#* . ⊹ 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 〉 para ft. anne

[eizagcnzalez]

Eiza’s brows shot up the moment Anne mentioned she had to go, the words catching her completely off guard. For a brief second, her expression faltered, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed what Anne had said. The room that had moments ago felt so warm and intimate now carried an unspoken weight. She remained silent for just a heartbeat too long, her lips parting as if to say something, but hesitation stopped her. Maybe it had been bold to assume Anne would stay, but the truth was, she didn’t want her to leave—not yet. She quickly caught herself, her natural confidence rushing back in like a shield, though a faint flicker of vulnerability lingered in her eyes. A smile tugged at her lips as she sat up, adjusting the disheveled sheets around her. “So soon?” she asked, her voice warm but tinged with a softness that hinted at her unspoken reluctance. “Um, okay, yeah. Of course.” She cleared her throat lightly, as if trying to brush away the moment of awkwardness. “I mean, you have things to do, I get it.” Eiza leaned back slightly against the headboard, her smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes just yet. “But just so you know,” she added, her tone dipping into that familiar sultry edge, “I would absolutely want to repeat this. And yes, sooner rather than later, if that’s an option.” Her dark eyes found Anne’s, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her words feel like more than just flirtation. Reaching out, Eiza let her fingers brush against Anne’s hand, the gesture small but intimate. “I’m holding you to that,” she said, her smirk softening as her voice dropped into something more genuine. “Because if you think I’m going to forget tonight, you’re out of your mind. You’ve officially ruined me for anything less.” She shifted closer, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of Anne’s hair behind her ear. Her touch lingered, her thumb lightly grazing Anne’s cheek. “You’re kind of impossible to get over,” Eiza admitted, her tone quiet, her usual confidence giving way to an unexpected tenderness. “But hey, no pressure or anything.” She chuckled softly, the sound warm and low, before leaning in to kiss Anne again. This kiss was slower, deeper, unhurried—as if Eiza were savoring every second, every taste, trying to capture the moment in her memory forever. When she pulled back, her brows arched slightly, her teasing smile returning. “But before you go, promise me one thing,” she murmured, her fingers still lightly tracing patterns along the back of Anne’s hand. “Next time, we skip the margaritas and go straight to the best part.” Her chuckle was light, playful, filling the space between them, but her eyes betrayed a deeper longing. She let out a soft sigh, pulling Anne closer for one last lingering kiss, as though she could hold onto the moment just a little longer. When she finally let go, her dark eyes searched Anne’s face, her voice dipping again into that quiet, honest place. “I can't wait to repeat this” Eiza said softly, her fingers brushing over Anne’s cheek one final time before letting her go.

The connection when their eyes met was electric; Anne could see the raw desire in Eiza's gaze and in her words as Eiza's moans continued, she knew she was making a good job, and she was sure that Eiza was close. The tension in Eiza's body, the way she tensed and then released, was a dance Anne had learned to lead. Eiza's climax was beautiful to see, the sight of her body convulsing, her voice crying out Anne's name in ecstasy, was the most erotic thing. When the younger woman finally relaxed, and collapsed onto the bed, Anne moved up, her heart swelling with affection. The kiss they shared was deep, full of hunger. This is crazy... the craziest thing I've ever done but god! also the greatest thing" anne said after had caught her breathe still holding into eiza closely and planting soft kisses against her chin and jaw gently while the younger woman whispered sweet things making her feel in the glory, "mmmh" she hummed in satisfaction and smiled with her eyes closed as she enjoyed every sensation and their closeness, the quiet after the storm of passion.

the only sounds being the quiet, synchronized breathing of Eiza and Anne. The sheets disheveled from their earlier fervor, now cradled their entwined bodies. Anne lay with her head her dark hair spread across the pillow. her arm was securely around Eiza, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her skin, each touch a silent promise of affection and care. Thier breath was calmer now, Anne's eyes closed but not asleep, just basking in the afterglow, her body still buzzing with the echoes of pleasure. Anne, feeling the weight of Eiza's against her, Anne turned her head slightly to press a kiss against Eiza's forehead, her lips lingering there "you're gorgeous and the best host ever as well" anne chuckled "I expected the best margaritas and i ended up having the best sex" she added with a naughty smirk and made a long pause. she didn't want it to end and she didn't want to think it was over or something that would never happen again but she didn't know how to tell her or how to explain herself , so instead of saying more, she leaned forward to kiss her softly savoring the taste of each other. Anne pulled away slowly and smiled "I have to go" she whispered even though she didn't want to move away from the younger woman or think about the possibility to say goodbye forever so she asked right away "Can we repeat this soon?" the older woman asked with a smile that hid her doubts and fears to push Eiza away "I mean...if you want to" she said sitting up slightly and looking down at the beautiful woman still laid there enchanted with her natural beauty.

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Eiza was nervous—a kind of nervous that didn’t come often. It was rare for anything to rattle her, but today was different. She wasn’t just hosting brunch; she was meeting, for the first time, someone she had admired for years. The thought alone sent a thrill through her nerves, but excitement quickly outweighed any anxiety. From the moment she woke up, Eiza had been meticulous, ensuring everything in her L.A. condo was perfect. Her living room, a harmonious blend of modern elegance and warmth, was bathed in natural light that accentuated the neutral palette of soft creams and beiges, accented with touches of olive green. Portraits of her family were thoughtfully arranged on walls and shelves, adding a personal and homey touch to the space.

In the kitchen, the scent of freshly prepared dishes filled the air. Eiza had gone all out: chilaquiles and huevos rancheros took center stage, a nod to her Mexican roots, while waffles and bacon stood ready as a more traditional Western option. Satisfied that everything was in place, Eiza retreated to her room to change. She slipped into a flowy, floral-printed midi dress with a sweetheart neckline and a thigh-high slit that moved gracefully with every step. The dress, in delicate shades of lavender, pale yellow, and sage green, complemented her glowing skin effortlessly. To add a touch of cozy charm, she layered it with a cropped, off-white knit cardigan. Leaving the cardigan unbuttoned to show the neckline, she let her hair fall in loose, sun-kissed waves that framed her face. Just as she adjusted the last strand of hair, the doorbell rang. Her heart fluttered, and with a quick breath, she made her way to the door. As she opened it, a beaming smile spread across her face. Standing before her was Anne Hathaway, every bit as poised and gracious as she’d imagined. "Hi! Please come in," Eiza said, her voice laced with genuine warmth as she pulled Anne into a hug. "It’s so great to finally meet you in person." / @anne-hathway

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The journey to New York felt longer than it was, not because of the distance, but because of the anticipation that bubbled in Eiza’s chest. She couldn’t believe how, in such a short time, Anne had completely captivated her. It wasn’t just Anne’s beauty—though that was undeniable—it was the way she spoke, the way her laugh carried through their conversations, and the surprising vulnerability she had shared during their last meeting. Eiza had spent days replaying every moment, every touch, every kiss in her mind, and now, she was here, heading straight toward the woman who had turned her world upside down. Eiza had chosen her outfit carefully, striking a balance between alluring and classy for the crisp winter evening. She wore a long, tailored camel coat with a belted waist, paired with slim-fitting black trousers that accentuated her legs. Underneath, a high-neck cashmere sweater in a deep burgundy color peeked out, perfectly complementing her bronzed skin and dark hair, which fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her boots were heeled but practical for the chilly streets of New York, and a chic leather bag completed the look. Eiza looked every bit the effortlessly glamorous woman she was known to be, but her heart was beating faster with every step she took toward Anne.

As she pulled up her rental car to the Airbnb, Eiza’s breath caught at the sight of Anne waiting on the porch. “Annie,” Eiza breathed as the older woman pulled her into a warm embrace. She laughed softly as Anne’s lips peppered her cheek with kisses, her hands automatically sliding around Anne’s waist to hold her close. “Hey, darling,” she replied, her voice low and affectionate, her smile widening as Anne’s lips finally found hers. The sweet, lingering kiss was enough to make Eiza momentarily forget the cold air nipping at her exposed skin. When Anne pulled back, Eiza couldn’t help but chuckle at the other woman’s slight fluster. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” she said, her accent soft and lilting. “Honestly, I didn’t mind the ride. It gave me more time to think about this.” She leaned in again, her lips brushing against Anne’s temple before she stepped back to retrieve her bag.

