La Lace (Elizabeth Olsen x F Reader)

Chapter 18- What are we?

Lizzie's POV

I don't know how to paint.

That was pretty clear by the area Y/N had left me to paint. It was streaky and not even finished. It was a small area and I had been at it for nearly an hour now. Y/N had a radio and so we had been listening to the music from our local station and dancing to the ridiculous noise people call 'Main stream music'. She had managed to paint her area to an amazingly detailed degree whilst I just slapped the roller onto the wall and hoped for the best.

Watching Y/N dance to the music as though her whole world hadn't gone through a meat grinder was an experience. I didn't know whether to be happy for her or sad. Was she dancing to release everything pent up in her mind or dancing because she was having fun... with me.

The terrible dance moves which she was spewing out gave me my answer; dancing to have fun but not necessarily with me. She danced by herself like no one was watching. 'Dad dancing' is the only way I could describe it. You would think working in a club she would've learnt a move or two but no, she danced like a 14-year-old at a school disco, wired on sugar and friendless.

Unfortunately, my attempts to distract her with my dancing so she wouldn't see my awful paint job failed. The look on her face sent us both into a fit of hysterical laughing.

"Stop! Leave it alone, I really tried!" I wined through my laughter as she pointed to the wall in disbelief.

"Did you do it blindfolded and with your feet?!" She teased me.

I missed this. I missed hearing her laugh which was obnoxiously loud but addictive.

"You're normally good with your hands"

With that sentence our laughter came to a silence and we both look at each other. She stared at me as though she hadn't said anything inappropriate. My face looked as though she just told me she loved me... I wish.

Y/N's POV

"Don't blush too hard" I add after seeing her expression and the way she fiddled with the paint covered roller in her hand.

God, I love that I have this effect on her. Unlike before, I'm the one in control.

Even though I could rip her clothes off and do everything i know she wants us to do... I won't. That would be too easy for her. After everything I've been through with her and Florence, I am not jumping into anything any time soon. Especially not with Elizabeth.

As a Taylor Swift song came on, we both went back to singing and painting. Well, I went back to painting. Elizabeth went back to slapping paint on a wall like a toddler.

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me

As the song came to an end and so did my singing which sounded more like an animal mating call, I hear Elizabeth blurt out "What are we?"

She threw her arms down by her side in a dramatic way before turning to me, anticipating my reply.

I stayed looking at my wall, continuing the painting as I left her for a few moments to ponder my reply.

I shake my head, shrug and shift my weight on my feet a few times.

"Friends, right?" I say with a confused look as I look to the woman who I can tell is hurt. She nods through the pain.

"Of course, yeah... duh" she says with a smile which I can see right through. Does she really think I'm just going to accept her apology, which she hasn't even given to me, and move on? Act like she didn't ruin my marriage and blame her fragile pride on me?