{CO} Grilling

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Ugh," Elsa said, wincing as she looked at her reflection in a serving tray. She'd been bustling about for some time now, needing to shake hands and kiss babies. her hair, which had been twisted up at the beginning of the event, had all but fallen down around her shoulders. Her outfit looked a bit worse for wear too: the blouse seeming to have somehow fallen slightly while her jeans bore a light stain from an overenthusiastic child. And yet Elsa still had to give her little presentation.

"And I'm a mess," Elsa mumbled as she tilted the tray, studying herself more closely. Worse, she knew that there were still people that she needed to see and rub elbows with. Everyone who mattered or who thought they mattered needed talking to. Elsa had talked to three board members, at least as many wives, a few other "brand name" students, and more newcomers and friendly faces than she cared to count.

Elsa eyed a nearby napkin, seriously considering spitting into it and attempting to rub her face. it wouldn't get rid of the smoke smell that her hair had no doubt picked up by this point, but maybe it would make her feel a bit better. As she looked up, she saw someone else who seemed to be hanging on the edge of the gathering.

"Sam Wilde," Elsa said, raising her brows and cocking half a smile. "How long has it been?"

[Sam Wilde]

The cookout was not Sam's idea of fun. Sam's idea of fun rarely ever included anything to do with school. So she wasn't entirely certain why she was even there in the first place. Fate obviously played a hand in getting her here.

It could also only be called Fate that of all people she should bump into would be the infamous Elsa Bellefonte. The bitchy twin. While Sam considered Erika her closest friend, she regarded Elsa as her very first conquest. Now those memories, those were quite fun for the blonde and when she was approached, the smirk on her face was pleasant.

"Too long, Elsa. Much too long." As was custom, Sam leaned forward to touch her lips against Elsa's cheeks, letting them linger on her second just a little longer than necessary. "You look well."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Ah, the ever so fashionable double kiss. Elsa could certainly endure it, particularly from someone like Sam, with whom she did have some considerable history. Some might have considered Sam one of Erika's closest friends, but Elsa always thought that they had a relationship that was at least as strong, if decidedly different in flavor and composition.

"I try to keep myself up," Elsa drawled, knowing that Sam likely meant to be at least a little catty. "There's only so much you can do when you have to run around and socialize and keep everything together," why yes, that was Elsa confessing to flaws while actually bragging about herself. "You look like you've been managing to keep yourself together quite well."

That wasn't meant to be quite as catty as it probably sounded. Sam did look good, and Elsa did scan the other girl for at least a moment. She focused her attentions on the other girl's face of course, but you'd have to be an idiot not to recognize that Sam was one of the best looking girls currently at the school.

[Sam Wilde]

A smirk fell on Sam's lips as Elsa threw her remark in Sam's direction. Not everyone wanted to juggle such a social life. Ambition wore well on Elsa. Sam, not so much.

"You're doing an excellent job, love." Sam raised an approving eyebrow, tossing her loose curls over her shoulder. "I do try." She responded before pulling Elsa to the side. "You could do with some assistance on your presentation though." Sam hooked a finger under Elsa's chin, sliding it out.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Well, if you say so then it must be true," Elsa drawled, half-smiling in Sam's direction. She could at least appreciate the other girl's sort of blunt assurance. it certainly didn't hurt that Elsa still found Sam somewhat appealing, if in a distant, friendly sort of way. nonetheless, she was still slightly surprised when the other girl pulled her slightly away.

"I blame everyone else," Elsa replied. she let out a slight laugh before tilting her head a bit more. "I got close to the grill at one point: some big donor of the school was quite insistent on being as near the flames as possible. I also suspected that Wilson was distributing special food, but I didn't find anything. I won't even go into details about children. What about me screams that I'm child friendly? I blame Disney."

And she had for the past year. If one more child asked her to sing "Let it Go" Elsa was going to end up giving them nightmares. Somehow.

