WOW A UPDATE! Yup, here's the latest chapter of BEYOND SET(says in movie trailer speaker voice) I'm just going to prepare you all now and say "may the dark clouds roll in." There's a whole lot more shit going down before our happy ending guys but you all know...it'll happen(eventually) Anyhow, all I want to say is NO! There isn't sex in this chapter lol. I was surprised by how many messages I've gotten for more sex scenes (I am flattered as well *wink wink*) :P I didn't know you guys were this freaky(plus I suck at smut so...) There will be sex scenes in the future but not soon (I think). As always please comment, I love and treasure your lovely in-put. Seriously comments are like food to me, they feed my determination(hahaha I'm the comment-monster feed me!)If you want to see what I do outside of stalking stories on here and not being responsible and updating, check out my tumblr(Unless you hate me, then you don't have to check it out *silently cries*)
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Okay with that long intro I say, "ENJOY MY GLORIOUS READERS."
The two women spent the rest of their time apart surprisingly. After breakfast, which Elle ate very little of, the two women separated to Angelina's displeasure. Elle knew she had to draw back from the illusion of this perfect fantasy that she had found herself living for nearly four days. Desperate for a distraction from the small striking pain she felt in the back of her heart, the blonde occupied herself with packing and then repacking and then cleaning. Anything that kept her from the beauty she so urgently wanted and needed to hold.
In the large bedroom the blonde found herself on the edge of the large king sized mattress, her legs against the warm wooden floor, hands folded, and head bent down staring at nothing on the floor. Should I just take this pain head on, where is this pain even coming from? She wondered as her mind raced head on, the slow euphoric moment she found herself lost in with Angelina quickly fading and leaving behind this dark reality.
God why have I gotten so attached to her in a matter of days? I thought...I thought this would never happen and yet she was in my arms just hours ago...calling, yelling my name, begging for me to hold her tighter. Her toes curled at the vivid memory the brighten up the dim reality with a glow of colors of mahogany andwarm vanilla. Images of the brunette bringing about an unintended smile to her face, those full lips as tantalizing in her memory as they are when she has the woman in front of her.
But now we must go back home... Those pale fingers found themselves grasping onto one another for dear life as the daunting resolution came about at full force. did I take it too far? I should have left it at that kiss? I should just walk away, I think I'll just walk away...not like I have an option anyways.
Biting her bottom lip as her mind moved over the ideas that she ignored when lost in those deep emeralds, Elle could feel her beating heart slightly tear. She thought that there was no way around it, no way to escape the reality where the media is involved and everyone needs to add their two cents. She has a husband, someone she dedicated her life too, someone who she has been together with for more than five years. I don't even stand a chance.
Angelina had nothing to occupy herself with, she made sure everything was taken care of so she could spend her last few minutes with Elle. Now she was in the living room, seated in an oversized couch and feeling lonely without the youth by her side. This loneliness is different however, it isn't the kind she feels when she is away from her kids and parents, no. It is a kind of emptiness that makes her ache badly, a kind of feeling that makes her feel like a piece of her soul has been torn out and left to bleed until dry.
Before she could go over what she was doing or why, the older woman felt her feet hit the warm wooden floor as she walked in the direction of the bed room. The smooth wood forcing her to move forward. Once the silver door knob came in her view she hesitated for a moment, her fingers outstretching but arms stiff.
"I'm so fucking stupid." She heard the low growl from the other side of the door, surprised that it was Elle's voice. The blonde always seemed to be smiling at her, laughing...and kissing her like she was the most stunning creature in the world.
In that instant to took the door knob into her hand and turned it, her eyes ready to see the girl she so desperately wanted to hold.
Elle didn't move when the door opened, to her the click was to distant and drowned out by the thoughts that stormed through her head. The brunette went closer to the mattress, viewing the youth that seemed grounded into the floor. She stretched her arm out, letting her hand rest on the blondes bare shoulder.
A familiar sensation sparked through her form and instantly Elle knew who it was. She moved back from the touch, her electric blues clicking with the deep forest of green that appeared to want to ask something.
"A-Angelina." She coughed the harshness from her dry throat, watching as the tall brunette pulled her arm reluctantly to her side. "I sorry..was I disturbing you?" You're disturbing me right now. Elle thought but allowed the frustration to slip through her pores and not pass her lips.
Looking away from the woman of her affection, Elle allowed her eyes to rest on the fireplace across from the bed, her body still aware of the brunettes presence.
