#ellace

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"I can disappear if I want to."

Her laughter filled the inside of the RV at her lover’s words, the sound mirthful and amused. “Please. You always disappear, Elliot, but you always come back.” Circling around behind the stool that her artist was perched upon, Grace let her fingers play feather light across the back of her shoulders, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper as she leaned down over a tattooed shoulder and brought her lips close to a heavily pierced ear. “You always come back because I have everything here that you want. The drugs.. the booze...” Pausing her words and the rush of heated breath it sent down the side of her neck, Grace let her lips audibly part as she flicked her tongue out, just barely grazing it over the lobe and stealing a nip. “...Me.” 

She knew Elliot was upset, but she didn’t care, she never did, especially now for it was her turn to take back the reigns and show a hint of the hand she held against her. A pale hand sliding up and over the other shoulder, her fingers were light, a teasing ghost of a touch; at least until they reached the long slender throat of her androgynous lover, and then they curled in a tight hold right beneath her chin. Finger and nails curling into the inked skin above a beating pulse, enough to hurt but not to completely cut off her air, a low sound somewhere between and purr and a growl rippled over her lips. 

“You don’t even know when it happened, did you? When I wormed my way in there on the back of the cocaine and alcohol, and got you just as addicted to me as you are to them. It’s why you come back, because you like it when I piss you off, you like it when I welcome you with open arms... and other limbs. You like not knowing if one day I’ll kill you, just because I’m bored or upset.” Loosening her grip just enough that she could circle around to her front without letting go, there was a hint of something behind the icy blue eyes, anger, hurt, insult maybe, but it was veiled behind coldness and set back from the gun that she pressed to the forehead of the other woman. “Oh Elliot... so special... so strong and yet so weak and scared... Do you really want to be free of my web? Do you?” Brushing her finger over the trigger, grip tightening once more, it was for a long tense moment before her hand released it’s grip and slid around to the back of her neck, pulling her into a heated and bruisingly angry kiss, the gun clattering to a landing down the hallway where she’d thrown it. 

Stepping back with reddened lips, and leaning against the island, she waved her hand to the door. “Go and fucking disappear then. And don’t bother coming back or I  will kill y-..” There was no finishing her words, for the taller and more muscular female pulled her arm into her arms and then lifted her under her ass as she kissed her so hard it would leave both their lips red and swollen for hours. Not that it mattered, for no one but the four walls of her bedroom would see them and the intense, passionate, anger they took out on each other’s bodies. 

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Nonsexual acts of IntimacySelect from the following for my muse to respond to…

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

It was amazing, that they’d managed to make it through an entire movie without ending up in the bedroom after some time of ‘not watching’ it, and she dropped her eyes to the tattoo artist who had stretched out on the couch as best she could, and used Graces lap as a pillow. She hadn’t complained for it was far easier to drink, smoke, and snort if she was sitting up. “El… Come on, let’s get some sleep… Hey, Idiot..” Voice soft, the shorter brunette leaned up as much as possible to catch a glimpse of her face, sighing softly when she realised that the other woman had fallen asleep. “You know… “ Finger brushing over her hair and tracing one of the tattoo’s, Grace returned her eyes back to the movie that she was determined to at least finish. It was really good, actually, and she’d have to make Elliot watch it later. Even as punishment for falling asleep this time. Though she did look peaceful, and her body was keeping Grace warm, so the dancer let her sleep, fingers fiddling absently with her hair and gently brushing over the scar from the wrench that had knocked her on her ass. She’d have kissed the top of her head if she could reach, but instead she opted to just casually brushing her fingers through her hair. “You’re such an idiot, you’re just lucky I like you so much.” Pressing her fingers to her lips she brushed them along Elliot’s temple before sliding them back into her hair and doing her best to refocus on the film before her. 

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Ellace - <333

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

-who cries when someone dies in a movie

Neither. Though they never really make it that far in a movie. They always end up in bed before movies end. 

-who wears the ugly holiday garb

Elliot. And then she struts around like it’s the hottest outfit around. Much to Grace’s entertainment.

-who pays for the meals

Whoever Grace can con into it. Otherwise they’re masters of the Dine & Dash

-who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone

They’re both door slammers, and their arguments are explosive. The police are usually called by the neighbours. 

