Glee

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"OH MY GOD. I can't believe you made me do this Elisa." Isabelle squealed, gripping Elisa's arm tighter as the subway started moving again. Elisa looked at Isabelle's terrified face and could help but chuckle. Isabelle sent one of her recognizable glares at the blonde who only smiled in turn, and leaned closer to her ear, "Mmm I love it when you glare like that at me...it makes me so...hot." she whispered in Isabelle's ear.

She was doing this quite often now, shameless flirting with Isabelle felt so natural and she used every opportunity she had to wind up the brunette. Retreating to look into Isabelle's eyes she noticed they were glazed with lust. Elisa smirked victoriously to herself. But her gloating didn't last too long since Isabelle squealed again.

"What now?" Elisa asked amused.

"What is that man doing?" Isabelle wrinkled her nose in disgust as she tightened her grip on Elisa's arm. Elisa glanced behind her back at the man in worn out and ripped clothes, who had his hand in his pants scratching himself absentmindedly, and then again at Isabelle who looked like she was about to throw up. The blonde threw laughing fit at Isabelle's greenish face. 

"Ewwww, Elisa stop laughing, I'll vomit if we don't get the hell out of here right now." she glared at the blonde again, whose face was red from laughing. Isabelle didn't even know why did she agree to this horrid idea. She has never taken a subway before, and now she was certain she never will again. People were rude, smelly, and some even sent creepy glances towards Elisa and her. 

"We have two more stops and then we are leaving. Ok?" Elisa smiled at her. 

"Fine, but you will pay for this." Isabelle said demonstratively turning her head away from Elisa. 

"I can't wait for my punishment." Elisa whispered huskily to her again. Isabelle flushed herself close to Elisa, burying her head in her shoulder. Elisa noticed a couple of people giving them curious glances but she didn't care, if every subway ride was like this she would gladly ride it the rest of her life. 

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Fresh air finally... well as fresh as it can get in New York, Isabelle thought as they emerged on the streets again. Big snowflakes were adding up on the thin blanket of snow that covered the ground. Their boots screeched leaving prints as they walked towards Elisa's parents coffee place. Isabelle glanced at Elisa who had buried her nose in her scarf. Her cheeks were adorably rosy from the cold. A little crease was nestled between her eyes, and her gaze was directed towards the ground, her long eyelashes almost brushing the top of her cheeks.

Isabelle noticed that Elisa wasn't particularly a fan of snow. On the other hand Isabelle really liked snow and the Holidays that came with it. It was one of the rare times that she spent with her parents, mostly because they had to uphold the image of a functional family in the face of their upper-class friends and acquaintances. Isabelle loved dressing up for classy Christmas parties and receiving lots and lots of attention for once. Isabelle wondered what was Elisa's Christmas like. There were so many things she didn't know about her friend, and she was looking forward to discovering them.

Since Brig passed away, she has spent a lot of time with Elisa. Isabelle smiled glancing at the blonde, her smile hidden by her scarf. Isabelle never felt  happier and she couldn't stop the riot of fuzzy feelings inside of her even if she wanted to. She realized that in the short span of time, Elisa became not only her lover but also her best friend. Since Elisa came into her life, she didn't feel alone anymore. Even Brigitte's leaving was somehow easier to handle with Elisa by her side. 

Isabelle had to admit that these feelings scared her, she never felt like this in her life, and it made her feel insecure and vulnerable. Sometimes all of this seemed so surreal to her. She not only let someone in her life but that certain someone was a girl and her so called nemesis. But despite being scared of uncertainty and these new feelings, Isabelle had to take just one glance at Elisa to know that she wouldn't hurt her.

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