Starcrossed with Heart Eyes

Ellie had to be doing this on purpose, there was just no way that she could be this adorable, this gentle soul still. It made the models heart beat exclaim as she took their expressions, these moments they shared and burned them into her memory. As those lips of theirs brushed against her fingertip to take the last morsel of her macaroons, the Germans lips place a gift of an indirect kiss for the Brit to partake. Her whisper seems to lull Rachel closer, not just intent with them enjoying her food but always the desires that had built up over the course of the evening, her core burning up from the heated exchanges and the thoughts that would come after. Her body was moving on its own, her mind swirling with her impure thoughts, unable to hold herself back. Her last modeling tour took her away from all this, from moments like these. It made her all the more thankful to be back and to have Ellie here with her.

With the second macaroon finished, Rachel would nod in approval to seeing them finish another sliver of dessert. With her perch being slightly elevated compared to her guest, her hands reach up to cup the Brit’s soft cheeks while her body contours to Ellie’s. It goes to say without warning, the model would steal their lips, pouring on her affection. It seemed like her snow haired friend was really coming along with her own reciprocation of affection. She met them with every reconnection of their kiss while their hands did a bit of exploring in their own. Their moans ring in her throat as one hand finds its way wrapped around her back, with the other settled over her thigh. The act itself could’ve been seen as something small and not worth mentioning but it made all the difference to Rachel. The gesture made her feel wanted, that Ellie wanted her to continue, a request she couldn’t surely ignore~.

The touch seemed to push her forward, taking the matter of “tending” to her guest seriously. She couldn’t bring herself to stop just yet with that subtle feeling of passion in the air. Her breaths hitch in her throat as she ignores the constant need for air in place of another kiss from Ellie. Rachel couldn’t ever find her answer when she became this way, no matter how many times she asked herself why, she could never point to the explanation. In reality, she didn’t care. She liked this side of herself and the company it brought with it. All she wanted now was to give the Brit something to remember her by, if she never saw her again…

The room fills with soft pants as they break apart, she meets the Brit’s half-lidded gaze with her own lightly taxes gaze. Her pearls locked as with her question of more “dessert” up for grabs. Satisfied with Ellie’s answer, Rachel adds a quick peck before she stands to attention, her palms running along the Brit’s cheeks as she smiles. I’m glad you’re so eager, Ellie. I can’t wait for you to taste it~.” She replies softly, leaning forward so her rump would meet the table to push it back a few inches so that her guest would have room to get to her feet. The move was silent, the German having placed tabs underneath her furniture to make it easier to move. A purchase she was very thankful for otherwise, the moment would be been ruined by wood screeching against tile. A sound she’d rather not ever hear again, her mind twitching from the moving crew doing just that when she moved in.

Extending out her hand, she offers more of her touch, to guide them hand in hand to her room. If she felt them take it, her fingertips would take in their digits, meeting their palm before she squeezed it lightly. Taking in the subtleness of softness, she’d slowly begin to guide them to her room, only a short walk towards an intense night of passion and exploration. As they stepped out of the kitchen wing of her apartment, she turns to them, meeting their gaze as the model walks backwards to the door. She knew the layout of the home so well, sidestepping out of the way to pass a end table with a dimly lit lamp, they’re getting closer. ””Almost there~…” She softly affirms.

It took only a few more steps before her back meets her bedroom door, it was a soft bump and the model wasn’t hurt by it one bit. Her free hand meets the knob and turns it to reveal her room. A rather large bed was set against the wall as a elongated dresser sat in front of it on the opposite wall. A rather large television hung above it and the front facing wall was nothing but glass allowing the moonlight to enter, offering its own light to guide them to her moonlit kissed bed. She’d let Ellie take it all in before heading to the bed; crossing her legs as she smiles, beckoning them over with her index finger. ”Your second desert is ready, fräulein.”

A small sigh escaped Ellie as she felt Rachel’s weight slip from her lap. Among all the sweetness of the macaroon she could swear she could taste a lingering part of the model on her tongue and it made her both antsy and excited when she received only a small playful peck. She understood what she had been asking for, but part of it was still a bit frightening. When things had happened in the heat of wrestling, that was one thing. This date, this late-night encounter as it were was another thing. There was no accidental intimacy here, no strategy for victory, just two women… and she was going to this woman’s bedroom. It felt like she was on the verge of something big, something that all her youth told her she should stop to consider what she ass doing before she did it. But when Rachel took her hand, such voices were pushed away.

This beautiful woman captivated her. She was smart, kind, could cook, and lavished Ellie with so much careful attention that it made the Brit feel like the most important woman in the world. She tended to worry, to overthink, to second guess her every move, but Rachel had this intoxicating air about her that just ripped down all of the Brit’s defenses and just wanted to please the model. Any other time she would have loved exploring the various furnishings of the sleek apartment, but her eyes had left the back of Rachel as she was led. When the model turned to face her, she blushed, her heart skipping a beat. She smiled, unaware she had even done it.

