IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER, Elizabeth Olsen

Popping bubble

When we finally got home, we both got out of our wet salty clothes. I started a bath, earning a lustful look from the green-eyed woman.

"I thought we could relax a little" I whispered, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

"Relax?" she breathed, biting her bottom lip. I could feel her back straighten as my fingers traced random patterns on her sides. We took off our underwear, and both laid back in the bathtub.

"Yeah, you might want to relax a little after this stressful day" I suggested, placing my hands on her thighs. She was sitting between my legs, her back against my front.

"Oh, how do you plan on doing this?" she teasingly asked, pressing herself against me, leaning back her head to kiss my neck. One of my hands slowly made its way from her thigh to her lower stomach while the other went all the way up to her breasts. She started breathing louder as my fingers teased her stiff nipples, the warm water making her even more sensitive to my touch.

"Is that okay?" I gently asked, making sure she wanted this.

"Yes, it's... it's more than okay" she moaned in my ear as my fingertips grazed on her sensitive clit, she threw her head back, pushing down on my shoulder.  I watched her bite her bottom lips as my fingers rubbed in fast circular motions against her clit. She started squirming, trying to push her hips against my hand.

"Doing this won't make you come faster, honey" I whispered in her ear before gently biting her earlobe. I pushed her hips back, forcing her to sit in the bathtub. I fastened my movement, rubbing on her clit until I felt it pulsating against my fingers. Her desperate moans filled the room as I started teasing her entrance with my fingertip.

"Please, stop teasing" she exhaled loudly. Both her hands were now strongly gripping on the edges of the bathtub, the tips of her fingers turning white due to how strongly she was holding onto the shiny white material. I gently pushed two fingers in, making her gasp, and shut her eyes close as I curled them to hit the right spot.

"F-Fuck, Y/n" she moaned, rocking her hips against my hand again. This time, I didn't stop her, letting her please herself as she wished. Her chest started to fall and rise faster, as my other hand kept teasing her overstimulated nipples. I felt her walls clench around my fingers, legs shaking, back arching as she orgasmed. Hearing her moaning my name made me feel warm and fuzzy.

"I really needed that" she exhaled, hopelessly trying to compose herself. 

"I know you did" I gently kissed her shoulder. I placed my hands there, on her shoulders, and started massaging them gently, a softer moan escaped her lips as I did so.

"I could stay like this forever" she whispered, leaning her head back on my shoulder.

"The water would get cold" I kissed her cheek, a soft smile forming on her lips.

Eventually, we got out of the bath, put on some pyjamas, and settled in the bed. Lizzie snuggled closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist as she leaned her face against my chest. Her hot breath hit my skin, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

"You know, whatever you decide to do with your life, I'll always support you" she whispered, placing a kiss on my chest. It was in that precise moment that it hit me, the reason why I used to act when I was younger. I loved writing, I wanted to be able to produce and direct my own shows and movies, someday. The easiest way to get there is by acting. That's how Scarlett did it, and she's damn good at everything she does.

"I think I want to write again" I spoke, unsure about her reaction. It could take years for me to be noticed by anyone, if anyone ever noticed me. "I'm still going to graduate first, but after that, I want to write"

"Well, if it makes you happy, you've always been good at it, I'm sure you can make a career out of it" she seemed happy that I had an idea of what I wanted to do, but for some reason, I could feel that she wasn't thrilled about it.

"I was thinking I could work at a coffee shop, or something, to still earn enough to live decently" I added. If I was going to give writing a shot, I needed to have some type of safety blanket. I worked at a bar for most of the years I spent in College, and I had no problem imagining myself in these sort of jobs. I liked interacting with people, and was a quick learner when it came to drinks.

"Wait, really? You would give up your current job to work in a coffee shop?" she sounded slightly judgemental, as if she was trying not to judge, but couldn't help it.

"Well, yes. The check at the end of the month ain't gonna be lower" I huffed, annoyed by her tone.

"Alright, but the name and reputation that comes with it will be" she stepped away from me, sitting up on the bed. Her scorned gaze made me feel uneasy.

"Are you kidding me? So what, being a waitress is less prestigious than working for you?" I snapped, sitting up to face her on an equal level.

"Don't be ridiculous, you aren't working for me" she husked, rolling her eyes at me in pure annoyance.

"But I am, Elizabeth. I was literally hired because I was the only one who could manage you. The others don't care that I'm here, I only work there for you" I shouted, completely losing my temper as I stood up next to the bed, running my fingers through my hair in a failed attempt to calm myself down.

"This is stupid, just lay down and we'll discuss it in the morning" she sighed, laying back in her previous spot, waiting for me to do the same.

"No, I'm not doing this. A minute ago you said you'd always support me, no matter what path I chose. So what, Elizabeth? Would a waitress not be good enough for you?" I stood there, waiting for her to say something, anything. She didn't, barely even looked at me. I left the room, slamming the door shut behind me.

I spent the night in Caity's former room, looking at the ceiling. I wasn't able to get any sleep as I replayed the argument in my head, over and over again. Sure, disagreeing was upsetting, but I believed every problem had its solution, people could always comprise. Except this time, after seeing that look on her face, I didn't know what to think. I knew how deeply she craved success, but I didn't. I didn't need my name in capital letters, on every street's poster, to be happy.