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Coffee. A bagel, muffin, or a sandwich?
Elle was not sure which Angelina had specifically ordered since her eyes were focused on everything the woman was doing. From the way her nails would tap against the glass as she waited for her food to be delivered, to the way she leaned her head to the side gently as if to release an invisible weight from it. This all took up Elle's time until her eyes caught glimpse of crispy crumbs clinging to the side of Jolie's mouth. The flakes of a warm croissant remaining on the skin like the gentle touch of fluttering butterflies, the now crispy dough refusing to leave the desired figure and gently holding onto the delicate flesh. It was unbelievably cute, the way the woman continued to talk unaware of the tiny pieces of food that had refused to leave her voluminous lips. The blonde thought for a moment, would it be too aggressive if I were to just touch her? She wondered to herself while smiling and nodding to the phrases she was catching but not completely analyzing and taking in. Her eyes couldn't seem to leave the woman's lips, and too often she would catch a glimpse of Angelina looking at her own, the dark shades now placed to the side of the coffee table and securing nothing back.
In a moment she took the move, her long arms extended across the small cafe table to gently graze over the woman's supple lips, wiping the crumb away. The thing was Elle took her time with this action, she did not simply wipe away the piece of food, instead she lets her fingers edge closer to the woman's lips. Moving over her bottom lip ever so slightly before the corner where she finally wiped away the food.
God, how she would have loved to lick the crumb off of Angelina's lips and allow her tongue to explore further than the barrier of skin. But she simply could not bring herself to do so. Not because she was a meek soul but due to her paranoia of ruining everything. The friendship, the security she knew the brunette felt when around her, it all would most likely crumble to pieces if she were to attack the woman like a wild beast finding pray after days of starvation.
The thirst was alive as ever nevertheless. Her morning coffee could not rid her throat of the strange desire to drink something other than coffee, or any drink at that. What she wanted was to touch the woman without restraint, without thought, without the bracing reality of an opposing society and circumstance. She wanted to take a tall, cool glass of Angelina Jolie. That was what she truly longed-for, what she needed.
"Do you think it would be a good idea?" At the question Elle moved her wild shimmering eyes up, the waves of blue clashing between the woman's lips and captivating layers of evergreen that looked at her, waving with intrigue and question. "Of-course! It will be like..." She searched her plate of a half eaten bagel and fruit to find the specific word she was looking for, a simple word that at the moment escaped her mind without any sound. "Like a girl's day...or something like that." The blonde was quick to rise from the state that moved on through her mind to the state of reality. She was often forced to rise from her romantic day dreams to an unsatisfying reality, one that refused to let her roll in the plush grass of love and freedom. As cruel as ever, it only brought her glimpses of what she could never have and might always want. Angelina Jolie.
"Great. If you're done..."
"I'm finished." Elle rose from her seat and moved over to Angelina's side of the table, looking down at the woman who gazed right back at her. For a while the brunette seemed captivated and then like a switch she continued to move through her purse. "It's okay Angelina, I've got this one."
The blonde moved her hand through the purse she had worn all through her travel to Paris and the hotel. In there she pulled out a cute wallet decorated with the face of some kind of cartoon bunny, adorable and bright. Suiting, Angelina thought as she moved up from her chair, watching the girl place the money onto the check that had been placed in the middle of the table. Of-course the money was a bit more than what was required of her to pay, but it wasn't important. "Should we get going." Elle asked, looking at the brunette with arm stretched out and her hand open, ready to hold onto the woman's own. "Yes."
The car ride was more fun than anyone of them expected. Elle had been given the luxury of choosing the music channel she wanted to play, and lucky for her Angelina seemed taken by her moves and karaoke cession, the woman smiling and laughing as she drove.
The day didn't exactly go as designed, the brunette had planned on breakfast, shopping, lunch, and then back to the hotel. To her surprise that plan, which was unusual since 99% of the time her schedules go exactly as prearranged, was thrown off track. This was of-course due to Elle, and because it was her co-star who had caused the change in plans Angelina was not bothered. Instead she followed by the young woman's side, her hands held in a surprisingly comfortable and secure hold while her eyes remained locked on the ambitious actress.
