Fluff With Timothee Chalamet

Fluff with Timothee Chalamet

Sorry, english is my second language

It was Sunday. You were lying on the couch with your boyfriend Timothee. It was a day off for him, but Timothee decided to check his work email anyway. Oh yes. And you have an injured arm. A couple of days ago, you fell and hurt your arm and a couple of bruises all over your body. Which sucks for a lot of reasons. First of all, your arm obviously was in pain. But, fortunately, painkillers saved you. Secondly, and in your humble opinion, this is the most important part - now Timothee practically refused to touch you, afraid of hurting you. He was constantly next to you, fulfilling your every desire (or almost any). Are you hungry? He will immediately sentence you to your beloved. Wanted to drink? You just need to tell your boy about it. Uncomfortable pillow? He will immediately bring you another one. But he refused to touch you, like really touch you. All you've gotten in the last week is a light kiss on the lips. And every minute it annoyed you more and more, because you missed your man. Which is why you're sitting here now and pouting at him after his  another "no". You knew it was stupid, but you still couldn't do anything about it.

- Baby, stop it. You know why I said no. You know how hard it is for me to say no to you,-  Timothee said softly.

You did not answer, took your phone in your hands and began to view stories on Instagram.

- My love ... - Timothee called you again, but you only muttered something indistinct in response. You missed his touch, real touch. While you tried to act like you were ignoring Timmy, you didn't notice movement next to you. Timothee quickly, but carefully, so as not to hurt you, got up from the sofa and knelt down in front of you. He gently took the phone from your hands, put it aside and looked into your eyes. In his eyes you saw all his love for you and tenderness, so your eyes began to fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being stupid, I just miss you," you whispered and lowered your eyes. Timothee gently put his hand on your cheek and began to gently run his thumb over your face, removing a tear that had rolled down.

- And you will soon be leaving for the shooting of a new film, and I will not be with you, and we will not see each other for so long ..., - you began to mutter, but Timothee gently pressed his lips to yours, silencing you. He kissed you slowly, savoring every moment of the kiss. You kissed him back, hugging him tighter. Your fingers of your not wounded hand immediately found his hair, and you lightly pulled on it. Timothy groaned and opened his mouth, which you took advantage of and deepened the kiss. The fire inside you flared up more and more, and you were afraid that Timothee would stop the kiss, but he was also consumed by you, as you were by him. Then Timothee pulled you closer to him and touched your injured arm. You couldn't help a groan of sudden pain, and Timothy jerked away from you.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... - he quickly began to tell you. Passion after the kiss, fear for you and anger at himself splashed in his eyes at the same time.

- No, everything is fine, I`m o... - you started, but he did not let you finish.

- Don't tell me everything's fine. Exactly what I was afraid happened. I couldn't control myself and hurt you, - he said angrily, - and I can't live if I hurt you.

You couldn't see him angry anymore and lowered your eyes again.

- Hey, - Timothee said again and gently lifted your face by the chin, looking into your eyes, - I love you so much. And I also want you madly, every minute. Do not doubt it. We just need to wait a bit, okay? Until you get better.

He kissed you gently on the forehead. Then you felt his lips gently squeeze your earlobe and goosebumps ran through your body.

 And then, when you feel better, - he whispered passionately in your ear, - I will not let you out of our bed for a week. I will kiss every inch of your body. I will make you moan and scream my name until you start begging me to stop.

- Promise? you asked coyly. The thought itself made your blood boil in your veins.

“I promise,” he said and kissed my temple, “now tell me what do you want to eat for dinner?”

Silly girl

You started dating Timothee only a month ago. You experienced warm feelings for each other, you were good together, you felt like you were home. But you and Timothee were very different. You were from different backgrounds, with different interests and preferences. But it wasn't a bad thing. You learned a lot from him, and he from you. You shared with each other your stories, your experiences, your hobbies.

Timothee loved being around people. It seemed to you that he always felt confident among them. He was an actor and of course his social life was very active. Regular business meetings. Also a lot of parties. Timothee has often invited you along as his girfriend. You've always been afraid to meet new people. It was stressful for you. Over time, you could overcome your fear a little, but you did not succeed in completely conquering it. But you couldn't refuse Timothee. Especially when he looked at you with sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes. He sincerely wanted you to be with him. So that he can hold your hand, hug your waist among all these people. He was crazy about you and wanted to show everyone that he belongs to you and you belong to him.

