Damon & Elaine

Heatwave

Context: Damon and Elaine have gone away to Paris for a few days during a small window when they both have some time off. It's.. 1993? Idk but pre Parklife I suppose. It's Paris, it's hot, it's romantic. Yadda yadda yadda.

I swung open the bathroom door, letting a cloud of steam escape the open window that cooled our hot hotel room. Damon was still asleep, stretched across the mattress and tangled in the white sheets. He looked so peaceful. He was so exhausted and he deserved some RNR. Watching him finally be able to switch off was such a relief, as I was so worried he would be bringing all of his stresses with him, and the whole point of us coming here was that we could both be away from everything that was troubling us and just bet amerced in each other, even if it was only for 5 days.

Balancing the oversized towel that was wrapped on my head, I sat on the little Juliette Balcony of our hotel room and lit a cigarette, listening to the sound of Paris buzzing around beneath me. The fresh breeze against my wet skin cooled me down, the Parisians were facing the strongest heatwave the city had seen in 5 years, and we where caught in the middle of it. I looked over at my sleepy boyfriend who I could see was now stirring. His eyes opened slowly, and he looked around adjusting to the light. When he looked toward me, a smile grew across his face; I returned one subconsciously. It was impossible not to get giddy around him, especially when he looked so sweet, and to be honest, pretty sexy lying there in just his boxers. He said nothing, but out stretched his arm toward me, suggesting that I come to him. I pulled the towel off my head and butted my cigarette on the windowsill. I moved to him and sat on the mattress, sweeping his bed hair from his eyes. He laughed, and turned around so he was lying on his back. I climbed onto of him, straddling his hips, and smirked down at him. "Did you have a nice sleep?" I asked,

He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Yup, really needed that actually". He looked puzzled for a moment and furrowed his eyebrows, turning his head to the nightstand to check the time on the alarm clock. "Oh shit, sorry love, you didn't have to wait around for me, you should've woken me up". He had been asleep for nearly 2 hours. Damon propped himself up on his elbows.

"No no, its okay-" I reassured, "I was very happy having a shower and reading my book and lulling around... We can go and do stuff later. You needed to sleep and I don't mind a bit of quiet after the stress of this morning..." I always really struggled with travelling, it always really worked me up, and something always seems to go wrong every time. "That's all good then sweet heart." He still sounded so tired, his voice low and croaky. He rubbed his hands lazily up ad down my arms and then decided to sit up underneath me. "Thanks for coming here with me", he swept my hair from my face. "I know we haven't been able to spend any time together recently, because of the tour, and you've been so wrapped up in work", "but only one more month and the its finally all over".

"You're doing so well", I said, "I'm really proud of you". Touring around was great for him, he enjoyed playing for audiences and there was a lot of fun in it- but it was exhausting, and whilst he didn't like admitting it, Damon really struggled with anxiety and a lot of frustration as a result of the constant upkeep of energy and expectations of touring a band that had already become so popular.

He lent back onto his hands and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering at my lips. It had occurred to me what may be on Damons mind, considering I was only wearing a skimpy nighty, which had gone a bit see-through from my wet hair, and never mind the fact that we were in the most romantic place in the world with a big beautiful bed and lots of time to kill. "Kiss me" he said flashing a childish grin,

"Is that a command?" I joked,

"Maybe", he said slowly. His low voice made my heart skip a beat. He tilted his head and licked his lips, and I could feel myself starting to undo.