I don't know what I expected, Angelina thought as she bit the inside of her mouth nervously. It's not like she would want me again...I mean maybe this was just a-a fling. The thought made her heart sore and she couldn't even imagine looking at the youths face after that idea crossed her mind.
"I'm sorry...I'll"
"Don't..." The blondes words were spoken in an unknown huskiness, the new sound sending heat throughout Angelina's body.
The brunette wasn't sure what she should do, an air of tension was obvious in the room and she found herself fidgeting just waiting for Elle to finish her sentence or say something. A long moment passed and the super-star moved her feet, not being able to stand the uneasiness in the room any longer. She didn't think Elle would notice since her eyes appeared to be lost in the different colored bricks that surrounded the fire place.
Turning her back to the youth and making her way to the room door, Angelina allowed her slender fingers to wrap around the silver knob, pulling the door open. In an instant the door slammed closed. Angelina hadn't even heard the blondes foot steps against the wood, but in that moment she could feel Elle's heat behind her, smell the fresh scent of fig and ripe peach that lingered to her milky skin.
In that instant she lost her breath and found herself unable to take in more air.
Her eyes longer to look at the familiar face that had been burned into her mind but yet she couldn't move her feet.
"Please Angelina..." The sound made way to her ear, the warm heat settling on her skin and filling the small space with the scent of rich chai. "Tell me one thing."
Pressing her figure back so that their bodies could touch, Angelina was able to release the air stuck in her throat. Just the contact of their bodies did wonders for her sanity. The youth's soft but firm form was like magic, molding into her own as if they were meant to be together.
She leaned her head against Elle's shoulder, closing her eyes as her nose filled with the blonde's fragrance. "Anything Elle."
Moving her hand from the door and allowing them to rest on Angelina's slim hips, Elle took in Angelina's aroma and breathed out a slight air of frustration.
"What are we?" Her voice was timid despite the her efforts to keep her emotions in check.
The older woman took a minute too truly understand what the youth's whispered words meant. So it wasn't a fling to her. Angelina thought, her mind relaxing but only for mere seconds. She foolishly hadn't thought about the world outside of Elle's arms too much. It slipped into her mind every now and then, but too often she found her thoughts drifting away like the wind, her soul becoming lost in deep pools of blue.
But now she has to focus on it, to actually realize that in an hour they would be on the plane to Hollywood. That in an hour they would be separated, by house, by friends, and by family.
As the silence continued, Angelina could feel Elle's hold on her waist tighten, her slim form slumped over just a bit.
"Elle...' Her voice was now a whisper as well. "I..."
Angelina turned her body around in Elle's hold, glad that the youth did not move her hands away from her waist. The youths touch was becoming a source of comfort that she found herself craving more and more. "I...we" the words kept slipping back down her throat, refusing to come out.
"Do you love me Elle." It seemed like a foolish question since they had only been around each other for a few days. Yes, they had filming but during those times it was not as if they could be together. They were either stuck in roles or around other people, the lack pf privacy preventing any opportunity to actually interact.
The blonde was taken back by the sudden question but didn't shy from it. Her hold on Angelina's waist tightened as she pulled the woman closer to her, their bodies within mere millimeters of each other.
"I love you more than you can ever imagine." The words were spoken with their eyes locked, the youths soft fingers gently stroking the exposed skin on the brunettes side. Taking in a cool air, the older star allowed her lips to press against pale blossoms, taking in Elle's sweet sincerity.
A reluctance that hadn't been there a few hours prior was evident in the blonde. She wanted so badly to push Angelina against the room door and make love to her over and over again but...Angelina was not hers. They didn't belong to each other. To take the brunette with the passion she knew boiled in the pit of her stomach, would only drown her deeper in the love she has for the woman.
Pulling away from the short kiss, sapphires looked over the beautiful face that was so close to her. Surveying the way Angelina clung onto the her shoulders, with those deep emerald eyes closed as they savored the taste of Elle's sweet lips.
I want her now...God I want her so bad. The older woman thought, her tongue running over her it comes to Elle her conservative demeanor seems to slip out the door. In this moment all she could think about was feeling the love Elle has for her pour into her soul, to share a deep, passionate kiss with the blonde, as they had done.
"Do you love me?" The youth had no idea how long they had remained in that position, the sun alarmed her but in the moment it only showered the woman of her affection in a heavenly glow. Angelina could feel her heart ripping at the pain hidden beneath Elle's words, her want that was illustrated through the tightened hold the girl has around her hips.
"Yes Elle. I do...I never thought I would find myself falling so easily for someone but I absolutely adore you."
