from: @adoresobs on tumblr
tw: fluff , language , implied smut
B L I S S - a state of supreme happiness, utter joy or contentment
you were bored. bored to the point where you just wanted to sleep even if you hadn't even done anything the whole day. you were sure it wasn't the same with timothée because he was always busy. it was one of the perks of being an actor and public figure. you had always wanted to just stay in the house when you could actually leave but now? not so much.
leaving and going to see friends was the main thing you wanted to do right now instead of reread books and channel surf the entire day.
you walked into your shared bedroom, finding timothée sitting on the bed, his focus on his laptop. "guess what you should do?" you spoke, making his head fly up.
"and what's that?"
"pay attention to me." you suggested, walking to him and climbing into his lap. he wrapped an arm around you and used the other to work on the laptop. "i'm working, mon amour. just give me thirty minutes, i promise." he muttered, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek and neck.
"hm, but where's the fun in that?"
he was about to ask what you meant but a slight groan came out instead when you began to kiss and suck lightly on his neck.
"you couldn't wait?" he managed to get out, feeling you shake your head.
"nope," you answered simply, letting your hand slip up his shirt.
timothée pushed his laptop to the side. "fine, we gotta be quick, though." he gave in which was something he always did when it involved you.
"well....we'll see." you said with a giggle, placing your lips onto his.
