I must apologize for the long wait, I had major writers block. I must say thank you to all the lovely anons that send me comments about this story on tumblr, I really appreciate it. Also a big thanks to those who have subscribed to this story, commented, and just stuck with me, it means a ton. Anyhow here is the latest chapter of our lovely Angelle couple!
The entire moment came to Angelina in a blur. Before she knew it her legs were running towards her lover. All consideration for those who were seeing the action going on and even the paparazzi, who were lined up by the airport entrance, flew out of view. All that concerned her was the condition of the woman she cares so much about.
The way Elle's blue eyes closed, the sight of her milky skin draining to a shy gray color. The sound of her bags and figure hitting against the marble floor of the airport. All of it was painstakingly hazy for the brunette. For a moment she thought all of this wasn't happening but reality, like everything else, came down on her like an avalanche.
Her long arms slipped beneath her lovers neck as she made her way to the ground. Her knees felt the hard marble floor, but the pain that ran through her heart at the sight of her lover falling could not compare to the slight ache from the action. Holding the youth close as she whispered in the blondes ear to wake up, Angelina held her breath. Adrenaline was running through her body as she looked down at the beauty, her hands shaking uncontrollably while the clothes she wore started to feel restricting.
The airport security witnessed the actress falling and moved over the two women on the floor. A majority of staff had already called the airport-paramedics but Angelina was too focused on Elle to notice the workers asking her questions and rushing around.
"Ma-am... Ma-am you're going to have to let us check on her." One of the paramedics spoke, her hand resting on the older woman's shoulder reassuringly.
Angelina looked up, her sunglasses still shielding her emerald eyes from those around her. The actress wasn't sure what the woman was saying and her hands clung onto her lover for dear life, not shaking the body but just staying close. The woman moved closer to them, lowering to her knees so that she could examine Elle while looking at the brunette.
"Who is this woman to you?" The worker asked, pulling out a flashlight and examining the blondes eyes. She had attempted to move the youth from Angelina's arms but the woman wouldn't let go. She was afraid that if she did then everything in her would crumble. Holding the blondes body close was the only way she could be sure that this wasn't just a nightmare...to make sure that the time they spent together was not a simple figment of her memory.
"She's..." her voice cracked, the normally rich tone scratchy and unsure. "She's a close friend...why?"
The paramedic looked up at her, those brown eyes trying to make sure the brunette was okay as well. Clearing her throat after receiving nothing through those dark shades, she turned her attention back to the body lying in Angelina's arms.
It took a few minutes, or what seemed like hours to Angelina, to finally get a response. "She'll be fine." Another worker who had checked the youth again stated, his dark hair emphasizing the gray of his eyes.
"Excuse me?" Angelina asked, the response not reaching her ears at all.
He smiled. It's not the first time that he has seen family members and friends react like this. Often the worry would consume people and block all their senses, doctors would have to repeat themselves once, twice, or even three times before the comment is reciprocated. He understood clearly and didn't mind repeating himself.
"Your loved one should be fine ma-am." The worker knew well enough than to assume the relationship between both women. Through his extensive career he has gained the ability to watch his tongue instinctively and respect each individual to a tee.
Angelina looked up at him and then the other workers around, an unsure but thankful smile coming to he face.
"T-Thank you so much."
"No problem miss.." He aimed for a name and waited for the star to respond. A-lot of the workers did not know who she was since her eyes were covered and her clothing gave away very little.
"Jolie." She took off her glasses, placing in her coat pocket as she took the mans hand into a shake. The brunette didn't pay attention to the gasp or people stopping buy to admire the star, instead she shook each employer who had helped hands.
"It will be fine for you two to leave." He said wiping off his star-struck smile so that he could pay attention to the two women. "It seems she's absolutely exhausted and dehydrated. Some sleep and a little bit of food would fix her right up."
The actress listened closely and took every advice in. Once she thanked the workers once more she talked with the airport staff, Elle still in her hold as she communicated with them. They had insisted that she make her way out through the front door, stating that the ambulance should be there soon if she wanted to have the blonde go to the hospital.
Angelina objected their suggestions politely. The last thing she needed was to be on the cover of some tabloid and get in even more drama than was necessary. Elle was not a new actress but she was still young. The media has never been on her like they have with Angelina, her family, and various other celebrities.
