Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

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What the fuck keeps poking me?

That's what I'm thinking as I wake up.

It's persistent, so I roll over, nothing but the sheet covering my body, to see what this thing is. I force myself to open my eyes, only to see stunning woman standing before me.

She's crouched down, her knees bent and her butt resting on the back of her heels. In her hands is a wooden tray, full of food. There's coffee and water and juice, croissants, toast and bagels.

Her beautiful green eyes along with her smile as bright as the sun is an amazing sight to wake up to, I'm just quite surprised that she'd go to such lengths for this.

"Good morning sunshine..." she mutters in her signature low, raspy voice, her beautiful features glowing as a result of the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

"What's this for?" I ask, still aware that I'm dressed in only a sheet. I prop myself up on my elbow so that I can get a better look at the platter of breakfast she's holding.

"Well you cooked me a beautiful meal in bed, I just thought that I'd return the favour." She says, but she seems quite shy, like she's embarrassed or nervous about how I'll react.

"You didn't have to do that." I laugh at how adorable she is.

She scrunches her nose up at my acceptance, if you'd like. She looks so happy that she's able to make me happy, which is what everyone is looking for in a partner.

"I did, I wanted to make this 24 hours as enjoyable as possible." She reply's, waving off my dismissal of the fact that this wasn't necessary.

"Trust me, Elizabeth, this has been one of the best 24 hours of my life." I can see that my confession has effected her in the way I intended as a pink colour floods her cheeks.

She opens her mouth as if as though she's going to say something but nothing comes out. "What's the matter, cat got you're tongue?" I ask as I take a bite out of a bagel.

"N-nothing..." she stammers, her voice cracking slightly.

I continue to the mind games as I say: "what, does my breathe smell? Is it my hair?" I ask as I bring one of my hands to my hair, the other one holding the white sheets to my chest.

"No. It's perfect." She whispers under her breathe, barley audible.

Her silly smile is dropped and it's replaced by a serious look, and judging by the fact that her eyes fluttered down to my lips, I would have to guess that she's thinking about kissing me.

I help her out and lean in, gently pressing my lips onto hers in a comforting and sensual manner, simply letting her know how I feel through the slow, hedonistic movements. It doesn't intensify, it doesn't turn lustful, we simply sit there for a moment, all of our worries evaporating into thin air.

I'm the first to pull away, looking up at her fluttering eyes, her stunning green eyes and the way they reflect off the sunlight is to die for, a million greens married into one.

"I think 'perfect' sums this up pretty nicely..." I whisper, resting my forehead on hers as she chuckled softly, igniting the millions of butterflies already waiting inside me.

I don't know what possessed that Amazon Jesus to cheat on her, but whatever it was, I'm grateful for, because without him and his penis, I wouldn't be waking up next to Elizabeth Olsen.

"What's on the agenda for today?" I ask after a moment of us simply gazing into one another's eyes. I sit up in the bed, pulling the wooden tray onto my lap as I rest my back against the headboard.