(Ten Years) ~ Elizabeth Olsen

42 ~ Sunflower Studios

Lizzie POV

I wake up to the sound of Y/N moving around my room so I sigh and open my eyes to see what she's doing. I pout when I realize she's putting clothes on and peek over to my clock to see it's late morning.

I can tell she's trying to be quiet as she slides on her jeans from yesterday before turning to look through my drawers for something. I smile when she pulls out one of my shirts and slides it over her torso.

She turns and realizes I'm watching her when we make eye contact. "Good morning, love." She greats quietly and crawls back onto the bed, leaning down to peck my lips a few times.

"Morning, bug." I whisper back, my voice a little more raspy than usual. "Where are you going?" I ask and comb my fingers through her hair as she continues to leave soft kisses around my face.

"I have work. Josh has called me like five times already. Says he's on a writing streak and wants my input." She explains quietly.

"Can I come?" I ask and she smiles.

"Of course you can. But get that cute butt up and get dressed, we gotta go." She prompts, taking my hands and pulling me up to sit. Her eyes drop to my torso when my sheets fall to rest over my hips and I smirk.

"We have to go." I remind her and she shakes her head, pulling at my hands to help me up from the bed. I can get up on my own but it's really cute that she's assisting me in the simple task.

I slide on some blue shorts and a white baggy shirt and jump slightly when two hands slide onto my hips from behind, her arms pulling my back into her body. "You make everything cute." She whispers before kissing my cheek and I can't help but smile shyly.

She's so attentive and cuddly and I love it.

"Can we get coffee before we go to wherever we are going?" I request as she leans away and slides her hand into mine to lead me out to get our shoes on.

"Sure, baby." She agrees, making me blush lightly at the nickname. It's such a simple thing but still makes me giddy.

"I can drive us." I decide as we pass the garage door. She stops and turns back around, making me giggle when she twirls me around to pull me to the door. Our shoes are by this door anyway so I'm not sure where she thought she was going.

We slide on some sneakers and I unlock the doors so we can get inside. She puts the address into the car gps and I start the drive, looking out for a coffee spot as we get closer.

I end up parking at the address she gave when I realize it's a studio and look over to see her already looking at me. I tilt my head in question and she shrugs, an amused smile on her lips. My eyes drop to her neck and offer a hesitant smile.

"What? What's wrong? Are you questioning this whole public thing because it's okay." She quickly assures me, reaching over to take one of my hands in hers, raising it to her face to kiss my knuckles before resting my palm on her cheek.

"No, not at all. I'm so fucking ready. It's just...you have some uh...some marks on your neck." I point out and she looks in the mirror behind the sun shade.

"Eh, whatever. Not like I haven't walked around with them before." She shrugs. A weird emotion makes its way into my chest and I take a deep breath. Fine then, let everyone know who she belongs too.

Wow, Lizzie chill the fuck out. "How do I look?" I ask, wondering if I have any.

"Divine." She responds automatically and it makes me blush.

"No I mean, thank you, but my neck is clear?" I ask, hoping it is but also not at the same time.

"All clear, I made sure to hide them babe. I know you are more likely to be pictured than me so I wanted to be safe." She explains and it makes me smile despite knowing she intentionally made an effort not to mark her territory.