  It was a party about... honestly, you had no idea what it was about. But as soon as you entered a room full of people, you immediately felt anxious. You felt like all eyes were on you. In a bad way. You were wearing a purple dress. It was simple, but you liked it. Even though Timothee held your hand the whole time, you felt like it was getting harder for you to breathe every minute. Every time Timothee introduced you to someone, you felt the eyes of these people burn through you. The way they look at you, then look at Timothee and wonder, "What's a guy like him doing with a girl like her?" You knew that these thoughts were irrational. They are the product of your imagination, you convinced yourself. Timothee has repeatedly told you how much you meant for him, how much he likes you. You haven't said the magic words "I love you" to each other yet. You were in love with him, yes. But you was afraid to say these words first.

While Timothee was talking to some guy named Jake, you excused yourself and went to find another drink. Timothee nodded to you and as you walked, you felt his eyes on you. He's been looking at you all evening. Constantly asking how you feel. You said that everything was fine with you, but it was clear that he did not believe you.

You walked over to the drinks table and grabbed another glass. You looked around the room and the people around you and all you wanted now was to become invisible. Or hide from everyone. You're not used to this. To such people, such an environment. But it was important to Timothee, and he was important to you.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice Timothee approach you. You don't know if he called you or not, but when you felt him take your hand, you shuddered.

“God!” you said, “Tim. You scared me, - you smiled at him and saw that he was looking at you carefully.

- I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?

- Of course, I'm f...

"Tell me the truth," he interrupted you, "please."

“What do you mean?” you asked him and honestly tried to sound convincing.

"You know what I mean," he said and moved closer to you. Then he put his hand on your cheek and began to gently stroke your face with his thumb – “you pretend all evening that you are having a good time, but I know that you are not. Your eyes betray you.”

Involuntarily, your eyes began to fill with tears, but you quickly pulled yourself together and wiped away the tear that treacherously rolled down your cheek. As soon as Timothee saw your tears, horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Baby, what…,” he began to say, but this time you didn’t let him finish.

- I`m so sorry, - you quickly began to apologize, avoiding his gaze, - it's just everything is very new to me. I mean all these people, this type of life. I've had anxiety all my life when I'm around strangers, and now it's only gotten worse. I may be acting like a child, but I feel like all these people are looking at me. And on you. When you're with me, hold my hand. It's like they're judging me for being with you. I love to go everywhere with you, but sometimes it's just too much for me. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were so happy and excited. I'm sorry.

When you finished speaking, Timothee held you tight.

“My silly girl,” he said, after which he looked into your eyes, “you should have told me everything at once. Do you think your feelings are not important? Yes, I love it when you go to events with me, I love to always be with you, but the most important thing is how you feel.

"I just…" you started, but he interrupted you again and pressed his lips to yours. After a while, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

- Your feelings are important. You are important to me. Don't ever forget that, got it? If you feel that you are not ready to go somewhere or do something, then you immediately tell me about it. So that we can do things together that we both enjoy. The most important thing in a relationship is talking to each other, right? Do you know who told me about this? You,” he smiled tenderly and kissed me on the forehead, “besides,” Timothee whispered in my ear, “you are better than all the people who are here. With you I feel like myself. The rest of you who don't like it can fuck off.

"Thank you," you whispered and nuzzled into his neck.

"My girl," he muttered, and pulled you closer to him. Warmth spread through your body from his words.

- Tim, I like to go everywhere with you, it's just that sometimes it's ... too much, you know? I need a little time to get used to.

- Anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want, - he said sincerely.

“Do you want to leave?” Timothee asked after a couple of moments.

- Honestly? Yes, - you said modestly and smiled slightly. Timothee smiled back at you, took you tightly by the hand and led you to the exit. So that you can spend time just the two of you, away from the whole world.

Anxiety

You were terribly nervous and did not understand the reason for your anxiety. You just woke up with the thought that today could be a bad day and you would do something wrong and get into trouble. You just couldn't get rid of that feeling. You had a free morning because you only had to be at the office at noon. Fortunately, Timothee was at home today, reading scripts for his future potential films.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be in the arms of your man. You quickly went to your bedroom with him and saw Timothee, in whose hands was another script. Without hesitation, you walked up to him, took the script from his hands, put it aside and climbed onto your boyfriend’s knees and pressed tightly against him, burying your face in his neck.

"Hey, mon amour, what's wrong?" he asked uncertainly, but then hugged you back tightly.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just wanted to be with you.”

