peaches

"OKAY, OKAY SLOW down." Rosa placed a hand on her forehead. "It's fine. I won't see her. We're coming back tomorrow. It's urgent. That's why. Armie, Armie please breath for gods sake." Timothée rested his hand onto her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. She put hers on top, smiling up at him.

"Yes Timmy is fine. He's more than fine. Ew! No, not in that way. I don't care about what you and Elizabeth do. Shut up or I'm hanging up." Rosa pressed the end button, flinging her phone onto the sofa. Timothée span her around, placing a kiss on her lips before rubbing her arms.

"Hey. It's okay. We're leaving soon. We won't see her." He reassured her. She sighed and nodded.

"I know, it's just people are finding out about everything on instagram. It's just a mess." She slumped down on the sofa. "I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything. All you have to do is breath. We really don't need another incident of yesterday." Timothée reminded her.

Rosa nodded. "It was nothing. Just a nose bleed."

"And random bruises on your spine? It's not nothing."

"Who's Saoirse?" Rosa asked, looking up from her phone screen.

"A co-worker. She's in Lady Bird." Timothée sat down next to Rosa, flinging an arm around her. "Why?"

"Oh, she just commented on my instagram that's all." Rosa shrugged, putting her phone down and snuggling into Timothée. "We should move here."

Timmy laughed. "Really? What about our jobs?"

"We could become Italian actors. I mean you've filmed here before." Rosa turned to Timmy, sitting up on her legs. "Teach me some Italian."

"Really? I don't know that much."

"Just do it. Try and seduce me." She winked at him as Timmy cleared his throat.

"Um okay," He opened his mouth, letting off a small giggle before turning serious. "Ti voglio così male bambina."

"I have no fucking clue what that said but damn that was hot." Rosa whispered.

"Yeah? Was it?" Timmy teased moving closer to her. "mi accendi così tanto."

He pushed her hair out the way and began kissing her neck slowly. "Cosa volete che faccia?"

She moaned lightly, gripping at his t-shirt. "I want you to take me to the bedroom, and loose me forever." She looked him dead in the eyes as Timmy nodded, quickly gathering her up in his arms and gently placing her on the bed.

His arms wrapped around her, removing her t-shirt before gasping. His fingers traced new bruises that were now on her stomach. Rosa glanced down, covering them.

"Fucking hell."