Wherever You Will Go

Chapter 13- Mon Petit-Ami

{Dianne}
After what feels like a long time waiting in the reception and many a awkward conversation with the receptionist, whose French tongue is unlike anything I've ever heard before, we are finally led into a different room. It's rather small and quite bare. Ennuyeux, as the French would say. Looking around for any sign of where we actually are, I catch a glimpse of a golden plaque set into the door.

Bureau de directeur

Ah, okay.

"Joe, we're in the head teachers office."

"How the hell did you work that out?"

He questions, snapping his head back round to face me.

"The sign on the door." I shrugged.

"How can you even rea- actually I'm not gonna ask that..."

Joe carries on glancing round, as if on edge, until a man walks in. By no means is he an unpleasant man at first glimpse; but the vibes I receive from him aren't the best in the world, and I'm unsure why currently.

"Bonjour!! Je m'appelle Monsieur Colline et je suis le directeur du cet collége. C'est bon rencontrer avec tu."

Joe instantly turns to me, clearly astounded by the speed that the headteacher speaks at. Brushing off Joe's soul-piercing gaze I turn to the headteacher to introduce myself and Joe. Somehow I doubt Joe would be up to the challenge.

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Dianne. Il..." quickly I indicate to Joe, "... il s'appelle Joe. Il est mon petit-ami."

Turning to Joe he offers a small smile.

"Bonjour, ça va?"

Joe freezes as he realises the question is aimed at him, panic clear on his face.

"Um..."

I'm tempted to leave him to struggle, but decide that I'd better save him now than have to put up with his mood that would inevitably come later if I left him to deal with talking French. So I grab his hand and turn back to the headteacher.

"Il parle un peu de Français... il faut beaucoup d'apprendre."

He nods and walks into the little room behind him chuckling a little. Looking at Joe I have to stifle a giggle- his expression is a true picture. What is in it? Is he impressed? Confused? Shocked? Then his mouth contorts a little.

"What are you smirking at?"

"Something."

"Joe...?"

Still smirking he relents,

"Did you introduce me as your boyfriend?"

"No..."

As I'm racking my brain trying to remember the intricacies of my conversation with the headteacher the realisation hits me suddenly. Yes. I said it.

'Il est mon petit-ami'

"...yeah, I guess I did..."

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{Joe}
Being introduced as her boyfriend earlier has definitely given me some ammunition to use against her to tease her, and I'll take anything that I can get.

Hearing the door to our room open I glance over, only to have to cover my mouth to stop me gasping aloud. Whilst she's been gone I'd forgotten about her dance attire. Now her return saw her dressed in a beautiful navy leotard, lace covering her arms and the material hugging ever part of her body.

"See something you like?"

Her question is meant to taunt, and serves its purpose well.

"Possibly..."

As I say it a thought occurs in my mind, making my face become laced with concern,

"...although please don't tell me you wandered the street in that."

"No..." She admits,

"...my leggings are in my bag- I couldn't resist seeing your reaction."

Chuckling a little I step closer to her, my voice almost a whisper at this point.

"Did my reaction suffice? Was it what you expected?"

She taps her chin for a moment, pretending to think.

"I'm not sure. I think I found it a little... lacking."

"In what way?"

"Ways you could only dream of, Joe."

With that she turns around and walks out of the door again, a pile of clothes in her hand.

Ways that you could only dream of...

Well, let my supposed dreams become reality then. By the time she'd return, I'd have the whole thing planned out in my head. This time, I'd give her a reaction that wasn't lacking in any way.

The door opens and I stay stock still, staring out of the window. Only when the noises of her packing her dance things away cease do I turn around, meeting her gaze immediately. The widest, most genuine smile that I've ever given instantly bursts onto my face, and I walk towards her with purpose, staying completely and utterly silent. When I reach her, my hands find a comfortable position on her hips. They fit them easily, as if I a lock maker had made them a pair. Leaning forwards, I press a kiss to the base of her neck, below her ear.

"You're beautiful- both inside and out."

At my words she leans into me a little more, smiling against my shoulder. Planting another kiss on her neck I pull back, so I'm looking into her eyes once again. This time it's her that pulls me in, connecting our lips with a fierceness and eagerness I would've have thought her capable of. Maybe I've got my work cut out with her, which is completely fine by me. She'll keep me on my toes, that's for sure.

Her hand travels up my chest, letting her fingers graze teasingly over my skin. Eventually it joins her other behind my neck and she intertwines them, drawing me a little closer in the process.

Breathing heavily and rapidly we pull apart, foreheads meant against each other, bodies pressed together.

"Did you find that reaction satisfactory?"

I taunt, in between deep breaths.

"More than so."

"I'm happy to hear that... ma petite-amie."

For a moment she looks confused, then some pieces in her brain click together, as her eyes widen in realisation, before she rolls them instinctively.

"You're unbelievable."

"I do believe you're the one that called my yours first, yet you call me unbelievable?"

Pink threatens to creep up her cheeks as her blush rises through her whole body.

"Shut up."

"But you're adorable when you blush. More so than usual."

Our eyes connect again for a second, before she once again attacks my lips with her own.

A/N
Yeah I haven't proofread any of this. Also, the French in this is almost definitely nearly all wrong- if you do French please don't shout at me, I tried I promise!! Although please do feel free to leave any corrections, just not in a threatening way or I may cry :)