[Sam Wilde]

"I do say so." She nodded. Something about being with this Bellefonte twin made Sam feel the need to be a lot more regal than she was used to. Even her vernacular and behaviour seemed to change. Elsa was known for her more...austere presence than Erika's more warm exterior. It was weird to Sam since they looked exactly the same.

Sam chuckled under her breath and shrugged. "Either way... maybe a quick trip to the bathroom could sort you out." The tone she adopted was more suggestive than helpful and Sam knew Elsa knew what she meant. Although even if it didn't happen, Sam could at least help the woman clean up.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Was there something... suggestive there? Elsa had to give Sam a bit of a longer look than was strictly necessary. She could feel a few of the thoughts crossing through, but Sam was one of those who always thought on multiple layers. Just because you got the surface thoughts, picked up the gist, didn't mean you actually understood what was going on there. And it didn't really change much of the reality.

"I don't see why not," Elsa replied, adding a slight shrug. "Though it can't take too long: I'm due to make speeches," she pointed a finger toward the slightly elevated stage, where various students and alumni currently played background music. Elsa didn't wait before turning and heading toward the closest restroom. It would be a bit of a walk from the Reception, but at least they'd have decent water and whatnot.

"So, are you currently with anyone here? It's so hard to keep up with people's social lives without Dirty Laundry doing it for us now."

[Sam Wilde]

By how Elsa was looking at her, Sam became highly aware of the other girl's ability invading her mind. She smirked, letting the girl read the many thoughts in her head, letting the forefront be: "Elsa looks incredibly hot, all messy like this."

Sam followed Elsa from behind, appreciating her form even now. She had to smirk, bombarding even more thoughts into Elsa's mind, letting her know exactly what she wanted to do with her in the bathroom.

She chuckled at the question. "I'm still single, Elsa. You don't need to hide behind such an impersonal question." She teased. "Are you? Still single I mean."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Well, Elsa had to give it to Sam: her intentions were quite clear. Elsa had to actually laugh slightly at the mention of her looking incredibly hot like this. She did have to wonder some with someone like Sam, who knew her sister and cared about her. Then again, that had never stopped the two of them from entangling themselves together in the past, much to the disapproval of everyone involved. But Sam was quite attractive, very much Elsa's type (which essentially came in either earnest, well-meaning naivete or an almost teasing match of her own).

"Well, it's only semi-impersonal," Elsa offered as they headed toward the bathroom. She needed to consider the time and decorum, and, well... damn, she just wasn't sure. "I'm unfortunately single at the moment. Felix and I didn't work out," Elsa looked back at Sam, "so it's been a while," she had to smile, before sighing.

"Alright, you know I usually love the game, but the unfortunate truth is that I have to get in front of the entire school within less than an hour to make a prepared speech. So I can't very well go in there with 'just fucked in the bathroom' hair, because I'd rather not feed the people who took away my headmistress job," Elsa looked at Sam. "So..." she shrugged slightly, "fooling around a little and a raincheck, perhaps?"

[Sam Wilde]

"Unfortunate for whom?" Sam chuckled and shamelessly slapped Elsa on the rear just before they entered the restroom. Looking around, Sam realised she had never really used the school's restroom. It even had a lock. She could have used it as her own personal bathroom. It was certainly clean, that she was grateful for.

"Oh, Elsa." Sam locked the door, almost as an emphasis. "You know damn well I can get you off in less than an hour." A smirk quite evident on her face. But it wasn't like she was going to turn down fooling around. Besides, she did want to help the brunette look a little more presentable. And maybe, upon some miracle, loosen the tightly wound twin up.

"Although I do love it when you let me fit into a tight schedule." She cornered Elsa against the sinks before letting her hands travel up the other girl's sides, gripping around the waist and hoisting her up on to the countertop. "Fooling around you say?"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Those who are hoping to guard my poor chastity," Elsa drawled. She'd barely twitched from the slap Sam gave her. The only real issue she had with it was the relative public nature, and even that only mattered so much. As Elsa pointed out, she couldn't really offer up too much of a show to the general public, and her messy breakup with Felix had already created some problems for her. The last thing she needed were rumors about her and Sam, particularly since Sam had the commitment level of an alley cat.

