Eleanor's Netflix show is interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach. She glances at the clock and notices that it's nearing eight. She's been watching her show for three hours and has forgotten about dinner all together. Cursing under her breath, she heads to the kitchen wondering if Harry has done the shopping. 

It's not a surprise when she comes back empty-handed. She decides on ordering a pizza. It doesn't take long for her to place her order. Once the order's placed she hears a soft knock at the door. 

Eleanor figures it's Harry coming home after his night out. Tonight's one of the rare occasions that Harry's going out to Louis'. Normally, Simon doesn't allow it, but Harry managed to convince him otherwise. 

It's been nearly a year since Louis broke up with her and for the first time Eleanor can say that she's finally over him. She thinks it has something to do with living with Harry and seeing him move on, but she'll never know for sure. 

Eleanor snaps back into reality and opens the door. Taylor stands in it, one hand raised as if she were about to knock once again. Eleanor raises an eyebrow at Taylor. As if getting back into character, Taylor crosses her arms across her chest and allows herself in. 

"Simon sent me," Taylor explains. Eleanor follows Taylor into her sitting room. Taylor glances across the room, her gaze landing on Eleanor's abandoned Netflix show. 

"Grace and Frankie, seriously," Taylor questions. Eleanor finds herself blushing. 

When the show first hit Netflix a month ago Eleanor didn't want to even consider watching it. Grace and Frankie's stories were way too similar to Eleanor's. She figured she wouldn't want to live through it again. However, her temptation finally go ahold of her and she watched the first episode. It was strangely nice to see the two characters going through a situation similar to hers. Of course, not everyone in the world can relate to their long-term partners coming out as gay. 

"Look, my dinner's being delivered as we speak, so it's probably best you leave," Eleanor snaps. Taylor rests her hands on her hips as she looks over Eleanor. Eleanor immediately feels small under Taylor's tough gaze, but she doesn't allow it to show. 

She refuses to let other people's opinions hurt her anymore. After the Zouis comments Eleanor figured she needed to toughen up if she wanted to make it anywhere in life. She couldn't let small things eat away at her anymore. Taylor's the first person to test Eleanor's new stance on life and Eleanor refuses to give her the satisfaction. 

"Looking like that? You're seriously going to open a door to someone in that state," Taylor asks. Eleanor expects to hear Taylor's words laced with poison with the intend on hurting her. Instead, she finds that Taylor actually believes what she says. The shift, momentarily,  takes Eleanor's breath away. However, she doesn't let the moment last. 

"Unlike you, I don't have time to concern myself with how other people see me. Putting on makeup just to greet a delivery-boy isn't something I'm into," Eleanor snaps back. She sees something flash across Taylor's blue eyes that lifts the usual coldness. Before she has time to register what emotion it is, the coldness has taken it's place again. 

"I don't put on makeup just for delivery-boys. There isn't a day in my life where I go out without at least lipstick. Lipstick, lashes, and brows frame your face, but any good model would know that already," Taylor lashes. Both girls know Taylor went for a low-blow, but Eleanor pulls a smile across her face. She wouldn't let the comments get to her. She inhales a beat and exhales another. 

"Look, if it's seriously that big of a deal and if it'll shut you up, fine. Go get a lipstick shade and paint my lips any color you want as long as promise to leave me alone afterwards," Eleanor says. She speaks dangerously calm. Eleanor can see the internal battle going on in Taylor's head, but finally she gives in. 

"Deal, what shades do you have," Taylor asks. Eleanor points towards her toilet, making the girl give her some peace even if only for a second. 

"First room on your left. There's a few shades in a box," Eleanor explains. Once Taylor leaves to fetch the shades Eleanor collapses on the sofa. 

She figures she can stand putting on some lipstick if it means Taylor won't bother her anymore. Of course there's a voice in the back of her head telling her that Taylor isn't above lying, but Eleanor doesn't allow her mind to go there. 

Taylor comes back a moment later holding a pink shade that Eleanor's never opened. She sits next to Eleanor on the couch and tucks strands of blond hair behind her ear. Taylor glances up at Eleanor and taps her chin before nodding. 

"This shade would look great with your hair and complexion. I'm surprised you haven't opened it yet," Taylor says. Her tone is softer than anything Eleanor's ever heard. Eleanor realises that Taylor must actually enjoy doing makeup. Eleanor reaches out to take the lipstick from Taylor wanting for the moment to be over, but Taylor doesn't let her have it. 

"I'll do it," Taylor breathes. Eleanor rolls her eyes, but reminds herself that it's all for a good cause. One smear of lipstick and Taylor is out of her life, at least for a while. 

Taylor scoots a little closer to Eleanor, untwisting the cap of lipstick. Eleanor glances at the pink color coming to the conclusion that it did look like her shade. She also has no clue why she hasn't opened it yet, she figures she must've just forgotten it existed. 

The pop-star scoots in close enough that Eleanor can make out the small details in her eyes. Eleanor watches as the coldness starts to melt away, revealing a new side of the the other girl. Eleanor doesn't know what to make of it, but she does realise there's been a shift in the atmosphere.

Eleanor becomes confused as Taylor lets her hand go limp and allows the lipstick to go forgotten on her coffee table. Taylor's blue eyes glance across Eleanor's face in a way far from scrutinising. Blue eyes glance down and rest on Eleanor's unpainted lips. Eleanor wants to push the girl away for making things so tense, but she's frozen in place. 

Taylor slowly moves her face closer until their noses are brushing. Eleanor doesn't know what to make of the situation, but she feels her face being drawn in. The familiar scent of homemade cookies washes over her as Eleanor gets a smell of Taylor's perfume. A combination of the intense environment and the comforting smell leads Eleanor to push closer. 

Their lips brush softly, barely enough for Eleanor to even recognise it's happening. They push closer, forcing their lips together once again. The moment is intense and Eleanor feels as if the whole world is collapsing outside of the small bubble the pair have made. 

The atmosphere grows hungry as Eleanor kisses Taylor hard, hands flying to her blond hair. The feeling of the girl's lips were nothing Eleanor's ever felt before. Taylor's are soft and slightly clay-like from the lipstick. Eleanor doesn't mind and instead kisses her further. 

Taylor's the one to slow the pace. Pulling back now and again to make sure the two breath it in. Their lips move slower after a while all open mouthed and tongue-y, but neither care. The sound of a fist on the front door sends Eleanor flying across the room. 

"The pizza's here," Taylor mumbles. 

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Hey guys! Idk I felt like updating so here it is. In case you don't know what Grace and Frankie is, it's about two women who find out their husbands are in a gay relationship. It's a really good show on Netflix. Thanks for reading and I hope enjoyed! ~B

Bonus goal: Wait till Friday

QOTC: Thoughts on Eleanor and Taylor?