Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Even the sun sets in paradise

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Millie was admiring the roses Finn gave her in order to make peace two days before; he really had a great taste in choosing flowers.

As she brushed the tip of her fingers on the soft flowers, she smiled shyly, suddenly feeling his presence around her: she still remembered the way he touched her, how his hands caressed her everywhere, the warmth of his lips, the mark he left her on her neck...

Her body felt good after it. Insanely good, to be more specific. She took a rose out of the crystal vase and she let herself fall on the bed; it was childish and stupid falling in love with a man that would have disappeared from her life the following day, but she couldn't help it. She fell for him, and how amazing it was loving someone, being totally devoted to a person unconditionally?

She still was admiring her arm covered by the white sleeve of her blouse and the rose in her hand: that flower was a gift from the man she loved; that was a gift from the man who kissed her; that was a gift which represented forgiveness for his previous actions. It meant everything.

"I love you." she whispered, smiling, staring at the ceiling with sweet eyes.

"I love how you make me feel." she talked again, staring at the flower, letting her heart out.

"I love how you love me and how much I love you back. I love you make me feel protected. I love how you are wrong and need my help to improve. I love how you are amazing in everything you do. I love your freckle on your nose. I love your smirk when you say something stupid. I love how passionate are about music and art. I love your beanies. I love your roundish glasses. I love how our difference can complement each other so well." she went on and on, letting out all of her emotions, the secrets she kept in her heart, the undeniable truth she had conceived inside of her since the very start.

And in that moment, Millie's eyes widened. The awareness of it was so difficult to handle; having admitted to herself was even more disturbing, in a way. Because she had fallen for the Beast, for the man she totally and unconditionally despised in the very beginning.

How ironical.

A smile appeared on her face. The impelling need to see him was there and, of course, she couldn't and wouldn't stop it. Running upstairs, her feet moved to the west wing where Finn Wolfhard was playing: the window of the secret room was opened, from which filtered some rays of sunshine that fondled his silhouette, conferring him a special aura, making him even more handsome than he already was.

He had his white shirt on; it was slightly unbuttoned from which she could glimpse his collar bone, and his legs were covered by a nice pair of white pants too. Every detail about his body drove her crazy: the tangle of curly ebony hair she couldn't wait to touch; his long eyelashes, curved, hypnotic; his reddish lips contracted into a serious expression she couldn't define. Just drowning into his music. Bitten lips, hands going out of his control as his fingers were playing a melody she didn't recognize.

Carefully making her way to his music room, Millie rested her trembling hands on his shoulders, making him immediately stop to play. As her arms wrapped his neck from behind, her lips were already kissing the top of his head, full of ebony curls, her nostrils inhaling the delicious scent of jasmine and shampoo.

"Baby doll." Finn smiled, rolling up his eyes in order to see her; Millie's touch was unmistakable, "What are you doing here?"

Millie smiled, biting her own lips, "I want cuddles."

"Oh, I see..."