<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article1250766.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200/Sofia%20Vergara%20slider)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>June 3rd, Morning | The Carlton home master bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Avi + Robe<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delilah Diaz-Carlton<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lazy Morning<hr/><br/>Savannah did not require a second invitation. As the door clicked closed behind her, she stepped out of her slippers and left them there to tiptoe across the room toward on her closest and oldest friends, a soft smile on her lips. The question of whether Delilah was alright never left her lips, even if it did pop up briefly in her head. She'd found that it was a generally pointless question as few people were inclined to answer it truthfully when there was indeed something wrong. Instead Savannah moved to Delilah, reaching out to take the gorgeous woman's hand and allowing herself to be drawn in. Carefully she set aside the coffee cup she'd brought up before the now freed hand slipped along Delilah's waist, a soft sigh leaving her when she felt the touch along her collar bone.<br/><br/>"I mean, that bread does look like reeeally good, though," Savannah teased with a hint of longing in her voice, though it wasn't for bread. Still she couldn't help the laugh or the cheeky grin that spread across her face even as her eyes closed and her lashes fanned across her cheeks and she luxuriated in the feel of generous curves and warmth. It was amazing to her just how often simple intimacy and human touch could be neglected as a need. For her it was essential, a core part of who she was, which meant that these moments with Delilah were some of her most treasured regardless of where they ultimately ended up.<br/><br/>Releasing Delilah's hand, Savannah pulled back just enough to look down into that beautiful face. "I don't want to interrupt your breakfast though, mi amor. It seems rude. So let me help, instead." She reached behind her to lift a piece of fruit with her fingers then offered it to Delilah, brushing it against the woman's lips as she licked her own. "I can sate my appetite in other ways."