warnings-smut! masturbation, dirty talk
word count- 1738
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i've been away from home for a little over a week now, in NY for fashion week. tim unable to attend since he caught covid randomly, bumming both of us out. he raved for a month about how excited he was to finally be able to see me go down the runway in person, since he would be taking a break from filming for a few months. but here he was in our LA apartment in quarantine while i was all the way in new york.
i felt extremely bad for timmy, me unable to cater to him while he was sick, let alone text him during the day. i was constantly busy with fittings, meetings, shows, and hanging out with my friends that i never get to see since me and tim moved to LA to pursue his acting career.
i finally made my way back to the fancy hotel, freezing my ass off considering it was february in new york when my phone started buzzing. i rolled my eyes, knowing it was one of my agents about to annoy me when all i wanted to do was take a hot bath and go to sleep.
i dug my phone out of my trench coat pocket while also trying to unlock the hotel room with the key card, it falling out of my hand.
"god damnit." i said, bending over with a million coats on while my phone was still ringing very loudly, me getting annoyed quickly. i finally got the card, unlocking the door and stepping in while seeing who was calling me.
"timmy" my phone read, a picture i took of him on our first date filling my screen. i smiled, getting to talk to him after a long and stressful day was exactly what i needed. i clicked accept, his face popping up on the screen after the call found connection.
"hi my pretty girl" timmy said smiling, my heart melting at his nice words.
"hi my love" i said, setting my stuff down on the counter, shrugging off my coats.
he noticed, "oh are you busy? i can call back later."
"no you called me at the perfect time, i just got back. thank god. today was literally so stressful for no reason." i said, propping my phone up as i scrambled around, picking up the messy hotel room.
he frowned "it's supposed to be a really good week and i feel like everyday has just been so bad, im sorry love." he said
"it has been a good week, but this is just the behind the scenes shit that we get paid not to talk about" i said, rolling my eyes and laughing.
"yeah i get that. plus fashion week is a really big deal so i'm sure they want everything to be perfect, you know? i would just try your best to make the best of it. anyways, how was dinner with your friends" he always knew exactly what to say to calm me down.
i moved my phone to the bedroom area and sat it on the bed as i undressed and got into comfy clothes, timothee watching with close eyes and a clenched jaw. i chuckled at him, such a boy thing to do.
"dinner was really good actually, i was thinking of you the entire time." i said, telling the truth. i thought about what he would do if he was there, rubbing my thighs under the table, whispering dirty things in my ear, staring at my figure in my tight dress. something he always did. but i won't complain.
i made my way to the bed, settling in and wrapping up in the hotel blankets.
"awe that's so sweet my love, im really sorry i can't make it. id do anything to be laying with you right now" he said, me knowing exactly what he meant by that.
"i really wish you were here tim, i really miss you" i pouted, facetime only doing so much. nothing compared to really being with him in person. i miss his touch, his scent, waking up next to him. luckily i only had a few days left until i could go back home.
