The flight continued on after both women received a few questionable stares, probably because they were both wearing sunglasses in the plane... Or maybe due to that whole scene with Angelina giving up her high-class seat to sit next to Elle. As the hours passed on more people fell asleep while others continued writing, watching, and listening to whatever tune that kept them awake long enough.
The blonde sat silently and looked to her side to view the stunning brunette that had slipped off her sunglasses, barely awake as her loose bun allowed strands of mahogany to slip out. It was dark in the airplane and sunglasses appeared even more unnecessary since the area was almost as dark as night. Elle tapped on the light that was just above her seat to illuminate the area that the warm setting sun could not reach. Taking in Angelina's hand as she had so many times before, the youth slipped her fingers between the brunette's own, allowing her nails to graze over the palm of the star's hand.
Angelina opened her eyes slightly, glimmering emeralds steering slightly to the corner so that she could view the silent blonde that seemed fixated on her hand. The slow sensation sending vibrations of electricity through her veins and warming her body. "Elle." She nearly moaned at the dangerously simple and seductive action. The mahogany haired beauty also hadn't realized how easy the youth's name seemed the slip past her lips as if it was the air she breathed in and out.
The girl looked up at her, blue pools drowning her ever so slightly.
"Hay." Elle responded, her voice slightly ruff from the lack of speaking and her slight fatigue. The ride has been smooth, the first hour they spent chatting about simple topics but that was not what seemed to linger on Angelina's mind.
Thinking about the night prior made the older woman wonder why she was so uneasy. Elle being eight-teen was supposed to be a surprise not something that brought her relief. I most be losing my mind. If Elle is eight-teen then...wait she is not so stop thinking about what that would mean for you. The actress's mind raced and as it did deep oceans surveyed her closely. The golden haired actress recognizing too quickly the way Angelina's green eyes lightened to a strange mint color as the sun colored rings around black pupils darkened to a aureate tint.
Her gentile movements halting as she anticipated what it was the super-star intended to tell her. Elle had already concluded that Angelina's question would be serious since the woman seemed so hesitant to ask what was on her mind.
Biting the side of her lip Angelina took in more air, surveying her co-stars gentile features once more. "Elle...I have too ask..." the brunette felt a slight air of still anticipation between them. Elle could sense the inner turmoil she was battling and the entire idea that her co-star, the girl she was sure would be the short-coming of her sanity, could read her so easily. The thought was both surprising and bothersome as well.
If the blonde could read her so easily then what would that mean?
Angelina knew she was not an easy woman to calculate and often people would not know her intentions unless she explained it. But Elle, the youthful and talented young woman that she got to learn so much about, seemed to read her like an open book. When-ever their eyes would connect it would be as if Elle was unlocking her doors and making her way at home in her deepest thoughts. Those deep blue waves crashing against the walls Angelina had built so well over her many years in the industry, the material crumbling like the crumbs of it fresh baked pie. The sensation freighting while being dangerously enticing.
"A question?" The blonde finished Angelina's sentence, squeezing the woman's soft hand to assure her that she was welcome to ask anything.
Taking down the lump that had formed in her throat from dread of discovering the truth and even asking the question, Angelina slipped her eyes from the youths captivating face to view the clouds outside the window that moved to slow for her racing thought.
"How old are you Elle?"
The question caught the blonde off guard. She was expecting some big reveal or Angelina telling her something about the movie night but not a question about her age...why would she wonder about my a...FUCK MY LIFE! Last night. Shit I knew I was too fucking loud. Elle looked at the brunettes hand continuing her gentile movements that she had stopped earlier, the continuation causing the older woman's figure to tense up suddenly. She wasn't sure what to do. Her manager had explained to her the entire circumstance of the whole age ordeal...but then again she couldn't find it in her heart to lie to this beautiful woman. This gentile and caring woman who has given her a room to stay, sweet words, the best company and resisted (to Elle's disappointment) her 'touchy' behavior. How can I lie to someone who's been so honest and sweet to me?
Now Elle was experiencing her own inner conflict.
She turned to Angelina, deep emeralds that seemed to reflect like light on the surface of water as they looked back at her, begging her to tell the truth...or maybe to not. Elle smiled softly and in a meek tone responded.
"I'm eight-teen Angelina." The brunette could feel her body physically shake at the blonde's comment, not sure if it was relief or a nagging fear that was finally justified.
She looked to the young star, not sure what she wanted to say or even what her mind was formulating as she thought about all the emotions that continued to zoom through her veins. I shouldn't be this relieved,. I shouldn't even feel anything. She just told me her age and that has nothing more to do with me...who am I kidding she's already got everything to do with me. The way she looks at me, her smile, her youthful smile...Everything about my emotions has something to do with Elle. And it's very...it's very.
