Author's Note: That is a brief, however, cute imagine with the female reader and Timothy where they are dating one another and they are being couple for a whole year which results the British compatriot's resignation from the church as well. The prompt's concept is brief, in case, to save abundance of woes and troubles for certain readers' eyes.

I hope you like and enjoy this pure fluff! It is a special dedication to the lovelies Trash_Bag_123 JunykoWalker Celeste-Moore southernauthor Minty252005 camiriels stallonesgirl cherryannesausa NeahMyah dxndy_mxtt BecciXxXx!

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The heavenly divine serenity ferociously syncing its howl of the heavy rain that has poured in the small city of Massachusetts and the unevenly severe, blood-curdling lighting bolts thudding the ground as it foreshadowed the sequence of the mild, hideously shrill quake composed its own ode of the common mid-autumn climate. The hair-risingly ferocious slap of the heavy rain quaking its gale that was eventually blocked by the coherent, secure very walls of the privately owned two-story house and the shut windows and doors.

Oddly, you and the former aspiring Monsignor's very figures dawdled to alienate from the convenient beige couch once you both traded altruistically unconditional vast of comfort, mellow warmness and divine love. The soothingly feather-soft whispers of the severe rain pelting down and thudding its crystalline fantastically aggressive beehive of raindrops embroidering the window glasses amazingly dinging the monotonous synchronization. A conveniently thick, marvelously abstract rosewood polka dot embroidered duvet manifested smoothly sheating its tender fabric zapping slowly but surely its immobile rich crop of hypodermic heat building on top of your delicate epidermis.

Beamingly calm, candidly ecstatic smiles inscribed its very curves wreathed across your silken façades. Yet the older man's rigidly muscly, toned torso meagerly inched your back and the sweltering warmness you exchanged benevolently as the megawatt coherence of your bodies' isolation nailed the gracefully hypodermic physical sensation creeping beneath your fleshes. Your partly opened optics unevenly, sultrily bashful synced the rhythmically humdrum blinks and contraction of your eyelids' soft muscles, whereas transfixing your very gazes infernally groggy, nonchalantly pronging the living room's brick fireplace and its cozily affable company it exchanged with two exquisitely majestic, fabulously bewitching painted oil paintings surreptitiously nailed on the wall of the site.

Pleasantly warm, serene breathing waltzed your mouths escorting comfortably the low, mellifluous hums that idly droned the background noise and hardly outnumbering the iron-willedly brass, fiendishly paunchy slaps of the heavy rain outside that remarkably spotlighted the symphony of the celestially reassuring nirvana fantastically chanting its tunes. The magnificently enticing autumn's symphony played on loop its individually deluxe, mellifluous recording, bearing a semblance of a bone-chillingly ever-lasting nirvana pebbling its mellow epidermis to loosen the reins off and electrifying goosebumps relentlessly marvelous passaging the overall natural arms and legs sleeves.

"I have always loved the heavy rains especially as a little boy." At the moment, Timothy maneuvered his nose vulnerable innocuous nuzzling the nape of your tender neck, whereas you headstrongly categorical quirked an eyebrow and landing your E/C optics to survey in a scrutiny affectionately, vibrantly poetic with your peripheral gaze the incessantly feather-soft motion of his nose contacting your skin repetitively restless. Your H/L mop of unblemishedly angelic, velvet H/C strands curtained outstandingly your façade and became a victim of the older gentleman's orthodoxy feather-soft, long fingers channelizing to entwine elegantly each strand that braced his digit, admiring the youthfully crispy softness and richness of your mane. "I really spent hours with my siblings and a few trusted friends to play under the heavy rain even when my parents had pretentions about the aftermaths of the muddy game." A honey-mouthed, reassuring coo bubbled up deftly from Timothy's Adam apple and lingering the tip of his nose kneading the nape of your neck, whilst you managed to stifle series of childishly blatant, frosty noises and gasps demonstrating your fiery impulses at such touches mounting up your flesh.

"That's really intriguing, darling!" After the persistently bloodthirsty tempest of vowels and syllables dueling one another for sheer, power-hungry domination to construct your utterance in response emerging from your mouth, the haphazardness of the arduously adroit, demurely girlish giggle teasing your tongue, so untouchable hoarseness spotlighting its inviolable tone followed by a dim shrug of your dainty shoulders as you melted dearly into the uniquely breathtaking brush of Timothy's nose tip against the delicate skin of your nape. It was a pure paradise isolating yourselves from the crudely cold, expansive world nonetheless. The extraordinarily sweet, naturally esthetic flavor of the genuine notion of paradise sweetened your tongues once you assimilated subconsciously its authentically wonderful, silver-tongued exemplar that chimed blissfully into your ears. "I really like the rain only when I'm indoors."

"The rain is an excellent example for a ballad you could spend hours relaxing while listening to music or just reading your favorite book." An indulgently eloquent mewl expelled from the former devotional member of the clergy as you flipped on the other side, in order to confront his very side and registering to cup his round, alabaster complexion in the palms of your amusingly warm, ductilely elvish hands and boring your E/C gemstones into his warm coffee brown, blazing its very sanctums of the unconditional love, ethereally endless warmness and angelical calmness. "Being your company when nobody is disturbing you as well."

"Indeed!" Pressing a hardening, softly sensual smooch to his deliciously baby-pinkish, heavenly plumpish lips, whereas your fingertips and pads of your long fingers stilled its cradle of the very curves of his profile, consequently you silenced him momentarily for a split second. Your flimsy hearts subconscious to your very senses meaningfully skipped a beat at the kiss. "You're so handsome, Tim!"

"So as you're the most beautiful girl, rare bird!"

"You're incredibly nice!" In the interval, you drifted your petite, creamy hands to his scalp and channelizing your spidery fingers to relentlessly smooth rasping his dark hair, while emitting rhythmically healthily guttural, beatific snickers. "Nevertheless that ain't true."

"I truly mean it, my rare bird! Who am I to you lying blatantly?" A soothingly sympathetic, pristinely promising smile diabolically unremitting lacerated the flat curves of his pink mouth, solemnly conveying its friendly reminder to blatantly strong-willed believe his compliment. His tea-stained breathing prominently smooth managed to fan your facial attributes.

"You're my baby! My only baby!"