Eiza followed Anne inside, her boots clicking softly on the hardwood floors as her eyes took in the cozy, beautifully decorated space. “Wow,” she murmured, setting her bag down near the entrance. “You’ve outdone yourself. This place is perfect.” Her gaze returned to Anne, her dark eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and desire. “But then again, so are you.” Without giving Anne a chance to respond, Eiza stepped closer, her hands framing Anne’s face as she pulled her into a kiss that was anything but tentative. This kiss was hungry, passionate, a reflection of the days they had spent apart and the emotions that had built between them. Eiza’s lips moved against Anne’s with deliberate intensity, her fingers sliding into the soft waves of Anne’s hair as she pressed their bodies closer together. When Eiza finally pulled back, her breathing was slightly uneven, her lips curved into a wicked smile. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since the day you left my place,” she admitted, her voice a low murmur. “And now, I have a whole weekend to catch up on everything I’ve missed about you.”

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦// 𝔼𝕚𝕫𝕒 & 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕖

The first time Anne and Eiza spent together was one of the most unexpected moments in Anne's life. Anne couldn't wrap her head around what had happened between them, and there wasn't a single moment where the American actress regretted about it. It was exciting, new, and almost unbelievable that someone like Eiza had turned her world upside down in just one day. Since then, they hadn't stopped texting each other. Every time Anne received a text from the younger woman, it was like a breath of fresh air; she would stop whatever she was doing to respond, and usually, these text exchanges wouldn't end until one of them fell asleep first.

As promised, they planned to meet again. This time, Anne wouldn't be rushed because her kids were spending the rest of the week and New Year's Eve with their father, leaving Anne free. She cancelled a couple of events she was supposed to attend with friends and booked a beautiful Airbnb on the outskirts of NYC—a discreet place with exquisite, vintage decor. It wasn't too big, but it was ideal for a cozy holiday weekend. Anne ensured the place was decorated with a Christmas tree and some lights, a cozy fireplace, and everything else necessary to make the setting perfect. If Eiza was flying from LA to NYC, Anne wanted to ensure she had the perfect place and the perfect time.

Anne arrived at the place at noon. She ordered food, ensured fresh coffee was ready, and chilled some wine bottles in the fridge. When Eiza announced she would arrive before nightfall, Anne was ready. She wore tight black jeans, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of the black lace bra underneath. Her long hair fell naturally over her shoulders, and her makeup was subtle. Satisfied with both the house and her appearance in the mirror, she waited for the woman who had occupied her thoughts for days. When a car stopped outside, Anne rushed to open the door. Laughing adorably as she saw Eiza approaching the porch, she exclaimed, "Finally!" Anne extended her arms to embrace her, holding her tightly, momentarily forgetting that Eiza's bag needed to be brought inside. "Hey, darling!" Anne said kissing Eiza's cheek several times before moving her head slightly to press her lips against the younger actress giving her a sweet and long peck on the lips as she held her face with both hands "sorry, i couldn't pick you up from the airport, but the paparazzis are avid of new material" she chuckled you didn't have troubles to get here?"

@eizagcnzalez

[eizagcnzalez]

Eiza’s heart skipped when Anne said she could stay, the words soft and tentative but carrying so much weight. Relief and something deeper bloomed in her chest as Anne leaned in, her lips brushing against Eiza’s in a slow, deliberate kiss. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that,” Eiza murmured against her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. As Anne eased her back down onto the bed, Eiza smiled up at her, a softness overtaking her usual confidence. “No rules, no protocols,” she said gently, her hand coming up to rest against Anne’s cheek, her thumb brushing over her skin. “Just this. Just us.” The vulnerability in Anne’s words touched something deep within Eiza, and she tilted her head to press a lingering kiss to Anne’s forehead. “You’re perfect, Annie. And for the record, you are the most beautiful woman” The way Anne’s hands moved over her, so tentative yet full of affection, made Eiza’s breath catch. “A couple of hours sounds good,” she teased softly, her smile widening. “But I’m warning you now, you’re not leaving without at least one more kiss. Or five. Maybe ten.” She chuckled lightly, her tone playful but tinged with sincerity as Anne nuzzled into the crook of her neck. As Anne’s warm breath brushed against her skin, Eiza felt herself relax in a way she hadn’t in ages. The tension, the usual weight of the world she carried, seemed to dissolve entirely with Anne’s presence. “if you keep calling me a goddess, I might start to believe it.” When Anne’s voice softened and her breathing began to even out, Eiza felt her own body begin to succumb to the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Magical, huh?” she murmured, her lips curving into a faint smile as her fingers traced lazy patterns along Anne’s back. “If that’s true, then you’re my favorite kind of magic.” As Anne drifted off against her, her head resting on Eiza’s shoulder, Eiza felt an overwhelming sense of peace. She wrapped her arms around Anne, holding her close, her chin resting lightly atop Anne’s head. The rhythm of Anne’s breathing lulled her, the warmth of their shared space making her eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. “I could get used to this,” Eiza whispered sleepily, her voice fading as she pressed one last kiss to Anne’s hair. Her own breathing slowed, and before long, she too had slipped into the comforting embrace of sleep, their bodies entwined as the quiet filled the room.

Eiza’s brows shot up the moment Anne mentioned she had to go, the words catching her completely off guard. For a brief second, her expression faltered, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed what Anne had said. The room that had moments ago felt so warm and intimate now carried an unspoken weight. She remained silent for just a heartbeat too long, her lips parting as if to say something, but hesitation stopped her. Maybe it had been bold to assume Anne would stay, but the truth was, she didn’t want her to leave—not yet. She quickly caught herself, her natural confidence rushing back in like a shield, though a faint flicker of vulnerability lingered in her eyes. A smile tugged at her lips as she sat up, adjusting the disheveled sheets around her. “So soon?” she asked, her voice warm but tinged with a softness that hinted at her unspoken reluctance. “Um, okay, yeah. Of course.” She cleared her throat lightly, as if trying to brush away the moment of awkwardness. “I mean, you have things to do, I get it.” Eiza leaned back slightly against the headboard, her smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes just yet. “But just so you know,” she added, her tone dipping into that familiar sultry edge, “I would absolutely want to repeat this. And yes, sooner rather than later, if that’s an option.” Her dark eyes found Anne’s, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her words feel like more than just flirtation. Reaching out, Eiza let her fingers brush against Anne’s hand, the gesture small but intimate. “I’m holding you to that,” she said, her smirk softening as her voice dropped into something more genuine. “Because if you think I’m going to forget tonight, you’re out of your mind. You’ve officially ruined me for anything less.” She shifted closer, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of Anne’s hair behind her ear. Her touch lingered, her thumb lightly grazing Anne’s cheek. “You’re kind of impossible to get over,” Eiza admitted, her tone quiet, her usual confidence giving way to an unexpected tenderness. “But hey, no pressure or anything.” She chuckled softly, the sound warm and low, before leaning in to kiss Anne again. This kiss was slower, deeper, unhurried—as if Eiza were savoring every second, every taste, trying to capture the moment in her memory forever. When she pulled back, her brows arched slightly, her teasing smile returning. “But before you go, promise me one thing,” she murmured, her fingers still lightly tracing patterns along the back of Anne’s hand. “Next time, we skip the margaritas and go straight to the best part.” Her chuckle was light, playful, filling the space between them, but her eyes betrayed a deeper longing. She let out a soft sigh, pulling Anne closer for one last lingering kiss, as though she could hold onto the moment just a little longer. When she finally let go, her dark eyes searched Anne’s face, her voice dipping again into that quiet, honest place. “I can't wait to repeat this” Eiza said softly, her fingers brushing over Anne’s cheek one final time before letting her go.

