"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
"Oh. My. God." We stand in the hotel lobby in total awe. Lights from the chandelier bounces off of the polished marble floors. They must have used Pine-sol for that shine.
"I-I'm going to check us in," she stutters nervously before moving to the front desk. "How do I say 'I don't speak French' again?"
"Je ne parle pas très bien français. That should help,"I pronounce slowly as I lean down to peck her cheek. A dark blush crosses her face before she hands over her luggage.
"Okay, no pressure just speaking a language I'm not fluent in," She blows out a nervous breath as she looks back at the receptionist desk.
"You got this, T-bird. Just howler if you need help," I reassure her.
"I'll hold you to it, but I think I can do this," she chants to herself. She straightens herself up, and looks me in the eye confidently. I'd be lying if I didn't say that was hot.
"I'll be right back," she smirks before kissing my cheek and turning towards the receptionist. I watch her thick hips walk away and nearly groan. I tear my eyes away from the sight and glance around the rest of the hotel lobby to observe the hotel furniture. The fabric from the nearby chair is soft, yet rough like a reminder not to get too comfortable. Oh yeah, I might need this for my loft since. My family gets way too comfortable at my apartment.
"Are you ready? I have our room key and our room is on the third floor," she grins as she takes my hand in hers.
"That didn't take long. What'd you do?" I chuckle as I grab my luggage and she grabs hers.
"Use my charm," she winks.
"Well then, let's get to it, T-bird. I've promised a special lady that I'll show her around Paris," I tease. She rolls her eyes as we walk up to the elevator and press the 'up' button on the elevator.
"Mmhm, sounds romantic. Do you think you could add some personal French lessons too," she flirts when the elevator softly dings. We step in and smugly look at each other.
"I don't know, depends on one thing," I say as stoically as possible. She raises her brow at me as she crosses her arms. "And what's that?"
"Whether this hotel room looks like the brochure." A small giggle escapes her as she shakes her head.
"What did I do to deserve you," she laughs as the elevator closes us in.
"I was thinking the same thing." The elevator dings again, when we arrived to our floor. Lucky for us our room is right around the corner.
"Ready?" She smiles excitedly. To be honest I'm excited too. I get to have her all to myself with no interruptions.
She opens the door and, my God, I thought we were walking into heaven. The room looks so...breathtaking. "It looks exactly like the brochure," I whisper to her as we walk in. I lay my bags by the door while Tina takes hers near the couch.
"Wow," she whistles. "Did Bruce donate to the school or something, because this shit is just...wow."
"I was wondering that, but- hey where did you go?" I ask once I realized I was speaking to air.
"I'm in the bedroom. Babe, you have to check this out." I follow her voice and find her staring at the close up view of the Eiffel Tower.
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