My Sister's Best Friend [T.Chalamet]

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We walk in, me slightly behind him. When he turns, I guess he sees me and how far I am from him. Mainly, because I'm slightly hesitant about his manager's reaction to both of us. He rolls his eyes slightly, walking towards me, then grabs one of my hands, rubbing his other hand on mine, placing a peck on my cheek, then walks back through the store towards his manager. Timothée's wearing his normal outfit choice: a hoodie with jogging bottoms and a jacket on top with the hood on his head, covering his face with sunglasses as well, mainly to stay out of the eyes of the paparazzi.

He greets his manager quite awkwardly. I think he's nervous. I mean, it is his first Oscar, hopefully one of many. They talk, and his manager leads him towards a rack of items that they have selected for him to try on for the Oscar ceremony. Just when I'm about to sit down, he turns to me and shows me a dress that he's holding. "Try this," he asks, stepping forward towards me and forcing it into my hands.

"Timmy," I whisper, "I don't even know if I'm even going."

"Either way, you're going to go. I need you there with me. Please," he pleads, cupping my face as he pouts his lip at me, making me laugh.

He kisses me on the cheek and follows me into the changing rooms; they leave us for some privacy. Waiting for us outside. We're both in separate sections for the changing rooms. Timothée instantly changes; I mean, it's not that hard for him. He's got a suit. My dress is slightly more complicated, with the zip and everything else. He asks if I'm okay or need any help. Eventually, I give in, and he pulls the curtain away, then stands in awe. We both do. Taking in each other in these beautiful outfits.

Instantly, I see a flicker in Timothée's eyes as he pushes me against the mirror, closing the curtains. My legs went around his waist, a little too high to make the contact I craved the most—that I knew would make me see those stars he promised me. My head spins out of control. The feel of his skinny yet strong body between my thighs is overwhelming, intoxicating, and provoking. I want to stay right here forever, with Timothée's weight on me as my body is wrapped around him. With his lips against mine. His hands were in my hair, moving to my face.

No. I want more than that, but I need all these clothes to go away first. Timothée pulls me closer into his chest, making my body churn, looking for the friction I ache for.

Without breaking the kiss or his hold on my body, he stands up on his skinny and strong legs, taking me up with him. Holding my legs around his waist, he positions me exactly where I was coming out of my skin for him to be, sending a twirl of pleasure through every cell in my body at the maddening sensation of having his hardness nestled between my thighs, the warmth of his hands on my ass seeping through the clothing of my dress, the heat of his length throbbing against my centre. Hot, so hot that my skin burns.

In two strides, Timothée has me against the wall. He rocks against my center just once, and it rips a painful whimper out of me.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he grits out against my lips, his body stiff and rocklike beneath my hands. "Tell me what's okay for me to do."

Pushing his hips in to hold me against the wall and bringing to my sight a starry sky of delirium, he dragged his hands up my sides. Stopping when he reached for the swell of my breasts, his long fingers grazed the thin cloth covering them.

"Does this feel good, baby?" he rasped.

I nod, unintentionally letting out a small whimper. He clasps his hand over my mouth. Smirking, he lets go and moves away. "I've never done that before," he says, his cheeks blazing red.

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Eventually, the time comes, and he leaves with Nicole a couple of weeks early for his interviews too. I drop him off at the airport and promise to meet him at the Oscars and to watch his interviews too. Saoirse says goodbye to him and Nicole too.

On the way home, with Saoirse driving, she notices my slight change in mood. She tries to cheer me up by taking me to eat. Just me and her and honestly, I really enjoy it. We order big, gourmet burgers and chips. I eat half of it, leaving the other half for later. I turn the radio on, and we both listen and try to sing all the way home.

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(837 words)

sorry this chapter is quite short, Think of it as a filler chapter:)

happy valentine's Day, my loves <3

Also, I may have started writing a Sirius and Regulus Black fanfic...