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Eiza's lips curved into a wicked smile as Anne’s whispered words sent fire coursing through her veins. Every kiss, every soft murmur from Anne, only deepened the magnetic pull between them. Eiza's hands slid down Anne’s sides, her fingertips grazing the curve of her waist, before moving to her back. She lifted the hem of Anne's dress just enough to let her palms explore the bare skin underneath. Her touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as if memorizing every inch of Anne’s body.

Her lips found Anne’s again, the kiss slow and deep, her tongue teasing and coaxing Anne into a rhythm that made her entire body hum. Breaking the kiss briefly, Eiza pressed her forehead against Anne’s, her breath warm and ragged. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands continued their exploration, her fingers tracing the contours of Anne’s back, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a fraction of space between them. But as much as the living room had become a haven of heat and urgency, Eiza suddenly paused, her hands resting on Anne’s waist. She pulled back just enough to meet Anne’s gaze, her dark eyes filled with a mix of longing and determination. “If we’re going to do this,” she said softly, her voice steady but laced with desire, “it’s not going to be here. You deserve better than a couch.”

Standing up, her breath still uneven, Eiza reached for Anne’s hand and brought it to her lips, placing a lingering kiss on her palm. Her dark eyes locked onto Anne’s as she led her upstairs to the master bedroom. Once inside, the atmosphere shifted, the dim light casting a warm, intimate glow over the room. Eiza turned to face Anne, her eyes burning with intensity as she guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, Eiza’s fingers moved with deliberate care as she slipped off Anne’s boots, then began peeling away her tights, her touch gentle but charged with intent. The hem of Anne’s dress rode higher as Eiza leaned forward, her lips pressing teasing kisses along Anne’s inner thigh. Her kisses were soft at first, growing bolder as her teeth grazed Anne’s skin, leaving faint, playful marks in her wake. Eiza looked up through her lashes, her smirk a mixture of mischief and adoration.

Sliding her hands up Anne’s thighs, Eiza helped her lift the dress over her head, revealing her slender frame now adorned in only a bra and undergarments. The sight made Eiza’s breath hitch, her hands momentarily stilling as she took Anne in. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eiza murmured, her voice reverent and low. Her eyes roamed over Anne’s body, lingering on every curve, every delicate line, as though committing it to memory. Eiza leaned forward again, her lips brushing against Anne’s shoulder, then trailing down to the hollow of her collarbone. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she whispered against her skin, her hands sliding up Anne’s sides to rest just below her ribs. Her touch was gentle, but the hunger in her movements was undeniable, every kiss and caress a testament to the passion simmering between them.

Anne's eyes were wide with the thrill of the moment, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the surge of connection with Eiza. The room was warm with the sun of the noon entering through the large windows of Eiza's house. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine from the flowers on the nearby table, mingling with the heady aroma of their mutual desire and the perfume of Eiza resulted intoxicating and Anne felt her head spinning and her body aching for more with desire. She hadn't realized how deeply the absence of physical contact, sex and the connection itself with someone and had carved into her soul and body until now, when the unexpected catalyst was someone much younger, of her own gender, and someone she had only just met in person. But there was no room for overthinking; all she knew was the primal, urgent need for this woman. No regrets, no pauses or interruptions.

Her heart pounded as Eiza's words washed over her, each syllable sending waves of excitement down her spine. Anne's hands roamed Eiza's shoulders, her touch light but possessive, as if she too was claiming this moment. When Eiza kissed her again, Anne responded with equal fervor, her lips parting eagerly, her tongue dancing with Eiza's in a rhythm that spoke of months of suppressed longing finally unleashed. As Eiza pulled her to straddle her lap, Anne felt a rush of boldness, her legs wrapping around Eiza's waist, anchoring herself to this intoxicating reality. Her fingers threaded through Eiza's hair, as the younger woman kissed her neck, Anne let out a soft moan as if her body begged for more.

"I think I've forgotten completely how nice is to kiss and touch a woman...how different and how right it feels...how soft.. and gentle can be.. how good they smell...like heaven," Anne murmured against Eiza's skin as she brushed her cheek against hers, her voice thick with emotion and desire. "That this... she paused, her breath hot against Eiza's ear, "is so good... and unstoppable." Eiza's grip on her, firm yet tender, made Anne feel both cherished and desired in a way she hadn't anticipated. She leaned back slightly, just enough to look into Eiza's eyes, her own filled with a mix of awe and mischief. Her hands slid down to rest on Eiza's, guiding them to explore further, encouraging the touch to deepen. Their kisses were no longer just explorations but declarations, each one sealing their new-found connection. Anne's body moved with Eiza's, their movements synchronized in this dance of desire. She could feel the heat of Eiza's body through their clothes, the promise of more to come, and it was enough to make her dizzy with want. "Dangerous," Anne echoed, her smile widening, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Let's see just how dangerous we can be together." Her lips found Eiza's once more, this time with a hunger that spoke volumes of the things she wanted from her. Anne pulled Eiza's sweater down slowly revealing the skin of her shoulders and started kissing over her tan skin softly as she pressed her body against her as her breathe hitched as her chest brushed against Eiza's, the contact sending a wave of heat through both of them. "I haven't done this in years...not with a woman... a beauuful... incredible... sexy ...and young woman...like you" she whispered between soft kisses against Eiza's neck.

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Eiza’s breath was uneven, her lips tingling from Anne’s kiss and the intoxicating way she had tasted her bottom lip. Her dark eyes, now heavy-lidded with desire, fluttered open to meet Anne’s gaze. The warmth of Anne’s touch on her back, the way her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on her skin, sent a shiver coursing through her body. Every nerve felt alive, every touch setting her aflame. Eiza’s lips parted, a soft, breathy laugh escaping her as she leaned into Anne’s touch, her forehead brushing gently against Anne’s. “Do I want to stop?” she repeated, her voice low, sultry, and dripping with desire. Her hands slid up, one tangling in Anne’s dark hair while the other rested lightly on her cheek, her thumb brushing over the soft skin just below Anne’s lips. “Annie, stopping is the last thing on my mind right now.”

She leaned forward, capturing Anne’s lips again in a deep, fervent kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no tentativeness—just unbridled desire. Eiza’s tongue slid against Anne’s, exploring her mouth with a sensual intensity that made her entire body hum. Her hands moved instinctively, one sliding down Anne’s back, her fingers tracing the curve of her spine, while the other pulled her closer. The world outside of their little bubble ceased to exist; it was just them, tangled together in an unspoken need. Eiza’s fingers found their way to Anne’s hips, gripping them firmly as if she could anchor the moment, make it last forever. Her hands moved over Anne’s body with purpose, her touch deliberate, as if she were memorizing every curve, every detail, burning it into her mind. Breaking the kiss only to catch her breath, Eiza’s lips ghosted over Anne’s cheek, down to the curve of her jawline, and finally to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her voice, a throaty whisper, carried the weight of her desire. “I’ve wanted you like this since the moment I saw you,” she confessed, her words punctuated by the soft press of her lips against Anne’s skin. “And now that I have you here, I’m not letting go.” Eiza pulled back slightly, her dark eyes smoldering as she looked into Anne’s, a slow, teasing smile playing on her lips. “Come here,” she said again, her tone daring and insistent, as she gently guided Anne to straddle her lap. Her hands moved down, sliding over Anne’s hips before settling firmly on her behind, holding her in place. The intimacy of the position made the air around them feel heavier, more electric.

Her lips found Anne’s again, this time hungrier, deeper, her hands gripping Anne’s ass to steady her as the kiss intensified. Eiza’s fingers flexed against Anne’s skin, her grip firm but tender, a perfect balance of strength and affection. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss further, her body pressing against Anne’s in a way that made it clear she wanted every inch of her closer. When she pulled back for air, Eiza’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her forehead resting lightly against Anne’s. Her hands remained on Anne’s waist, her thumbs stroking slow, lazy circles against her skin. “You’re dangerous,” she whispered, her lips curling into a soft, almost mischievous smile. “But I like it.”

