at once i knew i was not magnificent

eleanor // twenty-two “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” - jane eyre

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Lily James at the premiere of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in Los Angeles on January 21st.

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Eleanor thought to say something after she kissed him, but she simply sighed, tiredness beginning to take over her body. It was late, perhaps one or two in the morning by now, but she didn’t care. They lied there for a while, wrapped up in each other, warm and safe despite a cloud hanging over both of them. Before she fell asleep, Eleanor went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water and (sadly) set her phone alarm since she needed to get up early for work the next morning. When she came out of the bathroom, Scott gave her an old t-shirt of his that she accepted, blushing. And comfortably, they settled back into bed, falling asleep like nothing else mattered but then.

In the morning, the soft beep of Eleanor’s phone woke her to her dismay. Scott was still fast asleep, beautifully so, his usually worried or tired face looking relaxed and serene. She smiled, not on her own accord and reluctantly rolled out of the bed, careful not to wake him. Eleanor slipped on the jeans she wore yesterday but kept Scott’s shirt for her own selfish reasons. She grabbed a piece of note paper from his desk and scribbled a note. It read: “Antimony--Work is bloody awful, I could have spent the rest of the day in your bed, probably. Call me tonight? --Lenore.” She had first written Love, Eleanor but cursed herself, quickly scribbling it out and hoping that it was no longer legible. Before she left, Eleanor kissed Scott’s forehead and ran her finger lightly across his cheek. “Oh, god,” she whispered quietly as she tip-toed out of his bedroom.

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Eleanor let out a loud groan of Scott’s name, her nails digging hard into his back as her breath started to become shallower. She couldn’t close her eyes, needing to watch him, take everything about Scott in right now as he came undone with her. Three words sat idle on her tongue, wanting to come out but refusing, mostly for the situation that brought them here but also for the fear of what would happen if they did. As they lied together catching their breaths, Eleanor wiggled herself into Scott’s side, and although their bodies were overheated, she hadn’t felt so comfortable in a long time. She moved up a little higher to kiss him, her hand lightly tracing patterns over his chest. 

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Eleanor scrunched her nose up and stuck her tongue out at Scott, before he started to kiss her again. She wondered, did his kisses always feel that good? Is it better because we’re naked? That’s probably it, right, but oh good god has he learned a thing or two since he was seventeen–“Darling, Antimony…” Eleanor muttered, then nipped lightly at the spot where Scott’s neck met his muscular shoulder. They moved together, laughing and blushing when they stumbled and holding each other so close Eleanor was sure that her heart was going to burst.

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“Oh no, I actually thought--oh,” Eleanor began before getting distracted for a moment, “--that maybe we’d just stop what we’re doing so I can tell you a stupid story,” she joked. Eleanor smirked and found his hand. Looking at his eyes, she slid her fingers into his and squeezed it, unable to stop the wide smile that stretched across her flushed face. Words she was afraid to say pressed against her throat as she gripped onto Scott’s body. All she could muster was soft whispers of his name against his skin and words muddled into incoherent sounds.

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Eleanor wasn’t sure it was possible for her face to become more flushed than it already was, but when Scott mentioned her piercing--one she hardly paid attention to anymore--her entire face and neck blushed. “Oh, god--you like it? It’s a funny story, actually,” she said breathlessly, laughing.“I should tell you about it sometime,” Eleanor babbled before placing her hand on the back of his neck and leaning up a bit to kiss him. She brought her hands down to help his pull the rest of her clothes off, then she hooked her fingers around Scott’s waistband and tugged. Eleanor felt like her whole body was thrumming, the heat from his body enveloping her into a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. 

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A dong you'd use to describe Ivy

“Stupid Girls” by P!nk

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Most desired sexual fantasy?

I’ve lived in Hawaii for almost a year and I’ve still not done anything on these beaches...

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Favourite book and why?

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams because I love science fiction and it’s one of the funniest books I’ve ever read!

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If you could do anything without consequence, what would you do?

Well if there was no consequence, I’d probably see if I could make methamphetamine and TRY it.

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Now that you and Scott have rekindled the flame, any potential of becoming a couple again?

Oh, I uh, I don’t think so...probably not.

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Favourite thing about Scott

How much he cares about the people he loves in his life. And the way he lights up when he tells me about a good book. 

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Scott didn’t realize how badly he wanted his clothes off of him until Eleanor was tugging at them. Despite the goosebumps subtly forming on his arms, he felt warm all over. After a moment of watching Eleanor rake her eyes across him, he moved back down to kiss her again. This time, he hand moved her shirt up little by little until it pooled at her chest. Taking only a moment to move his lips away from hers, he pulled her shirt off of her and tossed it aside. A breathless Scott buried his lips in crook of her neck before moving his mouth to the parts of her freshly exposed to him.

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Time seemed to freeze around them, as if Scott and Eleanor were the only two things in space moving right now. In the midst of all of their anger and yelling something switched inside of them both to lead them here; laid out bare for one another just like they used to be when they were teenagers. Every touch of Scott’s fingers on Eleanor’s skin was just right, leaving her breathless and unable to remember just what it was they were even fighting about before because he made her feel so good. Everything reminded her of being seventeen–the way Scott smelled and the way he kissed her, but at the same time, it was an entirely new experience that she couldn’t quite describe. All Eleanor knew was that she needed this, needed him, right now, and she could only hope that by the way he touched her he was feeling the same. 

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What's the most sexually adventurous you've been?

Aha...sex in a public place...a beach...um, there have been school uniforms involved before...why, um, who’s asking?

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describe your first love with a song

“One” by Ed Sheeran

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When the warmth of Eleanor’s lips moved away from him, Scott felt his heart starting to race. He didn’t know what he was doing, or what he even wanted from the entire ordeal. The voice in his head was singing a chorus of pull yourself together and get a grip, laddie pounded against his eardrums as he waited for whatever Eleanor was going to throw at him (and for a split second he thought she might actually throw something at him). The moment of silence stretched in front of him for what felt like hours. But next he knew, Eleanor was pulling on his hand and leading him to his bedroom and his head was all sorts of messed up but he wasn’t about make any notion to stop her because he wanted this too. A moment of clarity. He wanted this, too. He had a laugh as Eleanor nearly knocked him onto his back, but he quickly found her lips again. Gently, he guided her further up the bed and crawled over her. While he moved his lips to kiss her jaw, he re-familiarized his hands with her warm skin.

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Old emotions felt like a shower over her head, and she couldn’t step out from beneath the stream. All of the feelings she’d pent up were expressing themselves in her kisses against Scott’s skin, in her hands over his muscled body. Eleanor could cry over how badly she wanted him, how she’d deny herself the feeling of wanting him for so long now. She smirked, her eyes half-lidded, as he slid up over her own body. Eleanor wanted to say something, anything about how she was feeling, but the words wouldn’t come. Somehow, she felt that they didn’t need words right now. She let out a soft moan as Scott kissed her jaw, her eyes closing at the feeling. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and she tugged it upward over his head. Eleanor wasn’t shy about looking at his torso, her fingers lightly running over his exposed skin.