Your voice was muffled as you still pressed your lips against his neck. Timothee began to stroke your back and hair. You inhaled his scent and you felt better, the anxiety let go.

- Are you sure? - he asked again with doubt in his voice.

You didn't like to lie to him. At the beginning of your relationship, you agreed with Timothee that you would not hide your feelings and experiences from each other. You were good together and you knew that you could trust Timothee and tell him about your experiences. And he will not mock you or not take your feelings seriously.

- I'm just really nervous. I don't know why." You hugged him tighter.

- It's all right, my love, I'm with you. I will always be with you and always support you. I love you,  you know that, don't you? Timothy asked and pressed his lips to your hair.

- Yes, I know. I love you too, so much. I'm so glad that I have you, - you said and kissed him on the lips.

You felt his smile on your lips, after which Timothy deepened the kiss and did everything to make you forget about your feelings. All you could think about now was Timothy and your love for him.

Ray of light

It was late at night. You were lying in your bed that you shared with Alexander, in your common room, and read a book. Alexander was busy preparing for the next military campaign. You were busy too. You were in charge of medical care for Grisha, but today you had a free evening, and you decided to occupy yourself with an interesting book while you wait for Alexander's return.

After a while, you heard how the door of your bedroom opened and Alexander entered the room, on whose face you saw anger and irritation.

"Great," you thought sarcastically, "someone is in a great mood."

“Hello dear,” you said to Alexander and smiled over the top of your book. In response, he just nodded briefly at you and began to take off his kefta, shirt, pants.

You were with Alexander for several years, so you knew what you need to do when he was in such a mood. First, you began to observe his actions. When he took off his clothes, instead of going to bed with you, he sat on the edge of your bed with him and put his head in his arms, trying to control his emotions. He didn't want to be around you in this state, so he tried to calm down before going to bed with you. Alexander, the head of the Second Army, a fearless and always collected General, now looked broken. You couldn't stand it.

You quietly put the book aside, then moved closer to Alexander and gently covered his tense shoulders with your hands. Alexander flinched, but didn't try to remove your touch. Then you pressed your cheek to the base of his neck and began to gently stroke his shoulders, trying to remove the tension from his body.

“Whatever happened,” you began to say quietly, “you can handle it.” You gently, almost weightlessly kissed him and his neck “Besides ...”, - you continue, giving Alexander one more kiss, - “always remember ... ", - one more kiss," You are not alone. "

You moved closer to Alexander and with your index finger gently turned his head towards you, "I will always be with you, and I always got your back" you whispered against his lips, then gently pressed your lips to his. It wasn't a passionate kiss that usually leaves your bedroom in a mess. It was a pure kiss, full of the promise of everlasting love and support.

Alexander broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were closed, but you could feel the darkness raging in his body.

“And I will always protect you, from any danger,” you added with a smile. This time he smiled.

“From any danger?” He asked affectionately and finally hugged you.

"Well ...," you said, "except for the boredom that happens at your meetings in the palace." You are not sure that your remark would be appropriate in this situation, but you could not stop yourself from trying to feel better.

When Alexander looked at you again, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Thank God. At first Alexander wanted to come up with an answer to your joke, but he saw with what love you were looking at him, so the only thing he managed to say was "I love you." Then he buried his face in your neck and pressed you even tighter to him.

"And I love you. Always remember this," you whispered into his hair and hugged him tighter. Alexander knew this, but all the same, every time your declarations of love filled his heart with the hope that all was not lost for him. You were his personal ray of light, a guiding star and he will do everything to make you happy.

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.

I will always have your back

Billy was angry. He was really mad at you. But also scared. You have never seen him like this. You sat on the couch in his office and waited for Billy to come back until he ... you didn't really know what he was doing, but you didn't really want to know, to be honest.

While you were waiting for him, the memories of the last few hours began to revive in your head.

You are about to go to an exhibition of contemporary art in the museum. Billy was at work, so you decided to kill time and get distracted. You was in the museum for about half an hour when you saw Billy and his guys from Anvil. He was in a dark suit, flawless as always. They were near some man and judging by his clothes, watch, behavior, you could assume that it was some kind of businessman. One of the branches of Billy's area of ​​work was guarding people who contracted with Billy's organization. Is that why you realized that Billy was now in ... a working operation? Something like that. In any case, you didn't want him to see you, because it could distract him from work, and you didn't want him to have problems. Therefore, you tried to pass unnoticed into another hall.

