Elizabeth Olsen, still an actress, still incredibly talented, now figuring out what she wants, and her girlfriend is far from perfect but they're working on it. Together.
Y/N, also still an actress, she knows how to love now- she's still learning bu...
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Elizabeth POV
"I'm loving you as a brunette," Y/N said her hands playing with my hair and I chuckled. I dyed my hair for my new show, and when I showed Y/N she was shocked but in a good way and she doesn't miss an opportunity to tell me how much she loves it.
It made me happy that she didn't shy away from complimenting me, granted I always turned into a flustered mess when getting praised or compliments from her.
"I love you." She suddenly said, adjusting her body on top of mine, her head laying on my neck, and I had my arms wrapped around her.
"I love you too," I told her and I felt her smile against my neck, and she pressed a gentle kiss to my collarbone.
I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, and she hummed against me, a soft sigh leaving her mouth. I let my hand trail to her ass and squeezing and she chuckled against me and I kissed her head.
If I could hold her in my arms forever I would, but then I was reminded that we were working adults and we couldn't stay in bed forever.
"Baby?" I called out and she let out a soft hum, "I gotta go." I spoke sadly, and she groaned her hold on me tightening.
"No!" She mumbled against me and I sighed, my hand still massaging her head. "Call in sick." I chuckled.
"Baby, it's only the second day of filming, I can't call in sick."
"Yes, you can. You're sick." She rebutted and I smiled, but still shook my head.
"I can't, love, you gotta let me go." She groaned and rolled off of me, and I sat up, turning my head to look at her, her hand was over her eyes, and she was still naked from our.. 'activities' last night and I bit my lip.
"Stop staring you perv." She said her hand never leaving her eyes and I chuckled, getting up, my feet hitting the carpeted floor.
"Isn't it you who always calls it 'admiring'?" I tease, and she smiles, but never moves her hand.
"What's today?" She asks.
"You don't know what day it is?"
"No, obviously. That's why I asked." I rolled my eyes and looked at the date on my phone.
"It's the ninth and it's a Thursday." I told her and she didn't move, and I gathered some of my clothes for a shower, "and in case you forgot the month it's February." At that, she sat up.
"It's February?"
"No, it's January. Yes, it's February why do you think I said it."
"Oh fuck, I gotta go." I furrowed my eyebrow at her as she got up from the bed, went into her bathroom, and turned the shower water on.
"Where are you going?" I asked as she came back into the room.
"New York."
"What?! Why?!" I asked quickly and she hiccuped and stretched.
