Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 19

Another night has passed, another day has come. The energy draining day from yesterday pulled both of you deep in your slumber. The Comic Con event is done, there's nothing planned for today except to drive back home so there's no obligation for both of you to wake up early whatsoever. Yes, both of you slept in.

You are slowly woken up with the feeling your right arm felt slightly numb. You felt a little weight on your chest. You opened your eyes and were surprised with the view of Lizzie sleeping on your chest with her hand wrapped around you.. Her head and some strains of her hair gently touch your jaw. Your hand was on her back. One of her legs is between your legs. You tried to check the time, but the little movement you made just made her snuggle into you more and hug you tighter followed by taking a deep breath and letting out a soft comfortable hum. You secretly feel comfort from this.

It's not that you are taking advantage of this situation, you respect her very much despite the arguments you had or her attitudes she gave you before. It's just because you know she's tired. As much as you want to get up and prepare everything ready for her, you decide to just lay there and let her sleep a little longer. The scents of her hair caught on the air in every breath you take, it's like a sedative for you. Calming and let you easily lay there for another twenty minutes even though all you see is just the ceiling of the hotel.

Your mind is thinking about many things from this trip. You think how cute she was last night enjoying her ice cream. You remember her smile. The best part is her laughter. You even think you will do anything just to hear her laugh again. Yes, you know maybe it sounds exaggerated but that thought really popped in your head and now for sure will live rent free in your head.

You also remember how she was in the conversation with you last night and it makes you smile. A different smile that you haven't had for a while, well to be more specifically a smile you haven't had since your last break up. Geez, why on earth do you think about it this far. She's your client, you have to stay professional. Especially after Mitch bragged about how professional you are to Jane and Lizzie. You close your eyes to shake off all those crazy thoughts.

All the thought stopped easier when Lizzie started to wake up. You decided to pretend to be asleep because you know she would be so embarrassed and freak out if she knew that you knew she was sleeping hugging you. You heard a soft gasp from her as she moved away from you. "Shit!" She mumbled under her breath. You can feel that she sat up. "Y/n. Are you awake?" She whispered as if she just wanted to check if you know what's going on or if you are in deep sleep, so you didn't answer and still pretend that you are sleeping. "Okay, good." You heard her whisper talking with herself sounds relieved.

You felt that she got off the bed, so you decided to "wake up". "Good morning Ms. Olsen." You stretch. "Good morning y/n. I'm gonna start to get ready so we can go home soon." She looks nervous, her cheeks even blushed as she walks to the bathroom. "Okay." You smiled, tried to hold yourself not to tease her about what's going on.

Everything is ready to go, both of you are ready to go. It's 11 AM, check out time anyway. So both of you walked towards the door. You walk a little behind her, then she stops promptly in her walk and looks back to the bedroom for a few seconds. You got confused and you look back as well then look back at her. "Is everything okay Ms. Olsen? Did you forget something?" You ask in a confused tone. "Uh yeah everything okay. Just checking if I get everything." Then she turns around and walks towards the door with a little faster pace, with her head slightly facing down, leaving you behind.

Little did you know, she didn't tell you the truth. She looked back as if she wanted to have a flashback one last time of EVERY. SINGLE. THING that happened in that room, with you.

You are driving home. You want to have some music played while driving. So you thought you'd ask her to play some music, a certain music. "Can we play ---" Lizzie cuts your unfinished question. "My car, my choice of music." She smiled victoriously knowing that she just served you back your own sarcastic remark you said to her on your first day of work. You gasped dramatically as if it surprised you "hmm.. My playlist is on your playlist anyway." You answer her with a tease right away with a teasing smile as well.