Thank you all for being so patient with me. I know this chapter took a long time but I was just…ugh too much was happening at once. I published this chapter finally and I hope you all like it. No not much has happened but hay it's still really cute, at least I think so. Anyhow enjoy everyone. Oh and comments will be nice but you don't have too…you can be like me and just squeal with happiness :P

Morning

Elle felt the usual heat of a rising morning sun melt through the thick comforter and slide over the lids of her shut eyes. Then her body began to wake despite her minds pleas to remain asleep, if not for a minute just a few seconds longer. The warmth, she felt. The sensation of morning and a new day, she felt. But most importantly she felt the absence of a sweet and soft form beneath her, holding her close. The silk of an ivory night gown, the warmth of olive skin, the sweet aroma of something rich and floral, it all remained in her memory but absent from her reality. Through the night the young star had brought her body close to Angelina, the woman, reluctantly at first, holding her close. Her touch soft and sweeter than anything Elle had ever been exposed too. On one had it is possible that the heightened sensation was partially due to the burning love she kept suppressed deep within her core, the blonde could never pinpoint it but she knew one thing, Angelina Jolie was the love of her life. Those words might not come out soon or ever, but it was real she was sure of it. From all the descriptions she had ever read, heard, and seen in movies, she was experiencing them all around Angelina. Yes, the woman is married. Yes, she has kids. But hell, it has been a generations long phrase that love knows no boundaries, and in her case Elle was sure it could not make more sense.

Rolling over sluggishly as her hands explored the crumpled sheets, Elle's eyes remained closed. In an attempt to wipe the still heavy cloak of sleep from her eyes, long pale arms lifted up just as sulky as the movements her body made about the bed. Seconds later the extended arm lowered, her warm hands resting over her eyes and the other her mouth. A soft yawn escaped her lips, the heat of her breath meeting the softness of skin that covered the hand she decided to keep over her face for just a bit longer.

"Elle?"

It is Angelina!.

First came panic, not because of anything drastic just the fact that her mind assumed she was still at home in her room. And to the barely awake Elle Angelina Jolie was in her room. Seconds later came the realization that it was not her room and matter of fact not even the country she was born in.

Of-course she's not in America, of-course she's not in her room, OFCOURSE ANGELINA ISAWAKE TO WITNESS HER IN ALL HER MORNING GLORY.

The girl's thoughts were pricked with all the tired sarcasm she could muster up in the depth of sleep deprivation. Ahhhh I wonder if she's going to ask me about last night? Wait, why am I acting like we slept together? Well we did but not sexually. Augh Elle why are you over thinking this?

"Good Morning."

Biting the skin of her back hand the blonde allowed a slow groan to move past her lips, a sound that was meant to prepare her for the crashing reality. You know the real reality. Not the one where she would fall into a blissful sleep with her head on Angelina's chest and their legs entangled. Nope, she was bound to wake to the reality that illustrated clearly that Angelina Jolie was her roommate for a few days and not a sexy lover she had the luxury of cuddling with.

Rolling up and relaxing on her folded knees, Elle moved the loose fair strands that covered her face as the comforter had all night back behind her ears, allowing her thin lids to give way to deep pools of blue.

"Good morning Angelina."

It was not good for her to call the older woman by her first name or at least by the teachings of her parents it was a crime, but the brunette never seemed bothered by it. Plus, waking up in the morning, not to mention in a different country at that, did not give her mind enough time to sort out proper manners and greetings. Once her vision adjusted to the assaulting morning rays Elle was able to see the smile that always seems to perk the hairs on the back of her neck. Just being able to witness the sight so early in the morning, and even at all, seemed to punch all the air, both new and old, from Elle's lungs. The blonde remained still for a moment soaking in as much of the view as she possibly could. If not for the warm wind blowing pass her skin and hair Elle would be convinced she was still dreaming. How lucky could one person be. She is here, in Paris, oh and to add onto that she is sharing a room with the most beautiful woman in the entire world. If that wasn't enough to add an extra dose of sugar, this beauty, hungered by all men and women, is smiling at her.

