Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

𝗔𝗶𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲

After I drank my latte in the park, I ran home. The whole time my mind was trained on the thought of her. Those eyes, that drawing that she seemed so engrossed in.

The running of her tongue between her lips as she concentrated on what she was doing. Her movements were swan like, angelic.

After a short time running I came to my porch, surprising myself. It seems I was running on autopilot. I take the key under from the plant pot and slide it into the lock.

When I step inside I smell something that I didn't expect to. Waffles. Waffles are my favourite breakfast, and the only person to know that is my family and... Robbie.

"Is that you, honey?" I hear him call from the kitchen. I take off my trainers and slowly walk my way further into the house.

"Er yeah it's me." I say, a little confused as to why he's awake and more importantly, why is he acting so normal. It usually takes a couple of days to come around.

"I'm making Waffles, your favourite." He says. I reach the corner of the sitting room, on the corner of the wall that separates the stairs from the downstairs.

He turns around and smiles at me, he looks genuinely happy and I haven't seen him smile like that for a long time.

"Yeah, but why? You're not hungover?" I ask, still a little surprised that he's out of bed, let alone making something that I love.

"I am a little. But after a paracetamol and a tea, I feel batter. And as for the waffles, I know I've not been the best of fiancé's of late. And this is the start of me making things up to you." He says and walks over to me.

He puts his hands on my waist and pulls my body into his. I look up at him, and for the first time in a long while I feel like I used to around him. He leans down and places a kiss on my lips.

I turn around, looking at the woman again, but this time I can see her much more closely. Her jaw is sharp and defined, her eyes look a darker blue that's colour bounces off the sunlight beaming through the window.

Her hair falls lightly over her cheeks and tickles the end of her cute little button nose. She's the incarnation of beautiful.

"Miss Olsen, your drinks ready," Deborah pulls me out of my stare, but the girl in the baby blue hears her too. She turns to look at me, we make a short amount of eye contact before I quickly turn back to the counter.

I pull away, thinking something is wrong with me. The man I love, the man I'm going to marry, and I can't kiss him without thinking of another woman. C'mon Elizabeth.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He panics, thinking that it's something he's done wrong, when in truth it's me being ridiculous.

"No, no, it wasn't you. I just remembered that I needed to call my mom today." I say, quickly making up an excuse on the spot.

"Okay, what for?" He asks, taking his hands off my hips and walking back over to the stove.

"Oh nothing, it's just her birthday today that's all." I turn around, incapable of even looking at him while I still have the image of her in my head.

"It's not is it? It's not till next month." He says, busting my excuse right open.

"Oh yeah, you're right. Filming must have really messed up my clock." I cover, but I can see the suspicious look on his face. I here a "mhm" before he gets back to the waffles.

I go upstairs to take a shower before I eat. I set the shower to cold as the heat seemingly gets hotter and hotter by the minute. I step into the cooling water and run my hands over my face.

And once again, the girl in blue refuses to leave my head. I don't know why I reacted the way that I did, I've never really had a strong sexual attraction to girls, but the second I laid eyes on her the only thing I could think of was sticking my tongue down her throat.

I wash and condition my hair before washing my whole body. The cold water feels amazing against my naked sweaty body, and I really can't be asked to do anything else for the day.

I don't think I have anything planned for today so that suits my plans.

Once I get out and get dry I just sling on some old sweatpants that I use to paint in, and a plain white t-shirt. As I do I think to myself, why is Robbie being so nice now?.

I walk back downstairs to the strong smell of waffles, and I'm now at the stage where I'm so hungry that I don't care why he's made them, but more that he made them.

I'm greeted with the sight of Robbie at the dining table with two plates and two glasses of orange juice. I smile at just how nice he can be at times. He always was a romantic.

We sit opposite and for a couple of minutes we sit in silence as I inhale my food. Soon after I feel full and jus rest in my seat while I wait for slow coach to finish.

"You like them? I added the blueberries because I know they're you're favourite." He smiles with a mouthful of food, making me laugh.

"Yes, they were very nice. Thank you." I say, smiling and finishing my orange juice.

Another moment passes before he speaks up again. "Where did you go this morning?"

"Just to the coffee shop. Why?" I answer getting out of my seat and grabbing some more juice from the fridge. I grab the bottle and sit back down at the table.

"Just the coffee shop?" He asks, a questioning tone.

"What are you implying, Robbie?" I ask, not liking the way he's asking these questions as if I'm doing something untoward.

"Nothing, is it criminal to ask my fiancé where she's been?" He asks defensively, raising his hands as if that made him look any more innocent.

"No, I just don't like the way you ask. You make it seem like I'm doing something I shouldn't." I say, now it's me that seems all defensive.

"We'll I don't know. You could have been doing anything for all I know." He says, raising his voice a little, forcing me to give him my attention.

"Why do I get questioned about getting coffee, and yet I'm not allowed to ask questions when my fiancé comes home smelling of stripper and booze." I say and walk away from the dining table.

"It's allowed Elizabeth, but I've told you plenty of times that I've been with the band. And sometimes we go out, but it's nothing more." He emphasises as he shoots out of his own chair to follow me. "Look," he begins as he takes my hands in his. "I love you. Only you, hell, I chose to marry you! If that doesn't mean anything then I have no idea what does."

"I love you too. But sometimes I question the things you do and wether I can trust you." I say. He released one of my hands and pulls my chin up, therefore my eyes meet his.

"And I'm sorry for that. I want you to know that there is no one I'd rather be with."

Lies...

A/N: Okay, second chapter. What do we think. Good? Bad? Slow? Boring? Feel free to interact with this story as much or as little as you want, but support of any kind is greatly appreciated.

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Air Force Blue- A shade of azure that is commonly used in the United States Air Force (USAF), Air Force Academy and the Royal Air Force (RAF).