you're Elle's makeup artist ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.
its my first ever time writing smth so
after her birthday Elle seeked distraction, and after seeing you every day doing her makeup, seeing you so sweet, sleepy, your hair mussed, no makeup on, she finds herself in:33
Elle's been testing waters: no ring on your hand, no one calls during your work. "you working so quick cause someone waiting for you, hm?" - you chuckle nervously at her tone and shake head.
Elle would definitely ask you to redo her makeup: fix eyeliner or eyeshadows, apply lipstick again after she bit her lip accidentally. You don't mind, and she smiles leaning further in her seat.
After doing her makeup at night for specific scenes, she asks if you wanna drink something, and you couldn't PHYSICALLY say no to her. therefore later your hand under Elle's skirt was being guided by her own, as she gasped against your cheek in bar's restroom ♡♡ should you feel bad cause you were less drunk than she was?
you even started smoking, with her ofc. Elle likes holding a cigarette close to your lips, letting you take a drag; she exhales smoke in your face - then she complains that you smell like shit, dramatically looking away from the mirror.
"You like me?" she mumbles when her eyes are closed when you apply eyeshadows. "Mhm", you hum softly, looking at her in the mirror for a second. "you're boring then", she gives you a tiniest smile, your hands shake as you smile back even tho she can't see- god, she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, let along worked with.
After filming ends she's scared to reach out: she asks her father to hire you as Elle's makeup artist for a film premiere and just waits, cause texting you is too much even when she's feeling desperate
