nell blaire.

eleanor 'nell' blaire. daughter of dazzler and longshot. 21. underestimate me. i dare you. in fact, i hope you do. it will make the look on your face when i stand victorious that much more delectable.

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nikolai-thorson‌:

It was moments like these that made him wish he was back home, where his mother would check on him daily, bringing bins of cold water sop off his sweat and help his body cool down. When he was younger and he’d gotten sick, he’d been confined to bed like this. He remembered how grateful he was to not be alone during it. It was nice to be cared for, and he couldn’t express how grateful he was that Ellie was willingly staying and looking after him when she had her own things to do. Moments of silence spread between them, he pondered what he was going to say, she was probably right, but the cold sounded so uninviting and all he wanted to do was stay curled up in his bed, sweat it out and hope he’d wake up the next day feeling maybe an ounce better. “ No. Not a cold shower,” he grumbled. Maybe if he resisted enough she’d just let him stay in bed. Any movement threatened his need to throw up and he really didn’t want to get vomit on his girlfriend. “You can tell me the truth, El,” he says softly because he hadn’t missed the way she’d sounded when he’d opened the door a few hours before. “’M not going anywhere, El. You don’t need to worry.” he said, and part of him meant him getting out of bed. It was quiet again, and she tried again to reason with him. He could feel his resolve on the matter fading and Nikolai sighed. “Okay… okay fine.”

What felt like ages later he rolled onto his side and slowly sat up, his head throbbing very much like a cartoon he’d watched as a child. Swinging his legs out over the edge of his bed he stood up, leaning against the bed. It took a while, but soon he was leaning against the wall of his bathroom, in just his boxers as the shower was turned on. Part of him wanted to go back to his bed, shivers ripping through him every few moments. “Babe, please. Can I just go back to bed…”

A small grin spread across her face as Eleanor shook her head. “Stop knowing me better than I know myself,” she said, trying to sound stern as he practically read her mind. Of course she’d been worried. She had never had so much to lose. Or, at least, the last time she had, she did indeed lose it. “Of course I was worried. I thought I was cursed,” she admitted in a whisper, toying with his hair. “But that’s nothing you need to be sorry for. You’re here, safe and sound, and that’s what matters.” And it was. Nothing else really mattered. The what-ifs and worst-case-scenarios hadn’t occurred. So nothing else mattered. 

When, finally, he agreed to the cold shower, she felt a small sense of pride - especially because she wasn’t sure she had it in her to be stubborn any further, trying to push him despite his pain was impossible. “You’re already all the way here, Baby,” she whispered, making sure the lights were dim enough to spare him any more pain. “Get it over with and then it’s just you and me and your blankets.” Hopefully that was enough to sell him. “I already grabbed you your warmest, comfiest sweatshirt.” Silently, she put her hands on his back, rubbing slowly as she guided him to the shower. “Just a really quick in and out. With your nice soap and this fluffy towel... It’ll be over so soon,” she tried to promise, unsure herself what it was that he was going through.

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strangehellion‌:

at the response, beverly’s eyebrows furrowed, a telling sign of her confusion at the other’s sudden frustration. it took her a few seconds to process eleanor’s admissions, “ah” she let out with a sigh, “i’m guessing you were pretty famous in your… universe” — this, finally, she understood rather well and symphatised with; this sense of loss of identity. the sorceress hadn’t been famous, but, she had been on her way to her master’s before having to decide whether or not to attempt ‘world saving’. her whole life was put on hold so that she could move somewhere no one knew her and restart anew. “i reckon you don’t really need six layers of makeup to look presentable, your face does a good enough job on its own” beverly added with a pleasant smile, tone observatory and linear — it wasn’t an empty compliment, but it also wasn’t meant to be more than just a commentary. “of course, if it makes you feel more secure, go ahead” she then made a gesture with her hand, a motion for the other to proceed with her makeup routine — not that she needs my permission. beverly looked beyond eleanor’s shoulder, noticing a bench not far from where they were; she tapped the other’s arm carefully, trying not to disrupt her actions. “there’s a bench over there, i’m guessing that would be better for you to go about all this, yes?” she didn’t wait for the younger, going ahead, “c'mon”. the sorceress did not even notice her hands glowing blue.

