Because Of You (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem G!P Reader)

56. Two Under Devolop-ies

Elizabeth POV

I moved some of Y/N's hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss on her cheek, just admiring her, she was still asleep and I thought she looked amazing and calm, she always looked calm when she slept, it's not that she didn't when she was awake but in her sleep, it was different somehow, she was always calm or tried to be and I know it wasn't easy for her to be that calm but she tried and I loved when she was, I never wanted her stressed or upset, but I had done that, I made her stressed and I'm so upset with myself for that and she's forgiven me. It seems like we do a lot of that in this relationship, one of us does something stupid we argue, fuck, then make up. I didn't want it to constantly be like that, it seemed a bit dysfunctional to me, after every fight we run to sex to make it up to each other, don't get me wrong I love the sex but it's not something that can fix problems.

But then again we do have a lot of sex, a little less now with Jalen being with us but it's still a lot of sex, maybe that's why we just have sex after a fight maybe it's just conditioned for us. I felt her hand slip on my stomach and I looked down at her she was still asleep and I smiled slightly, I laid back and she snuggled closer to me making me smile.

"You alright?" She asked me, her soft and low, and I scared me for a second and I angled my head to look at her and she was looking at me.

"Yeah," I answered after a second, and I put my hand on her back, letting my fingers gently rub her skin. "You?"

"Yes."

I nodded and kissed her forehead, and we laid in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up. "Do you think we have a lot of sex?"

"Yes." She answered immediately and again I looked at her.

"I'm asking seriously."

"And I answered you seriously." She said chuckling lowly. "We have a lot of sex." She confirmed again, and I looked at the wall behind her. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Do you think we have a lot of sex after a fight?" I asked and she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and yawned.

"Okay, I'm sensing a serious conversation so let me take a piss and wake up a bit. Then we talk." I chuckled softly and she got out of the bed and went into the bathroom I sat up to sit on the headboard, looking at my feet that were upright under the covers and I wiggled them. A minute later Y/N came back in the room now with a pair of sweatpants on and sat on the end of the bed and rubbed her eyes and rubbed her eyes. "Okay, what was your question?"

"Do we have a lot of sex after a fight?" I asked and she sniffled and looked at the ceiling and yawned.

"We don't fight a lot." She said looking at me, thinking about it she was right, we didn't, but when we did it was made big, over small situations. "And even when we do most of the time we talk it out then have sex a couple days later or something like that."

"You don't think we use it as a substitute for anything?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "Nah, not really. We talk again, most of the time, then sex." She said while scratching her head. "You think we have sex a lot after fights?"

I shrugged. "I don't know.. I mean we do talk but sex right after?"

"We can have less sex, that's alright."

"That's not what I meant." I countered immediately and she smirked, making me roll my eyes. "I guess you're right, we don't fight a lot and I guess this is the first 'fight' we had that we had sex afterward." I just didn't want this to become a normal thing, and I wanted us to keep talking about our problems, not rush to sex, which we needed to get better at (talking not the sex).

"So it's no problem?" She asked me and I shook my head and she yawned, I looked at her and she looked out the window. "You know what I just realized?" She asked me and I asked what she was talking about while opening my arms for her and she came and laid on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. "My brain is underdeveloped."

"Haha, how'd you come up with that?" I asked while rubbing her back, and her hand went around my back.

"Brains like stop developing at 25 but like smoking and doing drugs.. drinking stuff like that can affect it and I turned 25 the year I met you, and I'm 26 now and I was drinking when I was like 16." She said and took a big sigh. "Underdeveloped." She deadpanned pointing her finger to her head.

I grabbed her finger and kissed it, before laying it back at her side. "I don't think it's done too much damage, babe."

"But what if it did?"

"I did the same thing, and trust me you are okay."

"Oh. So you're an under develop-ie too." I laughed at her wordplay and kissed her head.

"Yup, we're just underdeveloped-"

"Under develop-ies." She corrected me and I smiled.

"Right, sorry, we're under develop-ies." She chuckled and kissed my shoulder. "But you know what that means?"

"No, what?"

"We're two under develop-ies, and perfect for each other." She giggled and I chuckled myself, after hearing it, she sounded like one of those schoolgirls excited cause their crush talked to them.

"But what about all the under develop-ies? Do they have people perfect for them?" I just smiled and cradled her head.

"Time for sleep." She grunted and I massaged her head and turned off the light, kissing her head. "I love you, my under develop-ie," I whispered still finding it amusing how she made up a word, that we just used as if it was real.

"I love you too." She whispered and I closed my eyes, holding her close, loving the warmth radiating off her. "I just realized something else." She said and I hummed in question. "You turned thirty this year, damn your old.. mhpm." I put my hand over her mouth.

"Go to sleep, Y/N."

Filler chap.