Am I still dreaming? Elle questioned herself while locked in Angelina's gaze. I must be in some dream land? Is she talking to me? Gosh, why can't I just focus. This whole arrangement is not good for me. Not good at all. The blonde continued the conversation in her head as her eyes traveled to the woman's moving lips. Coated in a rich hue of pink rose, the distant words slowly crept in. Never invasive but thick with a distinct tone that ranked it higher than any other Angelina's words met Elle's ears finally.

"...so the day should be ours." The blonde was sure that she only heard a portion of the woman's sentence. "I'm sorry..." Elle smiled, moving her fingers through her hair as she pulled her eyes from Angelina's mouth, "Could you repeat that?" Angelina did not seem fazed, a relief to Elle who thought she was being too absent minded, well, more than she usually is. "I was just explaining that our scheduled meeting for today has been canceled, so we have the day to ourselves." The smile she gave Elle once more was far too sincere for the devious thoughts that constantly roamed through the actresses mind.

Letting out a nervous cough the blonde hopped off the soft mattress, her feet meeting the cold ground beneath. "Yahhh!" She yelped jumping back onto the bed. Angelina couldn't help but laugh, her plump lips moving into the smoothest curve that gave way to white teeth. Elle looked at her, the younger woman still in shock as she recovered from her leap. In an effort to be polite the brunette brought her hand to her mouth, allowing her eyes to travel around the room so that it appeared she wasn't laughing at the scene right in front of her.

"I can hear you you know." Elle spoke looking at the brilliant actress with a pout. "Hahaha, I'm sorry. I've never seen someone jump so quickly and yelp so loudly." Her eyes finally met Elle's as the girl exhaled some air, the pink on her cheeks fading as quickly as they had appeared. "It was cute." The woman continued, her giggles settling at her co-stars unchanging yet adorable pout.

"I didn't expect the floor to be so cold since I saw you sitting down on it."

She was right. Angelina sat down on the floor, making the surface seem as warm as an electric blanket. She was no longer in her silk night pants and top, instead she was dressed in a brilliant marbled v-neck sweater accompanied by pin-striped pants and black heels. By her side was a gray trench coat that strayed from the one she had given Elle to wear last night. She seemed to be organizing a few things in her suite-case. On the floor she sat, her legs crossed in the traditional pretzel shape and her hands folding a few pieces of clothing. "I guess you can say I'm used to the cold. Sorry for giving you the wrong idea... I guess." They looked at one another, Elle smiling as the brunette's beautiful smile tugged at the stiff corners of her mouth. "I guess I'll just have to be careful then." Angelina only kept her smile in reply, viewing the girl's movement, Elle skipping as if avoiding molten hot lava on the floor.

Angelina's forest eyes followed, traveling from the way the girl's feet skimmed the floor so elegantly, to the way her legs extended out and down, to her butt. "Oh my." She immediately turned back around, the loose locks of rich chocolate spinning in the same direction as the warm circulating air lifted them easily. Elle turned to her after hearing Angelina's exclamation. She wasn't sure what was wrong because when she looked back at the woman she was met with the back of her head. To Elle Angelina seemed to be doing the same thing as before. "Mmmph." Elle shrugged it off. She is not a morning person so reading into anything this early was almost impossible. When it comes to mornings Elle is the worst. Someone could have a party in her room and if it was morning she most likely wouldn't even worry about it. That is probably why Dakota messes with her in the morning so much, her older sister knew well that the drowsy and out off it Elle would most likely do absolutely nothing about her poking and scheming so morning is when she usually has her fun. The blonde was sure that one day this habit would lead to her demise.

Like a programmed machine, Elle moved into the giant bathroom. Taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth with the luckily hotel provided toothbrushes, they were still in the pack so the blonde was assured that they were new, Elle was almost ready. Once all the typical morning activities seemed to pass the girl finally realized that she once again had no clothes to wear.