But, of course, you underestimated Billy's skills, because a few minutes later someone's hand touched your shoulder, and you turned around abruptly. Your boyfriend was standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

- Y/N, what are you doing here?

- Billy!, - you exclaimed, - I just wanted to see the exhibits...you know that I love art.

You wanted to hug him, but you weren't sure it would be appropriate, given the circumstances.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?", "What is it?" he asked sternly, still not taking his eyes off you.

You were confused for a moment, so you answered in a trembling voice:

"I didn't know I had to tell you about everything I do."

Seeing your uncertainty, Billy's face softened.

- That's not what I meant. It's just... "he turned around and looked at his guys and at that businessman," you need to get out of here.

- Why is that?, - you asked in surprise.

- I'll explain everything to you later, okay? I am working. And I think it might not be safe here right now, so I'd like you to leave. We'll talk to you at home tonight.

You looked around and saw that there were fewer and fewer people in the museum. Only Billy's subordinates and that man remain.

"Will you be safe?", you asked quietly, starting to get nervous. You looked at Billy carefully.

- Of course, - he smiled and gently touched your hand, - this is my job. And I'm damn good at it, "he answered you with a grin," and now please go away.

"Okay," you said, and headed for the exit. As soon as you left the museum, you heard gunshots. You fell to the floor and covered your head with your hands until the shots stopped. After examining yourself, you realized that the shots were fired from another hall. Where Billy was. You understood that you had no military training. You weren't a soldier, you weren't a policeman. But there was one thought in your head: Billy. You knew that Billy was an expert in his work, but you couldn't leave there without making sure that he was safe. You will have very big problems, because you didn't leave, but you didn't care.

Carefully going into the hall, where the shots were coming from, you looked out from behind the wall and saw that there were a lot of people in the room, all with weapons. Two people were standing in the center of the room, and they seemed to be talking about something. One of these people was a businessman with whom Billy worked. You didn't know the second man. You haven't seen Billy himself. Suddenly, the second man hit the first and the madness began. The shots started again, bullets flew in all directions. Trying to escape from the bullets, you ran to the next hall. There you saw Billy fighting with some man in military clothes. There was a gun on the floor. Suddenly, the man hit Billy in the head and he fell to the floor. The man began to approach Billy again, he had a gun in his hands. At that time, you quickly ran up to the gun, grabbed it and pointed it at the man who tried to kill Billy.

- Stay where you are!, - you shouted loudly. Your voice faltered, but you didn't care.

The man turned around, looked at you and grinned.

- Who is it that came here..., - at this time Billy saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't be here, you couldn't. You should have left. What the fuck?

You saw the blood on Billy's face, and your legs trembled.

- Did you come to watch the show?, - the man grinned, - first I'll deal with him, - he pointed with his hand at Billy, - and then with you…

You saw that Billy was trying to get to his feet, but he needed a little time, so you pointed the gun at the man's legs and fired, trying to distract him. You missed, but it gave Billy time

"What the...," the man exclaimed, jumping back, " bitch!

He began to approach you quickly, but at that time Billy attacked the man and began to beat him. His movements were fast, precise. It was scary to look at, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. At some point, Billy pulled out a gun from the man's hand and shot him in the head.

The man fell to the floor, and Billy slowly turned to you seconds later. You couldn't move. You loved Billy, more than anything in the world, but you didn't see him like this. Until this day. You didn't see him kill. My God, you haven't seen people get killed at all. You loved Billy, but at that moment you were afraid of him.

Apparently, he saw the sting on your face, so instead of yelling at you for putting your life in danger, he slowly lowered the gun and raised his hands in front of him, looking at you. There was also a look of fright in his eyes. He never showed you this side of his personality. He was afraid that you would be afraid of him and leave him. And now, it seemed, one of his worst nightmares was coming to life.

"Baby...," Billy began softly, with tenderness in his head. He didn't approach you. You still had the gun in your hands, which was pointed in his direction. From the shock, you forgot how to move.

- Honey, it's okay, it's over. You're safe, " he continued. Slowly, consciousness returned to you, and you began to understand where you were and what was happening.

"You...he...," you began, pointing with your eyes at the corpse of the man lying behind Billy, "is dead...," you stuttered.

- Shh, baby, breathe. Yes, he's dead. He wanted to hurt you, do you hear me?, - Billy began to approach you slowly, step by step, - he was trying to hurt you, you know? I couldn't let it happen. You're my whole life, baby, do you hear?