They had settled in their destination, a large mall packed with wealthy people, all their hands filled with bags, some belonging to the stores they had shopped at and others grasping the newest designer bags. The environment was perfect however. Everyone only cared for themselves and paid no attention to the two mega-stars in their wake. Instead the rushed through the stores, up the escalators, down the other, hands grasping onto bags while others children. Some on the phones and speaking the elegant language of French, while others wrapped their arms around family and lovers, speaking to one another about stories of relationships and clothing. Would they stand out being two women holding hands, walking about as they spoke to one another of their hopes and dreams, their family and accidents. No, they would not. For in the cluttered mask of people they were merely a speck of something average or irrelevant.
As the movement picked up and more people began pushing past them, some not caring to apologize, the young girl grew frightened. Elle held on tighter to Angelina's hand, the change in hold apparent to experienced actress who turned her eyes from the stores to the girl next to her. Deep green's skating over gold as they moved from the hand that held onto her own to the blondes face. "Are you alright Elle?" She whispered despite the loud noise of the massive shopping central. The blonde nodded that she was 'fine', her eyes not meeting the deep hues of emerald that searched her face for something expressive. The brunette caught it, a kind of frenzy in the girl's eyes. It was mild but still it was there. Taking on her own ideals and rejecting the logical voice that told her to spare her time and ignore the feeling she felt stewing, the brunette pulled her young co-star in closer, her hands moving from the girl's own to wrap around her waist, bringing the soft figure to her side. Angelina brought her lips close to the now blushing girl's ear, "if you are nervous just hold onto me." Jolie intended for her words to be placed into a category of motherly advice or companion protection, something that could disguise the strange huskiness that came to her voice when she felt the blonde close to her.
Coughing away the strange shift in her tone Angelina attempted to smile it away, Elle hiding her face behind the long locks she traditionally pulled behind her curved ears. "We should head over there." The young actress pointed to an extravagant building, laced in a combination of sleek black marble and shimmering cold paint, the place reeking of some strong and potent perfume from the far distance they were. "There?" Angelina asked, familiarity in her voice as she turned to Elle the girl raising a brow in wonder. "Have you been?" The brunette nodded in agreement, continuing her steps toward the shop, with her arm still around the girls waist.
They moved into the store, almost instantly a stuck up looking worker moved over to them, her eyes roaming their attire before deciding to wear a smile. "Bonjour..." Her eyes looked to the curious Elle who attempted to take in as much as she could, in hopes of recognizing some french she understood. The woman's dark eyes then looked to Angelina, her eyes now slimmer but hidden behind the darken shades. "Puis-je vous aider les femmes?" Tilting her head a bit to the side Angelina interrogated the woman with her eyes, reading her golden laced name tag and then her body language. She placed on a rather cold smile and then responded, her tongue smooth as the foreign language, to Elle, poured like a water fall, sweet and so gentle. "Oui, je voudrais une chambre privee se il vous plait." The worker smiled even wider, her change in demeanor bring about a rise in the young blondes curiosity, at this moment Elle regretted not taking her French lessons seriously. Her wide blue eyes moved closer as she attempted to pull out the reasons behind the woman's strange smile, instead however she found herself being gently carried along by Angelina, the woman turning to her with an assuring and amused smile.
"I asked for a private room Elle." She whispered, the woman a few inches ahead of them but her ears sharp. "Ooooh." Elle spoke realizing her unnecessary desire to scavenge out the truth. That worker was happy because private rooms means definite buy and definite buy means more money in her already filed pockets. The entire ordeal brought a childish smile to her face, and soon after she busted into a laugh, her adorable tones ranging from embarrassed to relieved, this however seemed to startle the worker ahead of them but made her co-star smile even bigger. The older woman dressed in all black turned sharp on her heels, her nose up as if she had smelled something strange, Elle continued to giggle unaware of the agitated worker. Angelina spoke with the woman once more and in seconds they were directed to a vast room, the door labeled with occupied. The blonde only followed Eying the smiling woman who lead her, her eyes lingering for just a moment on the worker that huffed her way away.