Another dejected sigh, Eleanor glared at the ground. “Yeah, my mom was on posters in people’s rooms, I mean, people loved her. They loved me, too,” she pouted, glancing at her feet. She wondered if following that stranger had actually been worth it. Would the world really have ended? Or would she still be there, surrounded by adoring fans, paparazzi, wealth, opulence? A pang struck through her chest and she physically winced. Fuck, she missed that. 

Glancing back up, Ellie offered a small smile. She appreciated the compliment, but it wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. And that had never changed her mind in the past, so here she was - smiling, accepting the compliment that she only wished she could believe. If only she hadn’t twisted her appearance up long ago into a pseudo-battle armor. “Thank you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “My mom always said that, too.” Not true. She loved her mother, but she’d never been taught that she was beautiful. And so, when the other girl offered her a bench - of course - she took it. Rushing to take the seat, it wasn’t until Eleanor was reapplying her concealer that she noticed the girls’ hands glowing. “Oh!,” she gasped, blending the makeup in. “How absolutely groovy is that?!” 

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nikolai-thorson‌

Nikolai let his eyes slide closed as he felt the bed shift as Eleanor got up to look through his freezer. He heard the soft click of the door closing to his freezer and a moment later the sweet bliss of the ice pack covered with some kind of fabric, sat at the nape of his neck. He sighed contently, the noise-making him sound about as exhausted and sick as he actually was.  “Thank you,” he muttered, cracking his eyes open for a moment, hazel eyes meeting hers. His eyes slid shut once again, and he focused again on distracting himself from how nauseated he was feeling, focusing instead on the way her hand rubbed patterns into his side, and how nice the ice pack felt on his hot skin. When she mentioned the shower he groaned, shaking his head, which sent a fresh wave of pain- and he made a note to not do that again. “No. No shower…too cold. I don’t want to stand up that long,” he mumbled, rejecting the idea. He wanted to stay buried under the covers, in the dark with her until this passed. “I didn’t scare you too much by not being in class did I?”

Eleanor was terribly torn, on one hand wanting nothing more than to just make it stop hurting, to not put him through any more misery than he was in. The other hand knew that the very little she had ever read about migraines - or whatever this might be - was certainly that wallowing in your own sweat wasn’t a great way to fix things. “Baby,” she whispered again, even more gently. “I’ll turn off the lights in the bathroom and help you in and out, but you still need to move... At least a little bit. And it’ll be cold but it’ll push it outta ya, and we’ll keep your blankets warmed up...” Leaning down to press a soft kiss to his knuckles, now, she shook her head. “No, you didn’t,” she whispered. Except yes. He had. SHe’d been sure, instantly, that in admitting her feelings for him, she’d crossed some line the universe had written in the sand for her. Some unwritten rule that she wasn’t allowed to care about anyone, or they’d find themselves in terrible danger. But... she pushed that to the side, now. He was there. With a beating heart, alive and... sort of well. “Will you let me help you shower, Love? I promise you’ll feel better. More yourself. And afterwards, I’ll lay with you until the universe needs to tear me away.” 

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ofnewheroes‌:

sebastian winced a little at the description, but also found himself nodding in agreement. “honestly, i think she’s terrifying,” he said. “and at the same time, awe-inspiring, especially when you include the fact that she doesn’t have any particular superpowers, just… sheer bad-assery.” 

he grinned at eleanor. “but i can see you reaching those levels. you’re in the combat class, aren’t you? how’s that going so far?”

“Terrifyingly awe-inspiring,” she offered, combining both adjectives with a grin. If there could be, she was sure there’d be stars in her eyes at the thought. For the time being, the rhinestones lining them would have to suffice. Shaking her head, she smiled again. “Sheer bad-assery, nerves of steel... need I go on?,” she gushed. 

With an even bigger smile creeping across her face, she held a hand over her chest. “Me?,” she gasped. “Oh, in my dreams...” But please, tell me more, she thought to herself, enjoying the recognition more than anything. “But that’s right! My dad, back home, he’s trained me my whole life, so I already have a bit of an understanding-” An understatement at best. “Of my way around just about any weapon. But I haven’t done the hand-to-hand before. Mama wouldn’t let him,” she said, a wry giggle passing her lips. “Remind me what you’re studying, Sebastian?” 

