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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Y/N POV
Eight months later
"Lizzie I'm gonna-" I cut myself with a groan as I released into her mouth, one of my hands gripping the sheet the other tangled in her hair, and I closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling and I felt her release my dick, I sighed, feeling her hands on my stomach moving them up until they were on my cheeks.
I put my hands around her wrists, and she pressed her lips to mine, giving me a soft kiss and I smiled. She ended the kiss with a few pecks on my lips and kissed my jaw.
"I love you," I whispered to her as I opened my eyes, and she smiled her nose scrunching.
"I love you more." She whispered back and kissed my nose. I let go of her wrist and moved some of her hair behind her ear.
I kissed her again, my hand wrapping around her waist, her tongue invaded my mouth completely throwing off my thoughts- though all of them at the moment were about her.
I focused on the feeling of her body on mine, which I was so well adjusted to, our sex life was so active- more than other relationships I've been in but it was amazing, I could only imagine how it would be when she got pregnant.
We didn't make any definite decisions about pregnancy but we had talked about it again, and we kinda had a plan; we would see how this year- at least the rest of it and we have another talk and if all was well we decided we would start trying for a baby.
I was over the moon about it, I already knew I wanted kids with her and after we talked about it again, in more depth and some things were cleared up for me and the idea of being a parent didn't seem so terrifying.
But then again it could've been since I practically trusted Lizzie with anything and I knew we would be able to handle this parenting thing together.
We had also talked about moving in with each other at one point, but that was a one-and-done conversation, I'm sure it'll come up again soon but we weren't ready- I wasn't ready to live with her.
Which is stupid because that's what I've been doing for the past couple of months, I've been staying at her place, only going to my place to get some clothes.
I don't know why I wasn't ready, I mean I knew it was common nature for us to move in together but the thought of us actually moving in scared the shit out of me, but it was good scary, or at least I liked to think that.
Maybe because it would be my first time living with one of my partners, and I didn't want to screw it up.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and my make-out with Lizzie, and she buried her face in my neck groaning pulled the blanket over our bodies, and got off of me much to my displeasure.