She could feel her blood heating p again, Elle wanted to kiss Angelina with the passion she knew the woman deserved. To make love to her like the goddess she is...but.
"Then you would understand..." She gulped down the sob that threatened to move past her lips. "When I say I can't take THIS any-longer."
Her hands moved from the woman's absolutely alluring body and to the hands on her shoulders, pulling Angelina from her body softly. Deep eyes looked at her with confusion and worry, almost frantically they moved from her shoulder to her light sky eyes, asking and begging at the same time. When those long arms feel to her side, Elle gave her a meek smile and turned around. She only walked a few steps toward the bed before those same warm hands made their way around wrist, one above the other.
"Elle? What do you mean by y-you can't take this."
Taking down the last bit of patience she had left, Elle could feel a stray hot tear roll from her right eye and down her cheek. Fuck Elle! Why do you always get your hopes up. You knew this was going to happen and yet you still fucking kissed her! I didn't expect to actually be able to touch her and now...now I can't get the feel of her body off of my hands. It's like she's imprinted into my memory and I can't get her out of her...I don't want to forget her, I don't want to let her go.
"You Angelina!" She spun around, watching as the woman jerked, surprised by her loud voice. Her flash of anger easily dissolved under the leaves of dark green, her eyes scanning the beauties worried expression. Elle sighed, turning back around and grabbing their suitcases from the side of the bed. Angelina tried to talk but nothing seemed to move beyond her throat. She wasn't scared but she was apprehensive. What did I...God I knew this was a bad idea but when she touched me...kissed me, it all felt so right. How can I regret that? How can she? Trying to move her feet seemed impossible also. Little by little the brunette found herself slowly tearing down. What was I planning? To run away with her? To jump on a plane and live without my kids or family, without her family? Here I am acting like a teenager and playing with her heart.
Before she could utter a word Elle moved passed her and toward the room door. "We should get going Angelina."
Once again the youths voice came out with a foreign tone that didn't register to Angelina's ear. She was so used to the lovely words of romance and care that always seemed to move beyond Elle's lips, that the cold spikes of the youths tone seemed strange.
Elle didn't give her a chance to respond, she moved out of the room and into the living room. Her jacket hung by the door and her shoes were lined along the same wall. While the blonde slipped on her coat and jacket, Angelina collected her little things blindly. She wasn't sure exactly what it was she was doing, her mind was locked on her young lover in the other room while her hands seemed to go about doing the things she would normally do.
Avoiding the mirror as she usually did, the brunette made her way into the living room, her deep emeralds locked on the youth sitting down. Once again those eyes were locked on the floor but appeared lost in another world.
Releasing a cough, as apprehension of actually leaving the room and getting onto the plane to Hollywood rose up and blocked her throat. "It's time to get going Elle." Angelina stood rigid, her tailored coat revealing only bits of her wine colored scarf beneath.
Deep sapphires looked at her, the color merging into a lighter shade as her eyes settled on Angelina, rolling over the woman's tall, sculpted form that was covered in the thick clothing. She didn't speak a word, the blonde just stood from the couch, her eyes locked with the silent brunette. When Elle was approaching her, the brunette turned around to open the room door, one of her hands taking whatever suitcase was closest.
Elle did not intend to leave the room however. She had spent the time it took her co-star to get ready thinking. Through all the analyzing and bitter thoughts, the blonde found herself unable to let go of Angelina so easily. She found herself unable to let go of the incredible feeling that runs up her spine and through her body whenever she see's the beautiful woman.
Watching those long legs as they moved toward the door and pulled it open, the blonde couldn't help but wrap her arms around the woman. Angelina's gasp was loud and clear, her warm figure stiffening as she felt the youths body against her back.
"Close the door Angelina." She spoke low and seductively, her lips close to the brunettes ear. Angelina closed the door and turned around so that she could face Elle. She was nervous but wanted to make sure that she was not dreaming about the warmth and smell that surrounded her completely.
"Elle..." She spoke the name that seemed engraved onto her tongue, always leaving her mouth with ease. "What are you..." Those deep sapphires drew her in as pink lips devoured her completely. The older woman felt a lust ignite within her, an emotion she only feels when with the gentle blonde.
Instantly a deep moan vibrated through her throat, her nails biting into the blondes thick gray coat. In an instant the youth moved her lips from her lovers own and to her neck, pulling the wine scarf off and tossing it the floor. "mmmph...Elle." Angelina moaned, her fingers slipping through the actresses silky mane, tugging lightly. The brunette threw her head back, her mouth opened while her body begged for more attention from the youth.
