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Eleanor barely had time to register the spin before Axol’s lips were on hers—warm, giddy, intoxicating. When they parted, Eleanor was grinning like a fool, steadying her by the waist as if the kiss had left them both a little dizzy.

“Well, damn,” she murmured, eyes drinking her in. “You flatter me and kiss like that? Dangerous, angel. Real dangerous.”

Axol blushed deeper, stepping in close, close enough to rest her forehead against Eleanor’s, and Eleanor couldn’t help but melt at the look in her eyes—so open, so sweet, still glowing from the day.

Eleanor reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled softly. “You’d like that?” she asked, her voice a little lower now.

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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Eleanor looked her over one last time as they headed toward the register, and her smirk softened into something almost reverent. Watching Axol carry those bags, dressed in pieces that made her glow with confidence—it was everything.

“Adorable?” Eleanor echoed, arching a brow with a slow, teasing grin. She stepped up behind Axol, wrapping an arm around her waist and brushing her lips just behind her ear. “You’re the one turning heads like it’s your full-time job, baby.”

Then she pulled back just enough to give her a look—cocky, a little in awe, and entirely hers. “Let’s go, heartbreaker. Dinner next. And maybe, just maybe…” she whispered, fingers briefly brushing against one of the smaller bags, the one with the lacy surprise inside, “you’ll let me unwrap one more thing later tonight.”

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor took her time looking, letting her gaze sweep over Axol slowly, deliberately. She let the silence stretch just long enough to make Axol squirm before she finally smirked.

"I think—" she stepped closer, fingers brushing over the hem of the sweater Axol was fidgeting with, "—that you look absolutely stunning, angel."

Axol’s blush deepened, but Eleanor wasn’t done. She reached out, adjusting the collar of a sleek jacket Axol had tried on, straightening it on her shoulders like she was putting the finishing touch on something already perfect.

"This one," Eleanor murmured, tapping the soft fabric, "is dangerously good on you. And those jeans? Baby, you’re gonna make people trip over themselves."

Axol laughed, half-flustered, half-glowing under the attention. "You’re ridiculous," she murmured, but there was no denying the way she loved it.

Eleanor grinned, leaning in, her voice teasing but firm. "Ridiculous about you? Absolutely."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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She smirked, but there was something softer beneath it as she leaned in, brushing her lips just barely against Axol’s ear. "Damn right," she murmured, voice low and possessive. "Mine."

Axol shivered, biting her lip, but her grin didn’t fade. If anything, it widened as she turned back to the racks, still selecting clothes—but now with just a little more sway in her step, a little more confidence.

Eleanor watched, utterly enthralled, arms crossed as she leaned casually against a nearby display. "Yeah," she murmured, mostly to herself, a slow, satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "I could get used to this."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor grinned, delighted by the shift—the way Axol went from cautious to playful in seconds, that spark of confidence shining through. That was what Eleanor loved seeing, what she wanted to bring out in her girl.

"Damn right I do," she said smoothly, slipping an arm around Axol’s waist and tugging her just a little closer. "If I’m spoiling you, I’m going all in. No half-measures, angel. Pick whatever you want, try it all on—hell, we’ll make a damn event out of it."

She smirked, tilting her head. "And I get the pleasure of sitting back and watching you show off? Yeah, this is definitely my new favorite activity."

Axol laughed, her blush lingering but her smile wide. "Well, in that case…" She trailed off, glancing back at the lingerie, then at Eleanor, something mischievous in her eyes.

Eleanor’s smirk deepened. "That’s my girl."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor hummed, stepping closer, trailing a fingertip along the edge of the fabric Axol was touching. "That is a smart way to shop," she murmured, glancing up at her. "But, angel, you don’t have to worry about any of that tonight. Tonight, you get to pick just because you want it."

Eleanor grinned, leaning in to murmur, "And—I think maybe we should add a little something extra."

Eleanor smirked, tilting her chin toward the display at the side—delicate, lacy lingerie, all very much meant for showing off. "Maybe these too."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor beamed, downright smug at the trust in Axol’s voice. She wasn’t just being polite—she meant it. She trusted Eleanor’s taste, trusted her to guide her through this, to make her feel like the most beautiful thing in the room. And damn if that didn’t make Eleanor’s chest go all warm.

"Damn right you do," she murmured, tugging Axol in and pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. "And don’t you worry, angel—I’ll be here to hype you up and give brutally honest opinions."

Her thumb brushed over Axol’s knuckles as she pulled back just enough to look at her. "And—for the record—no matter what you pick, you’ll be the most stunning person in here. That’s just facts."

Axol flushed, biting her lip as she squeezed Eleanor’s hand. She turned to look at the racks again, eyes scanning over rows of perfectly tailored suits, elegant gowns, sleek jumpsuits—anything and everything she could imagine, all right at her fingertips.

Eleanor chuckled, seeing the excitement practically bubbling in her. She nudged Axol gently. "Now go on, sweets—show me what’s caught that pretty little eye of yours."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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Eleanor grinned, watching Axol take it all in—the sheer possibility of it. She could already see the wheels turning in her head.

"Anywhere you want, angel," she murmured, squeezing Axol’s hand. "Try anything that catches your eye. Masculine, femme, both—I just wanna see you looking stunning and having fun."

She leaned in, voice teasing but sincere. "And I fully intend to sit back and admire while you play dress-up."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor’s smirk softened into something fonder, something real.

"My love."

Yeah. That one was staying with her.

