Summary: Being in New York for the reader's upcoming movie, it was required to do interview's on some of the most prestigious talk shows. The reader and Timothee's relationship take a sudden turn. This is PART TWO.
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Despite being in the late hours, New York was still illuminated while hustle and bustle still took place, as if it was still day. Walking beside Timothee, you couldn't help the content sigh that passed through the seams of your lips.
Your mind was quick to become clouded with thoughts about Timothee. He had quickly become someone of importance in your life. Rarely were you seen without the other, especially when working on set. He would always make time to sneak away from his own project to visit you and spend breaks with you.
Another sigh passed through your lips, as you gazed up at him. As you took in his features, you were able to make out a playful smirk that made its way along his lips.
"What?" He questioned, halting his movements, turning to face you
"Hm?" You asked. "Oh. Um. Nothing." You shrugged.
Giving you a knowing look, he raised an eyebrow at you. "Come on, Y/N." He spoke, nudging you slightly. "I know you like the back of my hand."
"I...I was just thinking about our friendship." You stated nonchalantly as you resumed walking in the direction of Timothee's place.
"Wait!" He yelled from behind you wrapping his hand gently around your wrist, pulling you to a stop.
"What?" You questioned in a weak voice.
"What...What were you thinking about...of our.." His voice trailed off before letting out a disappointed sigh. "Friendship."
In that moment, it was unknown whether it was the years of built-up tension or the way the city lights gleamed in his eyes, you moved to press yourself against him anchoring your hands in his curls. Nudging his nose with yours, fireworks erupted in your stomach. Placing your lips gently over his, you kissed him. The kiss was short as you bolted away from him, gazing at him apologetically.
"I'm...I'm so sorry." You sputtered out before turning to face the street, about to hail a taxi.
A firm hand grasped your wrist, spinning you to face the person. Your gaze was captured by Timothee's. As you were about to spew a string of excuses, his large hands cradled the back of your head, as he angled it upward allowing him to place his lips upon yours.
Closing your eyes, you were overcome by the moment. Placing your hands on his waist, you pulled him snug against you. His hands slipping down to your hips, as yours glided up into their previous place in his curls. Biting your bottom lip, a gasp fell from your lips as you were taken by surprise.
Taking the opportunity, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tracing along your teeth before sliding against yours. A moan escaped his lips at the contact of your tongue against his. Hearing Timothee's sensual moan, you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. His hand sliding down your backside giving you a gentle squeeze.
The unfamiliar touch caused another gasp to slip past your lips. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, as you exchanged breathes of pants.
A car horn caused you both to jump. Pulling you back to reality, you realized you and Timothee had just made out on the streets of New York, where prying eyes could see.
Just as you were about to speak, something wet and cold came in contact with your cheek. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you gazed at Timothee who mirrored your expression. Wiping away the substance, it didn't take long before rain was falling from the sky.
Giggling, you grasped Timothee's hand before you both bolted down the street in a hurry to make it to his apartment.
Making your way into his apartment, you quickly toed off your shoes.
"Come on, let's get out of these soaked clothes." Timothee grinned, as he laced his hand with yours leading you to his bedroom.
Releasing your hand, he glided around his room pulling clothes from his dresser. Grinning, he handed you a pile of his clothes. Returning his grin, you turned on your heel making your way towards the bathroom.
Closing the door, you leaned against it letting your head silently fall against it as a grin returned to your lips. Fireworks erupted in your stomach causing a fluttering feeling.
Changing into the clothes Timothee handed you, his aroma filled your nose as you were overwhelmed by the feeling of comfort. Venturing back to his bedroom, you saw he was already in bed beneath the blankets awaiting your return.
Smiling, you placed your clothes on the ground before sliding beneath the blankets. Opening his arms, you crawled over to him placing your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. Doing the same to you, your ears were filled with the melody of his beating heart. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your hair. In mere seconds, you were overwhelmed with sleep as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each breath. The sound of his heart lulling you to sleep.
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Standing behind the wall, you stood beside Timothee as your hands were linked. Giving you a reassuring squeeze you awaited the cue from James. Bringing your gaze towards Timothee, you were surprised to see his gaze was already on you.
"I'd like to welcome Timothee and Y/N!" The audience clapped as they welcomed you to the show.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you let go of Timothee's hand frowning slightly in the process, as you followed him out. Both of you waving at the crowd and smiling, as you made your way to your respective seats.
"Thank you both for being here," James spoke shaking both of your hands.
"Thanks for having us." Both you and Timothee spoke at the same time. Grinning at each other, you giggled.
As the interview went on, you were able to relax as Timothee answered the harder more prying questions allowing you to keep calm.
"One of our viewers sent this in," James spoke, reaching for an object. Placing a photo on the desk, the crowd erupted in "Ooh's."
Gazing at the photo, you realized it was the other night when you and Timothee had just done the Tonight Show.
Opening and closing your mouth, you were at a loss for words.
"So," James spoke. "Are you two dating?" He questioned smirking as he placed his chin in his palm wiggling his eyebrows at you and Timothee expectantly.
Exchanging a look, you lifted your curled middle finger over your index finger, as Timothee did the same.
