#eloise x rick || fool me once fool me twice are you death or paradise?

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our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited. (Bond)

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Rick couldn’t even remember how much time passed after he last had been in London since his last mission brought him all over the world. He also didn’t know what he had to expect today on this event, all that was certain was that he had to meet some clients and hopefully he would find a company for the night so he could forget about the long sleepless nights he had because of not seeing Eloise, the woman that just didn’t leave his memory. He had missed her deeply and he still wasn’t used to that damn feeling of being weak for someone like that. Someone who was able to control his mind without her even being around. At first it bugged him, but with the time he didn’t even want to remember how it felt before she came into his life.

Rick was sipping on his whisky as his eyes went up again cause he spotted some people in the back who seemed familiar. Carefully he stepped closer to hear their voices and there it was, that common tone that always was able to soothe him. “Miss Le Roux.” He murmured politely as his hand went on her back to make her turn around. No, this wasn’t what he had expected and had he known she was here he wasn’t even sure if he would have come, fearful of their next meeting cause they sometimes could turn rough. Eloise destroyed his doubts within seconds cause her smile was soft as ever, beautiful and strong just like he remembered her and without contradicting she followed his gesture of his head, her arm wrapping around his as they walked along the hallway.

“I didn’t know you’re here.” He admitted and caused a smirk on her lips.

“Oh I thought so. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come, ain’t I right Mister Grimes?” Well, so much about her capability to read him still and he could only scoff as he opened a door for them to disappear into one of the offices nearby. As soon as the door closed again he pushed her against the wall, placing his glass on the nearby cabinet to touch her face with a tilted head.

“You’re right. I didn’t know if our meeting would be a pleasant one.” Even if he still didn’t dare to kiss her, it was obvious he had to hold himself back since his feet were stepping next to hers so he could lean against her even more. Damn, her scent was still intriguing and he felt how the alcohol mixed so nicely with the desire he had for her while her hands just wandered flatly along his chest.

“Oh I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure we can make it a pleasant one, don’t you think?” Of course it was pleasant already and his former words were just chosen to test her reaction. See if she would pull away or give in but now it got clear that they probably felt the same.

“More pleasant than this?” he asked as one of his hands slipped under her dress by using the long slit at the side of her leg, grabbing her ass to pull her closer against his hips. The short gasp leaving her mouth was indeed noticable and with an amused grin she arched her head back and nodded.

“So much more.” Her lips were trembling while she spoke but the way of pronouncing the more gave him the sign he needed to go on and catch her lips with his own. It was a desperate kiss that made his mind even more blurry than any alcohol could, exchanging all of his morals with a desperate need that must be fed. While Eloise worked on his pants, Ricks hand under her dress grabbed her panties to lower them far enough to fall down to her ankles. Without a question he turnt her around, snapping one of his hands immediately back around her chin to kiss her again while her dress was pushed up high enough to reveal her pretty hips. He had to lower his knees to find her entrance, the first thrust joined by a desperate moan that filled each others mouths during their kiss. Everything around them blurred and the only soft thing being left was the way she hold onto his wrist to stripe her thumb along his pulse over and over again as if she needed to reassure herself this was real, that he was still alive.

“Tell me there was no other.” She suddenly whined but only made him bite her lips more to shut her up.

“No other.” He promised and knew he could never lie to her. Maybe this was the only reassurance she needed to let herself go completely cause shortly after her hands both rested flatly against the wall so Rick could pull her hips back to thrust into her harder and in a faster pace. Rick wanted to be careful not to ruin her dress and kept his hand on her back to push her down, not even feeling the sequin under his tips cause his whole body was full of arousal that nearly made him collapse under the intense act. Luckily the desperate longing they apparently had over the last weeks had been strong enough to maximize their passion enough so that their climax wasn’t far. This wasn’t about making love anyways, it was a point he wanted proven and the same reason must have been something that pushed Eloise over the edge so fast whose back wanted to arch up as her orgasm overran her since he didn’t allow her to move from her bent position until he rode out his orgasm himself. Rick noticed that she nearly lost her stand, but he begged her for just a moment longer to fill her up so his cum wouldn’t run down her thighs. His arm wrapped around her helped her to not fall on her knees and with his last strength he stepped forward so she could lean against the wall properly again after he was emptied himself. Softly he kissed her neck and up to her ear where she could feel his hard breaths stroke along her fine skin. “I guess I missed you.” He confessed to get one of her beautiful smiles from her until she was able to kiss him again as her breath calmed.