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nikolai-thorson‌:

Nikolai winced as he lifted the pillow from his head, now that she was speaking it was more bearable to his senses and the room was still cloaked in darkness. The only light coming from the gap on the door and the faint light that fell in slates along the wall and floor from the blinds on his windows. “I’ve always had headaches as a child.. chronic ones,” he says softly, letting his body relax as he felt her hands on his waist, running up and down his side. “But they just worsened into migraines when as I got older and I think they’re even worse now as a side effect of my meds.” he swallows, shutting his eyes again, and trying to get through the wave of nausea that washed over him. “I went to class this morning, but I had the worst headache… I threw up in the bathroom between classes so I just came here. I didn’t think I’d make it through the rest of the day” he admitted, letting out a breath.  He was silent again, wishing that somehow someone would just take away his misery- there wasn’t much that could be done. He couldn’t take certain over the counter things because they reacted badly with his medication so he’d have to sort out the pain himself. The problem was his migraines and shockwaves tended to last for at least 3 days. “Can you get me an ice pack? It’s really warm.” he finally said softly. 

Keeping herself quiet and her movements gentle, Eleanor listened to Nik as he spoke, nodding along with the words even though she didn’t understand. She’d never once gotten so much as sick in her life, let alone be forced through such terrible pain as he was apparently going through. Still staying silent, she leaned in to press a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re going through this,” she whispered, her hand still rubbing gentle circles on his side. “Of course,” she said, so quiet it was barely understandable, before she stood up and bent down in front of his  fridge, quietly rifling through the freezer section to find an ice pack. Returning to his side, she pulled off the cardigan she was wearing, wrapping the ice pack in that before pressing it to the nape of his neck. “Oh Nik,” she whispered sadly. “Baby, you’re covered in sweat. What about a shower? The cold water might cool you down...” 

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ELEANOR BLAIRE’S WARDROBE ;; c/o @bennettbanner

She learned from her mother about the finer things in life. She would cary that with her forever. 

She learned from the world about being underestimated when it comes to dressing the way she did. But she liked that. Loved it, even. Knowing how they would count her out before she even had the chance to prove them wrong.

But, more than that, she just loves to feel sexy. And look it to. 

And wow, does she. At least, in her opinion. And that, she was sure, of anyone else you might ask. 

But, she’d also like to point out that her OCD doesn’t leave her much room to look anything less than her absolute best. 

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nikolai-thorson‌:

Nikolai had woken up with what had felt like a splitting headache. He’d gotten up, feeling too nauseous to eat breakfast and tried to sit through his first class, a history lecture with about 50 students, and sat in the back away from others, with his hood up and avoiding raising his hand. He was sure it looked out of character, from the beginning he’d unavoidably made it known that he knew what he was talking about. He even swore he got a sympathetic look from his professor as he slipped out of the doors at the end of class and all but ran to the bathroom. He’d thrown up, the taste in his mouth causing him to gag all the way home. There would be no way he could sit through biology or any of his other courses-, especially music, at this rate. He unlocked his door, stripped out of the sweatshirt he’d been wearing, gargled some water, and went about slowly darkening his room and adjusting the thermostat down a bit. Once the last curtain was in place he laid down in bed, a pillow over his head as his stomach growled out of hunger, but also protested at any idea of food. It had to be a few hours later, when he heard the relentless jiggling of his doorknob and he climbed from the bed, bracing a hand to one wall, eyes almost shut, and pulled the door open. 

He winced at Ellie’s voice, even though she wasn’t being too loud, but the noise and the light from the hallway made shapes swim before his eyes. He ushered her inside, shutting the door with a click and slowly but surely padding back over to his bed, not really speaking or acknowledging her question as he plopped back down in the bed. “I’m sorry if I scared you. But just please… lower your voice,” he said softly, his voice muffled as laid back down, his head between two pillows.  

Her eyebrow lifted in confusion, head tilting as she tried to figure out what could have caused him so much pain. It seemed as thought he was hungover, but they’d been together most of the night before, and she couldn’t imagine he’d had time to drink that much in the meantime. She was quiet as she walked toward the bed, sitting on the edge softly. Placing her hand on his waist, she rubbed her thumb in a circle against the skin. “It’s okay,” she whispered, as quiet as she could possibly be. “What’s going on?,” she asked, still a whisper as her hand ran up and down his side now. “”What can I do?” 

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thehalfpixie-grayson‌:

Grayson hummed gently as he heard the woman’s words. “Is that so? Sounds like multi-personality disorder to me.” The hybrid joked with a smirk. “I mean…If we’re talking about codenames? Then The Blood King is the other name of mine.” Grayson said with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders. 

