✶ Eiffel Tower ✶ Chapter 20

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After the Paris concert, Murdoc takes your hand and leads you out of the building.

"Another surprise?" You ask.

"Just... follow me, love." He says.

You guys walk for about 15 minutes.

You pass by some trees, and suddenly see the Eiffel Tower.

You smile in awe and run a bit ahead.

"Murdoc! You kept your promise..." you say.

He grunts. "'Course, love."

"Last one there's a rotten egg!" You call out, running ahead.

Murdoc bolts past you, winning.

"I guess you're the rotten egg." He says.

You roll your eyes.

"I don't wanna be the rotten egg." You whine.

Murdoc walks over to you and hugs you. "It's okay, love. I'm the real egg here." He chuckles.

You smile and go limp in his arms.

The two of you take the elevator up.

You're expecting you guys to just admire the sunset, but he has something else in mind...

Murdoc looks around suspiciously, opening a Staff Only door.

"Murdz! What are you doing?!" You whisper.

"It's okay, love. I just wanna get a better view, yeah?" He says.

You sigh and follow him like a lost puppy.

You know Murdoc doesn't intend on getting you in any trouble.

Murdoc spots a ladder.

"Oh no. We are not doing that." You say sternly.

Murdoc grunts. "Stop me, love."

He begins to climb up.

"Murdoc! Get down!" You say. The wind begins to pick up, making it hard to hear each other.

He laughs and keeps going.

Just then, you hear footsteps.

"Shit! Someone's coming!" You say.

"Then get up here."

You growl and begin to climb up.

Before you know it, the two of you have reached the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The sky is yellow.

You don't even take it all in till you look up from your hands.

Your eyes widen.

"Holy shit." You say.

You feel Murdoc's hand run through yours, intertwining.

That sends butterflies through your stomach.

"I can't believe we're standing on top of the Eiffel Tower." You say.

He doesn't say anything. Just smiles.

The two of you take a seat, your feet dangling over the edge.

Murdoc then takes out a bottle of champagne from his black sash.

"You brought champagne. You love machine." You say.

"Hey, I may be experienced, but this is all for you, love."

You giggle.

There's a jazz concert going on at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, but it's so loud, you can hear it perfectly.

"Dream a little dreeeeam of me..." he sings quietly.

He's so vulnerable right now.

You place your hands on his face and pull him into your space.

He just smirks and gives in.

You kiss his nose.

"No. That is not acceptable." He says, and forces his lips onto yours.

He's really into the kiss.

It's just a romantic, heartfelt kiss. No tongue or anything like that.

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