La Lace (Elizabeth Olsen x F Reader)

Chapter 20- Naked

Lizzie's POV

"What the fuck?!"

My eyes shot open at the sound of a female voice seeming shocked. I looked up from the couch in which I'm laying down on with Y/N to my left, under my arm and snuggled into me. Is she cuddling me? Surely not. We had spent a lot of time in bed together 5 years ago and I had never woken up to this. Is the couch just too small for her to not cuddle me? I don't know.

The sight of Aubrey stood over the top of us, looking down at me with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth makes me instantly realise why she looks so shocked.

We are both naked.

I swat my hand at her, attempting to distract her from my naked body and Y/N's. I wish I didn't have to move from the cuddle in which Y/N had embraced me in but staying here naked with my best friend staring at us wasn't an option. I stood up, grabbing Y/N's beige flannel and throwing it over myself. It was an oversized fit on my bartender but on me... it was like I was wearing a giant's largest shirt. It covered my naked body well.

With all the commotion and me telling Aubrey to "ssshhh!" Every time Aubrey attempted to scold me for sleeping with her, Y/N had begun waking up.

We both looked to the naked woman on the couch as she opened her eyes. I expected her to be angry that Aubrey was seeing her naked, or that I hadn't covered her up yet but to my surprise she simply opened her eyes, groaned and closed them again before turning onto her other side, face nuzzled into the back of the couch. Aubrey gave me a look of 'Do something' and so I did. I picked up my brown sweater and I attempted to wake Y/N up again to put it on but as I rolled her over and started to shove the sweater onto her head to get it on, she groaned:

"I am not wearing that" and pushed it off her head. With a sigh, I grabbed her white shirt instead and put it on her, to which she nodded and fell back asleep. The shirt covered most of her top half but as she rolled back into the same position as before, I realised the shirt only slightly covered the ass I had left my marks on: scratches and hand print visible to Aubrey, who once again gave me a look of 'Are you serious?'.

She didn't speak after I had shushed her so much earlier so the silence was filled with dramatic movements as we argued. I gave my woman on the couch a last glance, appreciating the sight I get to call mine before walking into the kitchen with Aubrey, who practically dragged me in there and after closing the door, the torture started.

"Lizzie... What. The. Fuck."

"It just happened?"

"Whilst I was asleep?! On our couch?! EW" Her voice was loud as she got more and more energetic.

"First of all, I bought the couch, its mine so I can fuck who I want on it and second..."

I'm cut off by Aubrey cringing at the thought of me having sex on the couch we sat on every night.

"Stop. Get over it! So, what? I slept with her." I said, a smile appearing on my face at the thought of last night.

She was on top of me, one hand on my left breast kneading it like warm dough and the other was between my legs, knuckles deep and fingers covered in... me. As her tongue moved around my bundle of nerves, my hand clenched the top of the couch and my head rolled back.

"Fine, how was it?" Aubrey replied excitedly after a few moments of realising she wanted to know all about it. She acted like a school girl after her best friend had her first kiss.

I shook my head as I put my hands on the kitchen counter, leaning forward on them as the smile grew on my face. "I- You don't understand- Wow" I stuttered and Aubrey jumped over to me, grabbing my arms and holding them to my side as she shook me a little bit.