TAKE IT EASY • TC ✔️

51. G&Tea

uhhhh those of you who've been campaigning for them to have sex since like chapter twenty...this is it 🤸‍♀️

Timmy pulled away from the kiss and went in for another immediately. He barely took the time to breathe, barely even thought as he brought her closer to him, brought her lips closer to his. Lucia wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed up to his front, close, close, closer. Even closer.

Her lips were so warm against his own, her mouth soft, dangerous, scared, and like everything he was ever told to keep a secret.

Timmy tried to transfer all of his weight to his feet, tried to hold his balance, only she was leaning in so closely that he was forced to back up against the railing, cold metal pressing into his lower back as Lu pressed up against him from the front. He wasn't very heavy anyway, despite how tall he was, and Lu was insistent.

He moved his mouth awkwardly against her own, not sure how to progress things given that they were on the roof and he was still holding the butt of her cigarette between two fingers. Timmy worried that he'd accidentally end up stubbing it out on her sweater.

But then she was even closer somehow, her cool hands clasped tightly around his neck, and Timmy didn't know why people said that kissing was like walking on air. It wasn't. It was real and he was stuck on the ground, on the roof, his feet planted as Lu pushed every part of her body against his own.

She pulled away, went in for another kiss, and Timmy turned his head to the side. He couldn't breathe.

He panted heavily as Lu trailed kisses over his cheek, up the column of his nose, reaching up on her tiptoes to the space above his eyebrows. Timmy smiled bemusedly; tilted his head downwards, and she fell back onto the balls of her feet, pressing kisses over the arch of his eyebrow, down his temple, along his jawline, his chin, back to his lips.

"Sorry," she mumbled as Timmy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He suddenly felt like an idiot and started rambling.

"No, no, it was good, I liked it. I, yeah, it was nic-"

"I've just...always wanted to do that," she said, staring at his lips, and Timmy didn't know whether to look at her lips too. Didn't know if she was going to lean in for another kiss.

"Do what?" Timmy asked, as she hid her face in his neck, her lips pressed against the line where his collar met his neck. She didn't answer, but shuffled her feet in-between his own, nuzzling against his shoulder.

It was a few seconds before he realised that Lu was sobbing quietly. So quietly that her sobs were more sniffles, that her chest heaving against his own was more of a shiver. He held on tighter, so tight, his arms around her neck because hers were wound around his torso in a vice-like grip.

"I love you, Timmy," she mumbled into his neck, and then Timothée couldn't help himself. He grinned over her shoulder, at the concrete floor, at the top of the stairs where she'd appeared, at the blank, starless sky. He grinned and grinned and grinned until his cheeks hurt.

(And maybe that was wrong of him. Because she was crying, after all, and that was bad. Okay, that was bad.)

Timmy stroked her hair, squeezed his arms around her briefly, and pressed his lips against her hairline. Still smiling.

"Can we never do that again?" she asked, her breath warm against his collarbone, and the grin froze on Timmy's face.

"Kiss?"

"No, not kiss." A snotty giggle, muffled into the crook of his neck. "Fight."

"Oh," Timmy laughed. Threaded his fingers into her hair and began to stroke it gently. "I guess so," he smiled. Silence again, only not-really-silence because Lu was still snuffling into his shoulder and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.