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(authors note: this chapter is a little long, also smut warning.)

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Abril walked into the bright apartment. Timothée kept the windows open most of the time and all the walls were white, so it always appeared bright and clean.

"Go put your stuff in my room," Timothée said while putting his keys up.

Abril raised her eyebrows. She didn't know where she was expecting to sleep, she figured they would fall asleep on the couch. "Your room? I'm not sleeping in the guest?"

Timothée laughed, walking towards the girl standing in the living room of the open concept apartment, "You've never slept in the guest room." He got closer to her, putting one of his arms around her and letting his hand rest on her lower back. He was dangerously close to her butt, which in the past he's always had trouble resisting.

Abril cocked her head to the side, smiling back at the boy. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, and the little voice in the back of her head liked it. But another voice told her she was a slut and needed to let him go. She put her arm's around his neck, "Things change. We're friends, that's it." And with that, she pushed him away and began to walk towards the guest room.

Timothée laughed to himself at the trick the girl played on him. Pulling him in with her beauty, just to shut him down. "That's exactly why you can stay in my bed, we're just friends so it's not a big deal," he yelled after her.

"That's not how that works," Abril yelled back from the guest room. Returning without her stuff and dressed in sweats and a cropped cami.

"Are those my sweats?" Timothée said, looking up from his phone when the girl returned. He had sat down on the couch while she was gone.

"Probably." Abril sat down beside him leaning back, "What are we watching T?"

"You choose, I'll make popcorn." And with that, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Abril began to flick through the movies, "Funny movie, or sad movie?"

"Sad," Timothée yelled back.

"Alright," Abril was proud of her choice.

Timothée returned with two big bowls of popcorn, and without a shirt.

"What did you lose your shirt in the kitchen?" Abril smirked, taking the popcorn from his hands.

"No, I just wanted to get comfortable. What movie did you choose?" He flopped down next to her causing her to bounce next to him, and spill a little popcorn.

"1917," She replied eating the popcorn that fell. She picked up the final piece and brought it to Timothée's mouth, which he happily accepted. She leaned her head on his shoulder, as he started the movie.

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After they finished 1917, they both got hungry. Unfortunately, Timothée has no food. The duo took a long time figuring out what they wanted to eat, ordering it, then actually eating it. And thumped back down on the couch when they were done.

During the second movie, both of them full, found each other getting comfortable. A little too comfortable. Abril found herself laying on Timothée's chest, while in between his legs. While Timothée had a firm grip around her waist.

By the third movie, Timothée had begun to get a little touchy. Starting by tracing patterns on Abril's back, then playing with her hair. Finally, he pulled Abril up, so instead of her laying on his chest, her head was in the crook of his neck. Abril didn't mind, truly focused on the movie. Timothée on the other hand had shifted all his attention to her at this point. He slowly brought his hands back down to her waist, then down sliding them under her waistband to her ass. He resisted the urge to squeeze it, not wanting to alarm her. So instead he just rested each hand on top of a cheek. Abril looking up at him confused, while he just returned her expression with an innocent smile, "Hands are cold."

Abril scoffed, laying her head back down. Telling herself the movie was almost over anyway and it wasn't like she was flirting with him, she just wasn't stopping him.

The movie came to an end, and it was 9 pm. "I'm going to take a shower. Can you please order more food? I'm hungry again," Abril begged while sitting up, leaning over the boy.

Timothée moved a piece of hair out of her face, "Sure."

"Thanks T," Abril said then begun to get up and head to the restroom.

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Abril liked her water piping hot. The mirrors and everything in the bathroom clouded with steam. She used Timothée's bathroom, which was connected to his room.

But when Timothée walked into his room and heard Abril in his shower, he was surprised. Her stuff was in the guest room, so why'd she use his shower? Timothée didn't know what overtook him, but the girl was driving him crazy. He took off his pants leaving him in his boxers and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Abril?" He didn't know if it was right of him to just walk in, he wasn't a creep.

Abril didn't know if Timothée was trying to say something, but honestly, she knew exactly why she used his shower. Something deep down in her wanted him to come in. She thought maybe if he caught her in his restroom, he'd somehow wonder in from his bedroom. So simply she replied, "I can't hear you, Timmy."

