Invisible String [T.S-E.S BOOK ONE]

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*Major tone shift after, but the beginning gets...spicy. Not full on smut, just the beginnings*

December 7th, 2013

Eleanor's early morning runs with Spence were her favorite. It made her feel good for once, a feeling she got only with Taylor. With Taylor though, she always felt as if it wasn't her. She felt like Taylor was the only reason she could feel good again and it was terrifying. But when she ran with Spence, that fear went away because it was proof that she was actually getting better and she could potentially rely on herself. It was hopeful.

Taylor loved her renewed confidence and lust for life, but she was still on guard. She knew it could turn on a dime and she had to be ready. It may seem like a lot for one person, but she'd do anything for her girlfriend.

"Morning!" Eleanor burst into the apartment, a grin on her face as she let Spence out of his harness.

Taylor giggled as she watched her girlfriend move around the kitchen.

"Hey babe. Good run?" The blonde asked, as she sat down across from her at the kitchen counter.

"The best." She grinned, pouring milk into her cereal. "I love running in Nashville, it's not as cold as Jersey."

Eleanor had been in Nashville with Taylor for a month now, with no intention of leaving until the season started. The domesticity of it all made it that much easier to stay sober. She had her lifeline within arms reach at all time. She had a reason to get better.

Said reason was staring her down as she took down her cereal, an amused and...indiscernible look on her face.

"That is a horrible way to start your day." Taylor chuckled as she watched her girlfriend scarf down the sugary cereal.

"I'm out of season." Eleanor shrugged with a grin.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "You've got to keep up your athletic ability."

"What do you think I was just doing?" Eleanor laughed incredulously. "And you shouldn't buy it if you don't want me to have it."

Taylor raised an eyebrow, a dangerous look on her face. "Oh really, now? Am I your mother?"

Eleanor gulped, carefully thinking over her next move. She loved Taylor more than most things in the world (Taylor had yet to topple soccer) and she prided herself on knowing the singer very well. And that look meant trouble. Eleanor was either going to end up in the doghouse or in bed. It all depended on what she said next.

"Of course not." Eleanor began, watching Taylor's face. There was a hint of amusement. The blonde was enjoying watching her squirm. "You're my girl. My incredibly sexy girl who I love so much and hate making mad."

A small grin could be seen forming on Taylor's face. She definitely was amused by her girlfriend's desire to please. She had never expected it, but Eleanor Slater was turning out to be quite the bottom for her. Most of the time. Taylor enjoyed the times she topped, but she always needed a while to recover.

"Come on." Taylor beckoned her. "You need some conditioning."

Eleanor dropped her spoon in her bowl and immediately followed her girlfriend like a lost puppy. She was so screwed.

Taylor locked the door to prevent two certain pets from interrupting them. The sound of the lock sent a shiver down El's spine as she waited dumbly in anticipation for what was to come.

"You're in trouble." Taylor confirmed, a wicked grin on her face. "Get on the bed."

Now, Eleanor had never not been a top in her limited experiences with women before Taylor, but something about the singer made her want to do whatever she was told. So, she sat her ass down on the edge of the bed.