You looked at Billy again. You realized that the gun in your hands was still pointed at him, so you slowly lowered it. Billy took another step towards you, but you unconsciously took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?", "I understand that what you saw is terrible, but I will never hurt you, baby. Never, do you hear?, "he stopped and looked at you.

At this time, you began to fully control yourself, and realized what you were doing. Afraid of Billy? Are you crazy?

You slowly put the gun on the floor, then ran up to Billy and hugged him tightly around the neck. Emotions overwhelmed you, and you sobbed into his neck for a while. Billy hugged you tightly to him and gently began to stroke your back, soothing you.

"Are you okay?", - you asked Billy, broke away from him and examined him from head to toe, - are you badly injured?

Billy smiled gently and hugged you again.

"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine. Can you walk?" We really need to get out of here. He tried to let go of you, but you grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't leave me," you whispered with fear in your eyes, looking at Billy.

- Baby, with you, breathe. We just need to get out of here to a safe place. I'll take you to my office, okay? You'll be fine, "he pressed his lips firmly to yours ," and now we really need to go.

You nodded, but you didn't let go of his hand.

You went to Billy's office. He took you to his office and told you to wait for him, once again assuring you that you were safe. While you were driving to Anvil, you saw that Billy's emotions were beginning to overwhelm him, that it was becoming difficult for him to control himself. You felt his anger. You understood why he was angry, but how could you have done anything else?

After a while, after exactly how long you weren't sure, Billy came back. He went into his office, locked the door and turned to you. He was incredibly tired, there were traces of blood on his shirt.

"Are you okay?", you asked softly, looking timidly at him.

It seemed like an eternity before he answered you. As if he was trying to find the right words, but also not to scare you again.

- How did you even get there, Y/N? I told you to leave! This is not a joke! If I tell people to do something, I expect it to be done! What if you were injured? If she had died? On my hands! What would I do then? Do you understand what would have happened to me then?!, - with each new word, the volume of his voice increased, at the end he was already shouting.

- Baby, please calm down...., - you started, but this made him even more angry. All the stress that he had experienced earlier, all the fears and all the pain were now spilling out, and he could not stop.

- Calm down?!, - he began to walk back and forth in front of you in the office, - you could be dead now! Do you understand? And what would I do then?!, - he repeated, - You are my only family!

You abruptly got up from the sofa, went to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't respond to your hugs, trying to pull himself together, but you didn't let go of him. You stood there for a few minutes, after which you moved away from him a little and looked into his eyes.

"Billy," you said in a stern, serious voice, " I know you're angry…

"Am I angry...," he began, but you put your hand on his mouth, silencing him.

- Let me finish. I know that you are angry, and that you are very scared. I was scared too, but you have to listen to me and not interrupt. I'm going to speak now., - you thought that he would start objecting again, but he silently looked carefully into your eyes, - I want you to understand why I did it. I was really going to leave the museum, like you said. I almost did, but I heard gunshots. But no matter how scared I was, all I could think about was you, whether you were injured. That was the only thought in my head. I understand that I put myself in danger, I understand that I am not prepared for such work, I agree, but I would do it again. Do you know why?, his gaze never left your face, " because you are also my family. I love you, Billy, so much that sometimes it scares me. And when I saw that you were in danger...I had to help you, because ... because I couldn't go on living if something happened to you. I'll always help you, Billy, I'll always support you. I will always have your back.

When you finished speaking, Billy's eyes filled with tears that were about to flow. He was always responsible for himself and for others. Yes, there were people in his life who would cover for him, but there was never someone like you. Just the thought that you are still with him, his heart wanted to break apart with happiness.

"I love you," you whispered again, removing your hand from his lips and pressing your lips to his. He responded to the kiss, putting into it all the previously experienced emotions. When you both ran out of air in your lungs, he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered softly

- I love you so much. I'm sorry I scared you. I was afraid that now you won't even be able to look at me.

- Hey, it was just a shock, that's all. I will always be with you, " you kissed him on the chin.

You smiled back.

- Let's go home?, - you asked. It's been a long day and all you wanted was to melt into the arms of your man. Well, and maybe even a large amount of food.

- Of course, baby.

He wanted to let you go, but you wouldn't let him, once again looking into his eyes

"Billy...I'll always have your back."

"I know," he said, and kissed you again.