Through clear communication she got the staff to allow her to move through the back of the airport, away from the paparazzi in the front, and out of the airport. Elle was still not responding but Angelina was less panicked after the reports told by the paramedics, her nerves were still on end but what she desired more than anything was getting the blonde somewhere comfortable.
Having her driver move to the back of the airport so that she could easily escape the paparazzi, Angelina made her way out, a few staff members helping her with she and Elle's bags.
The driver pulled up in a sleek Mercedes Benz, the black car shinning from the evening sun that peeked through the clouds. She wasn't sure how the man was able to navigate the crowd so easily but the brunette was too focused on Elle to wonder about it. Angelina smiled at the old man, his service meaning so much to her over the years. He is basically another member of the family, and to put his life on the back burner for her, despite the pay, means so much to the actress.
He made his way out of the car, taking a few bags and placing them in the trunk while she made her way into the back seat. Angelina made sure the youth's body rested against the soft leather seats, despite the slight difficulty Angelina was able to adjust herself enough so that her lover could be well seated...even if it was on her side. Sitting next to the blonde, she allowed the head of sleek locks to rest on her thigh cozily. Truly Angelina held the youth close more for her sanity than anything else.
Looking down at the blonde Angelina allowed her fingers to run through the golden locks, her fingers pressing against supple skin that burned warm but appeared gray.
" ..." His structured tone came through the car radio as he prepared to head off. "Where is your destination?"
She pried her eyes from the sleeping beauty(pun intended) to look ahead at the tinted window that separated her from the old man. "My apartment please."
Moving her deep emerald eyes back to her lover, Angelina lowered her head so that her lips could reach the youths cheek. Softly she kissed Elle's skin, the contact filled with care.
"Wake up soon Elle." She whispered, her lips millimeters from the blondes ear. "For me, please wake up soon."
She kissed the beauty once more before letting her head rest in the nook of Elle's neck. Angelina didn't expect herself to get attached so easily but here she was, hanging onto the youthful actress for dear life. Trying to preserve the feeling she's never had before.
It's really selfish of me...but I just love her so damn much. The rational part of her had obviously made it's way out, Angelina thought as she took in Elle's scent. The blonde was young and vibrant, she didn't need anyone holding her back...definitely not an aging starlet.
I really don't deserve her.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion for the young actress. As her vision faded to black her body seemed to weigh down like bricks, and push against a soft surface beneath her. She wasn't sure how long she had been out but her body was still unwilling to move easily. In a slow movement scents began to invade her nose, filling her thoughts with rich vanilla and something delectable. Despite her state, the aromas ignited a familiar hunger for her lover, a spike that neglected her body's plea to wake.
Her fingers moved first, the long digits clutching onto something soft yet firm. As the surface tightened in return Elle allowed her azure eyes to open slowly. In a long moment her vision came to her, sharpening from the hazy overcloud that had shielded her eyes for hours.
Lifting her body, the blonde groaned as she felt her sore neck muscles scream in pain, begging her to lay back down.
"Elle..." A husky voice called with desperation and a hint of caution. The aglow light of the moon seemed like nothing in comparison with those bright forest that locked onto vibrant oceans, wild unlike the stiff condition of the blondes body.
As if their every movement was in sync, Elle attempted to swerve her gaze but Angelina cupped her face gently. Moving the youths face, she turned it so that their eyes could connect once again. Elle seemed awake, well more than she had been for the last few hours.
"How do you feel?" The brunette asked, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth as she attempted to hold the girl longer.
Placing her cold fingers around the hands that cupped her face, Elle lazily moved them from her skin. "I'm good." She lied.
Moving far to quickly, the blonde tossed the comforter from her figure in an attempt to escape the woman in front of her. Placing her feet against the wooden floor Elle lifted her body from the soft mattress, and like a truck slamming against her head her vision spun at full speed. Not being able to stay up right due to her blurry vision, the youths figure fell back. Angelina watched everything, and like at the airport, she moved close to her lover and wrapped her arms around Elle's curvy body.
"You're still tired Elle." The brunette wasn't sure why her voice was in a whisper but she continued to speak soothingly. "Please lay back down."