Anne felt the heat of Eiza's gaze like a physical touch, her own pulse matching the rhythm of Eiza's heartbeat she could almost sense. The teasing words and the sultry tone of Eiza's voice sent a rush of warmth through her, her thumb still idly tracing circles on Eiza's knee. Anne's eyes never left Eiza's, her lips parting slightly as she absorbed every word, every look. "You think so?" Anne replied with a playful tilt of her head, her voice a velvet purr. "But, Eiza," Anne took a long pause and her beaming smile draw some nervousness and boldness attitude at the same time, contradictory but exciting and exuberant, the mix of sensations was like a drug and anne only could think about getting more "as well you're the one who's been setting my body and soul on fire from the moment I saw you." She leaned in closer, her breath mingling with Eiza's as she spoke.

The touch of Eiza's fingers against hers when setting down her glass was like a current passing through her. Anne's gaze dropped to Eiza's lips as they quivered slightly, betraying the depth of her desire. "I've been chasing sparks, yes," Anne admitted, her voice low, "but who knows what the future has for me... but right now...with you, it feels like I've found the kind of fire that I've been in need for months and months—you'r driving me crazy. aren't you? i don't know if you know what you're doing or it just comes natural but i want more and i want to discover more of that fire and i want to take the risk of getting burn." Her hand moved from Eiza's knee to rest gently on her cheek, her thumb brushing just under Eiza's eye. As Eiza's lips met hers, Anne's world narrowed to the sensation of that kiss. She responded with equal fervor, her hands sliding around to Eiza's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, and Anne lost herself in the taste of margaritas and the essence of Eiza. Each second stretched into an eternity of bliss and longing. When they parted, Anne's breath was uneven, her eyes still closed as she savored the lingering touch. "Bold?" she finally whispered, her eyes opening to meet Eiza's, "I think we've been too slow if anything." She chuckled softly, her forehead still pressed against Eiza's. "But if you want to blame the margaritas, I won't argue. Though, I think we both know it's much more than that."

She smiled, her hand now gently cupping Eiza's face, "No need to slow down... unless you want to savor this moment just a bit longer? but I just want more" she whispered and leaned closer, anne tasted eiza's bottom lip slowly and pulled it gently between her teeth "my margaritas taste better from your lips" she whispered visibly agitated Anne's hand slid from Eiza's waist, her fingers tracing the curve of her body, up to where the elegant line of her back began. There, she let her touch linger, her palm flat against the small of Eiza's back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin material. Eiza's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, lost in the sensation, her fingers splaying out to feel every contour. The touch was sensual, each movement deliberate, conveying desire in the way her fingers kneaded gently into Eiza's skin. Eiza responded by leaning into Anne, her own hands finding their way into Anne's hair, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. Anne planted soft kisses in the corner of Eiza´s lips, tasting the mix of tequila en her lipstick while her tongue touched gently her skin as her hand never left Eiza's waist, now sliding around to her front, caressing the curve of her hip, moving with a rhythm that matched their kissing. "Do you want to stop?" she whispered aching for the other woman's touch and kisses "Do we keep blaming on the margaritas or I just admit that I wanted to do this since the other night when we started talking?" Each stroke was a whisper of intent, a promise of more intimacy.

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Eiza felt her pulse quicken as Anne spoke, her words charged with an electricity that mirrored the palpable tension between them. The soft brush of Anne’s thumb against her knee sent a shiver up her spine, a maddeningly subtle touch that left her skin burning for more. Eiza’s dark eyes locked onto Anne’s, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. She reached for her margarita, taking a deliberate sip, trying—and failing—to steady the wild flutter of her heart. “Awakening passion, desire, and crazy feelings in ladies?” Eiza teased, her voice dipping into something sultry. “I think you’ve already mastered that art. I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately?” Her gaze swept over Anne, lingering for a moment longer than was appropriate, but she didn’t care. “I’ve seen you light up the screen, but in person? You’re something else entirely. I’m pretty sure you’ve got everyone—women and men alike—completely under your spell.” Eiza leaned back, her fingers trailing along the rim of her glass as she considered Anne’s question. “You know,” she began, her tone softening, “after everything, I think I’m still chasing the fire. But not the kind that leaves you burned. I want something that consumes you in the best way, something that’s bold and unapologetic. No secrets, no shadows—just real, raw, unfiltered connection.” Her gaze flicked down to where Anne’s hand rested on her knee, the gentle pressure almost unbearable in its sweetness. Eiza’s voice dropped lower. “And you?” she asked, her lips curving into a subtle smile. “Are you chasing sparks, or are you looking for the kind of fire that keeps you warm without burning too bright?” Anne’s eyes held hers, and Eiza felt her resolve slipping. The teasing, the lingering glances, the way Anne licked her lips—it was all too much. The air between them seemed to thrum with unspoken words, and Eiza could feel her control unraveling with every passing second. She leaned in slightly, her body moving on instinct, drawn to Anne like a magnet. Her fingers brushed against Anne’s as she set her glass down, the fleeting touch charged with unspoken desire. Eiza’s gaze flickered to Anne’s lips, the world around them blurring into insignificance as her pulse quickened. Her voice was a whisper, soft and breathless, as if the weight of the moment had stolen her words. “I just..,” she murmured, her tone husky. And then, like a spark igniting dry kindling, she closed the gap between them. Eiza’s lips pressed against Anne’s with an intensity that was both deliberate and hesitant, as if testing the waters of a long-forbidden temptation. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but after a few seconds, the restraint melted away. Eiza deepened the kiss, as her hand slid up to the back of Anne’s neck, her fingers threading through silky, dark hair as she pulled her closer. The taste of margaritas lingered between them but it was the warmth of Anne, the unique sweetness of her, that consumed Eiza entirely. Time seemed to stretch and fold, the room fading into a heady haze of connection and unrelenting desire. When she finally pulled back, Eiza’s breath was ragged, her forehead resting lightly against Anne’s. “I—” she started, a sheepish laugh escaping her as she pulled back just enough to meet Anne’s gaze. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment you walked through my door. But if that was too bold, feel free to tell me to slow down. I’ll blame the margaritas.” Her tone was playful, but her dark eyes held an unmistakable sincerity as she waited for Anne’s reaction.

Anne felt the heat rise to her cheeks, both from the intensity of Eiza's gaze and the boldness of her questions. She shifted slightly, her own drink momentarily forgotten as she processed the intimate revelations impatient waiting for knowing more about that intriguing woman. Her confessions made Anne smirk imaging all these interactions with curiosity and...desire? "Well," Anne began, her voice steady but carrying a hint of playfulness, "I guess we're diving deeper than I expected tonight." She gave a small, knowing smile, her eyes meeting Eiza's with a mix of amusement and sincerity. "To answer your question, yes, there's been a moment or two. Nothing quite as dramatic as your tales, though," she admitted, her tone light but her eyes serious. "There was this one time at university, a close friend. We had this... connection, an undeniable chemistry. It was like lightning, fierce and unexpected. But," she paused, her gaze dropping to her glass before returning to Eiza, "it was more of a fleeting spark than a full-blown affair. We never crossed that line, but the potential was there, simmering beneath the surface. Then I had deep relationships with men, I ended getting married but it doesn't mean I didn't feel attracted to other women through the years..." her eyes scanned Eiza slowly and carefully and without realizing, she was licking her lips as she admired her beauty. "I really hope to be awakening passion, desire and crazy feelings in ladies. That would be the best achievement" Anne leaned back, mirroring Eiza's posture, her confidence buoyed by the shared vulnerability. "I've always believed in living life openly, not hiding parts of myself away. I admire you for that, for not wanting to be anyone's secret." Her voice was gentle, appreciative. "But tell me," Anne continued, her curiosity piqued, "what's it like for you now? After all those intense experiences, do you find yourself looking for something different or are you still chasing that same kind of fire?" Her question was genuine, wrapped in the intrigue of their conversation, as she watched Eiza, eager for more insight into the enigmatic woman before her and not able to resist the temptation, Anne placed her hand on Eiza's knee gently and ´casual´while the other woman spoke her thumb brushed her skin gently trying to ease down the neccesity of some physical contact with the other woman.