“I guess I felt that.” And he hoped that her guess was as much as a lie as his was cause he damn well knew how much he missed her, his eyes looking at her hair to softly stroke along her strains correcting any hair that could be messed up. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he knew no matter how many miles he would travel all over the globe. And finally he had found the company he wanted for this night. And for every night that would follow.

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"i woke up, & you were gone.”  (Bond)

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“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t want to wake you—“ She stands at his now closed bedroom door, holding a paper bag and a tray of coffees. “I had a call…and thought you might be hungry.” She wasn’t even thinking about what it might look like—especially since perhaps it might’ve been an opportunity she would’ve taken in the past. Not with him. Not anymore.

“Hey…” Immediately, without a thought, she sets the food down and crawls back into the bed and fully into his lap as she takes his face into her hands, searching the adorn gaze that feels almost undeserving. A pregnant pause, staring into pits of blue that somehow hold far greater warmth than even the sun could must. Arms envelope his neck, holding tightly to fully prove her presence, fierce and weighted—her entire body pushing him back to lay down, mounted on top in a tight embrace. “I’m right here.” She whispers, muffled behind skin.

It’s impossible to navigate how much time passes until she finally lifts her head up to look at him, love struck hues basking in the glory that was her heart. He has not only won it, but continues to cherish its slow-to-give embrace that continues to learn how to give only more. He has found the attempt and the reach enough to split and share his own heart and for that she could never express the graciousness she feels for his patience. Far too patient than her.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, baby…” Her forehead presses into his, humming in order to fully enunciate the depth that fills her chest until all she can do is her lips speak greater volumes than words could, enveloping his in a soft, yet desperate strife as fingers search his jaw, yearning for the foundation. “I’m not going anywhere, Rick. No more leaving.”

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❛ what i have with you, i don’t want with anyone else. ❜ (bond)

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“Rick—”

Tears well immediately, gaze falling as she can’t muster to look him in the eye. The tears are hot and spilling, letting out a quiet cry as hands immediately raise to wipe them away.

“But, you could have a life without me.” Her voice breaks, grinded and raw as finally storming eyes meet his. “You—deserve a life. Someone who…doesn’t have to hide…or…lie. What I would give for you have that. To be able to give that to you.” There’s no use in stopping the tears as she uses her hands to gesture, nearly pulling at her chest to articulate how this feels.

“There’s no one that I ever loved more…than you. I just need you to know that it’s okay. To choose for you.” Even if that choice wasn’t her.

“I love you…” She whispers as she’s afraid that if she says it any louder that someone will hear and this will all be taken from her. This feels like the first times she’s ever said it aloud despite her knowing she has said it. Has she? Or was it only her dreams.

He knows. He has said it before, vowed it, promised it.

“I just hope that that’s enough…”

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🛩  for  your muse  to  surprise  mine  by  making  it  home  for  the  holidays

On purpose Rick didn’t call her as he arrived at the airport. Maybe she was already wondering why he didn’t text her yet, but his mission ended earlier than expected and since he knew how much Christmas meant to her he wanted his return to be the present no money could buy.

It was already in the middle of the night as he arrived at her home and as always she fell asleep in the living room, probably waiting for his call. Carefully he knocked against the big windows, waiting until she opened her eyes and blinked a few times in surprise. Just in her pajamas she was opening the terrace door and her eyes widened still in confusion. “Oh my god, am I dreaming?” she asked as his arms wrapped around her waist to pull her close, his head gesturing inside.

“If this is what your dreams look like, I take it. Go inside.” His black coat was covered in snowflakes and his hair was lightly wet as she slipped her fingers through his strains while their lips met in a kiss that was barely interrupted as he closed the door behind them. Usually when he met Eloise she was always dressed up, the most elegant dresses he had ever seen and pencil skirts that stole everyone’s breath, but now she looked so down to earth. Messy hair, a Christmas pajama, cozy socks and no make up. He noticed how it must have been embarrassing for her since she hid her face against his chest with a giggle and mumbled “I didn’t expect you… I’m not dressed…” but Rick was convinced that he had never seen her as beautiful as right now.

“Oh I hope you didn’t expect me. What kind of surprise would it have been if you’d have known? Sorry I didn’t call earlier, I didn’t want to ruin this moment.” His cold hands grabbed her face to make her look up, his thumbs caressing her skin until she kissed them both, her cheeks flushing in a flattering red. “Merry Christmas. I hope I’m not too late?”

Eloise shook her head and pressed her lips on his again. “You’re just in time.”

