Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine. If it was mine, Gomamon would be the protagonist.

Toujours

Paris was always a good idea, or so people said. To her Paris was an incredibly stressful idea, specially now that she visited the so-called city of love for business. She had been doing so once every two months for the past year, yet the feeling of nervousness and anxiousness was as alive as she did it for the first time. For starters, Parisians hated speaking anything that wasn't French, and she could barely speak understandable English. Thus, in every meeting she had with the French designers she had to work around with a translator, a different one every time. And not that she didn't like her translators, but they were just working, not trying to be her friends.

She felt lonely whenever she came to Paris, which was something she couldn't share with her accolades, because, hell, it was Paris for God's sake! The city was so romanticized, if she ever dared to say one bad thing about it they would burn her alive. She had been warned the city had been having many political protests, and they weren't wrong. Thousands of people were marching, yelling something against their government Sora couldn't understand.

So, she decided to go back to her hotel. She would usually go to these meetings with someone else from the brand, even a junior, but this time her boss decided they couldn't keep spending their budget in sending someone else, and since Sora had been visiting Paris so often, and since the negotiations had started, they presumed she should be ready to go by herself. They were so wrong.

"Mrs. Takenouchi," the receptionist called out her name, and Sora found it adorable to hear it in such deep French accent. "You have a call."

She was confused, though, if her boss wanted to call her she would usually call her cellphone, that's the reason they had hired the most expensive plan for international call, after all.

"Merci," the only French word she knew by heart. She held the phone, it was so weird holding an actual phone. In this cellphone era, hotels were probably the only ones having actual phones. "Sora here."

"How formal of you, Mrs. Takenouchi," her heart sank when she heard his voice, her eyes almost filled with tears. She knew he was in a JAXA* mission, so she wasn't expecting to hear from him in at least two more weeks.

"Y-Yamato, what…" she couldn't hold the tears any longer, she had missed his voice so much. And even if he wasn't right there with her, she could feel him close. After that long week in Paris, feeling extremely lonely, hearing his voice was like medicine to her heart.

"Turn around," so she did, with the phone still attached to her ear. Her heels turned as if she was being haunted by Yamato's voice, and when she saw him, standing right there, holding a flower bouquet and his best smile, she dropped everything she was holding, including her stress. Her feet moved fast, heels loud against the marble floor until she reached his arms.

The people who happened to be walking in the lobby exploded in applauses, of course, western couples loved public signs of affection, which they weren't used to showing.

"I can't believe you're here," she looked up to him, her fringe hiding her teary burgundy eyes. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." They hadn't seen each other for five weeks, and Sora had expected it would be even longer. With his aeronautic missions she could never be certain.

"I have an idea, I've missed you just as much," everyone knew Yamato wasn't specifically the best at showing his feelings, yet Sora had learned how to break those barriers a long time ago. Their lips met as if they were the only ones in the room, they had no idea some people had taken the freedom to record their sweet moment. People these days only knew how to communicate with each other if they had video evidence of what they wanted to say.

"But, how?" They walked together to get Sora's purse that was laying on the floor, amongst more of her stuff.

"I got released earlier, they won't need me in another mission for at least six months," that had to be the best news Sora had heard in the longest time, which was something considering she had just been offered a raise. "And I knew you wouldn't be enjoying your stay here. You could say I have an idea on how special my people can be."

"Paris isn't as fun when you have no idea what's going on most of the time…" she laughed softly, the first time she had laughed in the week she had been in Paris so far. The brand she was working for was so close to closing the biggest partnership in their history with a high fashion Parisian brand, and it was all on Sora's shoulders. Apparently, the creative director of such brand loved Sora, and wasn't willing to negotiate with anyone else. Which was hilarious to Sora, since their conversations were mediated by at least half a dozen of people.

She would be staying in Paris until she closed the deal, which could take two days, or two months.

"We might as well enjoy our stay here," the blonde pointed towards the hotel bar and Sora looked at him in surprise.

"Are you saying...?"

"Yes, I'm staying for as long as you're staying. It won't be a problem, you know, I can always go visit my grandpa or pretend I understand modern art…" Sora's embrace made him quiet, and he focused completely on his life partner.

"Merci," she said confidently, her eyes closed as she hid her head in his chest. He laughed softly as he caressed her peculiar hair.

"Toujours."

Notes

Hell this was corny.

So, I decided I might as well make a story where I can post the one-shots that attack my mind from time to time. This was the first one, a Sorato of course. I hope I keep posting these stories, and I hope you guys like them.

If you do, leave a review, you know, they make my sucker heart happy.

Xoxo, GossipChii.