MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Mistletoe (P2)

Info - rivalry, mistletoe kiss, reader hates Timmy but is attracted to him, Timothée confessing to lying and faking, some under the clothes stuff during makeout

"Is there a reason you keep following me around?" I asked him.

"There is, but I don't care to say it," he chuckled. I was still at this ridiculous party and since Timothée had kissed me, he'd trailed behind me like a puppy. I didn't like how nice the kiss had been. I wished I could say there had been no spark, no passion, but I'd be lying.

"Are you exited about filming?" He asked.

"Not particularly," I said.

"Well I am," he smiled gently.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, if you couldn't tell, I have a massive crush on you," he said, I stopped in shock.

"Oh shit, finally," he said looking up. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I couldn't push him away, his lips were so tender, his hands deliciously large. He held me to him, my body pressed flush to his. I started to forget I was supposed to hate him as his one hand moved down. His thumb brushed gently on the skin of my hips just under my top, and it was setting me on fire.

"Touch me," I gasped into his mouth. His hand traveled up my shirt and squeezed my breast. I was panting. Why did he intrigue me with his body but repel me with his personality? My hands went up his shirt as well, and he moaned into my mouth.

"Excellent!" I heard and broke the connection. I removed my hands quickly, but Timothée didn't. Our director was beaming and clapping.

"Getting a head start! I knew I wouldn't need a chemistry read with you two," he said, giving us a thumbs up. I opened a mouth to rebuke him, but he walked away.

"Why did you fucking do that?" I demanded and pushed him away roughly. He pointed upwards. Another mistletoe hung over our heads and I blushed fiercely, I hadn't even needed that excuse, I'd just let him kiss me, and I was disgusted with myself.

"That's why you've been following me, to embarrass me again with a mistletoe?" I snapped.

"Not to embarrass you, to kiss you, because I like you," he said with a quirked lip.

"Timothée you make no sense, and you're a liar," I sighed.

"I am not, I've liked you since we did our first project together. If the only way to get your attention was to be in a fake rivalry-"

"But it ISN'T fake," I snapped.

"It is for me. I've never thought I was better than you. I admire your work. I kept it up because I needed your attention, but then we kissed and I felt it, you're attracted to me if you aren't anything else, so I'm going to work with that."

"I don't believe you," I said, feeling an odd twist in my stomach.

"Well, that doesn't matter, now that we have this opportunity, and I know I have a small chance, I'm going to win you over. Wait for me to sweep you off your feet," he gave me a cheeky grin.

"It won't work."

"And I won't stop."