Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 24

A/N: Hello, I would like to say thank you for your caring respond about my meltdown yesterday. I really appreciate it. As a thank you and my appreciation to you, I decided to post this chapter today. Sorry it's way later than the usual hour, I was in the mood to write a long and full of emotions chapter so I take out and add some things on this chapter that I had in my draft. I proofread this but still might missed some errors. Anyway, enjoy!  :D

You are getting ready for today. Lizzie and other Marvel casts have an interview on Ellen DeGeneres talk show and not just that before they get on stage, they will have a meet and greet with fans so there will be a lot of people out there coming to see Lizzie and the others. In the middle of getting ready, you need to grab your shoes in your car only to find out that today is not your lucky day. You forgot to park your car in the garage. All four tires of your car were all slashed and flat now.

"Oh my God! You gotta be kidding me! Shit!" The best solution that you can come up with is to ask her to pick you up and go with her. She understands the situation and agrees to come at the set time you both planned.

Lizzie is ready earlier than she thought. She is thinking about coming in thirty minutes earlier. Deep down she wants to know more about you. She wants to see the inside of your house. Everything about you is so intriguing for her. She texted you letting you know about it but you didn't reply so she came anyway.

She parked her car in front of your house. She feels nervous yet excited. Like usual, she has no idea why. She rang the bell. Your mom opens the door and greets her with a warm smile. "Hello, I'm Elizabeth, I'm here for y/n." She greets her very politely. "Oh hello. Yes y/n told me you were coming. I'm Leah, her mom. Everybody calls me Mama Leah." She opens the door wider and signals her to come in. She came in, she looked at the surroundings subtly. She sees pictures, decorations, some paintings and landscape photography. She loves your decorating style. "She's upstairs, in her room. You can go up there. It's the door on your right"

"Oh it's okay. I'll wait here." She refused politely even though she really wanted to. "I'm sure y/n doesn't mind. Go ahead." Another warm smile from your mom. Lizzie finally agreed in defeat. She walked upstairs and found the door. She knocked first then opened the door, and she instantly knew it was your room. She heard the song she gave you yesterday plays out loud. "Y/n?" She observes everything quickly as she looks for you. Then you came out from the bathroom in your room with only your skinny cream pants and white lace bra.

"Oh my God! Ms. Olsen, what are you doing here?" You asked in a shocked tone awkwardly to try to cover the top part of your body. She is as shocked as you are. Staring at you. "I'm sorry y/n. Your mom told me to come here, I told her I'll wait downstairs but she insisted." She unwittingly walked closer as if your body attracted her like crazy. Her cheeks blushed. You nervously look for your white button up shirt that weirdly you forgot where you put it wearing only your bra. Her eyes eagerly follow you around.

"Oh she probably thought you were Aubrey. I told her you are her friend but maybe she misunderstood that you are Aubrey. I guess she forgot how she looks. Why are you here? It's half an hour early." You asked nervously as you put on your shirt. You roll up the sleeve almost up to your elbow, then the other sleeves. Lizzie can't help but look at your body that shows up because you haven't buttoned your shirt.

"Uh I was ready pretty early and I got bored. I texted you but no reply." She answered nervously, almost stuttering but she managed. Her gaze starts to move up slowly from your waist to your abdomen then to your bra covered breast. You didn't notice.

"So you came anyway?" You slightly teased her. Her mouth feels dry. "Uh yeah. Why not, right?" She answered as she is watching you buttoning up your shirt now but she noticed you buttoned it on the wrong hole so one side of the shirt ends up shorter than the other side. She tries not to say anything and let you find out by yourself but her desires know this is her excuse to get closer to you and your perfume she smells makes every inch of her craves you.