The door closed and as preferred by Angelina, locked. The entire area was a boutique in itself, a vast room of of clear stone it's walls detailed with long shelves filled but not cluttered with shoes. The long pole held dress after dress, the pieces color coded, length arranged, and spaciously hung so that every piece was visible. On one side was the countess exhibit of purses, and above that was the area of coats. On the other side was even more clothes, pants, jeans, skirts, skorts, they were all lined orderly. There were two chairs, a table between them with a dish of some fruit and water. Across from the chairs in the middle of the room was a platform, only slightly elevated from the ground, in the shape of a circle. Just behind it was another room, smaller and labeled 'LE VESTIAIRE' [changing room.] The entire environment was extravagant, it's status above any other and holding a scent of something pleasant and too rich.
The young actress glowed, moving from the woman's gentle hold to twirl in the open room smiling and speaking of the rooms stunning look, the clothing's appearance, the scent, it all was so enchanting. Angelina stayed back watching in as much wonder, but not by the room but by the beauty in front of her, the young woman that twirled as if in a warm springs day as the flowers sprung from their stems and into the wind, Elle was herself bewitching.
"Isn't it beautiful?" She stopped her movement, moving to the older woman who nodded in agreement, taking her sunglasses off and placing them onto the table. "You should go pick out some clothing." The brunette suggested, making her way to one of the embroidered chairs and crossing her long and toned legs. She leaned back in the chair as the blonde smiled at her, leaning over the chair to reach her ears in a whisper, "You want to be the judge?" Angelina rose a brow watching the blonde move away from her and stand a few inches back. "Of my outfits, I obviously need help picking something."
"Yes, I'd love to be a judge."
"Great!" Elle spoke, a plan quickly coming to her mind. "So you agree to the requirements."
"What requirements?" Angelina spoke slowly as she looked into the cunning girl's eyes. "Well you must find something to wear as well."
"I was never spoken to of these requirements." Angelina smiled as she spook softly rising from her seat, "Should be dare think I was tricked?"
Elle could feel her fingers tingle as the woman drew close, they wanted so badly to wrap around Jolie's small waist, pull her in and kiss her neck, tug at her clothes, and bite her... "I have no idea what you're talking about." Elle moved away, making her way to the area where the beautiful dresses were hung. She roamed through them carelessly, her attention locked on the way heels clacked against the hard floor, moving closer to her and then near her.
"You could have just asked." The brunette spoke, roaming through the clothes with more interest. Elle listened, her eyes roaming about the woman's profile, locking on the way her lips moved and head swayed. The way her long fingers moved from fabric to the next. The way her eyes glimmered as the light of the room and the sparkle of the walls reflected into to them bringing alive the specks of gold that streamed like long rivers.
"You go first." Angelina spoke, not one piece of clothing in her hand. Elle on the other hand had stacks of clothing, she had fallen for so many pieces in the room that she had quite a few options to try on. The mother took her seat once more, waiting for the girl to come from the dressing room. A few minutes later Elle came out dressed in the cutest of pinks. The dress was created for no one else but her, though Angelina as the girl spun the dress lifting with the wind.
"It's beautiful Elle."
"Why thank you Mrs. Jolie." The girl lowered, her head lowering just a bit.
From that came a line of other clothes, from skinny to light wash jeans, from short to long dresses, from groaning, on part of the blonde who had grown frustrated with some pieces that just did not work at all, to the smiles and flattery of Angelina. The experience appeared to be one out of an olden romance, one of those moments where the wealthy man takes his girlfriend out and pampers her with compliments and all she could desire, it was exactly the same except, well they were both women and one was married while the other was hopelessly taken. Elle picked her favorites, with the help of the brunette who couldn't really bring herself to find a piece she truly disliked but had to compromise, as stated by her young friend. The blonde folded the nice evening dress she had found, the pattern long and floral with a dark color that blended well with the cold temperatures. Along with such were two pairs of pants, a few shirts, along with some sneakers she had found in the color of white and black.
