Falling for You

Epilogue 12 - Spontaneous

Song - a song for mama by boys II men

2000 (after last chapter)

"I can't believe this view." I said opening the curtains with panache. It was around 9am in Paris and I was wearing nothing but Timothée's oasis shirt as I looked out into the hotels gardens.
"Woah babe so bright." He complained, shielding his eyes.
"Sorry, forget you get hangovers worse than me." I shut the curtains and crawled back over to the bed.

"Much worse." He added. "You look fine."
"I have a little headache. Hey why don't we go get ice cream." I suggested. Paris had already lifted my mood. I snuggled under my husbands arm in the plush sheets.
"Well we gotta have breakfast first babe." He laughed.
"Oh."
"But hey I dig the enthusiasm. We'll get some later Mkay?"
"Mkay."

...

Around 12 we were sitting beside this fountain watching as it showered down.
"Let's go under it." Timmy suggested randomly.
"What?" I laughed.
"Why not? It's like 28 degrees out and I wanna cool off." He stood, decidedly.
"Cmon."
He was already walking under it, I followed timidly.

He stood right under and pulled me into him by my dress. I yelped.
"Timmy it's freezing!"
"Great isn't it?"
"No!" I looked up at him. That big dumb grin. We kissed and suddenly the water wasn't so cold. A few moments passed but then some man in a police like uniform started yelling at us in French.
Presumably get out of the fountain, you twats.

We laughed and ran away in our soaked clothes until the large man stopped chasing us (not long).
"What now?" Timmy asked me.
"I want a baguette." I said deciding to be as impulsive as my lover.
"Here? Damn if you insist." He started undoing his belt. I stopped him laughing. We relaxed against that stone wall kissing and laughing.

"Let's go get food baby." He said eventually. Me and Tim found a little bakery and bought ourselves baguettes and cheese to make sandwiches back at the hotel.

...

"I have an idea." I said as I shut the heavy hotel room door. "I should make your one and you should make mine."
"Okay, but I warn you mine will be delicious."
We took out the baguettes and got to cutting. We had practically the same thing but the tension of who was going to make the better sandwich was unreal.

Finally I pressed my one on a plate to him with a flower of been hiding in my bag.
He gave me mine- no flower.
I watched him with intensity as he ate it.
"Promising flavour." He described as if he were a TV chef. "Extra points for the...decoration." He picked up the oxeyed Daisy and placed it behind my ear.

"Now you."
I tucked into my personally prepared sandwich. "Ah, very nice. Very nice indeed. However, no garnish, no decoration."
"Ahh so you win."
"I win!" I stood up from the blue carpet and raised my fist in victory.

"What do you claim your prize?" Timmy asked before mouthing "me, me, me, me."
I tapped my finger on my chin.
"Hmmm, I suppose...you?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
I fell to my knees and he pulled me on top of him.

...

Post sex, I sat up gazing out at the rain against the window while Timothée kissed my shoulder. He turned my chin so I'd face him.
"You are so gorgeous." Kiss. "I love you so much." Kiss. "And I'd ask you to marry me again if I could." Kiss.
"I love you too Tim. You're so perfect."

He smiled, I could tell he felt loved and knew I did too. I returned my sight to the rain. It fell delicately, strange for rain. But it seemed to be being careful. It didn't batter on the window, it caressed it.
The sound was like a slow song egging two lovers on to kiss.

A/N : This one's a little shorter but I thought it was cute.