| Long lashes. Her pleated pants and shoes were decidedly masculine. "Care to dance?" Jackie's voice was direct, pleasant. She smiled, revealing white, even teeth. Elise gazed up at her as some less than conscious process led her to her decision. "Sure." They were near the same height. Jackie drew El into a close embrace as they turned onto the dance floor. They quickly found a rhythm together, dancing lightly, easily with one another. El was aware of the hand moving over her back, sliding down to caress her bottom through her skirt, then up to caress her bare shoulder, toying with the spaghetti strap holding the ... |