Underwear?

No.

Pants?

No.

Shoes?

Well other than the heels she wore yesterday, No.

"Ugh why me? Why today? Why while Angelina is basically behind this damned bathroom door?" Elle questioned the universe, looking at herself in the large circle mirror, a white towel wrapped around her body.

Knock Knock

"Yes?" Her nerves peaked at the sounds and made her voice ring too much like a 20s housewife to be convincing at the least. Mentally slapping herself Elle waited for Angelina's question or what ever it was the woman knocked on the door for. "I folded a few pieces of clothing for you to wear on the vanity. I was thinking we could go shopping today...after breakfast. To get some clothes for you to wear. You did say you did not have anything correct?" The blonde listened on, a smile creeping to her lips as she heard the woman speak so kindly to her."God she's an angel"

"Yes I did. Thank you so much Angelina."

"Oh it's nothing. I am going to check with the staff for some things, I will be back soon." The woman continued, Elle listening as her heels moved from the door.

Once the room door was closed the blonde made her way out, not that she wouldn't have made her way out with Angelina there but...she wouldn't have made her way out with Angelina there. The drowsiness was gone from her vision now and all the easy going ways of the actress, who in the morning is often caught between reality and the dream she just had, had scattered as well. Creeping from the bathroom with all the caution necessary Elle peeked her head out first. She looked around the massive and even more beautiful hotel room, she then checked the windows which were still closed, thank god. After putting her detective skills to good use the young woman allowed her entire form out of the bathroom and to the large vanity, there she saw the neatly folded stack of clothes.

Looking through the articles of clothing Elle pulled out a set of long pants and a long turtle neck along with warm socks. What intrigued her however was the underwear. White with ruffles decorating both the bra and pantie, she lifted the piece up and turned it around to be greeted with a clothing tag still on it. "Did she recently buy this?" Elle wondered, soon after checking the rest of the clothes to find tags on them as well. She was a bit disappointed since I mean wearing Angelina's clothes would have been great, but then again it was most likely a blessing. Last night she couldn't even think straight with the woman's coat over her, Angelina's sweet perfume surrounding her with warmth. The memory of it all brought chills up her spine and over her arms, resting in her fingertips as they moved over the soft fabric in her hand.

It didn't take Elle long to get ready, the scented lotion and creams, provided by the up-scale hotel were all of use to the ill prepared actress. She looked for the dress she wore the day before once she had put on the pieces set out for her. She found the dress also neatly folded, her guess going to the lovely Angelina Jolie. It wasn't simply because of the woman's habit of keeping everything orderly, which Elle was growing aware of, it was due to the way the clothing was folded, there isn't really a way to describe it but the way her co-star folded clothing was different from her mothers, her sisters, and any staff worker she has ever met. They all seemed the lay onto each other in unison, it was cool to the young star.

To entertain herself Elle settled onto the edge of the neatly arranged bed and unfolded the garment, looking at the hardly visible indents in the fabric. The while following the faint lines on the dress Elle attempted to copy the technique. The simple task moved into something more complex as Elle found herself struggling to master the way Angelina had so ingeniously folded the green dress. Before she knew it minutes passed. The only thing that drew her attention from the task she had created for herself was the sound of the room door opening.

Turing her head to the noise Elle was greeted with a smile once more, this one wasn't of humor however, it was a kind of 'hello' without the actual word. Angelina moved into the room, turning her attention to the chair. There she placed a black long jacket over the arm before turning to the now still girl on the edge of the bed.

"I see everything fits well."

"Yes. Thank you for the clothes." Angelina only smiled back at the blonde."Would you like to go out for breakfast with me?"

"Breakfast?" Elle was sure she has wasted enough time to make it to lunch time, she moved her hand over the bag she had worn the night prior as she attempted to piece together how long it took her to get up and ready. "Yes, it is ten passed eight now." Angelina answered the question she knew Elle was most likely said to herself. "Really?" The brunette nodded 'yes'. "Alright then, lets get going I guess." Elle moved her figure off of the bed, placing the mess of a folded dress onto the vanity.

