l'amour à Paris

chapter xxxv

for the past three weeks, gwyneth and timothee have been inseparable. keeping each other company on set, timothee coming into gwen's room each night to sleep in her bed together, and posting instagrams featuring each other and inside jokes. gwen even got him hooked on glee to which he's binge watching every night before they go to sleep and now they're all the way on season 4.

it's the last week of filming for the gwen, armie, and timothee in crema before they go their separate ways. with gwen and armie heading to new england to film and timmy to go paris for his filming.

"is it done yet?" gwen calls out from her bed, waiting for timothee to return with popcorn so they can continue watching glee

"we need to work on patience with you, don't we" timmy smiles as he enters the room with a bag of microwave popcorn in one hand and two beer cans stacked on top of each other in the other

"blah" gwen sticks her tongue out at the thought of learning patience "being impatient is one of my most character defining qualities. it'd be a shame if i were to learn patience. yuck"

"god forbid" timothee laughs and presses the play button on the remote to start the season four premiere episode of glee

gwen turns on her side to face timothee halfway through the episode

"i'm really gonna miss you after this week" she says and he turns to look at her, and kisses her forehead 

"i have a few days off so i can come with you to boston maybe?" timothee's words make gwen's eyes practically pop out of her head

"you're kidding!?" she asks and he shakes his head "oh my god, i'm so excited. i have so much to show you. i have to take you to the north end, to faneuil hall, to wahlburgers, to FENWAY. we'll have to go to gillette so we can get you some pats gear, i can take you to meet my parents and all, i can take you down to the cape to our beach house. ohmygod"

"hey, babe, it's okay calm down a little. i know you're excited" timothee smiles widely "i'm pretty sure we're flying to JFK so we could possibly make a stop at hell's kitchen to say hi to nicole and marc? if it's not too much. just my mom keeps asking about you and you haven't met my dad yet. i want you to meet pauline too, i'm just not sure if she'll be home."

"i can't wait" gwen smiles and cusps timmy's cheeks in her hands

"really?" he asks and gwen nods, inches away from his lips

"i can't wait to meet everyone" gwen and timothee's lips connect, the fire igniting between the two of them

"great. i know that they can't wait to see you" timothee's lips curl into a smile

"so i really get to go to hell's kitchen? where two inches proud is from?"

"oh my god gwynny. i'll just go straight to paris. au revoir"

gwen jokingly slaps his shoulder

"fine, fine. kiss me monsieur"

"bien sur mon femme"

"CUT"

the final scene for shooting in italy was over. timothee and gwen's bags were already packed ready to head out to the airport any minute now

"so we'll see you and armie in new england right?" luca walks over to timmy and gwen with his arms draped over both of their shoulders.

gwen gives him a thumbs up 

"it's a plan, we'll see you next week" gwen smiles

"i'll go get our stuff" timothee kisses gwen's cheek and races back into the building where they were staying in italy