The feeling his arms wrapping themselves around you and his head nuzzling itself at the back of your neck wakes you up. It's close to 10 o'clock but the room is still decently dark due to the lack of sunlight outside. The sun is hiding behind clouds the same way you are under the covers. You can hear the sound of the neighbor's shovel brushing against the ground as they try to get rid of the snow on their balcony, a dog barking across the street and cars honking in the distance.
Timothée uses your hair being held up in a bun as an opportunity to kiss his way from your shoulder to the spot behind your ear and causes goosebumps to rise wherever his mouth goes. You reach out to hold his hand that's resting on your stomach before turning your head around just enough so that your already puckered lips meet his in a short peck. You close your eyes and smile. It feels safe, you're at home.
An urge to feel his lips on yours suddenly takes over your body, making you wiggle around in his embrace until your chests are pressed against one another, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him deeply on the mouth. Timothée's eyes stay shut when you pull away, "Good morning." he mumbles, his voice sleepy and husky. You repeat his words and bring a hand up to his hair, brushing it out of his face. When he first showed it to you, you felt as though his haircut made him seem more mature, older, but in the morning, when it's all fluffed up and messy over his head, it's the near opposite.
He smirks, Timothée has an idea and you can tell. His hands find their way to yours and he entangles your fingers together. You lay down on your back and giggle when he pins your hands above your head, holding them in place. Timothée's teasing you and is fully aware of his effect on you. His slightly parted mouth hovers atop your skin, making you feel his breath on your neck, cheeks, collarbones and the spot just above your lips. "What are you doing?" you ask and he doesn't say anything back, only chuckles. Eventually, you give in and say what you know he has been waiting for, "Kiss me." A smirk creeps onto his face once again - or maybe it had never left - before he finally crashes your lips together.
You respond immediately. After he lets go of your hands, your arms find their way around Timothée's neck and bring your bodies as close as they could possibly be. Your tongues slip into the other's mouth and deepen the kiss even more.
Minutes have passed when you both slowly pull away from one another, still keeping your arms wrapped around each other and bodies glued together. After a small moment of silence and of strictly cuddling, he proposes that you should go out for breakfast since there's barely no food in his apartment. "Yeah, I'm just gonna go shower first. S'okay if I use your stuff?" You say. Timothée nods against his pillow as he watches you roll out of bed.
Your feet hit the ground and you're back to reality but he pulls you right back in by softly reaching for your hand again. You look back at his face and smile when he tells you he loves you. You say it back without hesitation, almost instantly, and head to his bathroom.
You turn the water on and start undressing, leaving your pyjamas on the floor before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind you. You take some of his shampoo and start massaging it through your hair. Suddenly, your entire surroundings smell like him and you couldn't be happier about it.
It's only when he opens the shower curtain that you realize that Timothée had walked into the room. You're quick to notice his lack of any type if clothing and laugh as you invite him to join you. He gladly accepts the invitation, walking over to hug you with his chest against your back. He brushes your wet hair to the side and presses a long kiss to your shoulder. His traveling hands make what he has in mind evident, as if he was thinking out loud. You lean back onto his tall frame and close your eyes.
The both of you stay like this for a while before another urge to kiss him overtakes your body, causing you to, just like earlier in bed, spin around and delicately do so. Your lips are still dancing against one another when you drag your hand down his chest and slowly start to move it up and down his growing hardness. Your kisses make their way to his neck and your heart melts when he calls you mon amour, knowing very well that him speaking french makes your knees weak.
Your hand keeps its pace for around a minute before Timothée slowly slips out of your touch, dragging his lips down your stomach as he gets down on both of his knees, occasionally pecking the surface of your skin. He ends up perfectly at eye level with your core and instantly starts pressing gentle kisses around the area where you need him the most. When his tongue finally meets your clit, a loud moan escape your mouth without any sort of warning.
You strongly grasps at his hair and sigh his name which seems to be the only word you can speak. His mouth continues its attack, kissing, licking and sucking onto your heat as his hands sail across you body, groping at your butt and breasts continuously. You're not embarrassed even tough you're particularly loud this morning, you know how much he loves it when you are. However you want more, you need more, it's urgent. "Babe... I- I want you." you manage to say and he pulls away, looking up at you with his eyes sparkling from lust, "I need you. Right now."
Timothée chuckles at your authority as he gets up from the floor, holding onto you for much needed support on the wet floor. When he's back up on his feet, he quickly pulls open the curtain and reaches for the cabinet next to his bathroom's mirror, leaning onto the sink for support this time. His hurriness makes him drop the small box but after much struggle, his hands finally land on a condom. He swiftly puts it on and throws the packaging out of the shower not giving a care in the world where it lands.
Timothée kisses you again, hard. He pushes you against the wall and proceeds to help you turn around so he's back behind you. Yours hands lay flat on the wall and you feel his come around your waist before he finally slips into you. You can't help but to gasp when you feel him completely inside of you.
One of your hand reaches back to hold his neck as the other stays against the wall, making his face stay right next to yours. He wraps his arms around your stomach, bringing your body as close to his as possible and languidly kisses you when you turn your head towards his. He moans into the kiss and curses against your lips before speeding up his thrusts. You're both moaning messes as the only noises being heard in this small bathroom in New York are the ones resulting from your skin hitting one another and the others your mouths are making.
"I'm close, I'm close," he rapidly says against your shoulder. His pace quickens and you moan out his name once again. He holds onto you for dear life and loudly curses as you feel him come undone inside of you. That feeling alone would've been enough to make you dizzy with pleasure but it combined with everything that had preceded his orgasm provoked your own explosively. Your fingers tug roughly at his hair, your eyes are shut, your lips parted, your breathing fast and you see stars.
