#elonore

MISS MA’AM?

Pretending; Ellie knows her better than she knows herself sometimes, though she would liken it to being out and into this new world longer than she’s been. The television on static white noise, the coffee maker still unclean; she misses the complexities of their old lives, the lack of automation. “You ever feel like an imposter here, Elle?” The question leaves her lips, flickering at the tip of her tongue as she regards the other woman. “Like we’re relics of fuckin’ time or something? Walk the same sidewalks as everyone else, but they don’t know. Not really. And we’re not mean to know it, either.”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, nose dragging along the empty canvas of her back, sprinkling kisses atop her skin as affection trails along the curve of her spine -- up ‘til lips tickle at the nape of her neck, a chuckle muttered against her skin.    ❛  happy new year.  ❜    a gentle whisper breathed into an ear, a smirk tugging at the corners of gazala’s lips as breath makes it’s way down her back in a chill -- relishing in the shudder that rattles the body beneath her weight...

a careful shift, bare and supple breast pressing flush against ellie’s back as lips smooth atop her cheek, fingers slipping between soft , ravenette curls -- urging her head to turn, to steal her lips with a hungry kiss -- open mouthed and eager tongued, delving into the warmth of her mouth for a delectable sample. she hums, craving the sound of her moan, to swallow her pleasure and fuel the passion already burning so bright.    ❛  let’s start it right, hm?  ❜    she teases, smiling against the plush of eléonore’s lips as golden fingertips glide along the shape of her body, slipping betwixt the soft of milky thighs, grinning as lover gasps for breath -- fingers slipping and teasing...