Beneath the Surface

Chapter 50

~ Few days later ~

The sound of Lizzie moving around the kitchen was distant background noise as Y/N worked through her final set of squats in the home gym. She was focused, pushing through the burn as she powered through the reps. Her muscles tensed and flexed with each movement, her breathing controlled, the familiar rush of endorphins spreading through her body.

Sweat trickled down her temples, soaking her sports bra and shorts, but Y/N barely noticed. She was in the zone, enjoying the familiar routine of pushing her body to its limits. It was one of the few times she felt in control, where she could just be in the moment without worrying about anything else.

As she stood to her full height after the last squat, Y/N noticed Lizzie lingering in the doorway. She glanced up, locking eyes with her, and saw a faint smile tugging at the corner of Lizzie's lips.

"Enjoying the view?" Y/N teased, wiping sweat from her brow.

Lizzie's gaze lingered on her, eyes tracing over the toned lines of Y/N's body. "Maybe," she replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, stepping closer, her confidence swelling. "Maybe?"

Lizzie's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes bright with mischief as Y/N approached her. "You know you look good."

Y/N grinned, enjoying the playful tension that hung in the air between them. "I didn't hear you come in."

"I didn't want to interrupt," Lizzie said, her eyes flicking to the beads of sweat glistening on Y/N's skin. "You looked... focused."

Y/N closed the distance between them, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from Lizzie's face. "Well, I'm done now."

Lizzie's breath hitched slightly as Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Lizzie's. It was a slow kiss at first, but as Lizzie responded, Y/N felt the heat between them building, the familiar spark igniting something deep inside her.

Lizzie's hands slid up Y/N's arms, her touch gentle but insistent, and Y/N responded in kind, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. The taste of Lizzie's lips, the warmth of her body against hers—it was intoxicating.

Y/N's hands roamed, exploring the soft curve of Lizzie's back, sliding down to her waist. As their kiss deepened, Lizzie let out a soft, breathless moan, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair.

But just as Y/N began to lose herself in the moment, Lizzie's phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the intensity. Lizzie groaned, reluctantly pulling away as she fumbled for her phone.

"It's my agent," Lizzie muttered, glancing at the screen.

Y/N nodded, stepping back to give her space. "Go ahead."

Lizzie answered the call, her tone shifting from playful to professional almost instantly. "Hey, what's up?"

Y/N watched her, leaning back against the wall, her heart still pounding from the heat of the moment.

Lizzie's eyes widened slightly, and her posture straightened. "Kevin Feige? Today?"

Y/N's ears perked up at the mention of the Marvel Studios president's name.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Lizzie said, her voice tinged with excitement. "What time?"

Y/N caught Lizzie's eye, raising an eyebrow as Lizzie mouthed the words: Marvel meeting.

When Lizzie hung up, she turned to Y/N, her face a mix of excitement and nerves. "I have a meeting with Kevin Feige this afternoon. It's about the future of my Marvel character."