The familiar tone came to her ear clearly and infused with a warmth she dreaded. This was the reason why she wanted to get away from the famous actress, she knew the longer she stayed with Angelina the more she would desire the woman. She had gained this wall that was meant to allow her the escape from her love but here she was, locked in warm arms that she didn't want to leave.
"I-I have to head home..." Lips met her cheek and the rest of her sentence was sent from a moderate speaking voice to a hushed expression. "Angelina." She allowed her fingers to hold onto the silk fabric of the older woman's night gown, the tint of navy doing wonders for her soft skin and emerald eyes.
The brunette could feel those soft hand travel up her spine slowly while her lips clung onto Elle's warm flesh, leaving feather kisses as an undercurrent of sexual tension and un-said words filled there close position.
"You know better Angelina...we know better." Elle whispered, moving her head so that she could kiss the nook of her lovers neck. "I don't know a damn thing Elle."
The youth couldn't help but smile at the sincerity in the gorgeous woman's voice. She allowed her fingers to rest in the dark locks of mahogany, her nails moving against Angelina's scalp while her body rested in the warm hold.
"I'm hungry." She broke the long moment of silence between them. It hadn't been uncomfortable, in-fact it had been too comforting and Elle found herself drowning in the warmth of Angelina's hold, her scent, the way her plump lips left trails of heat against her skin, it all was too much for her. Elle was sure the longer she stayed with the woman, the more she would be unable to let go later on.
"You should be, you haven't eaten much."
She moved her hands around the youths face as she pulled her lips away, her arms moving from around the small waist to rest against her blossom cheeks. "I made some food, just lay down and I'll be back." Elle nodded 'yes' and sat down on the side of the bed. "I'll be right here." She found the words leaving her lips. It was more of way to assure her than anything else.
By the time Angelina returned with some warm soup the youth was already fast asleep. The older woman smiled at the sight. Elle no longer looked passed out but rather lost in a blissful sleep, her lips slightly curved, her eyes closed and blonde hair covering a portion of her face. "You're beautiful." Angelina spoke without paying much attention, it seems that when it comes to Elle her calculating mind takes the back burner and her heart leads the way.
Placing the bowl onto the side table she moved her attention to her love. "Sweetheart..." She whispered moving close to the youth. "Wake up."
"I am awake." Elle spoke, her eyes still closed and her lips inches from Angelina's. "I had a dream about you when I was asleep." The brunette took in the sleepy response. "I think you might have broken my heart."
Angelina's heart plummeted at that comment, she wanted to apologize but kiss Elle all the more. Deep down she wanted to take everything back, the night she allowed Elle's arms to wrap around her and make her feel safe. Their days in that beautiful city, but at the same time she wanted to remember them. To keep those memories like the treasures they are to her. If she couldn't have Elle, the least she could ask for was to keep those memories as her own, to cling to them like she does now.
She could see the girl going back to slumber so she gently shook her shoulder. The older woman knew that Elle had to eat something. It is already mid-night and the youth has had minimal to eat through the entire trip, not to mention the stress of their 'complicated' relationship. Angelina continued to gently rouse the blonde until she opened her vivid eyes.
"Huh?" Elle asked as her eyes met Angelina's. "You should eat Elle." The blonde instantly noticed the tenseness in the woman's voice but she didn't want to push it. Looking the brunette over carefully, Elle lifted herself enough to be able to eat the soup.
Angelina left as she ate to 'fix some things' or that's what she claimed. The older woman actually made her way to the bathroom in order to straighten up and get her emotions in order. Elle's words still rung clear in her ear as she made her way back to the room an hour or so later.
The blonde was fast asleep, which was predicted since it was so late in the night. Taking the dish and empty cup of water, Angelina proceeded to make her way out of the room and hopefully to the living room.
"Angelina?" The voice was so low that the brunette wasn't sure if she actually heard correctly. She stopped for a minute but continued on walking. "Angelina please stop." This response she heard clearly.
"Elle I have to take these things to the kitchen,"
The blonde heard her response but also heard the same tenseness in her tone. There was more to what the woman was saying and she needed to know what it was, despite her mind telling her to ignore it and just rest. Elle did not want to sleep, she just decided to rest on the bed since she didn't have much to do. It was already midnight and she knew a cab would not be able to pick her up and help her go home...plus she's sure that Angelina wouldn't let her leave either.