"Okay your turn." Elle spoke taking a seat, exhausted and ready to view Angelina in some... "appropriate" pieces. The brunette turned to her, still seated and with an uncertain look. "I...I couldn't find any pieces that I liked." It was a fib and Angelina knew it, but the last thing she wanted to do was to stare at herself in the mirror longer than a few seconds. It was the first time Elle had heard the woman stammer with such...uneasiness. "Nonsense." The girl rose from her chair with revived energy, "Everything in here is so beautiful and you're so beautiful, there's bound to be something." Elle hadn't realized what effect her words had on the brunette that clung to them. The blonde had often spoken these words in her head so saying them was as easy as breathing, but to Angelina it was one of the rarest things she had come in contact with. Many had called her beautiful but it was never from the people she longed to hear them from, yet this young star who had been around her for a mere matter of months had made he heart skip a few beats.
She watched the girl shuffle eagerly through the clothing moving over to the evening wear. For the time Angelina could not pry her eyes from the young stars suave skipping from one area to another, her body curvy and supple with the vibrant glow of youth, something she had lost a while back. It could become depressing when she had too much time to herself, that was why she would occupy herself with doing as much good as she could before she could no longer show her face or move her body.
"Here." Elle spoke, breaking the woman's darkened train of thought and pulling her into the reality that would shine brightly once again. "I think this is just perfect for you." The blonde walked over to the woman who stood from her seat. In a quick exchange of encouragement the young star handed the clothing to the superstar and took a seat, crossed her legs and watched as the woman moved into the dressing room.
2 minutes
5 minutes
10 minutes
15...Elle grew worried with the extended time and lack of communication from the brunette. In a haste stride she made her way to the changing room door, knocking gently at first and then with more urgency.
"I...I'm fine." The voice was faint and Elle found herself drawn to the fragility of it all. She knocked again, this time asking if she could come in. It took a moment or two before the door was pulled open and gave way to the actress, he figure wrapped in the complimenting shade of black that brought to life the curves of her tall and slender figure. "Is something the matter? Do you not like the dress. I could change it if..."
"That's not it. Your choice is beautiful." Elle listened as Angelina attempted to regain the bit of normality she had left. "I just don't like it."
"Is that really it?" The blonde moved in closer, closing the door behind her. The room was not small, it could fit four people at max but in the very moment the area seemed smaller than ever. As she moved in closer Angelina stepped back, however this was not on her account instead her body seemed to move on instinct. "It seems like more is bothering you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
They stared at one another for a long moment, Angelina's eyes searching Elle's own for some kind of understanding and too quickly she found it. "Elle I..."
"Do I bother you?" The blonde asked knowing that that was not the case, but in effort to dig deeper she would have to create some kind of icebreaker. At her question the brunette's eyes widened, "No that is not the issue...My problem is actually a silly one..." She looked to her clean nails, allowing them to graze over one another. "I doubt that."
Her smile broke Angelina's heart just a bit, the young actress was so honest it was almost unbearable to be in her presence. "I..." She looked to Elle for assurance, to make sure she was not making a big mistake. "I don't like looking at myself in the mirror very much... I guess what I see is not what I want to see." Without any thought the young girl stepped closer, Angelina moving back as well but being stopped against the back wall. Elle allowed her soft palms to run over the smooth skin of the woman's cheek wiping away the droplets of pain that had escaped her eyes without any consent. "You are perfect Angelina Jolie. You are beautiful, captivating, and the...sexiest thing I have ever seen." She bit her bottom lip at the last comment. The brunette smiled, giggling just a bit at the sweet compliment. "Sometimes I think you're far to honest." The woman spoke, the pain, as expected from earlier being erased from her thoughts but leaving behind a kind of doubt.
"Come." Elle spoke taking the woman's hand and pulling her from the wall. There she moved behind the mother, viewing the half zipped dress and their image in the mirror. Elle behind the tall figure, her head nearly resting on the gentle slopes of Angelina's shoulder. There she zipped up the dress, the fabric hugging the shapes she so badly needed to trace with her hands. "Mrs. Jolie you are stunning." Her voice was low and sincere while she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist and pulling her in. "This dress is nothing but an accessory in comparison to your beauty."
"Thank you." Angelina responded, she could feel an unusual heat rise to her cheeks and because of that she looked down from the mirror and to the floor. At the sound of her words Elle turned the work of art around to face her. "I'm not being nice. I'm telling you how I feel. I hope you understand that." At the moment Angelina was not sure what the girl meant completely or why her face had transformed into one of the most alluring exhibitions but she knew one thing, her heart rate was increasing and so was her body heat.