Y/N works as a bartender, one night stands are expected. Elizabeth Olsen, a professor, hasn't had a drunk make out session in a decade. Y/N changes that. Their jobs collide and a decision has to be made.
Completed as of 20/12/2021
Elizabeth Olsen x...
The party has finally begun to fizzle out and after 30 minutes everyone was gone. The house seemed so empty and cold but that quickly changed when Florence and I decided not to clean up and go straight to bed instead. I dreamt of her.
I woke up in my old apartment with my white sheets and bright room. The sun was blazing through and attacked my skin whilst a breeze came from my wide-open window. Next to me a dark blond woman laid naked, her arms tucked under her face as her hair cascaded down my feather pillow. She peacefully slept as I got out of the bed, fully clothed in the same Halloween costume I was in last night. I must've made way home to her after the party?
As I stood looking into the mirror at the end of my bed, I felt arms wrap around my waist, lips on my neck and then a hand sliding down into my pants. I looked to the figure through the mirror and watched as she serenaded my skin before walking us backwards towards the bed, where I finally turned around and saw her. Lizzie.
We collided with the sheets.
1pm
Florence was getting out of bed, that would be what woke me up. She gave me a soft smile and with a husky, morning voice she spoke.
"We overslept" I hummed in confusion as she bit her lip to stop her laugh which was infectious.
My body started to lift off the floral bed sheets Florence had bought a few days ago, she was stood at the freshly washed clothes in our laundry basket at the end of the bed, looking through to find something to wear considering she was nude. I appreciated the sight, staring at my Fiancée who mindlessly pulled on a hoodie and some adidas shorts. She kept her hair in the messy bun she had fallen asleep in.
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Damn, she looked beautiful.
She caught my eyes staring at her and made her way over.
"See something you like?" Her British accent cooed, leaning down to give me a kiss. I begged for more but she pulled away before I could pull her into the bed again.
"You need to brush your teeth"
She pushed me into the bed and walked off, laughing. I fell back into the bed and before I knew it, my eyes shut once again.
"I don't know what I want!"
"I'll make the decision for you then."
I started walking away as I reached my car and opened the door, it slammed back shut. I turned around ready to argue more but instead my words were cut off by her lips. They smashed against mine like she needed to prove something. It confirmed how she felt.
"You're mine, I choose you." She whispered into the kiss.
We were in the lounge area of my old apartment, we danced like we were children before falling into each other for a slow dance. As I turned to change the record on the player, she got onto one knee and waited for my attention to return back to her.
"Do you want Avocado or Jam?"
"Yes!... Wait... What?"
"For your toast... Avocado or Jam?" My eyes peeled open to see Florence sat on the bed next to me, her fingers running over my tattoos, not tracing them but instead drawing patterns on my skin.
"I hate Avocado" I murmured before turning over.
"You do?" She questioned before laying behind me, wrapping her arm over my waist as her face found my neck.
The sensation felt the same as my dream and so I moved into her more, my hand finding hers but instead of feeling Lizzie's skinny fingers with a ring on her wedding finger, it was Florence's which had many rings scattered on all of her fingers. Why did I expect to feel Elizabeth's fingers? And why was I slightly disappointed when I realised it wasn't hers?
3:30pm
After some private time together, we had both made our way down to the kitchen where our loving of each other continued until the toast pinged up from the toaster, interrupting us mid... foreplay.
"I told you I was allergic to Avocado when we first met... You don't remember?" I ask as she got off of the counter and walked to gather the toast onto a plate before placing it down next to the smashed Avocado she had prepared earlier.
"That was a long time ago! You don't expect me to remember everything about you, do you?" She said sarcastically, laughing when I looked taken aback.
"I remember everything about you?" I frowned.
"Oh yeah?" She teased, spreading the Avocado onto the toast before dipping the same knife into the Jam jar.
"FUCK" She exclaimed, planting her hand on her forehead, which left some green mush on her skin.
"I'll buy some more" I laughed at her reaction, walking over to wipe the deathly mush off her head with my thumb before running to the sink to wash it off, she laughed at my comical run to safety.
I went back upstairs to get dressed to go to the grocery store, grabbing my phone as I hadn't checked it all morning... It's now 4pm, so I haven't checked it all day.
'I miss you'
I stood in just my shirt and socks looking at my phone in disbelief. This had to be a joke, right? There was no way she was seriously telling me she missed me. It was the first time I had seen her in 5 years and my dreams last night and this morning were... telling but I wouldn't text her. No way. I'm disappointed in her. Even after telling her I was engaged, she still decided to message me... How petty.
"I miss my jam 🍓💀😭" I replied.
"What?"
"My fiancée put Avocado in my jam jar, I miss it." Just to upset her more, ill mention my engagement. If she was going to be petty, I would too.
"Is she trying to kill you? Aren't you deathly allergic to Avocado?"
She remembered but my fiancée didn't.
A/N: OOOOOOOO idk if you can call this drama but some of this is fluff too. I tried to include Florence more because we all love her. You're all sexy and I'm sorry that this is shorter than usual, I just felt like writing and I feel like this chapter should end on that note hehe.
