ellie-elisefabray:

Granted, Elise felt as if there was nothing wrong with her, that her love of sex was just slightly a bit higher than it was for most people. Therefore, she couldn’t really figure out the point of these therapy sessions. She only went today to get her parents off her back about it. Her mother loved to quip about it in her tart tone, with the intention of daintily calling out her daughter on her irresponsible nature. Her father of course was gruffer about it, forcing his daughter to get the fuck out of the house and do as he ordered, but still stay away from the public eye and keep any of their country club chums from discovering how much of a fuck-up Elle was in her parents’ eyes. Either way, making an appearance with this crack doctor would allow Elle and Sarah to not be so smothered in attacks at least for a short while.

Elle was fairly tight-lipped during the session, however, never fully answering the questions or choosing to mumble her response under her breath. She refused to talk about her “feelings” whenever she gave in to her urges, believing it to be a private subject only to be discussed with her baby girl, her beautiful Sarah. The only person who ever could manage to coax Elise into speaking up was Sarah and that’s how she intended it to stay. It truly killed Elle every time she kept important information from her love, so she was trying her damnedest not to do so anymore. She wanted to be open with the girl who held her heart, and not just sexually. Their emotional connection had to remain solid and strong for their relationship to work. Not only open conversation, she had to work on monogamy or risk breaking Sarah’s heart for not knowing how to control the demands from between her legs.

In turn to opening up to Sarah, Ellie hoped and prayed Sarah would be able to do the same. Sarah’s “problem” of cutting herself, marring that perfect porcelain body identical to her own, did indeed scare the hell out of Elise. She wanted so badly to see all of those cuts heal themselves one day, for the scars to be faded memories, but in the darker depths of Ellie’s mind, she wasn’t so sure if it was possible. She had never had the chance to stop Sarah before she put a blade to her skin, which killed a piece of her heart as well as her soul. Would she ever truly remind Sarah that she owned her heart? Sometimes it didn’t seem that way, sometimes it seemed as if she did so many things in the wrong way, leading to all the deep red marks on her sister’s beautiful body.

Thinking of that beautiful body and how much it turned her on, Ellie was greeted by the sight of her baby girl. Despite the hardships both of them had faced together and apart, it still warmed her heart to come face-to-face with that dazzling, loving smile. “Hello to you, too,” she replied, an identical smile gracing her features. Reaching out her arms, Elise indicated her want to hug her sister, intending that the girl fall into her embrace. “I didn’t talk much; I’ve never liked those sessions. It always feels so uncomfortable and forced.” She sighed, lightly biting at the inside of her cheek. “At least it keeps Mom and Dad off our backs for a while.”

Seeing her twin’s beauteous appearance and being in the presence of someone so sweet and astonishing, as well as sexy, made Sarah feel like the happiest person in the world. It did make her the happiest person in the world. She hoped Elise knew that. Thinking of the fact that her sister probably completely blames herself for what Sarah does hurts her heart. To think of someone so special and meaningful in her life could feel so bad because of something she has no control over and is her own damn fault makes her feel, well, awful.

All she wants in life is to see Elise’s face light up with a radiant smile that reaches her sparkling eyes, and know that she, herself, is the cause of it. She still doesn’t know how she got so lucky, or why she even deserves this, but she’s definitely not going to question it twice. Elise was hers, all hers, and she prays no one and nothing will take that away from her, and vice versa. No one would dare. Not over her dead body. 

The other blonde had some problems of her own, and Sarah would drop anything in the blink of an eye to be there for Ellie no matter what was going on. She really didn’t see anything wrong with her sister, but apparently her parents and everyone else felt differently. So the girl has a strong passion and avid love for sex, what’s the problem with that? Although Elise tended to do anything with practically anyone to get it, and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about that, she loved her dearly more than anything and nothing would or could make her love her less. Wanting to know everything, she hoped her twin would tell her about her urges and all the people she’d ‘done it’ with (present and past), despite whether they’re together or not. Relationships (as well as friendships) were all about honesty with her, as well as openness because in order for her to trust others, they needed to be truthful and expose themselves little by little. 