She turned to the door but was stopped by a gentle hold around her wrist, "Please wear this coat, I bought it for you because it is a little cold outside." Angelina spoke with the jacket in her other hand. Elle was not sure how to react, in the moment her heart felt as if it was bursting from the skin to skin contact and through that she was not sure what expression was on her face. Despite the crazy thoughts running through her head however, the blonde maintained a decent and gentle smile on her face. If Elle knew how she looked at the moment she would most likely be giving herself a pat on the back for 'good work' on maintaining a cool face. Holding onto the brunette's hand as she moved it back, Elle took the coat placing it over her free arm.

"I'll put it on in the car, right now we should get going, I am very hungry."

"Okay." Angelina responded, her face settling from the bit of confusion she felt at the contact the girl maintained despite her efforts to remove her hand, which she presumed must had made Elle feel uncomfortable. Placing the room key into the bag she had already around her body, Angelina followed the girl's gentle direction, shutting the door while keeping an ear on Elle's description of the perfect breakfast. The halls of the hotel where not busy, of-course there were a few workers moving about most flashing a smile while others simply ignored both women.

"We should head out the back right?" The girl abruptly stopped, turning to the woman who nearly bumped into her back. "mmph?" Angelina rose a brow wondering how that related to her depiction of breakfast sandwich's and drinks. The blonde laughed softly as she viewed the woman's evident bewilderment.

"I mean when leaving the hotel. We should move out the back so that we don't get bombarded with paparazzi and all."

"Oh yes, that's a great suggestion. Lets go that way."

"Great." Elle took both the woman hands into her own out of excitement. It was very rare for anyone to actually listen to her nevertheless actually consider her ideas, the entire exchange made her so happy despite how simple it was. Allowing the girl to hold onto her hand Angelina couldn't help but smile in response to the girl's intoxicating smile. She willingly followed Elle all the way out of the Hotel and to the back which lead to the parking lot, the area quite and void of any other voices and paparazzi.

Angelina drove Elle and herself to a local cafe that was not overcrowded and very secluded, it was the same place she had stopped by last night so she had no need for directions or help. "They have the best home made breakfast." The brunette explained as she finally parked the car. "Mmph have you eaten here before?" Elle asked with all the will to listen. "Yes. My family visits Paris quite a bit and this little shop tops all the five star restaurants we've ever been too. I can assure that you'll find something you absolutely love." Elle listened while unbuckling her seat belt. "Wow, I can't wait." She spoke, moving her bag strap across her body. "Oh Elle don't forget to wear dark sunglasses." Angelina spoke handing her a pair of gold rimmed dark shades, the kind most celebrities wear to hide their identity in case of any photographers.

"Oh I don't need those." The blonde spoke with a smile that persuaded the woman far to easily. "I'm not a mega star like you Mrs. Jolie, I'm sure no one knows who I am." Elle took the shades opening them and turning them around so that she could put it on Angelina's face. "There. That looks more suitable."

"Are you sure?" The brunette asked once again while the girl made her way out of the car and she followed as well. "Yes..." Elle responded with another grin while taking the woman's hand, this time not holding but entwining their fingers. "Now lets go get our grub on." Angelina moved next to her, following and not pulling her hand away this time. "I really want o try the pancakes, or the muffins, wait maybe I should just get something simple." Elle spoke to herself as she made her way into the small shop. The brunette only listened, admiring the girl's easy going personality.

Through the entire trip she has smile more than she had ever, being the case that her children and family are not here. For that she is very thankful to Elle, to her the actresses was a ball of love and sunshine, something she had been missing for longer than she has ever been aware of. As strange as it sounded, Angelina felt as if Elle was a piece if her life she had never known was lacking, a piece she longed to keep hold of as long as she was permitted and for the time, she hoped enjoy every moment.