She held the door open for Axol, letting her step inside first, her grip on her hand firm, steady. "Then let’s get you spoiled rotten, sweets," she murmured, eyes glinting with pure adoration.

Axol just beamed, happiness radiating off her like sunlight. And damn if Eleanor wasn’t going to make sure she felt like this always.

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor felt her chest tighten—not in a bad way, but in that deep way, the kind that came with realizing just how much someone meant to you.

Axol’s laughter, her warmth against Eleanor’s side, the way she swung their hands so naturally now—it was everything. And that look in her eyes? The one that said she was safe, that she was loved? Eleanor would never get tired of seeing it.

She squeezed Axol’s hand, pulling her just a little closer as they walked. "Yeah?" she murmured, glancing down at her with a smirk, but her voice was softer now. "Then let’s make it a night you’ll never forget, angel."

And as Axol beamed up at her, Eleanor knew—she’d move every damn mountain in the world to keep that smile on her face.

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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Eleanor groaned again, dramatically throwing her head back. "Ugh, you are so cute, it’s physically painful."

Axol giggled, leaning into her side, but her eyes flickered with that quiet uncertainty—like she didn’t want to ask for too much.

And, well. That just wouldn’t do.

Eleanor tilted Axol’s chin up with two fingers, smirking but gentle. "Baby, why are you acting like I wouldn’t move mountains for you?" She rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course you can pick both. You get everything you want tonight."

Axol melted, her face going pink as she bit her lip, trying to contain the giddy little smile fighting its way through.

"Shopping and dinner it is," Eleanor declared, pressing a quick kiss to Axol’s nose. "Now let’s go find you something so pretty it'll make me wanna skip dinner entirely."

Axol squeaked, smacking Eleanor’s arm as they laughed their way down the street, hand in hand.

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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Eleanor groaned, dropping her head against Axol’s shoulder for a second before pulling back with a dramatic sigh. "God, you cannot just say things like that and expect me to function properly."

Axol giggled, clearly pleased with herself, her tongue poking out playfully again.

Eleanor smirked, letting her hands slide down to rest on Axol’s waist. "Alright, you wanna know what kind of spoiling your sugar momma has in mind?" She arched a brow, voice low and teasing. "Guess I could start with dinner at that ridiculously fancy rooftop place you always stare at when we pass by. Or…"

She leaned in, letting her breath tickle against Axol’s ear.

"I could take you shopping, get you in something pretty, and really show you off."

Axol shivered.

Eleanor pulled back just enough to drink in the way she flushed, the way she instinctively leaned closer. "Or," she continued, grinning now, "I could take you somewhere private and let you sit in my lap while I remind you exactly what it means to belong to me."

Axol squeaked, burying her face in Eleanor’s neck as her body fully betrayed her.

Eleanor laughed, smug and delighted. "Oh? Suddenly shy again, sweets?" She pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Axol’s temple. "C’mon, tell me—what’s it gonna be?"

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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The boldness. The way Axol just took what she wanted, now that she felt safe enough to. The contrast between the shy girl she had rescued from that stuffy event and the confident, playful troublemaker she had become the moment they stepped outside.

Eleanor lived for this.

She melted into the kiss for a moment, savoring it, letting Axol take the lead for once. But when they finally pulled apart, Eleanor's smirk was all mischief and promise.

"Now that’s my girl," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind Axol’s ear before brushing her thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.

"Where to, angel? You wanna get spoiled first or should I make you blush a little more before dinner?"

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

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And with that, she guided Axol away, leaning down just enough to whisper in her ear, "Gonna make sure you know exactly who you belong to, angel."

Eleanor chuckled, pressing one last quick kiss to her temple before turning back toward the exit. "Then let’s get out of here, sweets. I’ve got a lot of spoiling to do."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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She shifted, standing just a little closer to Axol—close enough that there was no question who she belonged to. Her arm slid around Axol’s waist, not just holding, but claiming. She tilted her head, a smile curling at the edges of her lips, sharp and dangerous.

The men looked between them, some clearing their throats, some shifting awkwardly. The one who had spoken scoffed again but didn’t say another word.

Eleanor took that as her cue to leave.

"Well, gentlemen," she said, mockingly polite. "If you’ll excuse us, I have a date to take care of."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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Eleanor didn’t let her linger in that doubt for long. She squeezed Axol’s hand just enough to ground her, her voice smooth but firm as she filled in the gap.

"Her girlfriend."

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

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Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”

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Eleanor’s heart did a little flip. Yeah, she’d made the right call dragging her out of that stiff, boring event. With a chuckle, she pulled Axol in closer, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head before whispering, "That’s my girl."

Axol buried her face in Eleanor’s shoulder for a second, then peeked up at her, lips parted like she wanted to protest—but no words came. Just that soft, flustered look Eleanor would never get tired of.

Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Axol fidget uncomfortably in the center of the crowded event hall. The poor thing looked like a fish out of water—tugging at the sleeves of her formal outfit, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and nodding politely at whatever dry conversation she was trapped in.

With a smirk, Eleanor pushed off the doorframe and strolled toward her. The second Axol caught sight of her, her eyes widened in that soft, startled way Eleanor loved, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

"Hey there, angel," Eleanor murmured, sliding a hand onto the small of Axol’s back. "Come with me?"

-- @official-eleanor-rigby

Instantly, Axol melted, gazing up as she began to relax, stopping to fidgeting and melting into her, gazing up

“Absolutely sweets”