peaches

      TIMOTHÉE OPENED THE door to Rosas apartment as neither spoke a word to each other. Neither had spoken to each other the whole journey home. She didn't know what to say to him and he certainly didn't know what to say to her.

"Thank you. You can go now if you'd like?" Rosa whispered, taking her suite case through into the living room.

Timothée nodded, turning towards the door. Rosas heart dropped has she prayed he'd of said No it's fine, I'll stay. Here let me take your bag. I'm sorry. But she heard his footsteps and suddenly fell to the floor in tears.

Warm arms wrapped around her as he cradled her in them. She buried her head into his chest, his mouth shushing her. He pulled back her head as she stared into his eyes and he shook his head. His lips kissed her tears away gently, one at a time

"I'm sorry." She mumbled. Sighing, she turned away from him, his arms not moving.

"It's okay. It's my fault anyway." Timothée whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't turn up on Friday, we were filming so much and I thought about you and i wanted to come to you but I couldn't."

"You could of told me." Rosa wiped away another tear that fell out of her eye. Timothée grabbed her, turning her to face him.

"I could of told you."

He lent in as Rosa copied, both itching to taste each other's lips once again and both sighing when they felt the warm muscle touch theirs. They smiled, kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing. It was ages until they pulled away, both lips plump. Rosa planted another kiss on Timothée's lips as Timothée stole one too.

They decided to watch a movie together, both snuggled together on the sofa, stealing kisses. Timothée kisses her shoulder or her neck every now and again, licking her ear or simply making out with her. He wanted her. He wanted her as his.

"Hey, Rosa-"

The door bell rang as Rosa rolled her eyes, holding up the one minute finger and heading towards the door. She opened it and both Tom and Armie were there, smiling, already engulfing her in a hug as Timothée watched, jealousy itching is veins. He wanted Rosa. And he was going to get her.