Schools been hell and that's all I have to say. I will try to make time to update but I have a essay and project almost every day, plus I'm going to start working soon...so yeah my writing is going to suffer a bit. I will try to update, however there are no promises. I hope you'll all stick with me and keep reading and commenting. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I can't wait to hear from you all 3
Allowing her soft golden hair to bounce as she stepped out of her car, a bag filled with her completed school work tossed on the backseats, Elle made her way onto the black pavement of the high-class restaurant- the golden stars stuck on the exterior, perfectly illuminated by installed lights. Letting the cool wind push her silk hair to behind her shoulders, the blonde lifted her wine colored cardigan slightly, moving it up more so that it passed over her exposed shoulders and arms. As the wind continued to blow, she pulled out her white scarf that was jumbled in her bag and wrapped the thin scarf around her neck to shield her skin from the persistent chilled air.
Her outfit was casual as it has been everyday on set and through out her days. The youth wore a pair of light-washed boyfriend jeans that sagged slightly off her thin but curved hips, on-top she wore a vertical stripped short sleeved top that rode up just a bit at the bottom whenever she would lift her arms-the exposure giving way to the top of her 'Calvin Klein' underwear that peeked from beneath. Other than that her frame was wrapped in a thick cardigan that was long enough to cover her bottom and extended far enough to cover her wrist as well, with that she wore a pair of white converse that adorned her feet while white ankle socks peeked with a bit of ruffle from beneath. Elle wore a black scrunchie that wrapped around her wrist just in-case she decided to put her hair up and a few bits of diamond and gold jewelry that covered her ears and highlighted her long slender fingers.
While she walked through the approaching autumns winds, the blonde could feel the chapped exterior of her lips as they moved against one another. Biting her chapped lips, the blonde made a mental note to buy more chap-stick. She was sure that she had stored some in her bag but couldn't muster up the time to look through the small pockets. Last thing she wanted to do was to bump into someone or a wall all in the sake of finding some chap-stick. But despite all her mental problem solving the cold was still brutal on her sensitive skin and the more cool air pressed against her skin, the more she wanted to make it into the restaurant.
She tugged on her Saint Laurent bag that slipped of her shoulder, the coffee tint a staple for fall, and made her way into the establishment.
Elle was sure she was very under-dressed for the location, jeans and a shirt didn't seem like the kind of outfit for an up-scale restaurant like the one her co-stars had invited her too. She thought that even more when her eyes caught onto other people walking in- their bodies covered in name brand designers and elegant attire that shimmered with every step they took. But the invitation she was given was last minute and she couldn't possibly make it home, turn all the way back to the restaurant, and still be on time.
Once her body made it into the toasty restaurant, Elle allowed her blue eyes to roam about the interior. She isn't one for up-scale dinning so she wasn't sure what to expect when she entered the large building. While she continued walking toward the front desk the blonde took notice of the rich tints that decorated the vast walls. The warmth emitting from large chandeliers that fell from the ceilings, the tables circular and surrounded by cushioned brown chairs. The floor was a dark brown wood that moved in diagonal lines, creating a sleek pattern. Pillars lined the sides of the building as large windows nearly touched the wooden ground. To say she was awe-struck would be an understatement and Elle was truly taken back by the elegance of the establishment, she only hoped that the food would be up-to-par as well.
Pushing some stray strands that hung in front of her face behind her diamond studded ear, the youth allowed the scent of delicious cuisine and warmth wrap around her. As her feet drew her near the front desk Elle found herself in front of a tall middle-aged man, his stature intimidating but big smile taking away from it. She found his rich brown eyes inviting, and the way his thin mustache curved up into half smiles made her want to smile as well. And despite whatever accent she was expecting, the man greeted like ever other Californian- his smile a little less tight than most people you would see on the streets.
He went through a series of questions that she predicated prior to entering the establishment, and she answered every one. After the short talk the older man directed Elle to the table of her cast members and a certain someone. The walk there was short but nevertheless Elle was still taken by the elegance of the restaurant and it's patrons.
The area was somewhere close to the back and the wooden table stretched long, seating a few people who talked among themselves. The young actress could see her producer, script writer and her co-star Sam laughing among one another. Her eyes seemed to linger on them because she knew who was sitting just across from them and truth be told, the youth wasn't sure she was prepared to gaze at the object of her intense affection.
Elle froze in the moment. She wanted to move and thank the older man for taking her to the table, but when her oceanic eyes caught onto the stunning woman, with her mahogany hair cascading down her shoulders and emerald eyes surrounded by a sultry brown tint that emphasized them even more, Elle's words seemed to hitch in her throat.
"And here they are. Please take a seat and I will contact a waiter to attend to you." He spoke, his deep tone knocking her out of her trance.
Smiling at the older man, still a bit rattled from the faze her costars beauty put her in the youth thanked the man internally before speaking again.