One day this will all be behind them and they won’t have to worry about their difficulties and society, or anything of that sort. Sure, what they have together may be morally wrong, but love is love and nothing could keep them apart. Sarah was unsure if she’d ever get better, but deep down inside the mess of a person she was, she knew she would be especially with her beloved sister right by her side. Shrugging away her overbearing and scattered thoughts and feelings, she slowly cleared her head and tried to throw away all her worries as best as she could. Her mind tended to wander greatly and think the worst, but that was also something she’d need to work on besides her cutting.

Snapping back to the present, her eyes gazed back to Elise who was beautifully standing before her. Her smile never left her own face and her sister was always a breath-taking sight no matter how she looked or what she was up to. The butterlies in her stomach, both from happiness as well as nervousness, flittered around inside her and gave her a weird feeling. The sound of her twin’s voice was soothing as well as sensually satisfying in various ways that she couldn’t explain. Taking in the other blonde’s words and speech, she absorbed them through her ears, into her mind, and into her heart and all elsewhere, loving the way they traveled throughout her.

Her body inched forward quickly, falling into the soft embrace of Elise’s arms into a loving hug, which she absolutely adored. Nuzzling her face into the crook of her sister’s neck, her lips hovered over the skin there, breathing heavily before pulling away suddenly. “I know, I know… We shouldn’t even need to attend them, and one day we won’t. This will all be over before we know it.” She let out a deep sigh and licked her dry lips, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle or lay with her sister right now and not think about anything. 

ellie-elisefabray:

Glowering at the doctor, Elise couldn’t believe she was actually attending a therapy session. She hadn’t attended any of her own since the month prior. If Sarah was actually present for one of her own, then Elise was right beside her. In turn, Sarah didn’t need to return the favor for her twin since the older Fabray had ditched all of them. She liked to rebel against Russell and his stupid requirements for trying to “correct” herself. There was nothing to be fixed! Yes, she enjoyed fucking any living and breathing being as well as any suitable object or sex toy, but it could hardly be considered an addiction. Sarah could easily handle Elise’s spur of the moment horny requests, for which Elise was eternally grateful. There, “problem” solved. Elise’s number one concern was helping Sarah with her cutting and her bipolar disorder, hellbent on keeping the younger Fabray from relapsing or abusing the medication she had been given. Although Russell wanted that issue to be “corrected immediately and quietly”, he hounded more on Elise for her nonchalance about fucking anyone and everyone. Which was exactly why she never went to any of her therapy sessions - to piss her father the fuck off.

Right now, he was most likely laughing at her through a surveillance camera hidden in this room. If he was, Elise vowed to beat the ever living shit out of him.

Her therapist didn’t manage to coax much out of the reluctant and stubborn girl, so Elise was released early. Walking home from the office was only about twenty or so minutes and she was more than capable of fighting someone off if need be. Or, actually, she’d just risk indecent exposure by distracting the person with a clear view of the valley between her legs. That would most likely end badly, but it was a funny enough situation to occupy her brain with as she walked alone. “Almost home, baby girl. xoxo” read the text Elle sent to her sister when she was about ten minutes away from the house. All she wanted to do now was barge into the Fabray household with an enthusiastic hello from Sarah that would lead to really naughty things right on the coffee table or possibly the couch if she managed to act less like a bitch in heat.

Hearing the click of the key in the lock reminded Ellie to return to the real world because now she was finally home. Closing and locking the door behind her, she dropped her things on the table right beside her. “Sarah? Baby girl? I’m home now!” she called out, searching the house for the body identical to her own, but staying close to the door, anticipating whether or not her little fantasy would become an enjoyable reality.

