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I m a g i n e : Going on a valentine's date walking through Paris with your boyfriend, Timothée..

[ pure fluff ! ]

Word Count : 1644

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you awoke in your luxury hotel suite bed, the bright sun shining through the curtains and spilling onto the floor around you.

you immediately turned to feel for your boyfriend, only to feel a cold space of where he once laid and snuggled with you.

you groaned at the loss of warmth that he usually provided for you, causing you to sit up from bed to begrudgingly make your way to the window to throw the curtains open—revealing the beautiful foreign cityscape.

timothée had surprised you with a trip to paris, and even went as far as to book a hotel suite for your romantic weekend for valentine's day.

you heard rustling in the kitchen area of the suite, intriguing you and leading you to wander the insanely big suite.

your feet met the cold tile of the kitchen area of the suite, hearing faint soft music playing as the smell of pancakes and eggs filled the air.

you glanced around the kitchen until your eyes landed on your timothée, a spatula in hand as he swayed to the music while flipping the pancakes.
he slid his foot across the floor with a twist to grab the butter, greasing the griddle.

you smiled at your cute boyfriend, just enjoying himself before he spun and stopped to see you leaning against the walkway.

he smiled his perfect smile, his arms opened wide, "there's my girl.. mon amour."

you chuckled before walking into his open arms, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"good morning."
you muttered softly as you looked up at him, your chin on his chest while your arms were wrapped around his torso.

he smiled with loving eyes, leading you to the griddle with the pancakes—his arm still wrapped tightly around your waist.

"i was planning to have the breakfast done before you woke up."
he admitted, and you smiled as you leaned into his side as he continued to flip the last pancakes.

he grabbed two plates, and served up a few pancakes that were already done onto it, adding slices of strawberries to the side before leading you to the small dining table.

timothée had already decorated it with a fresh bouquet of flowers as the center piece, and a lit candle.

he set both plates down, and pulled out your chair for you to sit down across from him.

as he took his seat across from you, you two just spoke of all you could do in paris and where you wanted to go and visit.

timothée could see the twinkle in your eyes as you spoke of all the wonders you wished to visit, and he couldn't believe you were his.

you were perfect to him—in every sense of the word.

he smiled simply just by looking at you—his face resting in his hands in awe.

"what?"
you chuckled, noticing his staring.

he shrugged, pausing for a moment.

"dieu, je suis tellement amoureux de toi.."
he said slowly, his voice deepening as did his passion for his words while his eyes immersed  themselves with yours.

your heart fluttered at his words—even though you didn't understand much french, you absolutely loved it when timothée spoke it to you.

his voice would deepen as he spoke it, and it would send your heart skyrocketing.

it was insanely attractive to you.

you blushed as you looked down at the pancakes on your plate that were drastically disappearing.

"i'm so in love with you.."
he translated, his hand reaching across the table to laced with yours—his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

you felt the same way about timothée, knowing you were just as lucky and in love.
"i love you.."
you said, a shy smile appearing.

timothée loved you with a love that was greater than himself—greater than words or thoughts themselves.

and you loved him just the same.

"thank you timothée, everything tasted amazing."
you said, finishing up your pancakes.

"i know it wasn't room service, but i wanted to make pancakes the way i know you liked
them—.."
he began, but you quickly shook your head.

"no, no, this..this is perfect."
you reached for his hand across the table again to hold, only to watch timothée bring your hand up to his lips for a ginger kiss to your knuckles.

"i have plans for us today, so no time to waste!"
he joked, quickly eating as much as he could, all while looking silly fitting food—that obviously couldn't fit—into his mouth.

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your hand held timothée's as you walked side by side down the streets of paris—leaning into him with your head on his shoulder.

the breeze was chilly, hitting your face with a sting—causing you to bury your face into the jacket fabric of timothée's arm.

he looked down at you with a soft smile—he loved it when you did that.

it was your first time visiting paris, france—the city of love.
it was your first time seeing all of it, and timothée insisted he show you as much as you wanted.

you were only to be there for the weekend, so it was important that you enjoy this time with your boyfriend.

you two wandered and strolled down the streets, speaking of everything and anything.

you stumbled upon a fair that included a ferris wheel and small tent games that you loved to play.
it was no coincidence that you found the fair.

"timmy! oh, it looks so fun!"
you exclaimed, your arm that was linked with him was now tapping excitedly on his.

he giggled at your cute little jumps of excitement, and it wasn't a moment later that you two approached the ticket booth.

he knew the fair would be open today, and planned for you two to go.
he knew you loved them.

timothée briefly spoke to the admission worker in french, and received two tickets to enter, and before he knew it, you were guiding him to all different sorts of games to play.

"no! no, no, no!"
you exclaimed playfully, seeing that timothée was beating you at a water gun game with ease.

"oh! i win! i won! take that!"
timothée joked, earning a playful stick of your tongue.

the booth manager asked what prize he wanted, and he looked to you ask which one was your favorite.

you pointed out a large stuffed animal, and when he was given the prize, he automatically gave it to you.
"i really only wanted to win so i could get this for you.."
he admitted, draping his arm around your shoulder as you hugged the prize with gratitude.

"you're adorable."
you said, earning a chuckle from timothée.

you two then shared foods and cotton candy, all while taking photos of each other as the other one posed playfully with large smiles.

you two wanted to remember these fun and memorable times forever, and timothée was going to make sure that it would be forever.

as your time at the fair was finished, you two walked together closely on the streets of paris again—your arms linked together as you laughed and spoke.

lights were draped along the streets' lamp posts as you passed by, and it created a magically romantic aroma.

timothée led you to the last mystery destination, and it just so happened to be the thing you were most excited to see.

you stopped by the eiffel tower, becoming absolutely starstuck.

you were amazed by its impressive beauty as you stood from the bottom, looking at its vast height with your arm linked with timothée's.

timothée stared at you intensely as you stared at the tower, unaware of your boyfriend making serious love eyes to you.

he couldn't believe you were his, and his alone.

"it's gorgeous, isn't it?"
you said, your eyes still glued to the tower.

timothée licked his lips, before nodding, "yes..yes it really is."
he said, his eyes never leaving its gaze on you.

he wasn't talking about the eiffel tower.

you turned to look at timothée with a smile on your face, feeling his arms wrap around your waist.

you two just stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever.

and god knows what timothée would do to do just that.

"i had an amazing time today. thank you timothée.."
you said, your hands reaching up to rest on his chest.

timothée smiled, reaching a hand to cup your face softly, " épouse moi.."

he mumbled softly, his words sounding elegant and gentle.
you didn't understand what he said, but you could tell he was thinking about it very deeply from the way his eyebrows etched.

"what?"
you ask innocently, the same small smile appearing whenever timothée would speak french.

he licked his lips before brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently stroking your cheek before his lips leaned in to capture yours in a tender kiss.

the kiss was one of pure passion, his hand cupping your cheek as your hand found its way into timothée's curly hair.
his lips were gentle and slow, not wanting this moment to end.

he pulled away for a brief moment, his breath heavy against your lips, "i'm going to marry you one day, y/n..i'm going to make sure of that."

he mumbled, his lips soon returning to lock yours in another kiss of fiery passion, feeling your lips smile against his teeth.
"i look forward to it, timothée.."

you two stood in the field, your bodies melded together while you kissed with such a love that was unable to be put into fathomable words.

so, why use words?

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