Ease The Pain *

ease the pain ༊*·˚

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synopsis: timothée taking care of you on your period

Your shoulder leaned against the doorframe. 

The room was gloomy, the only light that of the last sun rays, slipping between the crevices of half-closed shutters. Cicadas sang, not losing their rhythm, hidden on trees. It was a warm day, summer all over the air, with a cool breeze swimming inside, allowing you to breath. 

Timothée laid in bed, back touching the soft mattress, swimsuit still on, the taste of sea stained on his body. He wasn’t sleeping. He held one of your books close to his eyes, not really reading but too bored for anything else, as hand rested above his head, toying with pieces of hair, aimlessly pulling them back. His cheeks were sunburned and you couldn’t prevent yourself from smiling at the view of him with yoghourt spread all across the red areas.

« Good news, » you mumbled, Timothée looked at you on top of the book. « Just got my period. » A small smile grew on his lips. 

« And ? How are you feeling ? » You breathed out tilting your head on the bathroom door.

« Shit. » Tim let the book fall on his stomach and motioned for you to come closer. You fell on the bed beside him drained, already exhausted, your face fading.

« Come here, » he said and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, accidentally smudging your hair with yoghourt. « Shit, made you full of yoghourt. » You smiled through your discomfort, letting your hand touch his sternum for comfort. He grinned too by his helpless attempts to clean you up.

« You’re so clumsy, » you murmured and Tim chuckled. 

« Sorry, » he said sheepishly. You left a kiss on his neck, hand gently brushing his skin, fingers following the line of his jaw, before raising your head a bit.

« How’s the sunburn going ? » His lips turned down into an exagerated frown, makng your lips curl up. « I can’t go swimming, you know. »

« It’s okay, we can stay. »

« You should go. » Timothée shook his head. « You wanted to go. »

« And leave you here ? I don’t wanna go without you, » he said softly, his mouth brushing your head, as fingers pulled back your hair. « Where would I go without you ? », he murmured.

You tried to hush out a painful moan, hands fumbling on your stomach, pressing the skin inside to move the pain on the exterior but nothing helped. The pain was strong, continuous and merciless. One arm draped across your eyes, feeling as if knives were jabbing at your insides. Timothée gasped.

« It hurts ? »

« You men are so lucky, » you mumbled. « You don’t have to deal with any of this shit. » He bit his lips, eyes at you.

« Do you want me to get you a doliprane ? » You nodded. « Okay, » he said, standing up, book slipping between you. You picked it in your hands, looking through the pages as he searched around. Your knees curled up to your chest to ease the pain. « Where you got them ? »

« In my bag, I think. » Tim moved to your stuff, finally finding the pack, and then headed to the kitchen to get you water.

« Hey, you got pads, tampons or… », you heard his voice closer to you. « I don’t know. Do you want me to go get some ? »

« Thanks, I’m good, » you said, tossing the book aside before taking the water and the pills.

« Are you sure ? I can go. It’s noth- » You shook your head. « Okay... » 

Tim left for to the bathroom to clean up his face. You could hear the water running and the tap opening and closing, while you laid on bed, staring at the ceiling. He then came back to you, hands all wet and without warning he ran them over your face and your forehead, making you smile. 

« Better ? », he asked with a grin, sitting down next to you.

« Yes, » you chuckled. He got your legs on top of him and looked at you, mouth pressed to the side, thinking.

« It’ll kick in, » Tim said, hand patting your legs sympathetically, and you breathed out while holding your stomach. « Do you want me to open the windows ? Let the air in. »

« Yes, » your head moved to the side, following him. Timothée opened the shutters, your eyes flinching at the sudden burst of light. He lingered momentarily, staring at the view outside before returning to you. « Come here. » He smiled and fell on the bed beside you.

You scooted closer, nestling your face in his chest. His embrace was warm and you could smell his natural scent as you closed your eyes with a smile.

Tim reached out and soothingly pushed the hair back from your forehead. He pressed a sweet kiss on top of your head and you leaned into his touch lethargically, slowly falling at the hug of Morpheus.

yes, i love how even your smut fics are about sex of course but not necessarily the sexual act itself 😊just intimacy

please (no rush lmao) but post more!!!!!

im currently writing smut.. kinda hypocritical of me but i watched hiroshima mon amour & i know you guys are horny

okayyy 👀👀👀👀 #seated

love that part on your cooking fic where he says “i love you, i do it for you” bc i love the idea of doing something for nobody else but that person 🤌🏻 it’s such an intimate declaration and it does not necessarily have to be sexual

yes !! its about love & connection & care & people replying with tenderness without expecting anything in return !! not everything has to be sexual, intense & ecstatic.