I think we should get together now.. WLW ( strictly )

craving more *

A/N: finally wrote it 👀 have fun readinggg

Eleanor and Blair had discovered a new level of intimacy and passion, and it was clear that one taste of their connection had only fueled their desire for more. The days that followed their first intense encounter were filled with an electric tension, an unspoken understanding that they both wanted more.

Whenever Eleanor and Blair were together, the air around them seemed to crackle with energy. In the quiet moments, their hands would find each other, fingers intertwining in a way that spoke volumes. Their gazes lingered longer, filled with a longing that was impossible to ignore. It was as if a barrier had been broken, and now there was no going back.

In the days that followed their first intense encounter, Blair found herself thinking about Eleanor constantly. The way Eleanor had taken control, the raw passion in her touch, it all left Blair wanting more. She craved the feeling of Eleanor's hands on her skin, the way her kisses could make her forget everything else. Blair's body ached with a desire that only grew stronger each time she saw Eleanor, each time their eyes met across a room or their hands brushed in passing.

Eleanor, too, was finding it harder to keep her thoughts focused on anything but Blair. Her mind kept drifting back to the feel of Blair's body against hers, the way Blair had responded to her touch with such eagerness. Eleanor's desire for Blair was insatiable, and she found herself constantly seeking out moments when they could be alone together. The intensity of their connection was like a fire that couldn't be quenched, burning hotter with each passing day.

One evening, they found themselves alone in Eleanor's living room again. The tension between them was palpable, each glance and touch charged with an unspoken need. Eleanor pulled Blair close, her hands roaming over Blair's back as their lips met in a heated kiss. The intensity of their desire was overwhelming, and it wasn't long before Eleanor's hands were exploring Blair's body with a familiarity that spoke of their growing bond. Blair's breath hitched as Eleanor's touch ignited a fire within her, and she knew that this was just the beginning.

Their nights together became a dance of passion and intimacy, each encounter leaving them both wanting more. Blair would lie awake at night, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking, her mind replaying every moment in vivid detail. She found herself longing for the next time she could feel Eleanor's hands on her skin, the next time their bodies could come together in that perfect, consuming way.

Eleanor was no different. She would wake up in the middle of the night, her body aching with the need to touch Blair, to feel her warmth beside her. Each time they were together, it only made her hunger for Blair grow stronger. The way Blair responded to her touch, the way she whispered Eleanor's name in the heat of the moment, it was all Eleanor could think about.

Their connection was undeniable, a force that drew them together again and again. They spent every possible moment wrapped in each other's arms, their desire for each other growing with each passing day. Eleanor's dominant touch and Blair's eager response created a perfect harmony, a balance of power and passion that left them both breathless and yearning for more. "yearning for the..."

As they navigated this new level of their relationship, Blair and Eleanor knew that they had found something special. Their bond was deepening with each encounter, their trust in each other growing stronger. They were discovering new facets of their desires, exploring the depths of their connection in ways they had never imagined. And as they held each other close, their hearts beating in sync, they knew that they were only at the beginning of their journey together.

"Blair, I can't stop thinking about you," Eleanor confessed one night, their bodies entwined on the couch. Blair looked up at her, her eyes filled with adoration. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "Every time we're apart, all I can think about is being with you again."