Amour in Paris {ENGLISH}

Happy Valentine's day

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom as Izzy quietly made his way inside, a tray of delights in hand. With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he approached the bed where Frenchie lay, still lost in the embrace of sleep.

Carefully setting the tray down on the bedside table, Izzy leaned over Frenchie, his heart swelling with love at the sight of his sleeping form. With a tender touch, he brushed a lock of hair away from Frenchie's face, his fingertips trailing lightly along his cheek.

"Frenchie," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Wake up, my love. It's Valentine's Day."

Slowly, Frenchie stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open to meet Izzy's gaze with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, Izzy," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Izzy's smile widened at the sight of Frenchie's drowsy expression, his heart swelling with adoration. "Good morning, my love," he replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Frenchie's lips. "Happy Valentine's Day."

With a soft chuckle, Frenchie returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around Izzy in a tender embrace. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, mon cheri," he whispered, his voice filled with love.

Izzy's heart soared at Frenchie's words, his love for him shining bright. With a flourish, he lifted the tray from the bedside table, revealing an array of delights – freshly brewed coffee, warm croissants, and a glass of orange juice, accompanied by a single red rose.

"For you, my love," Izzy said, his voice soft with affection as he presented the tray to Frenchie. "Breakfast in bed, just for us."

Frenchie's eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of the romantic spread before him, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the love he shared with Izzy. "Thank you, Izzy," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "This is perfect."

As they shared a leisurely breakfast, bathed in the soft light of the morning sun, Izzy and Frenchie knew that there was nowhere else they would rather be than in each other's arms, celebrating their love on this special day.

"That rose, is it the one from the basket when you gave the 20-dollar bill to that cute girl the other day?" Frenchie asked chuckling taking a rose, bringing it to his face, and smelling it. Izzy raised his eyebrows. "How did you know?" he asked devilishly smiling not taking his eyes off Frenchie. "Well the only logical explanation is that it is early in the morning and the flower shop isn't working yet, so you couldn't get outside to buy it." "What can I say, well done Sherlock!" Izzy answered with a wide grin on his face.

"What is your plan for tonight? I hope you didn't mean that we stay all day cuddling in bed?" Izzy patted him on his shoulder. "Frenchie, behave. You know I would love that more than anything, but no, I have something special for tonight." Frenchie leaned for a kiss, hoping Izzy would reveal to him what it was about, but he only got the kiss. "Nuh-uh, you're behaving like a little kid. My lips are sealed until tonight. Be patient my love."

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The soft glow of streetlights illuminated the cobblestone streets of Paris as Izzy and Frenchie made their way to the quaint restaurant where they had planned to celebrate Valentine's Day together. With a sense of anticipation tingling in the air, they walked hand in hand, their steps echoing in the quiet night. As they entered the cozy restaurant, the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of French cuisine and the murmur of conversation. The flickering candlelight cast a warm, romantic glow over the room, setting the stage for a night to remember.

Seated at a secluded table near the window, Izzy and Frenchie exchanged affectionate glances as they perused the menu, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of jazz music playing in the background. Izzy opts for the Coq au Vin, a classic French dish of tender chicken braised in red wine with mushrooms, onions, and bacon. The hearty, comforting flavors of the dish remind him of home, and he savors each mouthful with delight. Frenchie chooses the Steak au Poivre, a succulent ribeye steak coated in cracked black peppercorns and seared to perfection.