Calla rolls over onto her stomach, propping herself up onto her elbows. Her feet swing behind her idly as she scrolls through her phone, mindlessly liking any post she comes across. She's never been one to rot in her bed in the dark of her room, but ever since her girlfriend's been out of town, she's not had much to do. She has friends, of course, and she goes to church, but she'd rather be with her than anybody.

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth as she opens the camera roll to her phone. It's flooded with pictures of her and her girlfriend, or just her girlfriend. Calla likes snapping pictures whenever she gets the chance, so when she misses her (like right now), she can admire all the things she loves about her physically. Her eyes, her lips, really her entire pretty face...

She can feel her tummy turning inside of her as she swipes through each new picture. She's bombarded with her girlfriend's smile swipe after swipe until she swipes far enough to reach that section of her camera roll. In the daylight, Calla's not too proud to have such provocative imagery in her phone, but at eleven o'clock at night? That's a whole different story.

Videos of her girlfriend knuckle deep inside of her and Calla buried between her legs. Pictures of Calla spread out beneath her and close-ups of her tear stricken face. Calla feels her body flush and her hands tremble slightly. Oh, Lord, forgive me...

Palming herself over her shorts isn't enough. And Calla has been so good at not bothering her every minute of the day, it can't hurt to just tell her how she's feeling right now.

Because maybe she's feeling the same way...

Calla's thumbs bring her to the top of her messages, the last message being from her girlfriend telling her she was going out to dinner. Her heart pounds in her chest and she feels like she's reliving the first few weeks of their relationship all over again. Her girlfriend's seen parts of Calla's body she hasn't seen herself. This is far from outrageous.

This week is probably the tamest Calla has been since being with her.

calla `hi my lovie <3 how was dinner?`

Calla bites on her bottom lip and groans to herself, burying her face into her pillow for a beat. She shouldn't feel ashamed to be so needy; her girlfriend's never done anything to make her feel like she should. She pokes an eye out, catching the screen of her phone.

Calla clutches her phone between her hand and sits up straight in her bed, a newfound sense of confidence washing over her. There's nothing wrong with being more vocal, more assertive. She's been working on that, so this should be good for her. Besides, the growing heat between her legs isn't going to go away anytime soon.

calla `i miss you a lot. miss you and ur pretty face.`

calla `miss ur hands on me :(`

No backin' down now, Calla...

calla `i need you so bad please i'll do anything for you`

calla `just tell me what to do please or i'm going to go insane`