While Elise was away at her therapy session ― which surprised Sarah greatly due to the fact that she’d skip out on them every chance she had and could ― Sarah frantically paced back and forth in her room, nearly burning a hole in the khaki-colored carpet. Deep down inside she knew this moment would come, where her actions would have risks and consequences that she wouldn’t be able to conceal. Her sister would eventually find out and that intimidated her to no end giving her a sick feeling inside her gut. To see the disappointed and contrite look on her twin’s face once she found out she’d relapsed and hurt herself again would shatter her heart to pieces. No, she couldn’t do that to her. Not now, not in a million years, not ever. She had promised Ellie, as well as herself, that she wouldn’t go down that path again and now she was afraid she was starting over at square one, although it’d only happened once, it was bound to happen again. God, she felt like an animal sometimes.

Her heart ached to please Elle in every way possible and that included making her day brighter when she was feeling blue, giving into her pleads of sexual desire (which she consented to and wouldn’t dare say no because the feelings were mutual, and let’s face it, Elise was the best of the best when it came to intercourse), and feeding her with honest-to-God compliments when she wasn’t thinking so highly of herself. Letting out a baffled sigh, she threw her body against the soft duvet on her bed and let herself relax before she became too worked up, after all the last thing she wanted to do right now was suffer from some sort of freak panic-attack. Allowing herself to breathe, she felt a little better after a few minutes and her brain felt less scattered granting herself to think more clearly. Suddenly, a silly but reasonable idea sparked her mind. 

Upon entering the bathroom, she searched swiftly through the drawers until she came across a small compact containter of concealer and another of foundation powder. Removing her black stretch pants ― which she had to admit, made her ass and toned legs look damn good ― she sat on the toilet and attended to the angry red marks upon her thigh. There were only two, but they were semi-deep and definitely not healing quickly. Sarah tried her hardest to cover them with the make-up she had, when her phone unexpectedly vibrated on her bedside dresser and nearly caused her a heart attack. The blonde hurriedly fetched her phone and opened the text from Ellie, which indicated the other girl was on her way and almost home. Tossing her phone carelessly on the bed, she briskly slid her pants back on and put everything back away before plopping down on her bed once again.

The voice ringing throughout the house from downstairs startled her slightly and she made sure she appeared cool, calm, and collected, as much as she could be. “Upstairs! Hold on!” she called out to her sister, instantaneously removing her body off the bed and running downstairs to greet her favorite person in the entire world. Her face lit up with a bright smile upon seeing Elise, but her stomach filled with butterflies as well. “Hello.” she spoke softly. “It’s lovely to see you again.” she bit her lip. “How’d things go?” she asked.

• Elise: Hey, don't be sorry or ashamed of yourself, angel. *reaches up to push Sarah's hair behind her ear* You're beautiful and radiant and magnificent no matter what. You /are/ my world, Sarah. Please don't ever leave. *presses more kisses to the scars on her wrist* All right, whatever you want, princess. But seriously, naked breakfast. I'm hungry for food and your pussy.
• Sarah: I know, sorry...sorry. *sighs, looking down and away from Elise before looking back up to meet her eyes* You're too good to me. *smiles coyly at the various compliments thrown her way* You're just as beautiful and magnificent and radiant as I am, if not more. *laughs softly, running her opposite hand through Ellie's hair a few times while she planted a few more kisses to the scars upon her wrist* I'm sure you are. Whatever I want? Alright...but I don't want to have a naked breakfast. *pouts*

• Elise: *leans down and kisses the scars on Sarah's wrist* I accept all of your faults and flaws, too, baby girl. It hurts knowing that you've marred your beautiful body with razors and blood, but I'm going to help you through this, okay? I'm not going to push you away or let you go. We'll be in our own world, just you and me, and we'll ignore all of them. *looks up to meet her gaze, her eyes and cheeks red and blotchy* Yes, please, I just want you and your beautiful body. *kisses her lips lightly* We're still home alone. How about a naked breakfast and a shower?
• Sarah: *bites her lip fighting back a smile, allowing Elise to kiss the scars on her arm* I know you do, babe. I'm...sorry. I'm ashamed, but there's nothing I can do to take it back now. Thank you, it means the world to me, /you/ mean the world to me. I don't know where I would be or what I would do without you. *smiles, brushing the back of her hand lazily across Ellie's cheek before bringing it down to her lap* Mmmk, sounds perfect. But how about we skip the shower and just move on to breakfast. ...I'm really hungry.

