novacane | griezmann

9 // ELLIOTT

"I can't help but wait until you see you for what you really are."

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"Would you happen to know how to tie a tie?" Antoine inquired, the next morning, as I watched him get dressed. Because we were in the city already and Antoine had claimed that there was still that party going on at his frat house, we had spent the night at his apartment.

"Why are you wearing a suit?" I finally inquired, standing up.

He shrugged. "I have a match."

"Well, you're in luck." I responded, shuffling my hair around as I got out of the bed, clad in just my underwear. "I do know how to tie a tie."

I stood about arms length away from Antoine as I got ahold of his tie, however he gave me a look. "Come here, Elliott."

I stepped closer to him. Clearly, that wasn't close enough; the palms of Antoine's cold hands found the bridge of my bare back and he pulled me even closer to him.

"Any respectable man knows how to do this." I teased, as I glanced up into his eyes before looking back at the tie. I could feel Antoine's breath on the tip of my nose; he truly wasn't much taller than me. "Do you think you'll be famous one day, Antoine?"

Antoine picked me up by my thighs, and kissed me. "I know I'll be famous." He concluded, with a smile. I closed my eyes as he moved over to the wall and pressed my body onto it before he continued to kiss my lips, clearly with no intention of stopping until he couldn't breath.

He pulled away, finally, and I sighed. "Now I have to get dressed," I stated. "But I can't wear the same clothes I wore yesterday."

"Then you can wear the clothes you've left here all the other nights."

"Those are probably filthy."

Antoine rolled his eyes. "I've washed them, Elliott."

"So my clothes will smell like you now?"

Antoine snorted. "Why do you seem so happy about that?"

"I do?"

Antoine sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to come over to him. I did so, uncontrollably fumbling with my hair. "Do you feel sorry for me?" I finally blurted, as he stared up at me from where he sat.

Antoine rose his eyebrows. "Well..." His voice drifted off. "How sorry I have to feel for you is up to me, isn't it?" I nodded. He closed his eyes. Antoine wouldn't have to feel sorry for me if he loved me how I loved him.

"Actually, don't respond to that." I took a step back. "I know the answer already."

Antoine let out a sigh of relief.

I began to pick out some clothes and ignored the fact that he was staring at me until he spoke up, leaving me to listen. "So, unless playing the piano is a good workout, you must be doing something else to earn such an amazing body."

I chose tight jeans and a button-up blouse, feeling my face burn. "You think I have a nice body?"

Antoine frowned. "Would I really be sleeping with you if I didn't?"