This can not be fake. Elle, the way she's toughing me...God I would be a liar to say there is nothing here. Every kiss and lick is sending my body inflamed.
Kissing along the beauties sculpted jaw, Elle allowed her lips to kiss and gently nibble their way to the woman's ear. "I can't let you go Angelina..." She pushed the woman's alluring form against the oak door, a low thump showing her urgent need to be in her lover.
"Don't Elle. Don't ever let me go." Angelina panted, her lips meeting the blondes once more, pushing against the youths figure so that their kiss was deepened.
"Fuck Anglina, if you keep kissing me like that we won't make it to our flight." Elle moved her kisses lower, her lips meeting the brunettes collarbones and kissing the sensitive flesh. Angelina's hands moved to Elle's face, cupping the blondes enticing visage and drawing her close so that she could kiss her lips again.
The blonde found her mind growing blurry as her lust for Elle seemed to be bursting through her pores. The arousal the blonde caused left her body absolutely desperate for more.
"Elle..." She panted, her supple lips moist and deep pink. Their eyes locked as she spoke, the young actresses eyes revealing her admiration and love for the brunette. "Pick me up and fuck me."
The woman's rash words took Elle by surprise but she loved it. The demanding and feisty Angelina only deepened her love for the woman. A sly smile formed on her lips as she licked them, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to her lover.
"It's whatever you want Angelina." She bit down softly on the vanilla skinned neck, "I want to please you any way I can, my love."
Both women had no idea how they made it out of the hotel room and into the car but they did. In-fact Elle kept her hands off of Angelina long enough for them to reach the airport and make it to their flight. Although there was a lot of giggling and kissing going on while on their ride to the airport.
Seated comfortably in the same seats they had the day prior, Elle allowed her head to lay back against the cushioned seat. She was glad that Angelina allowed the woman to keep her high-class seats, not that she ever doubted her lovers honesty. They had their sunglasses on again, waiting patiently for the light to fade so that they could take them off.
Elle's mind was surprisingly quite. She could feel a nagging voice in the back of her head that reminded her of reality. The reality that told her Angelina Jolie is actually Angelina Jolie-Pitt. That she was the sister of the great actress Dakota fanning and not her own woman. The reality that told her their love was wrong. The reality that said...
A warm hand moved over her own, long fingers slipping between the spaces of her own that clung onto the seat's arm. She hadn't realized how her body was reacting until she felt the calming waves of her lovers warmth wash over her. "Are you okay?" The brunette whispered, her voice deep with it's huskiness that seems to always drown Elle into lies that promised nothing but happy endings.
Giving another weak smile of uncertainty, Elle turned her hand around so that she could hold Angelina's own closer. The blonde turned, leaning over Angelina's seat so that their lips could meet. The older woman was surprised but welcomed the youths inviting contact, not worried at all about the others on the plane. Her mouth willingly opened to the blonde who slipped her tongue into the brunettes sweet mouth, showing her love by taking the woman's breath away slowly and passionately.
Well that's one hell of a response, Angelina thought. Her teeth biting onto her bottom lip as Elle returned to her seat. She wanted to kiss the youth once more, to whisper away the silence that seared at the bottom of that kiss. The reluctance she felt when Elle wrapped her arms around her frame, the pain she saw in those sapphire eyes as the blonde yelled at her for the first time.
Angelina knew very well the world that would great them in a few hours. She also knew of Elle's potential and swore to not let her foolish feelings ruin that for the youth. The brunette was sure what she feels for the blonde is a feeling she's never had for anyone. Not for any of her past relationships, not even for the man she calls her 'husband'.
What she feel's for Elle is the dangerous toxin known as LOVE. And she can't...she won't let this emotion destroy the beauty right next to her.
Raising the back of Elle's hand to her lips, their fingers still entwined, Angelina let her lips kiss the warm skin. The youth didn't turn to her but she could hear the low whimper that passed those soft lips, not to mention the way Elle's hold tightened around her hand.
I'm so sorry Elle.
The blonde didn't find any sleep on her entire plane ride. A case of insomnia had wrapped it's claws around her mind, forcing her to think over and over again. Her heart unsettled and mind left a ringing mess.
Angelina had lost her battle to sleep, her soft breathing doing little to calm the youths mind. Just the woman's presence had turned from comfort to an agonizing realization. Elle now knew clearly, the apple of her eye has become, or as always been, the forbidden fruit. So fucking enticing and lovable, but yet so far away.