The blonde said a soft thank you and turned to her friends as the gentleman walked away. Giving a polite smile to everyone that surrounded the table, which were not much since she was apparently early, the youth allowed her ocean blue eyes to search around the table. As if set by faith stood an empty seat right next to a particular brunette, her thick mahogany hair spilling down her slender back and caressing the curve of her figure. For a second Elle found herself lost within the bliss that was watching the woman simply sit and speak, her lips wrapping around a silver spoon as she dipped it into a creamy pudding. The words that moved passed between Angelina's lips did not really register to Elle ears since her eyes seemed to block out all other sensors in her body.
"Well hello there," Sam said, his brilliant white teeth gleaming as he turned his attention from the superstar in front of him and to the new guest.
"Hi."
Elle hoped that her smile at least appeared decent; the joy never seemed to meet her eyes lately and she found her acting skills moving from her career and making it into her day to day life.
Realizing that Angelina was most likely going to keep on staring at whatever interesting thing she found in her dish and not turn around to greet her, the blonde decided to make her way into that chair that was right next to her; the cushioned area looking as if it was meant just for Elle to sit in.
The young actress made her way into a wooden chair, the seating cushioned by a fine, soft, wine colored fabric. Turning her attention from the fabric she would soon be sitting on, Elle allowed her eyes to roam over the woman that seemed to be taking away every fiber of the exquisitely made covering she had created to hide the feeling that had bloomed within her, the thick vines of endearing love moving beyond the bones of her sternum and piercing her heart.
She knew that she would be doomed from the start and now was the after effects. It seems the month and the half she spent avoiding her co-star did little to rid her heart and mind of those fuzzy feelings that made her all warm inside.
Taking in some air, the youth made a silent promise to not do anything stupid during the dinner.
As her bottom made contact with the warm material that softened her impact, she could hear the soft inhale from the beauty next to her. Maybe it was surprise or the star was put off by her nearness, whatever raced through the woman's mind did not really concern the Elle... well that's what she told herself.
She allowed her back to rest against the wooden structure that changed the seat from a stool to a chair. Allowing her eyes to roam over the words on the menu and search through the cursive letter of the paper, Elle made small talk with her co-stars, enjoying the smart and light hearted humor of Sam, his character close to that of his character Diaval.
Within the few minutes that she spent looking around the dishes on the menu, the blonde was able to make her mind up and decide what it was that she wanted to eat or rather taste since she didn't have much of an appetite for food.
Angelina had still not spoken to her, other than a few words here and there, the tension between them only seemed to deepen with her silence. As a tall waiter came to ask for her order, the blonde allowed her fingers to brush against Angelina's hands that rested against the table. The star expected the older woman to withdraw her fingers but she didn't, instead her body tensed and she took in another warm breath- as if she was preparing herself for something.
Putting on a wide smile, Elle placed her order and asked for a medium glass of water with ice and lemon. Once that was completed she turned her attention back to the table that grew in the number of people who slowly but surely began to arrive, some with big smiles and others with apologies.
Elle didn't speak much however, her body was fighting against her mind and she was trying her hardest not to stroke Angelina's legs or press her lips against the woman's supple pair. All the thoughts of kissing, caressing, and licking every inch of Angelina took too much space in her mind and with that words became too hard to form.
Instead the blonde allowed her eyes to trace over Angelina's form, her nose picking up the warm mixture of vanilla and cider, warming her with feelings and moments she tried so hard to suppress. She just watched, her ocean blues tracing the way Angelina's finger would pick up her fork, dip it into her meal and take only a little bit into her mouth. Her lips coated in a clear sheen of gloss, her pink tongue licking the utensil lazily and fingers gripping onto it for dear life.
The blonde could tell that the older woman was nervous or something close to that. She never truly relaxed in her seat, Angelina would always shift her or there, give a nervous laugh, and never really look at Elle.
"Oh were you that nervous?" Elle asked Angelina clearly, turning her attention to the older woman that quickly looked at her. The youth could tell Angelina wanted to shift her gaze but she wouldn't let her anymore. The brunette had that for a majority of the dinner and Elle was getting tired of it. As emerald's shifted to her plate, the youth moved her hands that rested on her lap over the older woman's knee, squeezing lightly.
She looked up, those greens dark and surprised as they pieced into her own. All the chatter around them slowly faded and Elle finally had the opportunity to look into Angelina's beautiful eyes, searching, hoping that maybe she wasn't the only one with these chaotic emotions. And as her hands squeezed onto Angelina even harder, her skin warming with desperation, she saw it.
A plead, a little glimmer in her lover...co-stars eyes that begged her stay, or was she begging Elle to let go?
Unintentionally sliding her hand up the older woman's thigh, the blonde lifted the bottom of Angelina's dress slightly and allowed her soft hands to caress the warm skin beneath. A gasp was heard and seen, Elle's eyes now locked on the full lips she had been dreaming of for nights on end.