"I know it reads that I am sixteen but I'm not. My manager thought that it would help me get the role easier and..."
Angelina listened to the girl go on, her explanation clear but extended as if she was in a way trying to regain the older woman's trust...as if she had lost it by not mentioning her real age from the beginning.
"Elle my dear it's okay... I was just wondering since..."
"You heard me last night right? I knew I was being too loud. I'm so sorry that I woke you up."
"It's fine. I just wanted to make sure that...I wasn't dreaming or anything like that."
Angelina did not say much after that, and Elle wasn't really sure how to move on to another topic. The older woman didn't seem bothered by her admission but she was. In-fact she was angry that she even made her manager and family tuck her into it. Dakota was right, family and business does not go together. The silence continued and with it grew both woman's thoughts. The blonde has stopped her gentile movements and Angelina found herself yearning for her touch once more.
Deep emeralds shifting between levels of desire and restraint looked down at Elle's hand and watched intently as her index finger bounced up and down. She's nervous. Angelina thought as she grew more inclined to take the hand into her own and stop the girl's uneasiness. Through a careful move she slipped her fingers over the top of Elle's hand, the blonde looking at her immediately as she sensed the contact. The older star however was not planning on looking at her, the moment and her desire to hold Elle's hand was too...embarrassing. She slipped her long fingers between the spaces of Elle's own, closing in even more space as her fingers curled and her tips settled on the girl's warm palms.
Here I am way older than this young girl and I'm acting like a child, getting unbelievably nervous just from holding her hand. Goodness what is happening to me.
Feeling the contact did more than she thought Angelina realized. She was on the verge of probably burning her brain with all the crazy ideas that had formed in her small head. Elle closed her fingers as well and smiled looking at the woman she knew could feel her. The stoic face Angelina had on was not tricking Elle one bit, she could tell the woman enjoyed her touch and also wanted to smile but seemed too focused on the back of the seat to do so.
Taking another brave step, as she has done so many times on this trip, the blonde moved Angelina's hand in hers to her lips kissing the to of the older woman's hand softly. The brunette turned to her quickly, their eye's clicking together as if two magnets. "Wha..what are you doing?" Her voice was a bit raspy, somewhere between I could fuck you right now and how much longer until I can run away and hide under a pillow. "What?" Elle asked back, her voice tinted with an unnerving undertone of seduction that the older woman nearly drowned in.
She moved her head to the side, long locks of rich chocolate moving over her shoulder with the grace of tropical water falls. Eye's moving from Elle's lips to the spot where they touched her skin. Does she just plan to drive me completely insane? Moving her hand away Angelina found them being pulled back to Elle's lips, the girl now kissing her with a sort of abandon that was strikingly slow and addicting. "Elle...stop please." The older star spoke in a rich and deep tone that vibrated the blondes veins and shot electrifying rays of heat all throughout her body.
She wants me! God Anga-fucking-lina wants me. Is this real? Yes bitch is real. How do you know? Wait I just heard her voice and look at those eyes, she's basically begging me to rip her clothes off.
"Do you really want me to stop?" Elle knew she was using her pout way too much on the older actress but she just couldn't help it when she got reactions like this. Come on Angelina, just say 'no' and I'll be on you in 2.o seconds. Come on please just say 'fuck me' and I promise I'll take you to...
"Yes...please."
Thanks universe! You... fucking tease. Biting the inside of her mouth Elle smiled what she thought might look like an 'okay' smile and released her hold, placing her hands in her lap. The brunette took in some air to cool down the high temperature that her body had risen too. The blonde didn't really want to say more, she was sill re mincing on that look in her co-stars eyes from moments prior. She knew if Angelina was hers and she looked at her with those eyes, well there would be no turning back of-course.
"Elle I'm sorry about..."
Turning her head to the brunette Elle smiled and responded simply, "I get it Angelina."
Not sure how to respond to the comment, the older woman looked at Elle for a moment, then the back of the seat and then the blonde again. "What do you get?"
Pleasantly surprised that the super-star cared about her opinion the blonde turned back to the woman, shifting her bottom slightly so that she could have better leverage.
"Well you don't like to be touched by me."
Elle could feel herself nearly crumble as Angelina's eyes widened in disbelief. "NO!" Her voice vibrated through-out the plane so she lowered it. "No Elle, of-course not. It's just...I'm not you know..."
"Comfortable around me?" The youth finished what she thought was the rest of Angelina's sentence.
"Oh I'm comfortable around you...Maybe a little too comfortable."