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Eiza’s smirk widened as Anne’s bold questions filled the space between them. Her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and vulnerability as she leaned back into the couch, her posture relaxed but her gaze unwavering. “Oh, wow. Jumping right into the deep end, aren’t we?” she teased, swirling the margarita in her hand before taking a slow sip. She set the glass down on the coffee table, her fingers brushing against Anne’s knee in a fleeting, deliberate motion as she shifted slightly to face her. “Well,” she began, her voice low and velvety, “to answer your first question, I’m single. And have been for a while.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she met Anne’s gaze head-on. “Not exactly an exciting answer, huh? You probably think I’m boring now. No hookups, no flings. Just… me.” Eiza chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships. I tend to go all in, and let’s just say, that doesn’t always work out in my favor.” Her smile softened, taking on a more introspective tone. “One of my most intense love affairs was with this actor from Spain, Mario. He’s charming, passionate, the whole package. It was fiery and unforgettable… but it wasn’t built to last. Then there’s what I’d call my best affair—with another woman. It was raw, intense, passionate in a way that felt like it could burn the whole world down.” Eiza’s voice dropped slightly, her words more deliberate now. “But she wasn’t ready to let the world know who she really was. She wasn’t ready to admit to herself—or anyone else—that she was bisexual. And I… I didn’t want to be anyone’s secret.” Her eyes flickered down to Anne’s before returning to continuing. “It ended because I couldn’t live in the shadows, no matter how much I cared about her.” Eiza let the words linger, the vulnerability in her tone cutting through the playful banter. Then, a sly smile curved her lips as she leaned back against the couch, her confidence returning. “But what about you?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge. “Have you ever had something with another girl before? A moment, a spark, maybe even a full-blown affair?” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes betrayed a deeper intrigue. “I can’t imagine someone as magnetic as you hasn’t turned a woman’s world upside down at least once.” Eiza’s smile widened, her boldness now fully on display as she reached for her margarita again, taking another sip.

Anne was taking serious all the offers she was receiving during that special noon, many times she tried to learn more and acquire some skills in the kitchen and she had failed miserably all these times making her hate a little all the cooking and baking but if burning some food and taking the risk of ruinning a couple of aprons and put in danger her own safety with fire and knives and everything else meant to spend more time with that incredible lady, she was ready to take all these risks without any kind of hesitation. She could imagine those hours with her and within a doubt, it seemed the perfect excuse to be close to her, get playful and taste the best food while she hung up with who seemed to be her new favorite person. “that’s appealing, probably, the most appealing thing I’ve heard. You have talent for business too. I see... I’m taking note and making a list of all the talents you have” she exclaimed amazed by how easy she made it look, having her own tequila, cooking like professional, being an amazing actress and all that looking hot as no one else. The black-haired woman chuckled and after another small sip from her margarita, she followed Eiza without thinking twice. Her living room was equally cozy and chic so inviting, so Anne walked over to get comfortable and ready to relax in that amazing couch as she enjoyed of her cocktail but especially, of the view she had in front of her eyes. “Oh, no darling. I can't keep away from you anymore, I was just waiting to find the perfect spot to enjoy this” she said raising her glass and walked over to get comfortable taking seat next to the brunette. “Don’t play with fire, because getting bitten by you sounds sooo good” she said softly and moved slightly to face Eiza, her knee brushed Eiza’s leg softly as she did it, anne smiled glancing at their legs brushing against each other, and she didn’t bother to move away, she actually enjoyed any physical contact and she wouldn't give up to find different ways to get some of it “Okay…let’s see… let’s get serious here, I want to hear all your secrets about your sentimental status, I told you about my recent divorce and how I’m dealing very well with it, except for the press and bad publicity it will bring… I want to hear about you, are you with someone? In love, maybe? Hooking up with someone? Or are you completely free? And I also want to tell me what has been your best and more intense love affair” she smirked, she felt bold making that kind of questions but she needed to know and lowkey, she hoped that there was nothing too serious in eiza’s romantic life at the moment, and also, she couldn’t help but get curious about how would be like touching that perfect skin, and if there was someone enjoying of that pleasure.

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Eiza’s smirk deepened as Anne licked her lips, and the way she spoke—low and teasing—only seemed to heighten the crackling energy between them. “Careful,” Eiza murmured softly, her voice holding a velvet edge. “Flattery like that might earn you a permanent spot as my official sous chef. No actual cooking required—just supervision, compliments, and a glass of tequila in hand.” Her dark eyes lingered on Anne’s for a moment longer, her smile growing as she tilted her head playfully. “And as for my tequila? I can’t confirm the ‘hot’ part, but I can tell you it’s 100% organic, artisan, and family-led from my beautiful and beloved Mexico. Nothing represents my culture and heritage more than family, hard work, and pouring love into what we create. Casa Azul is all of that and more.” She paused, her gaze never wavering. “Of course, the fact that it pairs perfectly with good company doesn’t hurt either.” With another sip of her margarita, Eiza’s gaze softened, her tone shifting into something more inviting. “But we can’t just stand in the kitchen all day, can we?” she asked, her lips curving into a smile. “Come on, let’s make ourselves comfortable.” Turning with an effortless grace, she led Anne to the living room. The sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the space. Eiza settled onto the plush, inviting couch, its soft cream tones matching the calm yet sophisticated energy of her condo. Patting the cushion next to her, she looked up at Anne, one eyebrow quirked playfully. “Well? Are you going to make me confess all my secrets from a distance?” she teased, her voice laced with warmth and something far more tantalizing. “Come join me. I promise I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.” Eiza settled deeper into the couch, turning slightly to face her guest, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder as she crossed her legs. “I don’t think I even need margaritas to spill my secrets. I’m an open book—especially for you. So go ahead, ask away. I’m all yours,” she finished, her tone suggestive yet casual, leaving just enough room for the other woman to decide how far to push. Her gaze lingered on Anne, taking in every little expression, every shift in her body language, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling around them like a soft blanket. “But fair warning,” Eiza continued with a smirk, “you might regret opening Pandora’s box.” The actress joked with a soft chuckle.

Anne didn’t step back, she felt the subtle movement of Eiza leaning against her touch as a signal that it was okay and, in this way, Anne could soothe the craving of her contact. She hadn’t done this in years, and she wondered if she was doing well, what she really did know was that she was following her instincts. Anne shook her head “Not at all! I’m the worst at it and I’ve tried too many times to learn but I think I might have found the right person, you make it seem so easy and you have the most delicious touch for seasoning so I trust that if you want to, you could give me some lessons” Anne said smiling at Eiza in such a charming way. “I am supervising then… and admiring the chef I must add” Anne replied back and bit her lip when she noticed the gaze of Eiza in her lips, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks and smiled again before pulling away gently to lean against the bar of the kitchen and watch Eiza carefully, she couldn’t help but admire every movement she made and how gracious, sensual and glamourous she was without even try it. it came natural and it was hypnotizing. She almost forgot to keep up with the conversation until Eiza was handing her one of these delicious margaritas “everything you do looks so good. Thank you” she smiled at the brush of their fingers. It felt so right and she didn’t understand how a small gesture and a soft touch could made her smirk. The look in her eyes was deep and she didn’t take her look away from the woman in front of her as she took a sip, “as I said, everything you do looks and tastes so good” anne said in a deep voice and licked her lips “how many margaritas do we need to spill all the secrets? One more?” she teased her and shook her head in delight "God! so is this your tequila? why did you decide to launch your own tequila brand? it's because you're hot and taste as good as a good tequila?"