Eleanor laughed, narrowing her eyes at him just a bit. “If I did have multiple-personality, I guarantee each one of them would be as lovable as me,” she said with a giggle. “So... Blood King, what is it that you do?,” she asked, curious as ever. “If you don’t mind sharing with a pretty girl like me.”

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Okay, when Nikolai hadn’t responded to her text, it wasn’t the end of the world. Even when she noticed the absence of him scooping her into his arms when they passed each other in the hall every day between their second and third classes, she could rationalize it. Missing lunch, however, had her convinced that something was wrong. She didn’t mean to fall down a rabbit hole of worry, but fuck. Was it happening all over again? She finally developed, and accepted, her feelings towards someone and the next thing she knew, tragedy struck. Unease filled her stomach and, before she could even bother deciding on something to eat, she found herself rushing towards his room. She jiggled the doorknob, wishing she’d ever paid attention to how he unlocked it, when she saw it open from the inside. “Nik, you scared me,” she said, putting a hand over her chest when she saw him. “What’s going on?” 

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nikolai-thorson‌:

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Take care of her he did. Beneath him, her body writhed in pleasure incomparable to that which anybody else had every brought her. But god did he know how to bring that to her. And, beyond that, this was so much more than pleasure, what they shared. She’d let down damn near every single one of her walls for him, and she could feel it in the air between them. So, when they shared moments like these, they weren’t doing it for a quick high which, albeit, was phenomenal, it was also just so they could be together, closer than they could any other way. 

Laying flat against his mattress, chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath, she rolled her head over to smirk at him, a free, unhindered gleam in her eye from what they’d done. “You took care of your girlfriend remarkably,” she said, her legs too weak to bother moving, not that she needed to anytime soon - there was no point in being ashamed of nudity around him anyway. A giggle crossed her lips. “I have a feeling if I try, it’s going to turn into 8 verses of the way you use your tongue against me,” she said, pulling him closer to steal a kiss or two. “Which might sound a bit funny coming from your guys’ mouths.” A giggle and one more kiss as she smiled at him. “I like the sound of it. Boyfriend,” she said, a giddy giggle passing her lips. “What did you put in that breadstick?,” she teased. 

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SOCIAL MEDIA AU ;; look inside my phone ( ft. @januaryglccm , @nikolai-thorson , @bennettbanner ) 

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meme prompt: “ what do you think of professor natasha? ” ( sebastian to eleanor ;; @ofnewheroes​ )

What a question that was, Eleanor thought to herself, thinking of the other woman in awe. “What do I think of her?,” she mused. “I think that she could probably reach into somebody’s throat and hand them their jugular tied in a nice little bow,” Eleanor observed. “It’s, like, totally my goal to exude that level of female badassery. Doesn’t it sound just... amazing?” 

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nikolai-thorson‌:

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“You have no idea how perfect you are, then,” she said, shaking her head with a smile. “Because I knew the moment I saw you... I wanted to end up right here. With you. And nobody else,” she insisted, which had been true. Alarmingly so. Sometimes she remembered that first day, walking into band practice without a care in the world until the globe stopped spinning, even if only for a moment, before it continued on its way. And there, falling back into his mattress with nothing short of pure joy on her face, she thought she knew why the globe had shifted that day. For him. For them. They were plainly, simply, meant to find one another. 

Nobody cared for her like he did. Nobody had ever taken the time that he took. To learn her body. The noises she’d make. The faces she would fall into in the highest throes of passion. And the time he’d taken to do so showed in every press of his lips against her skin. Every whimper he pulled from her lungs and moan he’d ever stolen from her throat. The ones nobody else had ever bothered learning. Looking down at Nikolai, where he was situated between her legs, she smirked so heavily that her dimples popped. She was left in nothing but her lace panties, and even they seemed like the biggest inconvenience in the world at the moment, so she toyed with the waistband slightly, her other hand running against the mark he’d left on her neck with a lustful smile. “Is that what you want to do?,” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. “Because I just don’t know what I’d do if my boyfriend couldn’t keep his promises...,” Eleanor whispered, toying with the sound of the word again. Oh yes, it was even better this time. More natural. And, again, the world didn’t crumble around her, despite the electricity that Nik was radiating. “Take care of me,” she whispered, batting his lashes with her best attempt at an innocent smile. 

