Tethered (Book Two of The Invisible String Series)

Merry Christmas, Darling

Lizzie just laughs, going back to her previous task almost normally, as if she just didn't place all those naughty images in my head. And on Christmas, too. This feels so dirty. "I'll take that response as a yes?"

Eyeing the older woman suspiciously, I take another sip of my coffee. "Yes. I've used a strapon before. Why are you asking?"

"Could we get one?"

Oh dear god, just kill me now. Right here. And put on my gravestone that I died simply to the fact that Elizabeth Olsen just asked essentially asked me to fuck her with a strapon. "Oh. I mean, yeah. If that's, uh, yeah if it's something you want to try."

The brunette hums, taking the bowl of pancake mixture to the stove, my eyes automatically settling on the sway of her hips as I swallow against the sudden dry-ass desert my throat and mouth have become. It's too damn early to be this turned on. "It is."

I tear my eyes away from the older woman, moving my attention to the kitchen counter, very adult scenarios playing through my mind. I hadn't really bothered to ask Lizzie if she'd be comfortable with sex toys, mostly because I knew I was the first woman she'd been with and didn't know the extent of what she'd be okay with. But I gotta admit, the idea of the woman on top of me, panting and moaning as she rides my-.

"Y/N."

Lizzie's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I instantly turn my gaze towards her, feeling my already red cheeks heat up even more as I try and wipe those last few thoughts from my mind (I'm extremely unsuccessful), earning me a knowing smile from the brunette. "You okay, baby?"

I narrow my eyes at the very evil woman in front of me, knowing full well that she's doing all of this on purpose as a way to get back at me because of my earlier antics in the bathroom. The little shit. "And you said I was mean."

I leave a laughing Lizzie behind as I venture into the living room, wanting to find something to distract myself from my dirty thoughts and the heat pooling in my lower stomach, and settle myself on the couch to try and watch whatever Christmas programs that are playing. I have some very blurry, but fond, memories of my parents and I settled in the small living room of our farmhouse watching reruns of the old Christmas cartoons. I could never quite bring myself to watch them after my father's death, but I find myself pausing on the one I've stumbled across. It's The Grinch, and I ultimately decide that I want to get back into these things now, to give light to those old memories and make new ones with Lizzie.

Lizzie joins me a few minutes later, handing me a plate full of pancakes, complete with red and green sprinkles, that I hurry to take. I stand by the fact that she makes the best pancakes ever, and make a mental note to ask if Christmas pancakes are another thing we can add to our list of new traditions.

After digging into an unsurprisingly good breakfast, Lizzie and I spend the rest of our morning watching the various cartoons and movies, whatever we can find, while we laugh and enjoy the morning together. We agreed to wait to open gifts until later in the evening, because we're supposed to hear from Olivia for our scheduled weekly calls soon. Nox joins us halfway through Elf, dressed in her own little elf costume that Lizzie was adamant on buying her. The cat took the whole thing in stride, but I have about a dozen photos and even a video of Lizzie trying to wrestle the cat into the outfit last night. I even posed through a mini-photo shoot Lizzie requested, of just the two of us, which I promptly posted on my instagram because everyone needed to see that this is the life I get to live.

My phone rings just as the movie's end credits begin rolling, and I lean forward to grab the device excitedly, having only spoken to the teenager once since she's settled into the group home. "Hey, Liv! Merry Christmas!"