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Eiza startled slightly at Anne’s voice, her hand instinctively clutching the edge of the counter for balance. The soft warmth of Anne’s breath near her ear and the gentle touch at the small of her back sent a jolt through her—part surprise, part something else entirely. She recovered quickly, though, a smirk playing on her lips as she turned her head just enough to catch Anne’s gaze, their faces closer. “Well, if you were trying to kill me, Hathaway, congratulations—you’re doing an excellent job,” Eiza teased, her voice low and playful, though the quickened rhythm of her heartbeat betrayed her calm exterior. She let out a soft laugh, turning fully toward Anne, though the distance between them remained teasingly close. “But help?” Eiza’s lips curved into a grin, her dark eyes locking onto Anne’s with an intensity that seemed to fill the space between them. “I don’t think you need to lift a finger. You just standing there might be all the help I need,” she said, her voice dipping into something sultry, almost daring.

Anne’s hand still rested lightly at her waist, and Eiza couldn’t help but lean back slightly into the touch, just enough to make the contact linger. “You’re not good in the kitchen?” she continued, raising an eyebrow as she reached behind her for a glass, her movements deliberate, calculated. “That’s fine. I’ll take care of the drinks. You can just… supervise,” she added with a teasing edge, her eyes flicking briefly to Anne’s lips before meeting her gaze again. The tension between them was palpable, the playful energy from earlier shifting into something heavier, more charged. Eiza turned back to the blender which had been turned off when Anne arrived, her hands steady as she poured the margarita mix into glasses, but her voice carried a deliberate weight as she spoke again. “Although, if you’re this close every time you offer to help, I might start pretending to need a sous chef more often,” She turned back to face Anne, one hand holding a freshly poured margarita, the other brushing against Anne’s as she handed it to her. The brief touch of their fingers sent a jolt through her, one that lingered far longer than it should have. The way Anne’s eyes met hers—steady, warm, and full of something Eiza couldn’t quite put into words—made her heart skip a beat. “There,” Eiza said softly, her voice low and intimate, as though sharing a secret. “Your margarita. Consider it my way of keeping this spoiling you thing last a little longer.” Her gaze lingered on Anne’s. The playful light in Eiza's eyes was replaced by something deeper, bolder, as her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. Eiza raised her glass to her own lips, the cool drink a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. She took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving Anne’s, as if daring her to match the energy crackling in the air around them.

 There was no way that Eiza wasn’t feeling the same, Anne could see her breathing thickening and her lips parting and how those intense eyes were darkening as she talked with passion about what they could to together. They were two souls obsessed with art, with the ability of bringing to life characters who could tell a story and evoke all kind of emotions, they liked to get their hands dirty and work hard in their characters, bring even some pain in the process until make it perfect, the fact that Eiza found acting as something as intense as Anne did result more appealing for the most experimented actress there. Anne found herself identified within the fire in the soul of that young lady that not only was beautiful, she was intense about life and profession. It was intoxicating. Anne thought it probably was the result of a long period of loneliness and her inner desire to feel a woman again, she has been too long without any kind of physical contact with anyone, without any kind of a deep connection, or desire to connect, and suddenly, this lady had hit her like a bus with a range of emotions that she hadn’t experimented in such a long time. Her breathing was heavy, she touched her chest trying to ease down the sensation that was pounding hard against different parts of her body. She gulped and smiled to Eiza who was trying to recover too. Anne still wondered if it was too much or if she was going into a dangerous and forbidden field with someone she just met, but everything with Eiza was intense and fascjinating since the first moment and it was addictive.

Anne shook her head when she found herself staring at Eiza’s body as she walked off to the kitchen, when the other actress disappeared, The american actress could finally breathe again. She laughed nervously and covered her face with both hands wondering what the hell was happening, but it didn’t take her too long to gravitate towards Eiza again, without having second thoughts, Anne left the table and followed the way where Eiza went to a couple of minutes ago. She smiled seeing that beautiful lady busy and very immerse into the task of making the drinks they were fantasizing about the previous night, it was obvious that the sound of the blender didn’t allow Eiza to notice the presence of Anne standing at the frame of the door, so she walked closer and stood behind her, just inches away from Eiza’s body, she could smell her perfume “do you any need help?” she asked very close to Eiza’s ear “sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she laughed a little embarrassed and placing her hand in the small of Eiza’s waist in a protective way after had scared her “I didn’t mean to kill you of a heart attack, I swear!” she exclaimed and laughed again as finally the blender noise had ceased “I said if you needed help” the dark haired woman said keeping herself close to Eiza’s body, “I’m not good at all in the kitchen but I’m aim to help to the expert here”

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Eiza’s smirk deepened, her dark eyes locked on Anne as the other woman spoke. Every word Anne said felt like it carried a weight that was pulling them closer together, an unspoken understanding simmering between them. When Anne described her wish, her voice laced with a quiet passion, Eiza felt her breath catch. The room, bright and airy moments ago, now seemed to hum with a different kind of energy—something intimate, something charged. “That’s quite the wish,” Eiza said, her voice lower, softer now, the playfulness in her tone giving way to something far more serious. “And you know what? I wouldn’t dare say no to it. You have this way of making the impossible feel inevitable. The idea of us diving into those deep, tangled roles together…” She let the thought hang in the air for a moment, her gaze never leaving Anne’s. “It’s dangerous, isn’t it? But the best kind of dangerous. Like playing with fire and knowing you’ll get burned, but doing it anyway because it’s worth it.”

She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on the edge of the table as she studied Anne with a boldness that even surprised herself. “I can already see it,” she continued, her tone laced with a sultry edge. “The two of us on set, unraveling these dark, complex characters. It wouldn’t just be a performance—it would be an exploration. Of ourselves, of each other. I think you’d push me in ways I’ve never been pushed before, and that idea? That’s… intoxicating.” Her lips curved into a teasing smile, but her voice remained steady, deliberate. “And as for watching my rawest performance,” she added, her eyes darkening, “I think you might be the only person who could inspire it. There’s something about you, your presence, your passion—that makes me want to bare everything, no holding back.” As Anne leaned closer, mirroring her movements, Eiza felt her pulse quicken. She reached out, her fingertips brushing the edge of Anne’s glass in a casual gesture that felt anything but. “But let’s talk about you for a second,” Eiza said, her voice dropping lower. “You talk about my passion, but have you seen yourself? The way you light up when you speak about something you care about? The way you pour every ounce of yourself into every word? It’s magnetic.” The air between them felt thick now, charged with something that neither of them seemed entirely ready to name. Eiza’s movements slowed, her body leaning in without her even realizing it. Her gaze flickered down to Anne’s lips for a brief, telling moment before returning to her eyes. Her voice dropped to a near whisper, the words escaping her almost instinctively. “And you want to see me raw, unfiltered, completely immersed? I think you’re dangerously close to inspiring it.” The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the space between their faces shrinking as if drawn together by some invisible force. Eiza was dangerously close and felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing slowing as she leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. Her eyes were glued to Anne's, her own breath hitching as the tension reached a crescendo. And then Anne pulled back abruptly, a nervous laugh breaking through the moment like a sudden gust of wind. Eiza blinked, momentarily disoriented as the spell broke, but her smile returned, slow and knowing, her confidence unshaken. She leaned back in her chair, taking her own glass in hand, the playful light returning to her eyes. “Margaritas,” she repeated, her tone carrying a hint of teasing warmth. “Good call. I’ll grab them,” Eiza said, standing from her chair with an easy smile that masked the racing thoughts beneath. As she walked to the kitchen, she allowed herself a moment, leaning against the cool surface of the island. Letting out a quiet breath, she muttered under her breath, “What the hell was I about to do?” A soft, self-deprecating laugh escaped her as she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Pulling the margarita mix from the fridge, she focused on the familiar rhythm of adding ice and tequila to the blender, hoping the hum of the machine would drown out the lingering heat of the moment.