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meme prompt: “ i knew i should have taught kindergarten. ” ( from loki! - @januaryglccm​ )

Eleanor was looking around the room with a bit of disgust playing on her features. Did these children she was surrounded with know nothing of respect? Were they unaware of whose presence they were in? She thought that, in a heartbeat, Loki could wipe out the lot of them. Wasn’t that power something these people were hungry for? So, with a scrunched up nose and a disapproving shake of her head, she looked at Loki. “If I could, I’d apologize on their behalf. But they deserve to work for it,” she said. “With that said, I’ve seen toddlers more well-behaved than this.” 

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strangehellion‌:

beverly’s grimace deepened, her eyes darkening — “i already apologised” she said with clenched teeth, feeling annoyed all of a sudden. the sorceress allowed herself to observe the other, taking notice of said ’ruined’ makeup. if bev were to be honest, she didn’t think the other needed makeup at all — she was obviously very pretty and knew it, probably took pride in her physical atributions. still, the dramatic display wasn’t the least endearing. “what more would you have me do?” she asked, rolling her eyes at the other, “i’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be difficult for you to fix it” bev added in a slightly mocking tone, a smirk accompanying. although the sorceress had never been known to be outright cruel, she also wasn’t one to be overly pleasant — that was something learnt from her mother’s distinct lack of care for others, chin raised high in front of everyone else. beverly was the grandaughter of the king of hell, there were some things that were ingrained in her blood. still, she tried to sound more agreeable the next time she spoke, “i’m pretty sure you must have at least a dozen of items inside your purse that will help you with that” after a beat, the woman added: “i’m beverly strange, by the way”.

“Watch where you’re walking, for one, but it’s fine,” she said, frantically digging through her bag for the things she needed to fix her appearance. “By the way, there are at least 6 layers of makeup here. It’s not as easy as I’d have you believe.” She didn’t take pleasure in being abrasive. At least not always. It was just that if there was one thing she could control in the midst of all of this, it was her appearance. When her personality thrived on said control, she could feel herself crumbling when that was taken away from her. So, she set her jaw and forced herself to apologize. 

“I’m sorry too,” she said, the words not all that familiar. She didn’t need to be sorry back in her world, where her mother was famous and she had been well on her way to getting there, too. But this wasn’t her world. That took some thinking through before she could understand it. “I’m used to paparazzi following me around back home. Nothing makes you more insecure than a bad candid. So it’s just... habit,” she blamed it on, glancing at the girl as she applied powder on her chin. “Eleanor Blaire. Not that that seems to matter here at all.” 

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nikolai-thorson‌:

The noises that came out of her mouth were enough to drive him insane, and if he was as excited as the teen he’d used to be- her words alone would’ve had him melting. But as he’d grown up, he’d reigned in on his feelings and emotions, to avoid getting caught up in people who would only take advantage of him. His ex had been someone he’d been sure he could trust, had told his secrets to, and even showed him his abilities. That had blown up in his face the moment the boy got bored of him, bragging to his friends that he had the son of the God of Thunder wrapped around their finger. He’d vowed not to let anyone play it like that. So why when he’d met Ellie, had he gone weak at the knees the minute he’d walked into the first band practice and seen her? She was electric, a drug to him that kept him balanced and on track. “Sorry babe, gotta let the world know that you’re not for the taking.” he nipped at her neck gently. “You’re mine,” he said before slating his mouth against hers.

The kiss was long and drawn out and when he pulled away, his eyes were twinkling, the air in the room was thick, the smell of rain mixed with their own scents, as if there was a storm brewing. But this one, there was no chance of actual rain. As he studied his work on the mark on her jaw and the ones now forming on his neck, he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. She didn’t even seem to cover them up, her outfits of choice always leaving plenty of room for people to see just what she’d been up to. He liked the days after when they were beginning to fade, he’d suck a mark again, only staggered, so you could see the old one fading in the shadow of the new one that would form in its place. He groaned low in his throat as she pulled at his hair, his hand resting on her bare hips as they kissed. “I would’ve waited the rest of my life for you if that’s what it took. Easy.” He hooked his hands along the edges of the shirt. “Can I?”

