Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

43.Fireworks

(Warning: smut and sexual content)

(Timothée's pov)
I watch her as she sleeps, her long brown hair falls down her shoulders and covers her naked breasts.My legs are in tangled in hers and I can feel her light breathing on my chest.I could watch her forever.

The typical December wintry and frigid mornings in France feel oddly warm and consoling. I know it only feels this way because I'm with her. My Amelia.I take a stray piece of her hair that's fallen on her face and gently tuck it behind her ear. I'm so in love with her.

I feel her stir in response to my touch, "Timothée?"She mumbles in her adorable sleepy voice.

"Good morning Baby."I say with a soft smile as my index finger traces a long her cheek.

"Why am I still so tired?"She mutters with her eyes still closed.

"Jet lag." I say simply and I see her slowly flutter her eyes open so her sultry blue eyes look into mine. So many shades of blue. She has always had me wrapped around her finger just with one look into her eyes.We lie there for a moment, staring deeply at each other, our looks speaking all the words words we don't say.

"I'm hungry." She suddenly pouts, her freckled nose scrunching up in the cutest way.

"See? that stop to the market yesterday wasn't such a bad idea now was it?"I grin and pull her waist closer to mine.

"You'll never miss a chance to say I told you so will you?" She rolls her eyes, a small smile forming on her lips.

"No..because you can be such a pain in the ass sometimes." I say teasingly and hear her laugh.I love making her laugh.

"Fine smart ass. You were right! Happy now?" She says through a giggle and feel her her fingers grip at the top of my boxers.

"How about you sleep for a little will longer while I go make us breakfast?" I say while breaking our bodies apart and rising off of the bed.

"That sounds amazing." She says blissfully,stretching her body across the white bed sheets which causes me to chuckle. She's so amusing.Every tiny thing about her amuses me.

Right as I'm finishing up making us our breakfast I feel a pair of small arms hug around my waist from behind.

"Quite a chef I have here." Amelia says sweetly and presses a kiss on my back.The feeling of her lips makes me quiver.

"You know I never do these sorts of things for anyone else but you right?" I spin around, facing her now.

"What? Timothée Chalamet doesn't make all of his MANY girlfriends and one night stands breakfast?" She gasps, pretending to be shocked.

I smile at her and hand over her plate,"Very funny but I wasn't referring just to breakfast. I meant everything. You have me on a string.I only behave this way with you."I say honestly, pulling out a chair in the kitchen as she joins me.

"Didn't realize we we're getting so deep.." She sits down. "Explain. I want to know what you mean by that." Her eyes lock into mine, as she picks up a piece of fruit on her plate up with her fork.

I can tell that she means it. I'm not sure if it's because we're all alone now but I feel like we can really open up to each other now.I think it's because there's too much at stake for any more miscommunication between us.This is the first time in a long time that we are speaking without any reservations and I like it.