maya || timothée chalamet

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"See, it's so good." Maya finishes the cannoli. She gets up from the chair and lays down on the bed.

"Okay so maybe it is better." Timothée says.

Timothée finishes up his pastry and follows after Maya.  He lays down besides her. She slowly crawls over towards him and rests her head on his stomach.

He wraps his arm around her torso and pulls her up. She yelps in response, he pulls her up to his chest and she turns around to face him.

She smiles up at him. His face seems to be hidden in the dark hotel room. But there's no way Maya can miss the huge smile across his face. He's smiling back at her.

She's not sure if she would be lying if she would think that his eyes were twinkling. Just like every other kiss, it made her heart beat faster and her hands clammy.

Although his touch was not foreign it felt like it was. Maya leans forwards and kisses him. The kiss is soft and gentle at first.

Maya slowly climbs on top of Timothée without breaking the kiss. She's straddling him while his hands wonder down to her hips.

Maya pulls away from the kiss first and rests her head in the crook of his neck. What was this trip? Maya thinks, they had gone from barely being able to handle being in the same room together to not being able to get their hands off of each other.

Timothée sits up with Maya still straddling her. She holds on tight to his neck in fear of falling off. He grips her back and lets go once he's comfortable.

She pulls away and looks at him. His hair is a mess, the curls look tangled and sloppy. But none the less he looks beautiful.

"You're gorgeous." She whispers. "I'm supposed to be the one telling you that." Timothée teases.

She shakes her head and wraps her hands behind his neck. He leans forward and brushes his lips against hers. The slight touch of his lips sends shivers down Maya's spine.

His lips travel down towards her neck. Maya closes her eyes as he sucks on her sweet spot. She grips his hair and he groans.

Maya tilts her head allowing him more access. She releases his hair and her hands travel down to the hem of his shirt. She lightly tugs, he removes his lips and pulls off the shirt quickly.

His hands travel down to the hem of her shirt. He pulls it off and ovr her head.

She goes to kiss him but he moves and stops. Maya's face drops and she pulls away.

"No, it's okay. I just need to make sure that you're okay and comfortable with this?" He asks softly. She nods her head and fiddles with her hands.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Timothée whispers, his eyes scan her face while he waits for a response.

She's unable to speak, her words fell stuck due to their closeness. Maya nods her head slowly.

"I need you to use your words, you don't have to do anything you don't want." He brings his thumb up to her face and rubs her cheek.

"Yes, I do. I promise I'm comfortable." Maya reaches forward and pulls him closer.

Timothée kisses her carefully, afraid to rush anything or make her uncomfortable. Although Maya does appreciates his concern the gentleness is not what she wants.

He notices this by her unbuttoning on his pants and attempting to slide them off of his body.

But due to their postion its nearly impossible. He moves his legs from underneath her. Her back hits the mattress as he hover over her. She continues to unbutton his pants.

He wiggles them off his legs. Timothée assists her by pulling away and shuffling them down his legs and tossing them with the rest of their clothes.

His hands grip the clasp of her bra before he can unclasp it, he asks once more "Are you sure?"

"I am," She mumbles.

***

Maya looks over slowly. He still sleeping, good. She slowly slides to the edge of the bed with the sheets wrapping around her naked body.

He moves, his hand hits where she was just aying. Hes patting down on the empty spot. Timothée opens his eyes slowly and notices that shes in fact no longer laying down.

"What's wrong?" He rasps.

"Nothing," She turns around. "Come lay with me." He holds his arms out. "I'm still naked." Maya says.

"It's fine," He pats the available space mext to him. Maya crawls back onto the bed towards him. She removes her arms from the covers and lays downon top of his naked chest.

She plays with the stitching on the blanket. It's not hard to sense that Maya's nervous.

He places his hand on her lower back and she pulls in closer.

"I love you," He whispers. She quickly pulls away from him. With her back facing him, his stomach drops.

She slowly turns around. Timothée's eyes widen when he sees the terror across her face. Everything in her is telling her to scream it back but she can't.

Those 3 little words were used every-time Noah would hurt her. He manipulated her into believing he loved her.

'I love you.' Mean't nothing. But Timothée's different. Hes not Noah, but it's still so hard.

Timothée sits up on the bed. "You don't need to say anything back. I just wanted to let you know that I do love you." He searches her face for an response or any other emotion besides confusion.

Maya shakes her head. "I love you. I'm so sorry for making you feel dumb. I'm not used to any of this. Noah would tell me he loved me after he would hurt me." Her eyes begin to water as she slowly loses the tight grip on the bed sheets wrapping around her body.

"Listen to me, you never should feel obligated to say it back. You're not dumb, it's not your fault for anything that he did." Timothée pulls her body close to his. As soon as he wraps his arms around her naked body, she lets out a sob.

"I'm sorry," She mumbles.

"It's okay, everything will be okay." He mumbles into the top of her head.