His words made her smirk again, shaking her head against his lips with a wicked grin. She thought about protesting, Telling him that no... she didn’t belong to anybody... But then, wasn’t that part of the fun? Being his entirely behind closed doors and knowing that, once that was over, once they were back out in the world, they both knew the power she held. So wasn’t it something like amazing to let go of all of that control around him, only because she knew that she could trust him more than anyone in her life? She knew that behind those closed bedroom doors she could be his, wholly, wholeheartedly. She wondered if he knew how much that meant to her. To trust someone so entirely that she wouldn’t protest such a simple statement. 

Their lips met and parted, met and parted, met and parted again. “I’m all yours,” she whispered into the kiss. She thought she might be able to sit there happily for the rest of time. Her cheeks warmed as he claimed he would’ve waited forever for her. What the fuck did he see in her that made him so willing to stick around relentlessly, no matter how terribly she tried to push him away. His hands were tugging at the hem of the shirt she wore and she grinned against his lips. “I dunno what I did t’deserve you,” she whispered, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth with a smirk. “I never will,” she whispered. Then he asked if he could pull the shirt off and her heart melted even more. She didn’t understand how her heart could keep falling, impossibly further for him. She grinned, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Of course,” Eleanor whispered, lifting her arms to help him do so. “But it’s only fair if I can do the same...” 

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nikolai-thorson‌

Nik couldn’t really describe at the moment about how he felt about her calling him her boyfriend, especially moments after he’d just tripped over his own words to avoid calling her his girlfriend. He’d wanted to make sure they were in agreement on things before he gave them a label. For all he knew, she could’ve just wanted them to be officially seeing each other, without a proper label. This was sweeter than the cookie he’d been eating moments before. No more skirting around the questions when people asked, his life would be easier when he told girls he wasn’t interested in them because he had a girlfriend waiting for him back home. As they settled back into his room he looked to Ellie as she walked straight to him and all but rolled his eyes when she kissed his cheek. “Waiting is part of the torture leading up to the fun I think you mean,” he said with a half groan. The noise cut in his throat when he saw her walking toward his closet and only moments later her clothes landing in a soft heap just within his eyesight. She came out wearing one of his shirts, a cream-colored one with the Rolling Stones logo on the front, and hopefully, not another lick of clothing.

“You know,” he said as she began walking toward him,” I should tease you like this more often. I mean it surely would save me a lot of time. I feel like you’d jump my bones before I even so much as took a breath.” He sat propped on the bed, his breath growing heavier as she crawled into his lap. His eyes raking up her frame from her toes to her face, shamelessly checking her out and his dimples were on full display as he let his hands come to rest on her hips. “Aren’t you always, baby girl?” he said, leaning forward to press kisses to her cheek, trailing down to her jaw. He settled at the curve of her jaw, nipping at her skin playfully before sucking a mark onto her skin, hard enough that he knew it would bruise. If there was one thing he loved to do, even though he was sure it annoyed her, was to leave hickeys in obvious places. Let the world know just who she was within her free time. It was probably the one greedy thing about him. Before long he leaned back to look at her, one hand resting at her waist as his other came up to hold her hair from her face as he kissed her.

Eleanor smirked, shaking her head at Nikolai as he spoke. “Silly boy...,” she mumbled, leaning in to press her lips to his jaw once more. “You don’t need teasing for any of that.” Another kiss, this time she used her teeth to nibble at the skin of his neck. “It just makes the payout that much better,” she whispered in his ear, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth now before settling back just a bit, her arms draped over his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against her cheek. Baby girl... The name made her stomach flip, especially in his voice. “Mmm...,” she said, lips falling open as his trailed down her jaw. “Right answer... Worth every second...” But her thoughts were growing jumbled as he put his lips to work even more, a soft gasp passing her lips as she felt blood raise to the surface. “You ass,” she mumbled, feigning frustration at the mark she knew was already there and would be worse by tomorrow. 

She would never tell him, lest she steal the fun away from him for doing something bad when he was always so infuriatingly good, but she loved walking around with her hair in a ponytail, showing off the lovebites he’d left on her. Let everyone wonder just what she got up to behind closed doors. It was far more fun that way. When he pulled back to look at her, she smirked at him, eyes flashing downwards shyly although she was never known to be shy. Except, maybe when she asked if she was worth the wait, she’d meant so much more than just the amount of time it took her to change into his shirt. Maybe she meant the months of uncertainty, of fear, of healing that he had lead her through much like that crowded cafeteria. “Thank you for waiting,” she whispered into their kiss, one hand traveling to tug at his hair while the other pressed her long nails into his shoulder on accident. “I’m glad you think I’m worth it all...”