A cloud of steam spread across the room and for a moment your vision blurred, making you giggle subtly as you ran your wrist over your face. Ellie, your girlfriend, had asked you to wait for her in her room while she finished taking a hot shower after a long day of patrol work, however, you didn't listen to her. Looking around, you noticed how the light blue bed sheets were perfectly arranged, making you notice an unusual order in Ellie's room. At the sides of the bed there was a bedside table on which there was a comic book left incomplete, perhaps due to her work commitment which had called her earlier than expected and you found yourself touching the pages with your fingers. Meanwhile, the sound of the water prevented Ellie from hearing any of your movements, so much so that, curiously, you slowly approached her closet. Initially you only opened it to peek inside, however, a gray shirt caught your attention. You took it and put it on, abandoning your clothes on her bed and looked at yourself in the mirror carefree, not realizing that the sound of the water had stopped. You moved in the mirror, changing your position and slow footsteps made you turn, meeting two green eyes that were watching you mischievously, her leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

Ellie: It barely covers your thighs.

You thought you were safe from her invasive touch, however Ellie came closer and put her arms around your waist, moaning something and kissing your shoulder, delicately. Her eyes looked up at the mirror in front of you, her fingers trying to sneak under the shirt.

Ellie: But I don't mind at all.

And then she laughed, that low laugh that would send shivers down anyone's spine. Because Ellie was like that: reserved and often shy, but she knew what she was doing. Her fingers grazed your underwear, then she pulled away with a smirk when she almost tore the edge.