"Mph?" The blonde pretended not to hear the last line. "I wanted to tell you..Just know that I have no problem with you...touching me." The brunette was sure that the statement sounded very suggestive but decided not to make the moment even more awkward by trying to clarify herself. Elle seemed really understanding and Angelina was sure that she understood clearly what she meant.
Slipping her finger back between the spaces of the older woman's hand the blonde continued the slow moments she had done prior. Not to Angelina's surprise her body relaxed with the youth's touch.
"I'm going to miss sleeping next to you Angelina." The gentile whisper traveled up the top layer of the brunettes skin to her ear, warming her figure and slightly breaking her heart.
"I'm going to miss you too my little beastie."
"Ooh I like that nick-name my dark queen." The blonde responded with a sly smile, her brows rising as she teased the woman who smiled in response.
"Are you normally this flirtatious?"
The brunette's voice was followed with slight fascination. Elle was tempted to say yes but she wasn't this abrasive when it comes to love interest. In-fact she's usually the one who is hit on rather than the other way around. But when it comes to Angelina Jolie, well she can make an exception. The tall stoic woman seems so private and tragically beautiful. Pulling the soft hand to her lips once more, Elle looked up her vibrant eye's asking for permission. Angelina did not pull her hand back so Elle casually kissed the inside of the brunettes wrist, allowing her lips to remain on the soft vanilla skin.
"No. I'm not flirtatious at all." Her voice was too mellow to be taken as anything other than the entire truth. Looking into deep tints of ocean and burning sky the older woman could feel her lungs fill with the scent of Elle. The girl was all around her, the sweet aroma of her skin that stuck to the sheets of their hotel bed, to the tints of peach that spread through-out her skin ranging from pale to pink. "So..." The super-star cleared her throat as the thick air of lust was forced out. "Just me then?"
"Yes. Just you Angelina..." The blonde surveyed the woman's stoic features, reading beyond the stiffness of her expression and entering the older woman's thoughts through those deep forest eyes. "It doesn't bother you?" Holding onto her hand tighter, which the blonde noticed but did not bother with, the brunette smiled.
"It is flattering but why would you fl..."
The blonde turned off the light she had turned on earlier, allowing the tiny slivers of sunlight to illuminate the the outline of their figures.
"Because I like you Angelina." Her eyes moved to the window, hands holding onto the older woman's own snugger. "I..." Her eyes moving down as she felt striking greens look onto her with an intensity. "I've been trying so hard not to kiss you." She whispered the last two words while her clear skied eyes moved along the woman's plump lips. "And not to touch you more."
"I don't know what to say Elle." Well you can say yes and let me have you. But you won't...I'm so stupid for even telling her. "I know you have a family and all, I just can't help how I feel."
"You're feelings I'm sure will pass."
The blonde looked at her closely, a small smile forming on her lips as she inched closer, careful not to be to sudden. Slowly she leaned onto the tall frame, tilting her head so that her lips were inches from the brunettes ear. "I don't think I'd be able to forget the way you felt against me in that bed for the last two nights." She stated, her fingers slipping from the hold she had with Angelina.
The star remained still, her heart racing as her skin tingled with anticipation. She wanted Elle, more than she has ever wanted anything or one in her entire life. Just the touch of the youth's skin against her own makes her heart want to burst. The trail against her skin as soft fingers slide up her arm was so dismantling that she gasped.
"Elle..." She whispered, the blonde continuing her movement over her arm. "You look so beautiful Angelina. If this is my last time being this close to you I want you to know how much I adore you."
Skipping her fingers across the woman's waist, Elle opened her hand and slid it to the middle of the brunettes back pulling her in against her body. Her name was called again by the older woman with a desperate undertone that spoke of her deep desire unlike her words. "Just let me kiss you please." She whispered with desperation and a searing lust. The tenseness between both of them quickly changed from a shifting anticipation to suffocating sexual tension. With the only being she has ever wanted to touch mere millimeters away from her hold, Elle found herself taking most of her own energy to hold back.
Within seconds she felt soft lips press against her own, the sweetness too intoxicating to not want more. The sensation of Angelina's skin, lips against her own continued sending her on overload, all her desires and hopes melted into one another, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up from the pure pressure. Opening her mouth at a gentle pace the blonde pressed in deeper, allowing her tongue to lick the older woman's. Demanding access as her fingers slipped between thick tresses of mahogany, her body moving against the brunette while she leaned in. With fingers roam and lips draining her of any opposition, Angelina found her mouth easily opening as Elle slipped her tongue into her mouth, the young star kissing her as if it was...the last time.
A burning heat in her lungs forced both women to pull apart from one another, Elle looking down at the older woman with electrifying blue orbs. Angelina felt like she needed a moment to calm down but on the other hand she wanted to kiss the blonde even more.