Wrapping the scarf that slipped from the older woman's neck back around her, Elle prepared herself to hear the pilots announcement. The warm sun that peeked through windows told her that they had arrived in Hollywood and that the daunting reality she tried to avoid was waiting patiently for her.
Allowing their hands to unwrap, the older woman didn't seem to want to release the youths hand even during her sleep, Elle began to get ready to leave. The blonde coughed away the dryness of her throat while her eyes settled on the stunning figure next to her. Admiring the strands of mahogany that flew out of place and covered her face and thick black lashes adorning her hypnotizing eyes.
"Angelina." She spoke, her voice ruff and dry. After calling her name a few more times the brunette opened her entrancing eyes.
Slowly green orbs traveled about the plane, watching as people began to stand from their seats. Then they settled on the beauty in front of her.
"Elle..."
Just the sound of her name on Angelina's lips told the youth everything she needed to know, or was willing to hear.
Coughing once again, Elle rose from her seat, quickly escaping the long arms that threatened to draw her deeper. She pulled their suitcases down and carried them to the back of the line that had formed. Angelina rose from her seat, placing her sunglasses on and moving next to her blonde co-star in the back.
She could hear her heart pounding and prayed that no one else could hear it. She thought that once they were in Hollywood she would do the right thing and easily walk from her feelings for Elle, feelings that wrapped her in warmth. But now the responsible thing slowly formed a gaping hole of doubt in her stomach.
"Honey." Her voice was a low whisper as she spoke to Elle. She was finally next to blonde and for the slow paced line she was very thankful.
The youth didn't turn to face her however, instead her oceanic eyes seemed stuck on the mans back in-front of her.
"Elle." Still she got no response.
The older star wasn't sure what to do. She was nervous as well, and not being one to make the first move she found herself tumbling over possible things to say. Wrapping her hand around Elle's upper-arm, she turned her co-star around and kissed her lips harshly. The contact was passionate, a mixture of heated lust and frustration, and when she pushed against the youth she felt the blonde kiss her back. Her long fingers finding themselves lost in golden locks, their tongues moving against once another, lips pressing opened and closed. Angelina enjoyed the girl's skin against her own, but she did realize the slight laziness in her lovers posture.
Opening her eyes that had closed during their kiss, she observed her love closely. The girl looked absolutely exhausted, even the suitcases she was carrying seemed to be draining her energy. "Elle...are you okay?" The blonde could hear the worry in Angelina's voice but she didn't want to respond. She wanted to get out this damn plane and run home to cry. She's been holding on and over thinking, and all the frustration and overload was making her feel very weak.
Shaking away the unpleasant ringing in her head, the youth turned back ahead, hurrying to catch up with the disappearing crowd. Angelina took a suitcase, to Elle's silent displeasure, and made her way out of the plane as well.
When they walked into the station, the heat seemed to gather them up. It was too hot but way warmer than Europe. Elle could feel her eyes ache with the bright sunlight that bathed the entire station in orange. She also couldn't see too well, the room seemed to be swaying from left to right but she attempted to shake it away once more.
The brunette continued walking quickly, her eyes reluctantly leaving the blonde to check for her car.
Once they were close to the exit she turned around to find the blonde that staggered behind. Instantly she was worried, the youth's skin looked ash white, unlike her beautiful milky color that decorates her form so well.
"Elle, are you alright?"
The blonde heard Angelina's voice but found her eyes looking at the paparazzi that was gathered around the airport entrance, their camera's set and ready. Her anxiety increased but she looked back at her co-star.
"I'm fine Angelina." She whispered, keeping her distance between the woman. The last thing I want is rumors to ruin Angelina's career. She wasn't feeling her best but she could make it home. As soon as I reach my bed everything will be okay, the blonde repeated to herself.
"Is you're car here? Would you like for me too wa..."
"I'm fine." Elle spoke again, her voice clipped but still meek in comparison to her usual vivid tone.
Angelina's heart ached at the girl's tone, she knew Elle was trying so hard to say goodbye but it still hurt hearing the stone cold words. Pushing back the worry she had for the youths health, Angelina walked closer to Elle... to at least hug her goodbye.
When she took one step forward the blonde took one step back, the movement causing her to heart to break even more. Come on Angelina. You should understand that this is for the best. She's probably dealing with much worse than you.
"I hope you..."
The voice faded as the youth found her vision growing dimmer and her body becoming unbelievably heavy. The last thing she remembered was the brunette running up to her, dropping her all her bags with the most fearful look she's ever seen on the woman.
It was supposed to be simple. The blonde thought, her heart racing and mind slowing down.
We were just supposed to part...but why is it that I just can't.