Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 14

Lizzie waited for your answer after she asked to talk with you. You took another deep sigh before you excused yourself from Aaron. You followed her to a more secluded part of the room. “Yes, Ms. Olsen. Is everything okay?”

“You speak Russian too?!” She asked in an irritated tone, ignoring your question. “Uh, yeah I do.” The music in the background somehow gets louder forcing both of you to get closer to talk. “I didn’t know you speak Russian. What other languages do you speak? Spanish? Italian?” She let out whatever first sarcastic comment that popped in her mind in a mocking tone.

“Actually, yes, I also speak Spanish. Why do you want to know? So you can be more careful when you want to talk sh*t about me next time?” You snapped back at her with a displeasure remark.

What you just said is like adding gasoline to her burning fire of rage. “This is exactly the same bullshit with you speaking french all of a sudden at the Paris market.” Just like what happened in Paris, her ego tried to disguise her embarrassment with anger. She doesn’t want to admit she is at fault. You scoffed with disbelief.

Annoyance is building and tension is floating in the air as if it’s watching both of you from above. Despite the annoyance you feel towards her, there is this little yet strong bundle of feeling that gives you the urge to be closer to her. All your senses are enchanted by her charm, her scent, her voice, even your finger still reminisces the feel of her skin.

You slowly step closer to her. and closer. and closer. She walks back from you as soon as she sees you taking steps closer. An intense gaze was locked between you two while every one step closer you took, she would take a step back until there’s no longer space for her. She was stuck by the wall behind her. You put your right hand next to her head. Her breath hitch by the second you lean closer into her. Caged by you and the wall. There was barely an inch gap between your faces. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breath caused by her anger and nervousness. Her breath softly touches your face so does yours to hers. The smells of both of your perfumes collide with each other’s sense of smells.

“Well, you should've known what languages I speak. It’s on my resume.” You said in an annoyed firm tone locking your annoyed gaze at her mesmerizing green eyes. Both of yours and Lizzie’s eyes flickering from each other's eyes to each other's faces. Her vivid green eyes quickly yet intensely observe every inch of your face, every curve and line but it stops when she lays her gaze on your lips, her lips then slightly open just enough to let out a soft shaky exhale.

As much as she wants to move away from you, deep down she is trying to find an excuse to stay. Unconsciously tricks every single of her brain cells to tell herself that there's no way out from you. Like a little prey helplessly trapped yet still trying to fight back. The more she tries to fight whatever this is, the more she’s sunk deeper that makes her heart in turmoil. All of this occurred so fast yet felt like the time stopped that she could pay attention to every detail that all of her senses have encountered.

She swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, hoping it would wash any nervous feeling that dominates her at this moment. The nervousness was surprisingly gone but quickly replaced by her embarrassment which of course followed by her anger to cover it. “And why the hell should I read your resume?” Lizzie retorted louder in an even angrier tone, the more embarrassed she is the angrier she gets. Deep down she knows she’s being irrational, but again her ego gets the best of her.

“So you won’t freak out EVERY. DAMN. TIME I speak a different language or when you find out something about me or- or -or when I do something at work. Hell, I would let you read everything about me from my resume to my social media if it can make you act more rational than this and less annoying! Gosh! I can’t stand you sometimes!”It’s getting harder for you to not get upset at her, you started to ramble in exasperation. You were silent for a little bit to take a breath, and of course your eyes back to hers.