"Well were you?"
And like that their moment was broken. Cracked and shattered into sharp pieces, the man's voice coming foreign to Elle's ear and her eyes still locked on Angelina's.
"Yes," the older woman spoke, a faux smile carving on her lips as she turned her attention to one of the staff members. "I thought that my horns would get stuck in everything."
Everyone else laughed but Elle couldn't find the energy too. She was excited, beyond excited and with every second she longed, desired with a thirstiness for the woman in front of her. She wanted to...
But what she wanted wasn't important anymore. Paris is miles and miles away, and the busy restaurant was no place for fantasies.
Removing her hand from Angelina's thigh, Elle quickly excused herself, finding the atmosphere and her emotions to bad of a mix. She hadn't planned on going back to the table, and as she moved in the direction of the front door her mind had already been made up to pay the entire bill and flee. After some small talk with the man she had met earlier, his worried expression showing his fear that she didn't enjoy the food. Elle assured him it wasn't the food and just her health, faking some kind of migraine when truly she was suffering from withdrawal. Elle told the man that she wanted to pay for the entire table and of-course her was glad to take her card and swipe it. The blonde didn't mind so much though, all she wanted was to leave the establishment and make her way home. Right now she needed a nice drink and some sleep, it was the only thing she could do to fill the widening hole that filled up every time she was around the beautiful brunette.
Taking back her card and bidding a polite but quick farewell to the man, the youth went out the front door and into the black night-the wind catching her hair once more. She wrapped the scarf around her neck and pulled her cardigan closer, allowing it to cover an abdomen as her arms wrapped around her small frame.
Looking for her car, the youth walked slowly, her sneakers hitting the tar ground in soft thuds.
Her thoughts had only began to slow until a familiar rich voice reeled her back in.
"You're leaving already?"
Her feet halted and the breath she was releasing hitched in her throat. "I should keep walking." The youth thought but her feet refused to move. She stood silent, hearing the sound of heels moving with an uncultivated beat.
"I..."
"So you can actually talk to me?" Elle spoke with more ice than she intended. The blonde hadn't realized how annoyed she was at the entire dinner until now.
"I'm...sorry?"
The questioning tone in itself pissed Elle off, and all the calm that had washed over her when she sat next to Angelina evaporated and down poured a month and the half worth of frustration.
"Don't be Angelina."
With that she continued walking, her steps faster. In an instant she was almost running to her car, pressing the button on her key that opened the doors and altered her the location.
"Elle wait" The voice followed behind her. Elle didn't obey the plea however, she continued to walk toward her vehicle. She had been avoiding Angelina for almost two months and she could survive a few more.
"Elle!" The voice was raised to a level the blonde had never heard and as she stumbled slightly she attempted to continue walking. But just a few inched from her car, the youth's wrist were pulled – turning her figure to face the beautiful brunette.
"What?" Elle yelled back, not caring how loud she was since the parking lot was barren except for her and Angelina.
The older woman didn't answer her, instead those unbelievably green eyes frantically traveled over her frame. From her neck to her shoulders, passing over her breast and stomach, roaming through her golden hair and then settling on her face.
She opened her lips to ask another question, to tell Angelina to let go of her arm and head back in, but before those words could form on her tongue her mind went blank.
Lips- soft, luscious, and warm, overcame her senses and washed over her body in a heavy waves. Those fingers that were wrapped around her wrist moved to her waist quickly, pushing her back as Angelina's slim frame pressed against her own. Her car, standing there just inches away was far from her mind. Even when her body was pushed against the metal of it's exterior and Angelina's lips caressed her own with hunger, licking and devouring her, Elle did not care about it.
Like a rush, electricity ran through her spine and a jolt of pleasure sprung her body alive. She too was hungry, desperate to feel, to hold, to taste the beauty now against her, and like dream she finally could.
The blonde pushed back into the kiss, tilting her head so that she had more access. She dipped her head, pressing her frame harder against the older woman, their bodies moving together in a frantic motion.
Slipping her tongue into the brunette's warm mouth, Elle teased Angelina by nibbling on her bottom lip and finally pulling back, breathing a content sigh.
"Okay, that was worth not answering my question." The blonde joked, her humor pulling a soft laugh from Angelina's mouth. "I can take you if I want, can't I?" The sexiness that oozed from the beauty's words made the blondes knees go weak, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stand much longer with Angelina pressed against her.
"Go on a drive with me?"
"What?" The older woman asked, taken off guard by the soft words that were whispered into her ear.
"Tonight, now. Would you... go on a drive with me. We could get some food, well cheap food, and talk," she studied Angelina's face with apprehension.
"Please?"
"Okay Elle." The brunette spoke softly, her face a bit stern but soft kiss against Elle's lips reassuring.