Anne didn’t lie when she said she would have loved to become a Burlesque artist, “Right? there would be the perfect way to mix the mysterious of the night, music, dancing and sensuality, glam up every night. I think I would do that, maybe one of these nights we could go somewhere to enjoy of a burlesque show” the brunette said imaging all the things she could share with Eiza now that they were becoming that close. “Of course,” she nodded “it’s all about art for you. you mentioned it the other day, you love making people feel something and you are so good at it. trust me, and your power becomes much stronger than you think, and it becomes stronger here, face to face, maybe you should think about doing something in Broadway, people would love your presence on a stage like that” she assured and played with her glass a little while as she listened “but if you become a director, I would love to be directed by you, I think it could be intense… sensual” she said feeling her cheeks flushing just imagining, she knew she had to control herself, she took a sip from her mimosa and let the bubbling liquid refresh her throat a little and ease down the sensation of heat that was running through her body with every single touch or exchange they were having.

The food was exquisite, but the woman in front of her resulted even more so Anne once again forgot she was hungry before and she was now hungered by every word and every movement from the younger woman that was hypnotizing her “you have such a good taste, you are so much like me, then. I find really enjoyable these kinds of films where we have romance and erotic moments” she licked her lips after another sip while Eiza was preparing her next question, but nothing had prepared Anne for what she heard. She laughed nervously and her mind started to fly and wild thoughts started to fill her head. She cleared her throat and nervously, started to play with a lock of her dark and long hair “I was not expecting such a good question” she grinned “It allows me to play with my imagination and I apologize for how wild it can get” Anne said unapologetically too a sigh, her middle finger slowly started rubbing her glass thinking about all the possibilities and all the wishes that she had for them “Okay, only one wish? Damn, one wish is not enough for what I want to do with you… but well” Anne made a pause, her voice lowered and got deeper like if she was about to say one of her darkest secrets “one wish… I wish getting to work with you, exploring your wild side as an actor, spend hours and hours studying and preparing complex roles together, get passionate about it, feel how all your pores exhale passion for what you are doing and getting to see closely how you give your rawest performance… and even better if… well, do you remember what kind of film I’d love to do with you? something where we could explore the sexuality of two smart, intense and passionate women. I know work and pleasure should not be mixed but it would be a huge pleasure, almost erotic to see you acting and observe how you get immerse in a deep and dark character, having all kind of dark, twisted and deep scenes…that would be a whole fantasy” anne found herseld leaned forwards eiza, closer than she thought as she stared intently into her eyes and pillowed lips and then back to her dark eyes again, the older woman started to feel her body’s temperature increasing and her creative side awakening just thinking and imaging something like that, Anne moved back a little, she cleared her throat sitting properly, and exclaimed “margaritas! I think it’s time for strong margaritas and I can confess more wishes that come to my mind right now and you can tell me your craziest adventures and your secret wishes too” she winked

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Eiza’s dark eyes sparkled with intrigue as Anne leaned closer, the intimate energy between them growing stronger with each shared glance and word. Anne’s answer to the alternate life question made her laugh softly, her voice warm and melodic. “Healing by day and burlesque by night? That is the most Anne Hathaway answer I could’ve imagined—and yet, somehow, it makes perfect sense. I mean, who else could balance elegance, sensuality, and spirituality so effortlessly?” she teased, her lips curving into a sly smile. As Anne turned the question back on her, Eiza tilted her head, a playful yet thoughtful look in her eyes. “Me? A top model? Well, that’s flattering, but I think I’d have ended up doing something else artistic or cultural. All my life, all I’ve ever wanted to do is tell stories. If acting hadn’t worked out, I think I would’ve found another way—maybe writing, directing, or even curating art exhibits. As long as I could weave narratives that make people feel something, I’d be happy.” Her attention shifted as Anne took her first bite of the chilaquiles, and Eiza’s heart skipped a beat at the genuine delight that spread across her face. Anne’s reaction was everything she’d hoped for. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that,” Eiza said with a grin, her confidence surging at Anne’s glowing praise. “Mexican food is magic, and I had to make sure you got the full experience. But honestly? Watching you enjoy it like this might be even better than eating it myself.” Eiza watched intently as Anne stood to refill their glasses. Her gaze followed Anne’s every move, the fluid grace with which she carried herself commanding Eiza’s full attention. There was something so effortlessly captivating about her—each motion deliberate, each glance charged with warmth and charisma. Eiza couldn’t help but let her thoughts linger on how stunning this woman looked, the energy between them crackling just beneath the surface. When the other girl returned, handing Eiza her mimosa, their fingers brushed briefly, and Eiza allowed herself a lingering glance before raising her glass. “Indecent Proposal, huh?” she mused, taking a sip. “That’s not boring at all. It’s bold. It’s messy. And let’s be honest, who wouldn’t be drawn in by Demi Moore and Robert Redford?” she asked with a smirk. Eiza leaned forward, resting her chin lightly on her hand as she considered Anne’s playful challenge. “Alright, you want a question no one’s asked you before? Let’s see if I can live up to your expectations.” She let the silence hang for just a moment, her dark eyes locked on Anne’s, brimming with mischief. “If I told you I could grant one wish, but it had to involve the two of us, what would you wish for—and why does it feel like you’d make it impossible for me to say no?” The corner of her mouth lifted into a slow, teasing smile, and she added, “And don’t worry, I’ll let you think it over. And please, as if you could ever be boring. And mhm, I might have a few crazy stories but I think for that, we would need something stronger than mimosas”

Anne turned all her attention to the younger woman. This flattering feeling was something that Anne could get used to easily, especially by Eiza who seemed genuine and honest about her admiration for her, the back-haired women couldn’t stop smiling, she leaned against her hand while she listened to that energetic and lovely woman speaking fast and being curious about her. She couldn’t help but think how endearing she was, she found amusing how her eyes glistened as she made questions. Anne blinked a couple of times thinking carefully about her answer, her big eyes opened again and without taking her them off her she thought about her first answer “okay, i love this question... I have the answer for that, I was actually at a nightclub show in Spain and it was a burlesque show and I was so drawn to it, I realised that I probably would have gone into healing by day and been a burlesque artist by night.  So I probably would heal people with crystals by day" she chuckled "and then do like a really, really classy old school burlesque at night. wouldn't it be a nice balance?" anne replied with some excitement in her words as if it was something possible. "I don't see you as anything else but would you be a top model? or what would you be?" her plate full of chilaquiles, and while she waited for Eiza's answer, the brunette took the first taste of her food, Anne felt that sparks flew. It was the perfect mix of flavors, and she couldn’t believe Eiza had created this “This is so… good... it’s yummy! It doesn’t only look good, it tastes heavenly!” Anne said without exaggeration. She had a few more bites enjoying the food without guilt and not shy about savoring every bite. “Mexican food is going to become my favorite food” and even if she was enjoying it,  the chilaquiles and eggs had to wait for a moment because once again Eiza had stolen her attention, Anne nibbled her bottom lip and rested her arms over the table leaning over a little to look at the mexican beauty a little closer "mmmmh too many questions" she pursed her lips "I think, I am going to need another mimosa first -but, it's my turn, I can make these" she said grabbing Eiza's and her glass and stood up to walk where eiza had been previously and followed every step carefully to serve two mimosas and while she was doing it gracefully, every movement she made was slow and charged with femininity. "well, have you ever seen indecent proposal? that's one of my favorite guilty pleasures, everyone says it's an awful film, but I love it!! and maybe it's because I love Demi Moore and Robert Redford equally so i always lose my breathe when i see them in that film together" anne was coming back to the table and handed one of the glasses for eiza looking down at her with a smile "It would be easier if you make a question you think no one else has made me before" she said softly and sat down again "Meanwhile i'm going to think about the craziest thing I've done because I don't want to seem so boring for someone like you. i bet you have a lot of adventures to share, or am I wrong?"

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Anne’s words were like little sparks igniting Eiza’s confidence, and the soft brush of Anne’s hand on her arm sent an undeniable warmth through her. She grinned, the nerves that had gripped her earlier now melting away into something much more electric—boldness mixed with excitement. "If I knew you’d be this complimentary, I’d have invited you over ages ago," Eiza said with a playful smirk, leaning slightly closer. “You keep calling me out of this world, but have you looked in a mirror lately? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to focus when you’re sitting there, being the most enchanting person I’ve ever had brunch with.” Eiza reached for her glass and clinked it gently against Anne’s. “To our first drink together,” she said, her voice laced with sincerity. “And hopefully the first of many. But fair warning, this is just the start. I plan on getting to know everything about you, if you’ll let me. Every little thing that makes you, you. Because let’s be honest, you’re kind of an enigma, and I want all the details.”