She didn't respond, instead she allowed the woman to make her way out without another word. Elle could hear the water coming from the facet and a few sounds of moving dishes before the room door opened again.
Walking tentatively, Angelina moved against the deep wooden floor, not sure if she should have stayed downstairs and not come back up at all. Elle could hear her footsteps and quietly waited. The older woman sat in the side chair, the room dark and only illuminated by the light reflected by the moon. Turning around in the bed, the blonde made sure she was facing Angelina and able to view her beautiful face.
"Sleep next to me.." The gasp was audible as air pulled into Angelina's lungs. Her fingers dug into the arms of the leather cushion as her mind battled with her rationality and desire.
She knew her voice would crack but the brunette spoke anyhow. "I d-don't think that would be a good id..."
"Please." The plea was soft but yet so heart wrenching. Angelina knew she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She quietly slid into the large queen sized bed. Resting at the far end of the bed, the older woman preyed that it would be enough for her broken-hearted lover. But of-course it wasn't. The bed shifted as Elle made her way over to Angelina's figure.
Her long arms wrapped around the woman's slim waist, her fingers resting against the warm vanilla skin revealed through Angelina's navy top. "What's wrong?" Her voice came with the sweetest melody, the heat rushing against the brunettes skin like a warm summers wind.
Angelina held onto the bed sheets, hoping that Elle would drop the topic and hopefully fall asleep. This didn't happen because within seconds she felt soft lips against her flesh, warm kisses making their way to her neck.
"Nothing..." She held in the low moan that threatened to move from between her lips. "Is wrong Elle."
"You're lying,"
Fingers folded into the soft warm sheets as she fought back the urge to...
"Just tell me whats wrong."
Kiss those lips.
"I know that we've been through a-lot in these few days but I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."
To hold Elle close and claim her as her own.
"Nothing is wrong."
The blonde did not plan to pester the beauty all not so she held her tongue and allowed her beating heart to calm. Sleep wouldn't come to her soon but she was fine with that. Having Angelina in her arms, even if it was the last time, is enough.
About half an hour later Elle heard a low groan. "Angelina, are you okay." She whispered into her lovers sweet scented hair. "Could you please let go of me." Angelina begged softly.
"No."
"Elle...please don't."
"No."
"But don't you hate me?"
The question came in like cement, Elle wasn't sure where Angelina got the assumption but hate was far from what she felt for her. "Hate? Angelina I love you and I told you that."
"I broke your heart Elle."
She wanted to deny it but she couldn't. Her heart does break and is still breaking knowing that she wouldn't be able to love Angelina wholly. But that does not mean she hate's the woman. The love she has for this beautiful brunette is the kind that last forever, despite circumstances. Pulling Angelina in closer to her body, Elle kissed her neck again before speaking.
"I love you...and I'm afraid I always will."
It must have been early in the morning because the sun peeked through the rooms curtains, rich tones of purple and blue decorating the sky like an oil painting.
Angelina opened her eyes, she couldn't find sleep but Elle's form against her own was soothing enough. The older woman didn't know when or how their positions changed through the few hours she fell asleep, but she was sure Elle's closeness was doing too much to her. Long arms were wrapped around her waist, ink lips against her neck, blond hair covering a portion of her face, while the scent of peach and something sweet lingered on her skin.
She attempted to pull her body from the hold but Elle only held her closer.
"Please let go." She whispered, her fingers running through the golden strands as she attempted to wake her up. The youth rested her face in the warm soft hand, kissing it as she woke from her sleep a bit drowsy.
"I don't hate you." She stated in a ruff but sweet face, letting her pink lips rest against Angelina's own. The kiss was soft and reciprocated by both women. The brunette allowed her hands to slide down Elle's neck, pulling her closer so that she could deepen their soft kiss.
"You should go Elle." She whispered after she pulled away, her eyes not meeting those vivid sapphires.
"Is that what you want?" The blonde asked, her fingers moving over her lovers lips and then over her cheek, sliding through the thick mahogany locks. "It's for the best."
"That's not what I asked."
Angelina bit the bottom of her lips, not wanting to say the words she knew Elle needed to hear.
"Is this what you want? Do you want me to leave you?"
"Yes."