-who brings home stray animals

Grace has a soft spot for animals, and is always bringing them home. Elliot doesn’t mind, though, because who hates puppies?

-who leaves the bathroom door open

Grace. But only when she’s bathing or showering. Both to tease and entice her lover. 

-who tells the ‘dad jokes’

Elliot. For someone who’s not a Dad, she’s a pro at trying to make Grace smile with an endless list of bad puns. 

-who wants kids more

Neither. Who wants to be tied down like that? Not them.

-who travels more

Both, and they usually travel together. Where you’d find one, the other is not far behind. 

-who spends more cash

Grace. She likes all the pretty things. She also makes more cash in one night than most people do in a week, so she doesn’t have much worries about how much she spends.

-who buys the things in infomercials

Grace. She likes things that make her life easier. Though Elliot does as well, though she buys the most ridiculous stuff.

-who draws in the dust on their cars

Elliot. She likes to see how out there she can get before Grace starts to wipe them off before leaving. Grace would, but Elliot’s bike is never dusty.

-who starts the snowball fights

Elliot. And it always turns into a full blown snow ball fight, until one or the other is too cold or wet to continue. 

-who throws away the directions to things

Elliot doesn’t even look for the instructions to throw them away, she just ignores them. When they need furniture built, it’s Grace who does it, because otherwise it turns into a fight, or just never gets done. 

-who puts up holiday decor

Grace buys it and makes Elliot hang it up. 

-who is more likely to forget to bathe

Neither. They’re both too meticulous about their appearances for that.

-who gets more obsessed about things

Grace. Once she locks her attention on something, there’s no getting it off. Though that is not for a lack of Elliot trying, at least until Grace bites her head off. 

-who sings in the shower more often

Grace. ALWAYS. Elliot never misses an opportunity to hear it up close and personal, either. And Grace never locks her out. 

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“This was never right.”

“Of course it wasn’t, but you never cared.” Grace stood in the door to the RV, a cold smile on her face as she leaned against frame. “You knew that from the start Funnel Cake, but you still came back, again and again and again. You came to me, like an addict to his crack dealer, and never once did I hear you complain. You loved every moment of it. You loved that it wasn’t right, and yet here you are. I know you, Elliot. Better than you’d like to admit.” Taking a step down, she made slow progress toward the taller female and her beloved motorcycle, a sultry sway to the former dancer’s step, matched with that same look that had never failed to hook the artist. 

The moment she was close enough, a pale, perpetually chilled hand, ran up a tattooed arm, large enticing steely grey eyes lifted to her face from beneath a thick layer of dark lashes. “You’re in too deep now, Elliot,” Purring her lover’s name, there was a dangerous knowing behind her heated gaze as she stepped even closer, “And you like it. You like the danger in it. You crave it, don’t you?” Each word brought her a milimeter closer, her hand sliding down from her shoulder to ghost over one of her lover’s breasts before leaving her side to take a hand of her other so she could press her own chest into it. “You say it isn’t right…,” Breathing warm against the other pair of lips across from her, so close now, she spoke just before leaning in to kiss her in one of those heated, passionate ways that had them both melting a little, “But you don’t care.”

Wrapping her fingers around those that encased her breast, she laced them together so she could turn and lead the other woman back towards her waiting web. A spider and her all too willing fly.

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Elliot x Grace

Honestly Elliot and Grace go together like the Devil and his most favorite of minions aka perfectly. Elliot is just telling herself she’s just in it for the perks but there could totally come a day where she doesn’t necessarily want to leave that camper van. Grace has the two things that Elliot tends to look for in people: beauty and crazy. She’s completely psychotic in her actions and hot af. Grace is a natural born leader and while Elliot isn’t a follower she’d be happy to be a part of what Grace has planned for Cheyenne, a position of power of course. And there’s the fact that she’s literally in Grace’s life because she thinks she’s attractive, that’s definitely around total plus to keep Elliot around. And then of course there’s their chemistry which is ridiculous and so undeniable. They just seem to be so genuinely attracted to each other that it doesn’t matter that they’re kind of horrible people on the inside. You know how obsessed I am with this two though. I didn’t think Elliot could be someone’s toy boy but for Grace she’s like that and then some. aLSO GRACE STILL DOESNT EVEN KNOW HER NAME, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT?

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