been eyeing that place, though it's out of my price range - oh, hey, how nicely would I have to ask to get you to take me and my sister there for my birthday, too?"

"That depends on how soon your birthday is."

"October thirteenth," she says, "So, like a month and a half."

"Hmm... Time enough to earn some extra credit."

Giggle. "Definitely." And then, with a bit more of a lean, "And it is going to be my twenty first birthday..." 

Squeeze. "Worth a celebration, then."

"I'd say."

She spins Dorji slightly. "Is that your ice cream man?"

"Hm! Yup, that's him." Grin.

What flavors is Dorji interested in today?

Hmmmm...... Well, the apple one sounds lovely... And there's that chai one she got a bit obsessed with last year... And fig, that'll either be amazing or impossibly sweet... Lychee, always a strong fallback... Lavender's a seasonal flavor, so she does want to get some of that before the season changes... Oooo, jalapeño, definitely jalapeño.

(Her tail and ears are flicking in excitement.)

Very cute.

Ellie will stock up herself, since she's here.

Fortunately she learned to bring an insulated bag with some freezer packs in it last year, since her apartment is a bit of a walk and it's hot today. (Melted ice cream is a tragedy, and once Ji's cracked immortality, she's going to put unmelting ice cream pretty near the top of her development list.)

She has recommendations, if Ellie wants any. She even knows how to modulate them for more boring flavor preferences. 

If Ellie wanted boring, she won't need recommendations.

Well, then she's got quite a few (many) opinions about what the objectively best ice cream flavors are. 

(A handful of her recommendations have a teasing undertone of 'you should buy these to feed to me.' Incidentally - there's a much more limited selection of flavors, but the frozen mochi with ice cream centers are definitely the absolute best way to eat ice cream as a finger food. Totally recommended.)

Ellie buys a good sampling of those.

Excellent. 

Ji's getting hungry, speaking of... Breakfast was hours ago, and she just had a granola bar and some fruit before setting out here, and it's right around lunch time now. 

If they find her sister, Ellie can treat them both.

She'll go looking, then. 

Sara, where are you...

Sara has begun migrating back toward the entrance, with her haul of fresh fruits and vegetables and a loaf of the good bread.

"Hey sis!"

"Hey!" She waves awkwardly, encumbered by bags.

"Wanna drop these off at the apartment then get lunch?" She heads over to help take some bags.

"Sounds good to me."

Cool. (Is Ellie good with that, too?)

She is. She'll even help carry some of the bags.

"Thanks."

And, apartment-wards! It's a small place - Ji's not taking her parents' money for it, so it's one bedroom with a side nook screened off for when they want to sleep separately. It's theirs, though, and it's near the park where the farmers' market is, and it's not too loud, and there's trees outside their windows.

"Cozy," Ellie says. "You're lucky to have found this place."

"Yeah. I've been needing to do work as well as school - and I'd saved up some before we came here - but it's been really nice. And there's enough wall space for me to hang my paintings, so..."

"You paint?"

"Yup." She gestures around at the art on the walls - there's a painted mask and some crafts and framed sketches or watercolors and a few canvases, as well as the painting on the screen, which is at a closer glance possibly homemade. "Haven't gotten a chance to do a ton of things yet, but... All this was me."

"It's quite lovely."

Blush! "Thanks. I don't really have anyone to show it all to, except Sara... So, hearing you like it's nice."

"This one's my favorite," Sara says, showing Ellie.

Oh yes. Though this one has good qualities as well...

She's just going to put away groceries... While giggling and blushing.

Sara is just helping Ellie to admire the art. Not at all with the secondary motive of showing off how cute her sister is when she blushes, no ma'am.

Of course. 

(She's explained some of the symbolism behind each to Sara quite in depth before, too, if Sara wants to do a proper tour of it all. - Well, she didn't really have symbolism in the few bits of art she made as a child and then successfully hid and kept to the present day, which are also up, but a lot have stories all the same.)

Sara will mix the real stories in with some made-up ones about the earlier pieces.

Ellie nods along, apparently completely seriously, to both.

She giggles at the made up ones, then at one - "Okay, that definitely never happened."

"Are you sure? It sounds fairly plausible to me."

"I have the scar to prove it," Sara says, making to hike up the back of her shirt.

She sticks out her tongue at the two of them. "I know how you actually got that scar, sis."

"But Miss Davis doesn't."

"Do you want me to not tell her?"

"Is yours a better story?"

"It's a more true story."

"Share, then."

"We were at a playground - one of those kinda old abandoned ones without any padded surfaces, so, a nice playground - and me and my friends had been doing tricks like jumping from the swings, and Sara insisted on joining us even though she was pretty much a baby, and then she fell out of the swing and landed on a stick. No art vampires or blood ink anywhere to be seen."

Ellie laughs.

Pout!!

"Luckily my friends weren't too annoyed about needing to take the token little sibling to find a first aid station, so she got to keep following us around afterwards."

"How fortunate."

"She was very cute. It would've been a shame to leave her behind."

"She still is."

Blush.

"Good thing you're taking us both to lunch, then."

"She might take us both to that nice Indian place we were eyeing for my birthday, too," she teases. "Get you a pretty silk cushion to kneel on..."

"Oooh."

"I think... Blue, maybe, for you... Though red would also be lovely." She leans toward her sister a bit, lowering her voice. 

(Also, she thinks she knows what present to get Sara next time she gets her a gift...)

"Definitely red for you, though."

