Champagne Problems - Elizabeth Olsen

not fair

WARNING

The phone ringing blasted obnoxiously, waking you up in your deep slumber.  There isn't anything unusual about it, your everyday morning starts this way.

Only today you have unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach. It's most probably has something to do with the arms holding you in place, making it hard to move around.

Did Scarlet come over? You weren't sure.

The flashback of last night came flooding in your memory, your body became frozen, so frozen that even if the arms that holds you let go, you still won't be able to move.

The alarm continue to blare and echo in the walls of your room, making Lizzie eventually stir awake, and yet you were stuck in place.

"Turn that alarm off." She huffs, turning her back to you. Obviously, it appears that she doesn't have the same reaction as you. The alarm stopped ringing but you can hear the beat of your heart in your ears.

"Lizzie." You were able to say after a minute of silence. "Hey." You nudge her, not so gentle.

"Please don't tell me you're a morning person."

"You have to get up." You shook her body. Still her back on you she said casually, "I don't think I physically can, you did a number on me." For the first time since you woke up, you blush hard and the guilt was forgotten for a minute.

"I could say the same." You whisper.

Smile almost made its way to your lips until the guilt catches up again. You sigh a little too loud, this made Lizzie look at you. She sat up so she can level with you.

See, the thing is,  the both of you knew how wrong it is but seeing each other makes it so hard to think straight. Mindlessly, she put the palm of her hand to rest in your cheek before saying "I'm sorry, I'll go."

It is the right thing, she did have to go. All of this is a mistake but looking at her as she look for her clothes in your room is so mesmerizing. You can't seem to take your eyes away to her beautiful form.

"Your clothes are in the kitchen." You uttered.

Wanting to stop her from running out before you can talk, you stood up too but with the blanket covering your body. You're not as confident as she is.

You walk towards her to stop her from leaving the room.

"I'm sorry too, I was confusing. This isn't entirely your fault so don't feel like it is. We both fucked up," You took a deep breath, your eyes tries so hard not to fall on her perfectly naked chest. "Let's take this to the grave and forg-" before you could finish what you were saying a pair of lips sealed your lips.

She nibbles in your bottom lip so easily making you moan, and as if the devil took over your body, whatever right thing you wanted to do is out the window. You push Lizzie aggressively on the bed, the blanket no longer hugs your body as you put yourself on top of her.

You attached your lips on her neck and kiss your way down to her breast. You suck her right nipple just enough not to leave a mark while your hand plays with the other. She arch her back, pushing her breast closer to you, you look at her and see that she had her eyes close and bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Y/N." She moans out your name. Her chest moving up and down, while her hand grip the pillow tightly.

You kiss your way down to the part where she needed you the most, you kiss her inner thighs sensually. "You're so wet." You teases her clit as she continued to be a moaning mess.

Your mouth waters as you watch the wetness pools out off her core. "So messy." You whisper dangerously close; Lizzie can feel everything touch like its burning.