Timothée slowly opened the door, not wide enough to let any steam out but just enough for him to come in. He watched her silhouette in the foggy glass shower before dropping his boxers.

Abril turned from the shower-head to Timothée. She slowly opened the glass door, inviting him in without saying a word. Timothée took no time before walking in the shower. He slightly winced at the temperature of the water, then relaxed into it. He stood behind Abril while snaking his arms around her waist, then up to caress her breast.

Abril moaned, gasping under the stream of water. Timothée took his left hand and brought it up to her throat, lightly gripping her neck. He was always gentle with Abril. He continued to massage her boobs with his other free hand.

After a while Abril turned around, grabbing his face and pulling him down to kiss him. The make out session was heavy. Abril kept her hands tangled in Timothée's hair, while he kept his hand on her ass.

"Move," Timothée whispered. He pinned her on the tile wall and kissed down her stomach before reaching her entrance. Abril shut her eyes, keeping her hands in his hair as he began to perform oral on her. He was always the best at this, she knew she could always count on Timothée to take care of her and make sure she finished.

"Timothée please," She begged, tugging at his hair.

"What baby? Tell me what you want," Timothée groaned while looked up at her face.

"You," Abril whispered. That's all Timothée needed, he got up and aligned himself to her entrance. He slowly went it, then began pumping faster. "Harder, I don't want to walk."

"Anything baby," he started to go harder on the girl, rough with his strokes. He watched her face to make sure she was okay, his care for the girl always on his mind. To his relief, her face was full of pleasure, her mouth agape and screaming his name. Loud moans filled the apartment, both of their knees weak from Timothée going as hard as he can.

"Fuck Timothée," Abril screamed as she came while he was inside her. She pulled his hair as her back arched and she released. Riding her high while Timothée kept going, him releasing as well a few strokes later.

Timothée put her down, "Still hungry?"

Abril nodded and got down on her knees. She went straight to deep-throating him while flicking her tongue on his tip. She used both her hands to pump whatever of his dick she couldn't reach with her mouth.

Timothée groaned, this was the best head he'd ever had. It wasn't long before he came again, this time more than the first. Abril swallowing it all.

Timothée leaned down and grabbed her face. Kissing her and tasting himself on her lips.

"Timothée I can't feel my legs," Abril chuckled.

Timothée lifting her and placing her on the built-in shower bench. He washed her up before washing himself. Then turned the shower off, and sat next to her. Abril smiled and turned to look at him, admiring his features and stroking his jawline.

She sighed, letting her smile fall. "This wasn't supposed to happen again."

Timothée just looked at her, he didn't know what to say. Nothing he could say could excuse why he was doing this, and he had no idea why she still wanted him.

Abril leaned her head on his shoulder, "You're my guilty pleasure."

Timothée chuckled, "I think we've air-dried."

He helped her get to the bed, putting her lace bralette and panties, that were set out for when she was done, on her. He then put boxers on before climbing into bed next to her. "Still hungry?" He whispered, playing with her hair. His lamp lit his bedroom. The only source of light in the now dark apartment. His door was closed so they didn't have to look at the darkness.

"No," Abril replied rolling her eyes and laughing, "You had.... a lot."

Timothée chuckled, then kissed her lips. He didn't know what it was about this girl that drove him crazy.

"I should probably take a Plan B tomorrow," Abril said before scooting closer to Timothée for warmth.

"Yeah," He sighed as he hugged her closer. He used one of his arms turn the lamp off then draped it back over Abril.

"T, you should break up with her," Abril muffled into his neck.

"Okay," he replied.

"Really?" Abril was surprised, she knew the boy didn't like being alone. For some reason, he needed to be with someone, and Abril hadn't even said they would start dating if he did break up with his girlfriend. She just felt it was wrong for them to continue this while he was in a relationship.

Timothée always dated girls looking for something that would make him happy, and warm inside. The only reason he was dating his current girl was to try to replace what he was feeling with Abril. He couldn't tell her that of course. He knew the girl thought it was relationships he was craving, but she was wrong. It was her that he was craving. He didn't know what he was going to do.

"Yeah," He lied.

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(authors note: This was hard to write, smut is weird for me. but the plot called for it, anyway vote because this is super long.)