@imsorel: elliot (w) alessandra (k) Alessandra had been walking runways since she was nineteen. By the time she signed her third contract with Victoria’s Secret, she had already mastered the art of being watched. Elliot was different, she did not watch her the way the world did. She looked at Alessandra like she was still surprised she was real. Elliot was an action star with a reputation for intensity. Directors loved her because she trained obsessively. The press often compared her to Angelina Jolie, but she had her own edge. They had been married for three years. The honeymoon phase should have faded by now, at least according to everyone else, but it had not. On red carpets, Elliot never stood far from her wife. If Alessandra shifted, her hand followed. If a photographer asked for a solo shot, Elliot stepped back but kept her fingers linked with hers until the very last possible second. Tonight, Alessandra wore a backless black gown that made headlines. Elliot arrived in a tailored charcoal suit, but the moment she placed her hand at the small of Alessandra’s back, the outfit stopped mattering. Her thumb moved slowly, almost absentmindedly, tracing the exposed skin there. It was subtle enough for cameras, but deliberate enough for Alessandra to feel. “Honey, you’re distracting.” Alessandra murmured under her breath as flashes went off around them. “I’m not doing anything, love.” Elliot replied calmly but her hand did not move away. “You’re touching me like you forgot there are hundreds of cameras in front of us.” Alessandra said, smiling brightly for the photographers while speaking through her teeth. Elliot leaned closer, her lips hovering near Alessandra’s ear. “They can look, but that’s it.” Alessandra felt heat rush up her neck, and she hated that Elliot knew exactly what she was doing. Inside the venue, once the noise softened and the lights dimmed, Elliot’s possessiveness became less polished and more honest. She guided Alessandra through crowds with a firm hand at her waist. She introduced her as “my wife” every single time, like it was a title she was proud to own. When someone’s gaze lingered too long, Elliot’s fingers tightened slightly. Later that night, in the quiet of the car, Alessandra finally turned toward her. “Don’t look at me like that.” she said softly. “Like what?” Elliot asked. “Like you are about to carry me out of here.” “I am considering it, you’re too hot.” Alessandra laughed under her breath, but her pulse jumped. “Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” she asked. Elliot did not hesitate. “You’re my wife, that’s normal.” There was something in her tone that always unraveled Alessandra. It was not jealousy nor control. Elliot loved her loudly, physically, and unapologetically. She held her hand in public because she liked the way it looked. And Alessandra liked it. When they arrived in their million dollar penthouse, Elliot did not hesitate. She lifted Alessandra slightly off her feet and pressed her against the wall, kissing her like she had been starving all night. It was messy and breathless, then her hands roamed over the bare skin the dress left exposed. Alessandra gasped, then laughed softly against her mouth. “You’re really desperate, you know that?” she teased, fingers gripping Elliot’s shirt and pulling her closer. “You were staring at me all night like you were seconds away from losing your mind.” “I was seconds away, this dress is provoking me.” Elliot admitted, her voice rough as she kissed down Alessandra’s jaw. “I wore this for that reason.” She whispered. Elliot pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark and intense. “You enjoy pushing me.” “I enjoy what happens after, honey.” That was all it took. Elliot kissed her again, harder, lifting her effortlessly as they moved toward the staircase. “You’re wild, love.” Elliot muttered against her lips. “And you love it.” Alessandra answered, already knowing she had won the moment the doors closed. #winrina #winter #karina #fyp #foryoupage

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