As the bedroom door opened, she took in the room. It was dark, illuminated naturally by light through the window. This was the den of the beast, the place she had been lured to where everything would happen. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she felt herself pause in the doorway, the final step to turn back and run from what they were about to do…

She stepped across the threshold, hand blindly reaching back for the doorknob. The door creaked softly before closing, the soft audible click of the inner workings snapping together, sealing both women in. They were already alone in the apartment, and while closing the door had been wholly unnecessary it felt appropriate. This was small and intimate, just the two of them together in a shrinking world with little more than desire.

Now that she was here though, what to do? Was she expected to simply stripe down and dive into the bed? It hardly seemed appropriate. She hugs her arms around her, biting her lip at the sudden sheepishness taking hold again. She slowly made her way over, standing before Rachel. Looking down at her, moonlight twinkling in her eyes. She wanted to climb on this toman, push her down to the bed, and just… ravish her in affection, but she hesitated. She had felt the thrill of letting go worried she might be too bold for how carefully crafted Rachel had made their evening.

So after a long and slightly awkward pause, she turned and slipped onto the bed, sitting beside Rachel shoulder to shoulder with her hands in her lap, wringing her fingers. “Your apartment is very lovely.” She remarked quietly, eyes shifting to peer sidelong at Rachel.

An audible click sealed the pair inside her den, a comfy place of intimacy and leisure.. for now. The next few moments would change the tone of her room, much to her anticipation. Sitting at the foot of her bed, Rachel basks in the rays of moonlight, as her cool cyan gaze locks onto the sheepish Brit. She seemed lost in thought for what seemed like ages, as if she were battling with herself to run or to stay. Should she take the lead now? Should she let it play out? The German contemplates in her own mind but still, the model beckons over her delectable guest. Her aim was to make them comfortable, oh so comfortable before the switch was flipped and she indulged them with all her affection.

Her attention was snatched back by Ellie standing before her, staring down with such intent. There it is was, the spark of confidence she was waiting to see again. Fully expecting the Brit to take the initiative this time around, it seemed to not be? A long pause kept them apart, Rachel not daring to make a move unsure if this was a test of some kind or perhaps a game. She hated to admit it but she felt a tinge of dissapointment as they instead turned to sit next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Perhaps she was pushing for more than Ellie thought herself capable to give, or maybe that same hesitation from earlier had gripped her again. Rachel couldn’t grasp what exactly it was that chained them down but she wouldn’t pry, the night was meant to be special.

Noticing them wring their appendages about, perhaps a sign of nervousness; she offers a smile as they compliment her abode. Their gaze shifts to peer from a side glance, fixated on her as she slightly leans forward along the bed, making it creak. ”It’s definitely one of my favorite spots. Nothing beats Japan.” She replies. Her hand reaches out to take theirs as they continued to wring their fingers. Rachel thought to help ease them with her touch, taking their left with her right, she slowly brings it closer towards herself. ”But that’s not all, is it?” She asks, tugging the girl to lean against her as she straightens herself. ”Whats going on in that cute head of yours? Nervous?” She asks, attempting to be playful to show she wasn’t prodding out of annoyance but out of genuine curiosity. Her previous thought resurfaced, questioning if she should give Ellie the boost she felt she needed to conquer herself, if even for one night.

Her touch was kind and offered nothing but warmth as she embraced the Brit, softly pecking the back of their hand, offering her affections as they thought on her questions. Ellie’s hair began to slightly wrap around her free hand’s index finger as she played absentmindedly with it, her gaze still locked on the Brit, she speaks up once again. ”Here, I’ll take the lead.. just for a bit.” She offers, giving the Brit a chance to make the choice for themselves before she made her move.

She had to wonder if she was pushing too hard; dragging Ellie out of her comfort zone. Rachel couldn’t help but question herself if maybe she was coming off aggressively with her advances, her touches. When she thought those thoughts her pecks hesitate but she’s too invested to stop giving them her attention, a slave to her own whims, she’d squeeze the woman in her embrace as if almost afraid to let go. Her leg swinging over Ellie’s thighs as she sits in ther lap, Rachel’s index and thumb guiding them to look up as she hooks their chin. It was torture holding herself back from kissing those kissable lips! ”When you’re ready to take charge, you can give me a sign, does that sound fair?” Rachel asks, her heart thumping in her chest as if on the edge of her seat.

As her hand was gently overlaid with another, Ellie's restless fingers ceased their anxious dance, yielding to the coaxing touch that separated them, allowing them to be enveloped by Rachel's hand instead. The sudden contact sent a surge through Ellie's chest, her heart quickening its pace in response. She marveled at the smoothness and flawlessness of Rachel's hand, a sensation etched not only from this moment but also from their shared experiences in the ring, a thought that tinged her cheeks with a blush. Despite the touch, it was the question that followed that brought a faint smile to Ellie's lips.