“And you’re dressed too much. Just like me.” he replied in a hush, his hands already fiddling with his coat to throw it over the nearby chair.

“Your hair is wet, I didn’t notice it started snowing again.” Her eyes shortly wandered to her windows again where the snow was still dancing in the garden, but Rick didn’t want her to give her precious attention to anything else than him and grabbed her face another time.

“Warm me then.”

The giggle that followed was the best sound he heard in a long time and the playful tease with her hands dancing along his chest as if he was a piano was just as perfect as her whole presence. “Oh I guess if you’re my present then I can unpack you, can’t I?”

“You should.” Rick corrected her and grabbed her hands to lead them to the buttons of his plaid before their lips collided again and led them step by step back to the couch where he found her on.

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[hugs for a very long time] (bond)

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There she was. The beauty herself. The goddess coming from his dreams and stepping into reality as soon as her arms closed so tight around him. “God I missed you so much.” he mumbled, his breath shaking as he inhaled the common scent of hers. Too long he feared he would forget how this feels, forget how she looks like when she was everything he wanted to see.

With closed eyes he kept her close, his hands sliding to her hair to caress her head with gentle strokes while his knees felt like giving in. The strong man, the protector, the agent… everything he ever learnt felt useless in her presence cause she could unarm him with a simple touch. Who gave her such a power over him and why was he a victim of his own heart with her?

“I thought about you. Every last second you were the only thing I thought about. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I never want you to stop.”

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“Take me with all of my beautiful scars.” (Bond)

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“Eloise…” he mumbled with a lowered head, not believing what he was hearing cause for him she had been flawless from day one. Rick didn’t care if she had scars, if she made mistakes or would look like a different person when he met her next, for him she was just perfect and had been exactly that since his eyes first saw her.

Again the back of his hand slipped along her arms that were covered in a silky bathrobe. The only light in his dark hotel room was that tiny lamp in the back and the moon that shined perfectly on her blonde hair which made her seem even more like the golden Angel he reminded her as. She was absolutely stunning and he still couldn’t believe that she actually agreed to come over to his room when he still couldn’t be sure on which side she was on. Now she was here, flesh and blood, alive and breathing and even if the robe was probably the only thing she wore, he knew he had to be careful with every next step he would take. “I’d take you with a thousand scars. I’d take you with messed hair and without money. All of it never mattered to me. For me… you have no scars, no flaws, no sharp edges. You are perfect.” And what could he even say? His body was marked with scars, especially the back that still wore the marks from the torture he went through as some of his enemies tried to get information and he needed to save time. He knew the price of scars, what it meant to get them but in no way they could ever scare him away from her.

“Question is: will you take me with all of mine?” She had always seen him in a suit and now it was the first time he was standing here in boxers and a shirt, which be usually never took off even if he was alone. He hated mirrors in his bathroom cause he couldn’t bear to see the bullet holes on his shoulder and waist neither the big cuts caused by whips, burning iron and knives on his back. But if he really wanted to convince her to trust him here, he had to give more than usual calming words and he was ready to risk it all.

With a deep breath he stepped back, grabbing his shirt to pull it over his head and walked back closer to open her crossed arms that desperately tried to cover her chest and keep her robe closed. “You can trust me.” he reassured her and led her hand to his chest, right above his heart where he had little scratches that weren’t from attackers but the worst enemy of all: himself whenever he couldn’t deal with his own face anymore. Slowly her eyes lowered to his chest, exploring his skin what allowed him to open the knot of her belt. With a soft whisper he asked “May I?” and without saying a word she just nodded and let his hands pass her shoulders to slide down the soft fabric from her perfect skin.

For a moment she released her hand from him just to let the robe fall down from her arms and there she stood: completely naked and vulnerable, with marks but in no way with flaws that he would ever notice. Instead his fingers reached for her collarbones, dancing along them with his tips to run along every of her shapes where scars only faded in the dark. For the first time he wasn’t the only one being afraid of his scars and it even allowed him to focus on hers in this moment and forget about his own. Her flaws made him forget about his own and together they made each other invincible as he kissed every last of the scars he found with trembling lips. There were no words spoken, no gestures made or needed. He just praised every last inch of her by kisses that should tell her he loved all of these marks since they were hers.

After kissing the last one he turnt back to her, cupping her face with a gentle smile before he nudged his face against hers. “You’re perfect. And I still want you the same way I wanted you before. And if you want to tell me every last story behind these and ask me to punish the ones that did this to you, tell me and I will. You’re the queen I would obey to, no matter the order. I promise.”

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