• Elise: I'm so very sure, Sarah. *bows her head, feeling ashamed* It's because I have this need to please /everyone/ around me. And the easiest way for me to do that quickly enough and get the high I need from that satisfaction is sex. *says the words slowly, remembering one of the few therapy sessions she managed to attend* I don't think what we have is shameful either, but his voice...it.../scares/ me so much. *sniffles lightly* I've never told. Only the kids at the rehab center, but most of them understood completely. *absently rubs circles into Sarah's wrist with her thumb* I love you, too..With all my heart..
• Sarah: If you say so. *rubs her eyes, feeling tired of arguing over this subject already* I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me...I just need to stop questioning everything and accept you the way that you are. I know you're not perfect, but I still love you for all your faults and flaws. Even this. *bites her lips and listlessly watches Elise rub circles on her wrist where various scars appeared* I know, I wish I could make it go away. *looks up at Ellie with sad, but comforting eyes* I love you so much, can we just move on and forget about this quarrel?

• Elise: You /are/ special, Sarah. No one else holds this much power over me in every sense of the word. *tries to touch her leg but decides against it, listening to Sarah talk silently, her body visibly shaking* It shouldn't matter and most of the time it doesn't but I can still hear Dad's voice in the back of my mind all the time. Shaming us both, trying to break us apart, yelling at us relentlessly. *her grip becomes vice-like and her eyes slightly unfocused*
• Sarah: I may be special, but are you sure? I'm certain there's a million others that hold power over you as well if you can't contain yourself and be loyal to me. *bites her lip, letting out a deep sigh* I'm sorry. Part of me knows it isn't your fault, and I just don't know how to feel. *looks at Elise with saddened eyes* Dad will always be like that, that's just the way he is, but whatever the hell he says...you have to know that I don't think any of /that/ about you. Besides, I wouldn't tell anyone if you didn't tell anyone about us. *wanders her vision down to the tight, death-like grip upon her arm and slightly winces* I love you...

• Elise: *listens to her with a pained expression on her face* Damn it Sarah, I want you so much. It's always been you but everyone says it's /wrong/. Dad, Mom, God, even those crackpots Dad sends us to. I'm not supposed to feel this strongly for you, I'm not supposed to want to fuck every moving human or animal. *bites the inside of her cheek and feels the same anger rise when Sarah tells her to stop* Yes I am damn it! I'm not fucking normal and I'm being punished for all my sins. *latches onto her wrist but doesn't say anything*
• Sarah: I know you want me, and I-I want you too, so much, but it's so hard when you want everyone and I know it's not your fault, but I can't help but feel like I'm not good enough when you go around with everyone else. I don't feel special like I did. *brings her knees up to her chest and rests her head against them* It may be /wrong/, but what is right in the world anyways? It shouldn't matter, at least to me it doesn't. I love you, but I don't know if I can do this with you. *flinches slightly at the sudden anger thrown back at her from her sister* Well guess what, nobody's normal! Stop saying that shit, it's not true. *looks down at Ellie's hand gripped upon her wrist to keep her from moving*

• Elise: *feels the sting of situation when Sarah repeats her words like that* Baby girl ... *trails off, not knowing what to say to her* I-I know I've betrayed your trust but don't ever think for a second that you're not good enough. I want you, Sarah. I always have. *shakes her head and lets go of Sarah's body abruptly* No, I'm a heathen. I'm a fuck-up. ... I don't deserve your love.
• Sarah: You may want me... *clears her throat* But you want /everyone/ and I'm not sure how that makes me feel. *sighs with frustration* You say I'm good enough, but if I was then you wouldn't go around with other people. God, who knows how many other people you've fucked. Are there others, Ellie? *looks at her with slight fire in her eyes, feeling a sudden anger arise inside her* Stop! Stop saying that...you may have fucked up, but you're n-not a fuck-up. I don't know what else to tell you. *moves to get up and off the bed*