FanFic'g on the Fly: A Live Audience-Prompted Series

Les Ninjas Amoreux

"Xiao mei mei, you better not let me catch you, cos if I catch you you'll be my girlfriend," Di warned teasingly as he lunged and darted around a chenille covered arm chair trying to catch Yue. He had said the exact same thing to her back in June when she'd recorded him and Wu Xize in that funny TikTok video they'd made during their ICON shoot.

Now, however, there was no Xize, no video. Just the two of them away from prying eyes; away from China and film sets, privately ensconced in Yue's posh Parisian hotel suite. He'd arrived by surprise a few hours after her and now Yue felt herself the happiest she'd been in a long time, just her and Di in the city of love.

Excited laughter erupted out of her as she tried avoiding capture by her DiDi. He eyed her like a hungry wolf; leered at her salaciously, and began stalking her around the chair. Hunting her down.

She giggled and playfully shrieked "Daoming Si!" as she quickly weaved and tried ducking away, but Di intercepted her and pulled both of them onto the seat in a collapsing heap. Yue landed squarely on his lap and tried squirming away, laughing uncontrollably as Di tickled her all over. His caresses made her feel incredibly giddy and wanton, to the point where she writhed and bounced and suddenly all that movement sprung another Xiao to life.

Di rasped wickedly in Yue's ear, "xiao mei mei...I caught you...now you're mine," as his roving hands began to stroke tantalizing trails up her ribcage and down her back, touching her scandalously.

A squeeze. Soft pinches. Sizzling velvet kisses. Her rosy tipped feminine charms hardened under his ardent ministrations.

——KNOCK. KNOCK.——

"Delivery for Ms. Shen Yue!" interrupted a muffled voice outside her door, suspending their toothache-inducing foreplay.

Yue jumped up off of Di's lap and righted her dress, startled and excited all at once, then scampered to open the door like a fluffy little bunny. She was met with a beautiful, fragrant bouquet of creamy yellow freesias dotted with lilac and smoky purple colored hellebores. She hurriedly stole questioning glances at Di and what appeared to be other items buried in the box surrounding the floral arrangement, as she rushed to move things off the writing desk, so their valet could set it down.

She thanked Jean-Georges, their private hotel staffer, whom had been assigned to personally make her and DiDi's less than 72-hour whirlwind trip in the city of love as comfortable and memorable as possible. Jean-Georges had planned several private tours for Di while Shen Yue attended shows at Paris Fashion Week—Place Vendôme, Jardin des Tuileries, Champs Elysees, putzing around the Marais and a private shopping excursion on the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, where Di purchased an exclusive, very sexy pair of five inch Louboutins for Shen Yue (the kind where he'd have to hold onto her to help her walk). Heck, he might even have to carry her if luck was on his side.

He planned on gifting her the shoes tonight after their romantic evening and was glad he had worn one of his signature hoodies during the shopping excursion, as it had effectively hidden his sudden straining manhood just picturing Shen Yue in nothing but the diamond studded stilettos and a little wispy lace violet lingerie number he'd picked up for her at another shop.

Everything was set for tonight—a late, late night private tour to the top of La Tour Eiffel, followed by a romantic cruise on Bateaux Mouches along the Seine for dinner and dessert at a cafe closed down for their exclusive tête-à-tête. Their last night in Paris would be one to remember, full of romance and surprise, including the biggest surprise of all—Di proposing at the top of the Tour Eiffel.

Di was brought out of his reverie, as he heard Yue ooh and sigh, and ask, "Di, did you do this?"

"Do what?" he asked coming up behind her and lassoing his arms around her tiny waist.