Once again, Y/N's alarm clock rang, indicating it was time to get up. However, this time, she didn't move to turn it off; she wanted to prolong her sleep for a few more seconds. As the phone rang, Lizzie, with a grumble, opened her eyes and noticed Y/N was still asleep. She reached for the bedside table and turned off the cell phone alarm. Unable to go back to sleep, Lizzie stared at the ceiling; the room was dim with the morning light filtering through the curtains. Feeling Y/N's warm body, she remembered what had happened the night before.
Lizzie's first date with Y/N was, compared to the previous ones, the best of all. Everything flowed naturally; Lizzie felt free, relaxed, and comfortable. With Y/N, she didn't have to worry about bad intentions; she knew that Y/N saw her for who she was. Y/N's humility was something that attracted her; she enjoyed the attention and patience Y/N provided.
Lizzie knew things got a bit intense yesterday, and although she wanted something more to happen, she didn't dare say it. Somehow, Y/N sensed that it wasn't the right time. However, there was a certain tension to release, and the way they ended things was unexpected but, at the same time, very pleasant.
Just remembering Y/N's kisses, her hand on her waist, and the movements she made to bring Lizzie to climax sent shivers down her body, the kind that make you feel good. As she looked at Y/N sleeping peacefully, Lizzie lifted her gaze. She brushed aside the strands of hair covering Y/N's face and delicately caressed her features. Her fingers traced over perfectly shaped eyebrows, her nose, and down to her lips, those lips she couldn't help but want to kiss all the time.
She continued gently running her fingers over Y/N's lips and noticed a small smile forming on her face. Slowly, Y/N opened her eyes and met Lizzie's gaze, a gaze that made her get lost in those green eyes, as beautiful as an emerald. Taking advantage of Y/N being awake, Lizzie leaned in a bit more and kissed her lips softly. One, two, and three more times. "Good morning," Y/N whispered, still smiling.
Y/N's voice in the morning sounded tender to Lizzie, a bit husky and deep. "Good morning, Y/N," Lizzie replied in another whisper. She hugged her tightly, wanting to feel her body closer, while Y/N caressed her arm with her fingers, knowing that Lizzie liked that small display of affection.
They stayed in bed for several more minutes until they decided to go for breakfast. Together, they prepared breakfast, moving with ease in the kitchen as if they had done this simple activity all their lives. After breakfast, both went to the studio; with background music and Lizzie playing with Y/N's fingers as she drove the car all the way.
That day, there wasn't any scene to film; Lizzie had costume and makeup tests for upcoming scenes in the series, while Y/N worked with Lesli and the lighting and camera team on the sets already prepared in the studio. Later, they headed to the location to discuss the motel scene they would film in a few days, reviewing shots, locations, lights, and other instructions. Despite some doubts, Y/N felt confident that she could carry out the scene.
The rest of the day went by quickly. All the details they needed to check to continue with the shooting were in order. They only had to wait for the other actors, and in the meantime, they enjoyed a few days off. Y/N decided to use that time to review her notes for the motel scene.
Back home, Lizzie was in the kitchen preparing something for dinner, while Y/N sat on the living room sofa, surrounded by scattered sheets on the coffee table with sketches of step-by-step images for the motel scene. She was so focused on her notes that she didn't hear Lizzie ask her a question. A hand on her shoulder startled her, and looking up, she found Lizzie's concerned gaze. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asked.
Relaxing a bit, she said, "I'm sorry, yes. I'm just getting ready for the motel filming in the next few days." Returning her gaze to her notes.
"Do you want something to drink? Beer, wine, or maybe water," Lizzie offered.
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Lights, camera, love.
FanfictionIn the vibrant streets of Los Angeles, 33-year-old Y/N Morales has built a career in the world of cinema, capturing suspense, mystery, and crime through her lens. Her professional life is captivating, but her personal life is a well-kept mystery. At...