"Point," Elsa admitted, watching Sam with almost lazy eyes as they entered. The blonde had already cornered Elsa against sinks, letting her hands travel along the curves that Elsa maintained ever so carefully through dance. It didn't take much to pick her up either, and Elsa did have to raise her brows again. "Well, someone's feeling rather dominant today," she offered teasingly. She smirked at the other comment. "Yes, fooling. I can't go out there looking like I just fucked a girl in the bathroom."

She leaned forward to grab Sam's lips in a fairly messy kiss, ending by biting. "Which is just so unfortunate," she moved to breathe along the edge of Sam's lips, "as I've had quite the dry spell and you've always been so very good at leaving someone..." she trailed her hand down Sam's side as well, "quenched."

[Sam Wilde]

"Oh come now. Since when have our chastity needed any guarding?" She drawled as they entered the restroom. She smirked when Elsa agreed on her comment. The smirk deepened at Elsa's rather obvious remark. "I'd say that's pretty much every day. I do like to be dominated. By the right person that is."

She simply hummed her noncommittal as she was kissed and then bit. Sam hissed and licked her bottom lip. "I forgot how much of a biter you were. Goes to show, we need a refresher course every now and then." She then pushed her lips against Elsa's, her fingers running up under the other girl's shirt, dragging the tips against her stomach.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"I believe when we were twelve, perhaps?" Elsa offered, smirking a little. And she knew that sometimes it was tempting to let someone else take the reins for a little while. She and Sam thought far too much alike in that regard, which was probably why they ended up in situations like this far more than either would probably care to admit. Actually, they'd probably both admit it if pressed: neither had been all that shy about the near predatory nature of their romantic entanglements after all.

The comment on biting had Elsa smirking. "You are overdue for a refresher," she agreed, before finding her lips again taken. She nearly groaned, just barely suppressing it. It had definitely been too long since she'd let herself run free, and, well, Felix and her had been... frequent, when it came to their couplings. She wasn't quite in withdrawal (unlike with alcohol), but she was pretty damn close.

Didn't stop Elsa from slid slightly. "Careful not to wrinkle it," she pointed out, tapping the finger on her clothes. She moved to start kissing again, reaching out with her mind to link, feeling the familiar beat of the thoughts, and knowing full well how to follow them for the maximum amount of pleasure.

[Sam Wilde]

Sam licked her lower lip and smirked. "You're damn right." She reponded huskily at Elsa's remark about the refresher course. The darker-haired teenager's need to always be pristine was something Sam could not stand but she always made it work to her advantage when they were really alone.

Unfortunately, this was not the time to argue about her wardrobe so Sam just gripped the edges of the sink and kissed the brunette, feeling her almost tangible reach into her mind. She was being subtle about it but after years of being around her, Sam had developed the knack of knowing exactly how it felt, enough to either push her out or let her in.

"You know it's not fair that you know what I want but I don't. Selfish."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa nearly smiled as Sam kept her hands clear of the clothing. That hadn't quite been Elsa's intent when she'd offered her comment regarding the clothing, and of course she could feel the frustrated thoughts from within Sam's quick mind. At least none of it had stopped the kissing, which was always an activity that Elsa could enjoy, particularly with someone who happened to be rather skilled at it. And Sam Wilde had more than enough skill.

"Well, you'll have to forgive me for being so good at this," Elsa said, before moving to place a few more kisses, moving up Sam's ear. There she gave another quick nip before whispering. "So, is this a matter of wanting to sink your teeth into a Bellefonte?" she asked, knowing that about half the people at the school would be dying for what Sam had about now. "Or is it something specific to me? Or are you perhaps just looking to strut out of here with the knowledge that you have some sort of strange power over me?"

All teasing, and Elsa wouldn't mind overmuch which motive Sam actually confessed to having. Lust, guile, revenge, they all frequently melded together. Elsa herself leaned more toward lust at the moment, letting her hands run over the blonde's lithe curves, swearing she could feel the lean danger waiting just beneath her fingertips.