rosie | griezmann

7

Rosie lay next to Antoine as they stared up at the night sky, which provided a perfect substitute for the ceiling.

Well, technically, things were going much differently. Rosie actually had her eyes closed, and Antoine was staring at her more than he was the wonders that the universe had to offer—after all, wasn't she one of them herself? 

It had only been a week since they shared a magnificent, mouth-watering kiss, and they hadn't talked about it at all. But, it was almost like they didn't need to. The attraction they held for one another was just there. 

"What are you thinking about?" She opened her eyes and briefly placed them on Antoine's, causing him to blush.

"I was just thinking..." He paused and looked back at the sky. "It's truly easy to find beauty in ordinary things. Like the silver stars that sprinkle the night sky, or the sunset." He shrugged a little. "But maybe the most beautiful stars can be found in your eyes. And then I get to thinking, how could something as breathtaking as you be considered ordinary in the first place?"

Rosie smiled. "You're the sweetest, Antoine."

Antoine sighed. "I just think out loud sometimes. Forgive me, I don't want to get you in trouble for this."

"There are no hidden cameras around."

"But I know you aren't supposed to." Antoine bit his lip. "And I don't want you to lose your job."

"My job is to get you better, so that you can go back to doing the things you love." Rosie spoke, sitting up. "It's chilly. Should we go back inside?" They were on the ceiling of Antoine's penthouse apartment, where she'd never seen a view as beautiful of Madrid as she did in that very location.

Antoine stood up. "Do you have to leave?"

"No, not if you don't want me to."

"But do you want to leave?" Antoine bit his lip, worriedly. Was he bothering her? Was she bored?

"No, I don't." Rosie stood and faced the Frenchman, gazing up at him. Antoine blushed, growing self conscious. He looked away.

"Let's go back inside, then."

Rosie followed him back into his apartment, quietly. She didn't know what to make of their relationship. Not relationship as in dating, but simply the way they interacted with one another. A therapist was never supposed to get romantically involved with her client, and she still felt that way. Antoine was depressed. If he wasn't depressed, there was a huge chance that he may not even be attracted to Rosie. So she felt, at times, like she was taking advantage of him.

When Rosie snapped back to reality, she realized that they had landed themselves back in Antoine's large bedroom. Antoine closed the door and leant against it, sighing as he eyed Rosie. "Is this okay?"

"It depends on what this is."

Antoine took Rosie's hand and pulled her towards him, gently, before kissing her passionately. Rosie's eyes fluttered closed and Antoine's hands caressed her sides before resting on her hips, where they remained, until Rosie cut the kiss short and spoke. "I don't know if this is right."

"Isn't it okay to be wrong?"

Rosie placed her hands at the hem of her shirt. "Okay," she murmured, walking back, guiding Antoine to his own bed. "We'll be wrong, Anto. But just for tonight."

Antoine's entire body grew warm as he lay Rosie on the bed and moved so that he hovered over her before he pressed his forehead to hers, feeling his lips brush against hers as well as their breaths intermingled and became one. He repeated her words in confirmation before kissing her yet again, no longer holding back the feelings he'd had bubbled up for his olive-skinned therapist as he did so. "Just for tonight."