Warning: Sexual Content
Your Pov:
This has been happening too often. Ever since that issue with Olivia, Lizzie has been different. She claims she's fine but you felt it; something's changed. She refused to talk to you about it. Always finding ways to dodge talking to you. Maybe letting her deal with it on her own was a bad idea..
You let it stay like that for a while, hoping she'll soon come back to her senses; thinking she'll work it out on her own.But nothing has changed. It was funny actually somehow, everything and nothing has changed; all at the same time.
It's been 2 weeks. You couldn't even remember the last time you guys had an actual conversation. You tried. You really tried talking to her. Asking her what's wrong but she wouldn't say anything. For some instances, she'll even get mad at you for pushing her too much.
She busied herself with work, using it as an excuse not to talk to you. 'I'm too tired', 'I'm at work', 'I'm working overtime', 'The interview is running late'. There was always some sort of excuse she came up with. You made time for her. Coming home early in hopes of catching her awake, cancelling interviews when you knew she was free, you tried everything.
Gifts, kisses, words, assurance..everything. But she wouldn't even let you near her. It was like she just..disappeared. The thought broke your heart. It was like the Lizzie you fell in love with no longer existed. Where did I go wrong? I wish you would talk to me..
***
Your eyes opened from the sound of the faucet running. You turned to your side, looking at the clock and saw that it was 3:00 in the morning. It didn't surprise you anymore. You sat up and rubbed your eyes.
"Where have you been?" You questioned. Your tone was strict but the concern was clearly visible. "The interview ran late" Her reply was simple, short, and dull. Like it's always been these past few days. "Lizzie, it's 3 in the freaking morning! Your interview cannot possibly have run that late" You tried to reason with her, feeling your frustration grow once again. But like usual, she remained the same.
"I'm sorry I woke you, go back to bed and we'll talk about this in the morning" Her head appeared by the frame of the door, but she wasn't looking at you. She was looking at the clock beside you. "Look, Elizabeth, I barely see you! You keep saying we'll talk in the morning but you leave before I even get the chance to approach you! The only time I see you is when you're on tv!" You couldn't help it. You were angry, sad, and frustrated all at the same time.
You didn't understand what was going on. Why did she suddenly change like that? I thought we were okay? She said we were okay? Did she lie? Has she been lying this whole time/
"Well I'm sorry I'm so busy I don't have time to be fooling around!" Suddenly you were wide awake, eyes staring directly into hers. But it was different this time. She was there but it felt like she wasn't. You knew Lizzie was standing a few feet away from you but at that moment, it felt like a stranger in your home.
It was like getting hit by a truck, like getting stabbed near the heart to cause more pain. She seemed surprised by what she said as well..almost as if she didn't expect it to come out. It shattered your heart into a million pieces.
Fooling around...huh.
"Look I-, we're both tired. Let's just go to bed and we'll talk later, okay? I promise" As she said those words, she walked towards you. Silently, you nodded and laid back down; facing the other side of the wall.
***
You couldn't really sleep at all. Your eyes were closed but your mind was wide awake. You were taken aback by what she said. Does she not see your relationship as valuable and serious as you do? Was this simply just a fling for her? Do you not mean as much as you thought you did to her?
Thoughts were coming in and running out from your brain and you wished to shut it off. You forced yourself to believe that you were overreacting. And Lizzie was right, you both were tired and you shouldn't have gotten her mad in the first place.
You must have dozed off because when you woke up, it was broad daylight and the other side of the bed was empty. You sighed as you got up, walking towards the bathroom to wash up. But as you looked in the mirror, there was a post-it attached to it.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I was tired and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I really wanted to stay but Katie just called me and told me that my interview has been rescheduled. We'll talk about this, okay? I'm sorry -Lizzie O."
You scoffed at the note, crumpling it and throwing it in the trash. Of course she ditched you again. She always does, she has been ditching you for one thing; work. You understood that she was a busy person but so were you! Your schedule was just as packed as hers but somehow you still made time to be with her.
Just recently, you've been starting to notice how distant Lizzie has been. She rarely replied to your texts or answered your calls, always saying 'sorry, my phone was off' as an excuse. You also rarely saw her too. The only time you got to see her in person was when she came home in the middle of the night. She would say that she was too tired to tell you what was going on. But she always said one thing; work.
***
It was the first time in nearly two weeks she came home early. You were in the bedroom, your hair tied up and you had your glasses on. You wore an oversized button-down, not wearing any shorts underneath.
The sound of the door opening startled you so you went down to check. "Lizzie?" You called out, not getting a response later. You heard some clattering in the kitchen so you went to check there.
There you saw Lizzie, her back leaning on the counter, a cigarette on her lips while she reeked of alcohol. "God, that smell. Have you been drinking?"
She turned to you without saying a word, just staring directly at you. You huffed and walked over to her. "Lizzie? Can you even hear me?" You stood in front of her, irritated by her ignoring you.
"Are you hi-" Your sentence was cut off by her lips on yours. Her hand wrapped around your neck while the other put out the cigar on the counter.
It felt nice but so wrong at the same time. It had been so long since you felt her this close. So long since you felt her arms around you, her breath on you, her lips on you. But the kiss held no affection. The only thing it contained was lust; pure lust. The kiss was heated. It was rushed and messy. You pushed her away to take a breath.
"Are you okay? I'm-"
"I want you.." Her voice was above a whisper, voice raspy and low. Her lips were centimeters away from yours, you felt her breath on your lips. Her eyes were dark with want and something else. But before you could you think too much about it, she grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, you gave in. She immediately took control of the kiss, her tongue slipping inside your mouth.
She pushed you a little before she flipped your positions. Now it was you who was leaning on the counter while she was in front of you. Her kisses moved from your lips to your neck. Your hands wandered to her coat, pushing them off of her shoulders.
Her skin felt so hot under your touch, each time you made contact it was like your hands burned. You shouldn't be doing this. She's drunk.
Her hands travelled down to your stomach to your thighs. The air around you was thick and your breathing was heavy. Her mouth was busy leaving marks all over your neck and shoulder. You found yourself unbuttoning her shirt.
"A-are you sure you want to do this?" You husked into her ear, hands hovering just above her breasts. Though she didn't answer with words, her actions were pretty clear. Her hand slid into your underwear directly aiming for your clit. You pulled her by the hair, angling her lips to yours.
Narrator's Pov:
Lizzie's hand drew fast and tight circles around her clit, the younger woman's moans and whimpers encouraging her even more. She deepened the kiss, picking up the shape of her mouth, opening to taste the older woman's lips. Faintly, she could taste the beer on Lizzie's tongue, and in that moment, it was strangely the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
Lizzie's finger stroked feverishly, eager to hear more of her girlfriend's angelic moans. Without warning, she slid two fingers in her, drawing out a new sound from her.
"Fuck, Liz," She had the younger moaning her name, eyes closed as she panted. "I need you," Lizzie whispered into her ear, voice raspy and seducing. "I need you to come..." She demanded, fingers thrusting twice as hard while her thumb rubbed quick circles on her clit.
"Fuck! Shit! I- I'm g-" Lizzie cut her off by placing her lips on the younger woman's own, silencing the loud moan that the brunette screamed. The blonde helped her get off her high, silently placing her head on the brunette's shoulder.
"I'm sorry.." Were the last words she said before she passed out.
Go Slow.
A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update again!!! Our school has been a bit active lately T_T I'm so sorry guys!!