Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Gay Paree. Rêves Accomplis

Louise was terribly downcast with guilt, he hates my hair, she grimaced sadly and with a light shake of her head vowed to go back to Tristao le' coiffeur, or was it la coiffeur, she pondered, as soon as possible.

The elevator jolted and lurched as they ascended to the seventh floor and they were silent.

She had meant this to be wonderful. A hilarious practical joke to make him smile, be joyously happy; enjoy one of his longest lasting fantasies. Now she stood in front of him, his chest pressed hard against her back, a hand about her waist holding her upright and saving her from curling into a tiny ball on the floor at his feet. John sighed into her hair and Louise wanted to hide in any darkness she could find.

"Key" John pushed her purse into her stomach a little too hard and Louise fumbled blindly for the George V Hotel room key. Lou looked so forlorn as she bent to scuffle through all the clutter in her purse .....

On the other side of this Parisian picture....

John was confused, flustered, mad, happy. Every damn emotion she could have him tangled in, he was in. I am not drunk however, he mused.

The moment her fingers grasped to turn the door knob she realised the babysitter could be a potential noisy Beatle fan. Louie manhandled an amused John to the wall beside the door outside the room, pressing the palm of her hand on his chest silently making him stay put. She opened the door and went inside.

Bloody doc better not be in there John grumbled to himself. He then listened quietly as Louise haltingly spoke to an apparently French person.

"Ahhh fin now. Ummm bubba problemo?" Louise asked as John chuckled quietly by the door. Her French no better than his apparently.

"Parfait mademoiselle. Fin. je vais partir maintenant?"

"Ahhh. Shit. Yes hmmm" Louise fumbled, whatever did the girl say.

On the other side of the door- John was now busy pissing himself laughing, fingers clasped over his mouth, he definitely wasn't any better at the French so he didn't bother interrupting. "Au Revoir?"

"Oui, Au Revoir" The babysitter grabbed her large satchel and fled the room, never seeing the laughing man by the door.

"Merci beaucoup" Lou called after the girl. Well she was in a hurry, such was my bad lingo Lou thought. She laughed, feeling a little better now she was in her room "Entrez Johnny!"

Lou was dashing around dimming the lights as John entered and softly closed the door behind him, and as her fingers found the light-switch by the door, John was kissing her neck and grasping her body to come closer to his.

"Slow down Ma belle" John teased as he turned her face in his big hands making her pause in her endeavours to shroud her hair from his vision. "Kiss me Louise"

"You hate me"

"I don't hate you I bloody love you, I do silly" Foreheads resting together Louise sighed heavily as John fingered her hair gently and smelt the perfume against her skin. "Arrrr now I know why you had me bamboozled. You're not wearing our Vanilla and Coconut concoction"

"Chanel No.5, Brian bought it for me while I was picking out the dress" Louise smiled softly, pulling John into a bear hug "I'm so sorry... for everything. My hair, the perfume, my being here"

"Stop that, Louise. I'm awfully glad you're here. The hair I'll get used to. You do look good as a blonde luv and the perfume, it's ok, we can give it to Paul to use" John kissed her nose and smirked "Come on let's look in on our princess then snog on the balcony while Paris twinkles in the background ....... Jeez I sound like McRomanceNovel now!"