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move in with me

timothée's pov

Y/n wiggled out of my arms, standing up from the couch. I grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?"

"To change," she said "I'll be right back."

I pouted as she walked away, going to grab her duffel bag. The bathroom door closed and I continued watching the movie.

About five minutes passed and she came out in her leggings and an oversized t-shirt, crawling right on top of me like she had been earlier.

She laid her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a kiss to the top of her head.

We continued watching (whatever movie you want) all the way through the end.

The second the credits rolled, a soft snore came from her mouth. I moved my head around to look at her face, she was sleeping.

I took one hand off of her and reached for the remote, turning off the tv.

"Baby." I rubbed her back.

"Hmm.." she seemed to snuggled close to me.

"Wake up, love."

Her head slowly lifted from my chest and she looked at me with a droopy face and tired eyes.

"What time is it?"

"Late." I huffed.

She yawned. "I'm ready for bed."

"Me too."

She got off of me, standing up once again, and rubbed her eyes roughly.

"Come on." I held her hand and we tracked our way to my bedroom.

She walked over to what was now considered 'her' side of the bed, without actually calling it that, we both knew that it was. And I walked to my side of course.

We crawled in at the same time. She situated herself as I did too, I held out my arms and she moved into them, facing me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, giving soft kisses to her face. Ones she loves getting as she falls asleep.

Her hand trailed from my chest, around my neck, and to the back of my head, raking her nails through my hair.

"I love your bed," she sighed "so comfy."

"You mean our bed?"

Her throat cleared. "No, your bed."

"It's technically ours if you think about it."

"How?" she turned her face away and yawned.

"You sleep over here all the time, you always sleep on that side of the bed and I on this side. It's technically ours now."

"But it's still yours, it's in your apartment. I just sleep over all the time." her voice rose, no longer was she close to falling asleep, but wide awake again.

"You love my bed, right?"

"Obviously." she moved closer to me.

"Why not make it officially ours then? You use my bathroom, make it our bathroom. You cook and eat in my kitchen, make it our kitchen."

She didn't reply, but sniffled a bit. "Are you asking me what I think you're asking?"

"If what I'm asking you is to move in with me, then yes." I smiled even though she couldn't see.

She pushed out of my arms roughly, and sat on top of me. "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." my hands held into her hips.

She leaned down, and kissed me.

"Is that a yes?" I chuckled.

"A thousand times yes."