It's soft and slow, and Clarisse feels like she's drunk on Ellie, melting into the warmth of her. Everything blurs except for Ellie's mouth on hers, and Ellie's fingers pressed to the back of her neck, her thumb rubbing gently up and down, up and down.

For the first time since they got here, she's truly upset about the lack of usable beds around.

It's not even because she's horny. (She is horny, but that isn't the point.) Really, she just wants to lie next to Ellie and press their bodies against each other and make out with her for, like, an entire day.

At some point, she presses her forehead against Ellie's and closes her eyes. Just gonna stay like that for a minute.