HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Just a little New Years Eve ficlet.
Hope you all celebrated in style.
Happy New Year
"Ten."
He plucks two champagne flutes from a passing waiter.
"Nine."
He turns back to his wife and smiles.
"Eight."
Their fingers brush against each others as he hands her a drink.
"Seven."
They clink glasses and take a sip.
"Six."
He leans in and kisses her cheek.
"Five."
She smiles, shyly.
Their eyes meet, blue on brown, and they're lost in eachother.
"Four... Three... Two... One... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the crowd cheers.
They're pulled from their trance as the clock strikes midnight.
"Bonne Année mon cherie."
He gently takes the glass from her hand and places onto the table along with his.
He pulls on her hips and their mouths meet in a passionate kiss.
She snakes her arms up around his neck and falls deeply into his embrace.
Moments later, or what could be minutes later, interrupted by the explosion of fireworks, they pull apart.
She smiles.
He Smiles.
"Happy New Year, Gil."
Hand in hand they head out onto the balcony to watch as Paris is illuminated by the celebration fireworks.
"May 2011 be our best year yet." toasts Sara.
"We'll make sure of it." he replies.
The End
I apologise if my French is a little rusty.
Lynne x