Fashion week 2039 ended sooner than I expected, not like I really paid much attention to anyone other than Tano though. It was beautiful, her form walking down exuding grace and showcased the best of the clothes the designers made. Such grace vanished as we arrived back at our hotel room, seeing as she lazily plopped down on the bed. "Your manager invited you to a party with some other models tomorrow night. How about we go around the city tomorrow before the celebration?" I said as I got a text on my phone from her manager.
"Ehh! I don't even wanna go to the party!" She whined childishly, frantically swinging her arms and legs on the bed. I smiled as I walked over and sat beside her.
"There's going to be cake." I laughed silently. I didn't even need to hypnotize her to get her to change her mind.
"So what time's the party?" Easily swayed by her sweet tooth, she immediately sat up with glee.
"Around seven or eight. So we'll have all day to go sightseeing." I was excited as well, seeing as it was my first time in the city of love. City of love...
"You know, we can always come back here, even if it isn't Paris Fashion Week." She retorted, but I was deadset on walking through the city with her. I rubbed the back of my head. I looked at her, getting lost in her eyes once again as I put on my best pouting face. She stared back, seemingly entranced by me as she laughed at my expression. "But...since I have a free day, why not?" I gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek before we got under the sheets and snuggled up against ourselves. The dawn woke me up before her, so I did some morning stretches before I went through our luggage.
"Alright. Time to take a shower." I said as I shut the bag, entering the bathroom in our room after pulling out one of the provided towels. It took her a few hours before she roused for the day, the walk, and various backstage hassle of the fashion show taking a heavy toll on her energy reserves. "Good morning honey." I gave her a warm smile to start her day, already having set her towel out for her as I checked my phone for something.
"Morning...did you get some coffee ready?" She sat up, looking at me with her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled from being slept in. She shot a glance out the window of our hotel room, watching as Paris' streets were filled with people that looked like ants from how high up we were. She smacked her lips, she was hungry already.
"We're in France...let's just go to a cafe." I stared at her blankly as she pulled strands of hair that was stuck to her lip due to her drooling. I waited for her to finish her shower, my hands trembling in anticipation for today. The moment she left the bathroom, I entered it to give her some privacy while she got dressed.
"Oh. What's this doing here?" I heard her mutter through the door, which made me smile from ear to ear. It took her a few minutes to get dressed, though I did tell her to dress lightly. I emerged to find her wearing skinny jeans and a striped V-neck that highlighted her cleavage. I gulped, steeling myself to keep my mind off of sex. "So, the cafe?" She asked before the two of us left to explore the city.
Our first stop, since I had suggested it, was a cafe and boulangerie with a view of the Louvre. She started her day with a croissant while I was satisfied with just some coffee. Since it was already in sight, I suggested entering the museum.
"But the line is huge. We'll be waiting for at least an hour for...tickets..." She nearly dropped her food as I pulled out a pair of tickets I purchased in advance. "Did you plan this?"
"Maybe?" I grinned back at her, winking with my eye as I sipped my morning coffee. I hurried her a little bit since I also purchased the privilege of a tour. The two of us glanced at the painting and sculptures all the while taking in the beauty of them all. I did my best to mimic some of the poses except for the nude ones, getting her to giggle though she had to stifle it since we were in public. After that, the two of us talked by the exit for a while, though my mind wasn't too fixated on the conversation, seeing as I had the rest of our day planned ahead. "Ah, want some macarons?" I smiled, seeing her beam with her own excitement as she dragged me around by the arm. Even after all these years, she's still faster than me. I directed her to a certain building and told her to wait for me at the door while I got macarons of various flavors.
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You Will Marry Me
RomanceMy name is Akira Onjo, and this is the story of how I hypnotized my wife when we were kids. But I'm not evil, even if I did something unspeakable to her.