You walked over to the loveseat that Helena was sitting on, presenting her with a cup of tea and keeping one for yourself. She had just gotten the script for her new show, and she had been reading it for almost two hours.
"I made you some tea," you told her, handing her the cup. She looked up and smiled at you, taking the cup from your hands.
"Thank you, my love," she said, patting the space on the couch next to you for you to sit.
You sat down, snuggling into her chest. She looked adorable: she had her glasses on and had her hair up in a messy bun. You leaned up and kissed her soft lips. As she kissed you back, her hands gently caressed your cheek.
"How's the script?" you asked.
"It's brilliant, I really love it," she told you excitedly.
"Good! I can't wait to watch you act".
"Will you help me read lines?"
"Of course, I will, but not right now".
She frowned. "And why not?"
"Because you've been reading over the script for hours and you need a break," you insisted.
She laughed. "What would I do without you?"
"Too much work," you joked. You sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, drinking your tea, when you had a thought.
You turned to her. "Hellie, you're going to be filming in England, right?"
She nodded. "For the most part, but a little bit in Scotland too".
"Good?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I can't live without you," you told her.
She smiled, kissing your forehead. "Me neither. But you'll come with me on set, right?"
" Definitely, I have to see my favorite cast member Vanessa Kirby," you teased.
"Oh shut it, you know I'm your favorite," she said, laughing. She hugged you, kissing you passionately.
"But seriously, of course I'll come with you when you film. I don't want to be away from you," you told her as she played with your hair.
"I was thinking we should go away together since I don't have to film for a few months. Even though you'll be with me, I'll still be pretty busy. At least now we can spend time just the two of us," she suggested.
"I'd love to go away together. Where were you thinking?" you asked her.
"Have you ever been to France, y/n?"
"I've been to Paris for a day. I took the train there when I first moved to London," you explained.
"Only a day?" she asked, and you nodded, "well, that's not the way to do it. We can go for a month if you'd like. And I was thinking more of the French countryside".
"I've never been".
"Perfect, we'll go together," she insisted, and you agreed, not that you would argue going to France alone with your beautiful girlfriend.
"I want to bring nice clothes," you told her. It was later on in the day and you were packing a suitcase.
"You have a good style," she said, "and don't worry about bringing everything. I'm planning on spending a lot of money on you in France".
"Helena, you don't have to..." you began but was cut off by her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.
"Yes I do, my darling girl," she whispered, making you blush, "you deserve it".
The next morning, you were off to France. The flight was a few hours long, and with the time difference, you made it to France by the early afternoon. You were picked up in a limo by your diver, and taken through a very scenic drive on the way to the house.
"It's so beautiful here," you told her, looking around, eyes full of wonder at all the sights around you.
"One of my favorite places in the world," she said happily, taking your hand from across the seat and squeezing it, "we're almost at the villa".
You nodded. "So we're renting for a month?"
"Darling, I own it," she told you.
"Sugar mommy!" you exclaimed. She laughed, playfully rolling her eyes.
"Oh, shut it!" she joked, playfully hitting your arm.
"Don't be mad, baby," you teased, knowing she wasn't.
"Never". She lifted up your face with her fingers, so you could look her in the eye. She pulled you close and kissed you.
You kissed her back, her lips soft and beautiful. You felt so close to her as one of her hands went to your back, the other stroking your cheek. You allowed yourself to get completely lost in her touch. She moved her tongue into your mouth, and you moaned into her kiss. Your hands moved to her hair, feeling her smirk against your lips. You faintly heard a noise, but barely since you were so consumed in her touch. Clearly, she barely heard it either. The second time, you heard the driver clearing his throat, louder this time.
"Oh, sorry love," Helena said, turning to him, "we were snogging back here". You blushed, even though you knew he was used to it.
"Quite alright, ma'am. I just wanted to let you know we're here," he said, nodding to the villa. You both thanked him, getting out of the car. He brought in your suitcases and shut the two, leaving the two of you alone.
"Would you like a tour?" she asked, watching you look around the house.
It was beautiful, and just like Helena, had a lot of character. There was a cozy sunroom, which you couldn't wait to hang out in. There was even a garden outside, filled with the most colorful flowers you had ever seen.
"Thank you for bringing me here," you said as she settled into the couch in the sunroom, patting it for you to sit next to her.
"I want to share everything with you, hon, you know that". You smiled, snuggling into her side. She got out a pad of paper and pen from the drawer next to the couch, then turned back to you.
"We should to make a list of everything we want to do while we're here," she suggested.
"Oh je suis excité!" you said excitedly. You were so proud of yourself for your French abilities, but she started chuckling. "What?" you asked, confused at her reaction.
"Kitten, that doesn't mean what you think it means," she told you softly, moving her face closer to yours, and you felt her breath on your ear.
"What does it mean?" you ask, blushing at her closeness.
"Means you're horny, love," she told you nonchalantly, kissing your ear before pulling away, a hand resting on your thigh.
Your face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, that's not what I-"
She laughed at your flustered expression. "Well, you are with me," she teased, making you laugh, "so do you know French y/n. I mean, you must know a little to know 'je suis'"
"I took high school French. Clearly, we didn't learn how to say 'excited,'" you joked.
She laughed. "You can use 'surexité," she taught you, and you nodded, "I always forget how young you are," she added after a moment.
"That's not a problem, is it?" you asked quickly. Neither of you had really brought this up since you started dating, so you were nervous.
She shook her head. "No, no, of course not my love. I'm in love with you and that's all that matters," she reassured you, kissing the top of your hand comfortingly.
"I'm glad," you agreed, blushing at the little kiss.
"The good thing is the media stopped fixating on our, shall I say, little age difference".
"Do you think they'll bother us much when we're here?" you asked.
"Probably a little bit. We are a hot celebrity couple," she said, tracing little circles and patterns on your back.
You giggled. "True".
"Y/n?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you've spoken to your mother since she found out about us? Talking about our age difference reminded me of when she called me a cougar".
"And I'm still so sorry about that, Hellie".
"It's alright, my love. You didn't do anything," she insisted.
"But no, I haven't spoken to her since then".
"Are you okay with that?" she asked delicately.
You laughed. You were so okay with it that it was almost concerning.
"Of course I'm okay with it," you reassured her, "you met my mother, she's an absolute menace".
"I just wanted to make sure I'm not keeping you from any family," she told you.
"You're the only family I need, Hellie," you insisted, looking into her deep brown eyes. A light blush crept onto her face, and she leaned down to softly kiss your lips, her touch full of love and passion.
Authors note: hey so let me know if there's anything you want me to add in these France chapters! I'll probably be writing one or two more I'm not sure yet.
