The room smelled like Chanel No. 5. Apparently, that was what you got for staying in an expensive hotel. But, price aside, it was actually worth it.
Jewel toned area rug, king sized bed, flat screen TV, a minibar with a small refrigerator, a mahogany desk, plus a sofa and a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower at night.
Roderich went in and gingerly sat down on the king sized bed.
He and Gilbert had gone on a weekend trip to Paris. Francis was kind enough to book the flight and hotel, hoping that the glamour of his beloved city would 'rekindle' the love between the couple. As if.
It was a long, tiring week, and they were overdue for a much-needed relaxing vacation away from the noise, clamor, and the everyday hustle and bustle of Vienna.
Gilbert then came in, dragging his luggage. (His enormous, purple, dotted-with-pictures-of-Gilbird, luggage. It was old, but that didn't stop him from still using it. Even Roderich himself was surprised when the words, "Buy a new one," had passed from his lips when he saw the bag.)
"What do you think? It's awesome, isn't it?"
"It's fine . . . but maybe we could've gotten a less expensive hotel to stay in?"
"Roddy, vacations are supposed to be enjoyed, not worrying about how much you spend on it. Ok?" Gilbert sighed, before dropping down on the bed and leaning down to take off his sneakers.
"What are you doing? We're going to go sightseeing first, remember?"
"That can wait. As of now, the awesome me is tired. So I'm going to take a nap."
"Fine. I'll go unpack our stuff." Roderich got up, walking over to their luggage.
"No. You take a nap with me."
The Austrian stopped in his tracks, turning around and raising an eyebrow at the man who was spread eagle on the comforter.
"Why?"
Gilbert got a "You've got to be kidding" look on his face.
"Honestly, I don't know how dumb my boyfriend is." Gilbert muttered. Roderich was just short of closing his mouth and firing back a retort when the Prussian cut in.
"Because you're as tired as I am. The flight was tiring, sweetie."
Gilbert had a point.
He woke up at around three in the morning, and then was fetched to the airport by Elizaveta (her crazy driving had left him quite nauseous and shaky). He then stayed there for about half an hour until Gilbert arrived. They registered themselves, and then filled out several forms before getting their tickets. After that, they had to wait for another hour until they could board their plane.
The flight itself, in truth, was just an hour and a half, but it was still energy-draining, even if all they did was eat, sleep and annoy the hell out of each other (Gilbert did). When they finally landed in Paris, both were knocked out and had only enough energy to drag themselves to their hotel.
Roderich pursed his lips.
"Fine. But we're going to go sightseeing immediately after this nap! I would hate for it to be late and everything to be closed by the time we go."
"Ok. Until then-," he pressed his mouth to the Austrian's ear, "-let's have a little fun, shall we?"
The Prussian then leaned in and pressed his lips to Roderich's, arm weaving around the brunette's slim waist. Roderich was caught off guard at first, but then soon found himself returning the kiss with the same equal fervor. Smirking, Gilbert tugged the man closer and rolled over, until he was on top.
"Wanna take this further?" he whispered, nipping at the pale neck of his liebe.
"…Just don't get too excited." Roderich muttered after a moment of losing himself in darkened red eyes. "I'm still tired."
Gilbert grinned, before swooping down and claiming his lover's lips once again.
Needless to say, it was late afternoon when they got to sightseeing, when the sun was going down.