She tilted her head, her dark eyes locked on Anne’s, full of curiosity and warmth. “So, let’s start with something fun. If you weren’t one of the most celebrated actresses on the planet, what do you think you’d be doing? Like, in another life, who would Anne Hathaway be? A writer? A painter? Maybe running a secret speakeasy somewhere?” Eiza’s grin widened as she gestured toward the table. “And while you think about that, I’m going to load your plate up with chilaquiles because I cannot have you saying this is too much when it’s just enough to properly spoil you.” She carefully served Anne. As she sat back down across from the fellow actress, she leaned forward slightly, her hands resting lightly on the table. “You said you’ve been counting the hours since we last talked,” she said softly, her voice taking on a more serious but still playful tone. “I’m pretty sure you just made my entire week with that. It’s nice to know the feeling is mutual because, honestly? I’ve been doing the same thing. And now that you’re here, I’m going to do my best to make sure you never want to leave.” Her eyes sparkled with playfulness as she raised her glass again to take a sip. “So, tell me all your secrets. Favorite guilty pleasure movie? The weirdest thing you’ve ever done on a whim? And what’s something about you that no one ever asks but you wish they would?” Eiza’s grin widened as she added, “No pressure, of course. I’ll keep the hard questions coming as long as you keep smiling like that.”

The atmosphere of Eiza’s house was beautiful, there was no doubt that every space was impregnated with the her essence and Anne was curious about finding out more about that enigmatic personality, Eiza was young but she seemed magnetic and really interesting, she knew that since the first moment she saw her in the screen, since then the young actress was stamped in her memory and she would recognize her in any movie or tv show she would appear, so now having her in front of her just confirmed how fascinating she was “It’s beautiful” she insisted as she walked over the dining table that was perfectly set up “God, Eiza. It seems like you are receiving someone from royalty” Anne’s smile placed on her face haven’t faded away since the moment she put her eyes on the brunette “do you like it? It’s all yours if you ever want it, it’s a vintage model and I want to wear something worthy for this big moment, but look at you, God!” Anne had to take a moment to process and find the right words to describe how beautiful Eiza was “you are out of this world” that’s all what anne managed to say and it didn’t express everything she was thinking at that moment.

Eiza’s attitude was adorable and just made Anne feel really special, Eiza didn’t know but it meant a lot for Anne, especially during this time in her life. “Everything seems delicious! You really spent the whole morning cooking, didn’t you?” anne was moved by the gesture “chilaquiles!” she exclaimed excitedly “they look so good! Mmmmh” Anne couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing, the fest she was about to have, the colors of the food, the smells, the perfect table. Anne touched her chest and let out a sigh “This is too much, you shouldn’t have” the brunette said, bringing her hand to touch Eiza’s arm gently, giving a couple of gentle strokes,  she bit her lip and pushed her hand off, when she realized that probably, she was being so intrusive,  but she was in need to get touchy feely towards the younger lady, “I might end in a food coma but i need to try everything” Anne laughed as she took seat and thanked for the first mimosa. Anne touched her cheek and laughed as Eiza confessed she was nervous and hearing about the crush she had on her, just made anne blush, it was mutual but the older woman here was anne, so she needed to act like an adult, even though it was almost impossible with the way eiza was spoiling her and making her feel like if she was the most attractive and interesting person in the world, something she hadn't felt in a while "you are the best host since the first minute so don't worry, you're doing this better than you know, and for me, it's a pleasure to see such a stunning host and chef, i'm ready to taste all this while i get to know more of you, i've been counting the hours since the last time we talked" she said in a more serious tone, her voice had softened and her brown eyes were stuck into eiza's beautiful dark eyes "thank you... i mean it" she said and winked before raising her glass "this is officially our first drink together so let's celebrate and enjoy this day together"

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Eiza’s heart did a little flip as Anne stepped inside, and for a second, she was convinced she might actually forget how to speak. Anne was even more radiant in person, her elegance and charm effortlessly amplified. If Eiza had thought her little crush was manageable before, that illusion was entirely shattered now. Anne’s compliment made her cheeks flush, and she laughed softly to hide the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. “Oh, stop it. You’re the one walking in here looking like a total goddess. That outfit? Perfection. And don’t even get me started on your hair—how does it always look this flawless? I swear, it’s like you just stepped off a movie set,” she teased, trying to steady her voice and keep her cool. When Anne handed her the wine and pastries, Eiza’s heart melted a little more. “You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you. Wine and pastries? Okay, I take it back—you can absolutely come here anytime you want. You’re spoiling me already,” she said with a beaming smile.

Gesturing toward the living room, Eiza caught herself fiddling with the hem of her cardigan, a nervous habit she hadn’t even realized she’d picked up until now. “Please, make yourself at home. I’ve been here for a couple of years now. It’s my little sanctuary in the chaos of L.A. You have a place here, right? You mentioned that now you spend most of your time in Connecticut?” She reached for two glasses, pouring mimosas to give her hands something to do. She led Anne toward the beautifully laid-out table, her excitement battling with her nerves. “Okay, so I might have gone overboard,” Eiza admitted, gesturing to the spread. “We’ve got Mexican classics like chilaquiles and huevos rancheros, and then waffles and bacon for a more traditional American touch. I figured I’d cover all the bases. But if you leave hungry, just know I’ll never recover from the shame.” The actress said with a chuckle. Eiza found herself sneaking quick glances at her, and with each one, her confidence began to grow. Anne’s smile lit up the room, every word she spoke so genuine, so warm, that it made Eiza feel not just lucky, but deserving of this moment. “Actually having you here feels… surreal,” she said, her voice soft at first, but then, with a playful grin, she added, “I have to say, though,” Eiza continued, her voice steadier now, “It’s a bit dangerous having you here. You’re even more stunning and charming in person, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to focus on being a good host when you’ve got me feeling like I’ve stepped into my own movie moment.”

A few times in Anne’s life things come out so naturally, especially when it was about meeting someone and creating a connection with someone, she´s just met. Eiza was a woman she admired and she had seen through the years growing as an actress and a celebrity in the difficult and chaotic world of Hollywood. Anne promised Eiza she would be at her place during the morning and she wouldn’t break that promise.

There was a nervous feeling in her system as she was getting ready, it was a private brunch but still she wanted to look good and don’t disappoint, dressed in an ivory white retro minidress with black opaque tights and a black knee-high suede boots, she capped the ensemble with a black and white geometric pattern oversized blazer, her famous long, dark hair loose over her shoulders and a subtle and very natural make up, with just her address in her phone and a bottle of wine and a cake from her favorite baking shop in town,  Anne adventured to drive herself, she didn’t want rumors or gossips about her visiting a fellow Hollywood star, she promised discretion and a day only for them and that was exactly what she needed. When the door was opened, Anne characteristic smile showed up in all its splendor with the vision of that beautiful girl in front of girl, she definitely was more gorgeous in person "Hi!!" anne said excitedly and making a cute triumphant little dance before extending her arms to hug Eiza, still holding the bags in her hands, she managed to tightened the embrace "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!" she exclaimed pulling the younger woman away just to take another look of her beauty "you are beautiful!" of course eize must know she was stunning but anne couldn't help but repeat it because she was struck by the beauty of that woman "i brought some things, i know you said i shouldn't, but i couldn't come her with empty hands, wine and some pastry to share" she said handing her the paper bags she was holding. she took a deep sigh trying to ease down the nerves and took a look around the beautiful place "wow! your home is beaituful" anne exclaimed as she took off her coat walking inside following her beautiful host "how long have you been living here?" she asked while she admired the exquisite taste in every detail.