"Yeah," she confessed softly, a chuckle accompanying her admission. "It's a bit embarrassing, but all of this is quite new to me... so, thank you for your patience. You've been so welcoming." As Rachel's weight leaned into her, Ellie allowed her head to nestle onto the German's shoulder, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips. "You're absolutely stunning... Can you blame me for feeling nervous?" Her smile widened as she felt the tender press of Rachel's lips against the back of her hand, responding with a gentle squeeze to convey her appreciation for the affection.

"Just for a bit?" Ellie couldn't suppress a giggle, noticing Rachel's eagerness for affection wherever they found themselves in the apartment. It was amusing to see her now exercising such delicacy in more suitable settings, contrasting with her usual enthusiasm. As Rachel shifted to settle atop her, Ellie leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her hands on the mattress, making the transition smoother. Looking up at Rachel, a deep blush painted her cheeks as their bodies drew intimately close.

With the gentle prompting from Rachel, Ellie raised her head, meeting the German's gaze with a desire of her own. She wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist, pulling her close. Her lips parted, poised for a kiss, but then she playfully pulled back, attempting to recline onto the bed and draw Rachel down with her.

"Now you sound like the nervous one... Are you going to kiss me or not?" Ellie teased, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. Yet, if Rachel moved in for a kiss, Ellie would turn her head at the last moment, offering a cheek before swiftly angling back to steal the coveted first kiss.

Their anxious fingers seemed to calm as the Germans hand took the Brit’s, a sure sign of some comfortability, it was reassuring. Her fingers interlocking to form a soft “lock” to keep them grounded and to ease their mind. Her thumb brushes along what little it can with its current position but Rachel doesn’t seem to mind, so long as she can hold Ellie, that’s all that she could ask for at the moment. With her gaze fixated, the sight of their blush and that crack of a faint smile sent shivers down her spine. Tingling up through her stomach as it hits her heart, sending a pang through her head as she takes in their somber confession.

The model nods, she can understand where they’re coming from, this was all new to her once as well. Her lips part for a soft chuckle as they lean against her, her free hand’s fingers roping their hair only to unwind it to start over again. ”Oh fräulein, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about…but with this being all quite new, I would’ve thought you were a natural~.” She replies, sincere with her compliment as those rather expert like kisses from the couch replayed in her mind. ”You don’t need to thank me for that, Ellie. You’re my guest, and I treat all my guests with the upmost care.” Rachel adds, confident in her hostess skills as she pecks their hand with earnest. As her lips left Ellie’s smooth skin feeling the squeeze in her palm, her gaze would met them again; giggling with her statement. [color=#00ccff]”Then I should be shaking with a knockout like you.” She replied, fueling her affections.

With her shift to the Brit’s lap, Rachel tapped her chin as they recounted her question. She playfully held her pose as if prolonging her thoughts on how to answer before leaning down towards the snow haired woman. ”A bit sounds like it won’t be enough, so instead…how about a while?” the model jokes. Ellie leaned back against the bed, making her transition easier, her hands settle on either side of them, the bed bowing to their combined weight on the edge of the rather large bed. As the pair settle, Rachel’s pearls glue themselves to their blush, those cute features along their face seemed to only be highlighted by those rosy hues.

Her focus was gone for only a moment but that’s all it would take for Ellie to show Rachel just what was hiding under the sheep’s clothing. They could feel their hands running across waistline as their arms made a lock. With the slight tug forward, her body would curve instinctively, her gaze meeting that desire in their eyes. Her hands leave the comforter; dragging up the woman’s reclined arms, they settle over their shoulders. The German sees the Brit going for it, she grins eager to reciprocate before they pulled back. ”Wha-, hey!” she couldn’t believe it but it was that playfulness that cracked Rachel up, she couldn’t help but giggle at the fake out. Her giggle was short lived as a sharp gasp passed through her lips, surprised by the sudden lead downward. She braces herself against Ellie as the bed bounces back with the pair in tow. Her fingers curling to bunch up their blouse, pushing herself up just a bit to hover over her “prey”.

”Me? Nervous? I hope you know who you’re talking to, Ellie. Unless of course, you’re up for another round.” Her tease countered, taking the bait foolhardedly as she moves in for a kiss only to meet their cheek. Just as she was getting ready to playfully reprimand them for another fake out, she was boldly silenced by her guest. Rachel’s body seemed to relax as she clung to their kiss, her stomach meeting the Brit’s with her bust following suit to pancake their chests as she sinks into her desire. She makes sure to pour on her affection as her hair slips over her shoulders to completely darken Ellie’s world with shades of red and black.