<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">She felt Shane approach, there was no way she wouldn’t as attuned to the other woman as she was becoming. But the feel of her gently turning Léa into her own body and offering comfort broke the tenuous control on the dam holding back her emotions. Her body folded into Shane’s, her arms curling loosely around the woman’s waist as her face was tucked into the girl's neck and Léa vented her sorrow.<br/><br/>The sobs were quiet and the tears copious but Shane’s solid, mostly silent presence during her emotional storm was a comfort the likes of which Léa had never experienced. It took her a few moments to cry it out, the soft, steady thump of Shane's heartbeat the only accompaniment, but eventually the sobs slowed. In the end it was just a tear leaking every now and then, a soft hitch of her breath as the sobs began to died away.<br/><br/>Shane offered her words of understanding, comfort. And even the feel of Shane speaking, a soft vibration against Léa’s forehead, was soothing and consoling. The warmth made it almost impossible for the specter of Ricard to cast a shadow on this moment. He was quiet literally pressed out of her thoughts by Shane's presence. <br/><br/><em>'Do you want to talk about it?'</em><br/><br/>“<acronym title="No">Non,</acronym>,” Léa whispered into Shane’s neck as she gave her head a slight shake. No she really didn’t want to talk about it just then. She should <em>never</em> really talk about it with Shane. The girl may not be in high school anymore but she was still a student at an institution where Léa taught and their talking of such things would be highly inappropriate. Perhaps not as inappropriate as their current clutch, but Léa couldn’t make herself give that up just yet.<br/><br/>It was a simple hug. Nothing two friends wouldn't share. Léa rationalized their embrace, hiding from the little voice that whispered otherwise at the back of her mind. Thus distracted, Léa was surprised when Shane pulled back. The feeling of loss we deep, as striking as it was surprising. Léa bit back her automatic protest, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth as she struggled to reconcile the loss of Shane's warmth.<br/><br/>Only she didn't loose it. The feel of Shane’s fingers stroking along the skin of her cheeks made Léa's eyes dart upward to take in Shane's from below her lashes. Of the two, Léa was the elder, but she sometimes felt so young and inexperienced next to the world wise and brash younger woman. <br/><br/>Shane’s face drew closer and Léa released her lower lip from it's pearly prison as her lips parted. The soft sough of her breaths brushed past her lips as they grew more rapid. Léa’s eyes were locked on Shane’s face. On the expression of need warring with….something. Something that Léa didn't let herself examine to closely. Her belly gave a queer flip, her tongue darting out to moisten her bottom lip rapidly once again before disappearing.<br/><br/>A moment later Léa gasped an inhale, the feel of Shane’s light caresses as she kissed her way down the older woman's face. A tremble took her body, a full shiver that started at her toes and tingled it's way to her scalp. Léa felt her nipples growing taunt in it's wake and her eyes drifted closed. Instinctively her fingers tightened in the fabric of Shane’s muscle shirt where it covered the girl's slim hips.<br/><br/>But it was the slight suction on her bottom lip that broke Léa. A moan was tore from her lips as Léa surrendered. Canting her head she rocked upward onto the toes, her lips sealing over Shane’s in a hungry kiss. Without thought, the hands at Shane's wait pulled, bringing her waist closer to Léa as she licked along the seam to the girl's lips. <br/><br/>A whimper purled up Léa's throat as those lips parted and suddenly Léa was experiencing the sweet, wet pleasure of Shane’s mouth. One small, bare foot left the floor, Léa’s thighs parting as she hooked her leg around Shane’s and trailed that foot up the back of the woman’s calf.<br/><br/>Her knee raised waist high, curling around Shane's ass and pressing her heat into the material of Shane's jeans tightly enough Léa could feel the fly. With desperate fingers Léa yanked at the fabric at the back of Shane’s shirt, pulling the material from the waist band so her fingers could find the flesh beneath. Her lips left Shane’s for a breath, then returned, her head canted in the opposite direction as she rocked her pelvis against the younger girls.<br/><br/>The soft, warm flesh beneath the pads of her fingers as they coasted up the delta of Shane’s back made Léa shiver.</span><br/>