The past couple of weeks have been tough. I mean school wise. As Christmas gets closer, things at school become harder. More projects, essay's, assignments, more everything.
I think the worst part is that i'm not getting to see Lizzie as much lately, with everything pilling up. There would be times where i'd go days without seeing her. That never happens. It would either be me who's busy or her, no in between.
It would be to a point where class with her was the only thing that would keep me sane. Even better now that Professor Green's attitude was getting better towards me. She wouldn't give me the stink eye anymore. She also didn't underestimate me as much anymore. As time passed by I proved to her that she had the wrong idea about me.
The good thing was that Lizzie and I would make time for each other. Even if we only had time when we would write our essay's together. That didn't matter. Any time spent with her was the absolute best.
"Annddd done!" I state, with a proud face.
"Already?" Lizzie says as she furrows her eyebrows.
"Mhmm." I hum with a smile.
"Help." She begs in frustration with the cutest facial expression.
"Fine." I say in a rapsy voice.
I watch as she bites her bottom lip when she hears the tone in my voice.
"What?" I say confused in the same voice.
"Okay break time." She says as she gathers her stuff. Almost in a hurry. I give her a confused look but follow her movements. Lizzie goes on and takes a hold of my hand. My confusion only grows when she pulls me into a deep corner in the Library.
"What are we doing here? No one ever comes back her-" I begin to say as she pulls me up against a bookshelf. A shocked expression grows on my face. The red on my cheeks growing.
"Shut up." She shuts me up as she attaches our lips together.
"You could have asked." I say in between kisses, fighting for air.
"I know." She begins to say. "But it's more fun like this. Don't you think?" She says with a grin as she wraps her arms around my neck. I nod and agree eagerly.
Lizzie kisses me and grins, she knows the choke hold she has on me. As soon as I feel the grin on her lips I quickly turn us around. Both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss.
"I think I like it better when you are pinned against the wall." I groan.
My comment makes her breathing become heavy. I wrap my arms around her waist and push her body closer against me, if that's even possible. When I feel that she needs to take a breath from the kiss, I begin to kiss her jawline. I make my way down to her neck. Lizzie is not one for perfume but I swear she smells like sweet vanilla. Her breathing only gets hotter as I find her soft spot on her neck. I run my tongue against it and slowly suck her sensitive spot.
"Y/N." she says as she gasps for air.
"Yes baby?" I say as I back away and I kiss her lips again.
"Please." She begs against my lips and I can't describe the feeling she just gave me. I slow down our kiss and kiss her ever so gently.
"Not like this. You are too special Liz." I say and she hums in appreciation.
"What did I do to deserve you?" She questions as she kisses me again.
"No Lizzie, what did I do to deserve you?" I say as I kiss her cheek and pull away to look her in the eye. My eyes shift to the mark on her neck.
"Oops. Fuck I'm sorry." I whisper with a guilty look.
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Blinding Sights
RomantikA fan-fanatic about Elizabeth Olsen. Takes place when Lizzie was in NYU.