eliot spencer , let me take care of you.
♡ ˙ * ✧ part of her thought they were never going to reach this point, that eliot wouldn’t let them. it’s no secret that he’s been pulling away from her, from the feelings he might have for her, in an attempt to keep her safe. barbie told eliot time and time again that she only felt safe with him, and that he could let go. it was okay. there were many failed tries, but when barbie finally decides to take control of the situation - climbing onto his lap, allowing her dress to inch up her thighs, one strap falling down her shoulder - he finally allows himself to give in.
the way he picks her up and carries her to her bedroom is effortless, and barbie finds herself out of breath with fluttering and butterfly filled giggles. so delicate in the way eliot lays her down on the bed, she’s almost tempted to tell him she isn’t breakable - he didn’t have to be so gentle. but then he’s gazing over her, slow, taking all of her in, reaching out with a hand to lay on her cheek. she leans into it, blonde hair falling to one side as she gives him a soft smile. when he speaks, the low let me take care of you, she swears her heart skips. lashes flutter as bottom lip is taken in between teeth, barbie shaking her head. ‘ you always take care of me, ’ she coos, turning her head to press a kiss to his palm before she pulls him down by the wrist. ‘ tonight, we can take care of each other, ’ the grin never falters as she ran one hand along the side of his neck, up into his hair. ‘ okay? ’ @ephemaera.
