"I could also pull off a purple. Or an orange - especially a nicely autumny one."

"True, true."

"Maybe a darker red - something moody - for you, a warm orange for me... If we're coordinating, of course. Or a lighter blue might be lovely by a warm orange..."

"Don't forget to account for your respective outfits, as long as we're eating in public."

"Of course. We'll have to make sure we're a matched set."

"A very cute set."

"Think we'd look good together, Sara?"

"Mhm!"

"Maybe something to talk about," she murmurs, leaning in closer. "Next time we're alone together."

Shiver!

Smirk.

She kisses Sara's cheek, then: "Ellie invited me out to dinner tonight, too."

"Oh. Okay."

"Do you want to go with us?"

"Mmm..." She chews her lip, glances at Ellie. "...No, I'll stay home. You two should have some time alone. There's some homework I have to work on, anyway."

"If you're sure? I don't mind sharing..."

"Maybe later."

"Okay." She puts an arm over her sister's shoulder. "I won't stay out too late. promise."

Snuggle. "Kay."

Snugs!

"We do still have lunch to eat, though, and a couple hours to kill before dinner..."

"Can one of you two recommend somewhere close for lunch?"

"Yeah. There's a fun hummus bar down the block, and a coffee shop across from that. Also a pizza by the slice place, but they're mostly good for midnight munchies - their day menu always tastes a bit weird to me..."

"Hummus sounds good."

"Let's do that, then."

Off, then! 

It's a pretty finger-food heavy sort of restaurant. Seems to be a popular place for people who like hand feeding their subs. The waitress at the front recognizes Ji, then asks what sort of table they want, and if they'll be needing any cushions.

Two cushions.

(Wag wag wag.)

(Excited tail flick.) 

The waitress smiles and directs them to an appropriate table, getting two cushions out of a little cubby as she goes. 

Ellie takes a seat, putting Dorji on her right and Sara at her left.

She solicits recommendations for food, but is the one who orders for all three of them.

(Wiggle.)

She has plenty of recommendations, of course, both for what she likes and what her sister likes.

A little of everything, then. And Ellie will trade off eating herself and slipping bits to Dorji or Sara.

She's really very patient, especially if her sister is the one being fed. (She only wiggles about Ellie's food.)

She takes food directly from Ellie's hand, of course, tongue darting around her fingers. 

"Your sister is politer than I would have expected," she tells Sara as Dorji's mouth is occupied.

"She's being good 'cause she likes you and I'm here, Miss Davis."

She sucks on Ellie's fingers as suggestively as she can with her mouth full, humming agreeably. 

"I'll have to compare this to dinner later."

Innocent look! And she swallows and pulls back a bit. "I'm just making sure my sister has a good experience here..."

"And that's wonderfully thoughtful of you."

Headpats!

Nuzzle!!!

They're cute!!

No, Sara's cute.

Could be...

It's all true.

An entire cute triad?

Possibly.

Well, Ji's cute, Sara's cute, Ellie's very cute... Checks out. 

Fair enough.

"Glad we agree on that."

"It's not the most challenging proposition."

"And it's important to agree on basics like that."

"The foundation of any good relationship."

"It's the complicated stuff you can get into academic debates about."

"She likes academic debates."

"I've been known to indulge in such myself, from time to time."

"Excellent." Smirk. 

Head scritches.

...Scritches for Sara too?

Of course.

She leans against Ellie's thigh, and reaches for Sara's hand to hold. 

A good Saturday afternoon.

Exceptionally so. 

When everyone's had enough lunch Ellie will take the check, and escort the girls back to their apartment.

She grabs Ellie's hand to hold. 

Bold... but she'll allow it.

Smirk.

She hums cheerfully the entire walk back. 

"There are a few more tasks I need to accomplish today. I'll be back to pick you up at seven."

"Okay. I'll be here."

"So I trust."

And she's off.

Soft giggle. 

Then she spins and hugs her sister. 

Hug!!

"That went really well!"

"It did!" Squeeze. "Thank you for being my wingman."

"I had fun."

"I did, too."

"You're a wonderful sister."

"So're you."

She reaches out to cup Sara's cheek. "I feel more like some dork who got lucky."

"Lucky, dorky, wonderful sister."

"You got me there."

Her expression's fond, loving. "I promised we could talk about how pretty we might look together next time we were alone, didn't I?"

"Did you? I might have gotten a bit distracted..."

"By the very pretty dom, I know."

"Yeah," she sighs.

She rubs her thumb over Sara's cheek. "You're lovely," she says, "Especially when you're looking at pretty doms. And..."

"I want to give you everything in the world, y'know? Make you happy."

"I am happy. S'long as I've got you, sis."

Bright grin! "I love you."

"Love you too."

"I want to kiss you, sometimes."

-Sara's brain goes blank.

"Then you should," she blurts out, and blushes furiously.

Kiss!!!

Kiss!

She pulls Sara in closer, kissing her nice and firmly.

Oh yes, that is very good.

"You're the prettiest sub."

"Don't let Ellie catch on," she giggles. "She'll take me all for herself."

"Oh, I think she'd share, at least with me."

Hmmmmmm an intriguing concept.

Giggle kiss! "You want to be shared?"

Hum.

"It'd be fun, I think. But... maybe not forever."

"You want your own dom, then?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay," kiss. "I'll help you find one, then."

"Still the best."

Giggle. "Of course, now I might need to filter for someone who doesn't mind their sub occasionally kissing someone else's sub..."