***I DO NOT OWN "THE ONE" THIS STORY BELONGS TO NICKY LEE***

I wrote it along with the song "Paris Paris" by Catherine Danevue&Malcolm McLaren. Maybe some references ( people, places etc. ) wouldn't be obvious to everyone, so at the end of every chapter is short glossary :D

Those who have been in Paris, especially at spring would know the magic of this town :D At rest seasons it's like every other big city, but at spring in amazing...

Enjoy :D

Paris Paris

Spring at Paris comes early. In late March all trees was full of flowers, decorating streets in multicolours lines. The fresh breeze and warm air making people smile. Emotions, put to sleep at winter waking up with entire nature. Human being is closer to nature than people thinks – our behave, emotions are changing according to seasons – calming, became more quiet at autumn, preparing to winter's sleep when short days and badly of sun made us quiet, contained... When spring comes, our emotions, hidden at winter at the depths of our souls, explodes, blooming with entire flowers, trees, heated by the sun. People falls in love, animals joining in pairs... We follow this dream at the summer, enjoying every hot day with each other, making sweet memories, promises at warm nights. Again, when autumn comes, we calm, preparing to put asleep all that emotions in winter, only for blooming again at spring...

Lele walks slowly along Loara river, breathing in fresh, full of flower scents. She was smiling, singing quietly.

"I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart"

She was happy – today's session were at the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, one of the most beautiful places at Paris. This year's spring-summer main colors would be white, beige with flowers patterns. The light, white dresses, stilettos... She loves her job – today she felt like in dream. Except one moment: the main photo for this collection was with Angus. The two of them have oriental features, so designer decided that they should act together. It wasn't easy – the scene have to be sensual, but she has hard time to manage with it Angus. Maybe because he looks like him... Lele shakes her head – "stop thinking, stop thinking" She knows that she felt for him long ago. And she knows perfectly that this feeling only hurts her. But despite that, she couldn't stop her minds. And to spite her, there was plenty of couples, walking everywhere.

"Barman dans le shaker, d'abord de l'élégance
Un trait de Sacré-Coeur et deux doight de Doisneau
Une Piaf, quelques moineaux et Joséphine Baker...
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Deep in her thoughts, she entered restaurant "Nuit a Paris". There takes place a special gala, in occasion of finishing photo sessions. She wears elegant shorts, light blouse with long sleeves, exposing one shoulder, and stilettos. She looked around – all restaurant was arrange like old Paris, with photos of smiling, playing children by Robert Doisneau at the walls. At some photos were people in their daily activities – walking, crossing Paris's streets, painting, selling goods at the little shops. All that making an impression, that after crossing doors, you moving back in time, landing up at old, artistic Paris.

-Lele, come here! Nice to see you! – the loud voice of the Photographer breaks buzz of other voices. Lele smiles and wave to him. -Sweety, you were amazing today! - he sad hugging her with a bit drunken voice. The hug wasn't intimate – it was his way of acting when he likes someone. – If I were younger…

-You are old, perverted man – They automatically moved around at the sound at that harsh words. Photographer smiled seeing the author of that words. It was Eros, standing near them.

-Eros, my old friend. I lost hope that you finally show yourself here! – both men shaking hands warmly.

-Hello Eros – Lele smiled to him.

-Hello Lele, good work today – he said. Lele opens her eyes in surprise. He was there, at the session?- I came to Paris in business, but in the same time Angus informed about that session. I came there, interested how you two would be arguing during final photos.

-You're rude again! – she said while walking with everyone to the table. The party was very nice; they ate classical French cuisine, talked with everyone, while listening old, beautiful songs, sang by Edith Piaf. Some people starting to dance, slowly swaying in time with the music. Romantic love songs, singing by strong, expressive voice, creates warm, mystiques atmosphere. Lele started to move her head along with delicate tones.

-Stop dancing alone. Find a guy – Lele turn her hand around. Who else could tell something like that...

-You're cruel 4eyed monster! – she replayed, putting a face like spoiled child – I can't dance. I have always been the worst in dancing.

-What's difficult in dancing? -Everything! The music... don't fit to my moves, ok ?- she said a bit irritated. – and I have never known what my partner wants me to do...

-Hahaha... So, the truth is you're not fit to any guy... – Eros teased her. He loves to do it. Her reactions has been always like a little spoiled child, or a offended cat. Sometimes he has a impression that she would puff or growl at him. It was so funny...

-Stupid monster! Oh, I forgot, you are perfect in everything! So why are you sitting here, but not dancing?

-Exactly! All woman here are dying to tough you! Look at the Angus! – a bit drunk Photographer appeared behind his back. - Oh, I have great idea: maybe you two would dance together?

-No, I won't dance with somebody who doesn't hear the music at all...

-What ? I hear the music very well! I just ... – she can't find good riposte. – I just... So maybe you show me how perfect dancer you are? – the best defence is attack... "what a irritating guy! I show him!" She screamed in her mind.

-Hahaha... But remember, I won't be gentle – Eros said smiling. "God... what am I doing? I can't dance at all...He will be mocking at me..". – she though. Suddenly she snorted "The hell... never! I won't lose to him!" Eros dragged her at the middle of the crowd. "Oh yeah, great! Everything but not in the center of everyone attention..." Eros stopped and turned to her. He put his hand to her and ask.

-Shall we ?

-Of course! I'm ready.- she replied immediately and grab his hand. The next few second were like a nightmare – stumbles, wrong moves, step on his leg... Lele was red-faced from the shame – it has never been like this – total disaster. Eros sighed.

-You're so troublesome... – He moved closer, grasped her waist, and whisper – Lele, close your eyes, and do only what I say. – she looked at his eyes for a moment wanting to said something nasty, but finally surrender. - Ok, now listen to me. At first, move closer and put your hand at my shoulder. I don't bite you! You can't dance with someone keeping such great distance. – Lele straggled, but do as he said. He was very high, so she had to move very, very close to reach his arm. She felt a bit hot – it was almost like they would hold each other. -What? Afraid of touch a men? – he mock.

-Shut up! And tell me what to do. – she replied a bit angrily. He smiled grabbing her other hand.

-Ok, you have to feel what a partner wants you to do. He's leading in dance. Now, move a bit forward... then one step at left... – she followed his words. It wasn't so hard – with her eyes closed, she only hear what he tells, and feel his gentle movements. After few songs, she could almost predict next step. -Well, I think it's enough. Now, the hardest part. I won't instruct you. You have to feel what I want you to do. Understand? – "and how I should do it...?" she thought desperately.

-Ok, begin... – she felt that he moves back. She follow him. Then two steps forward, one at right, closer, then turn... She closed her mind for everything except the feeling of his movement. Like she could read his minds. She started to smile unconsciously. Eros was looking at her. It was surprising that she could feel his movements so well. When she was smiling, he felt something different. Something relaxing...? Calming...? It was only dance, but now, with her it was feeling differently than with the other. It almost felt... pleasant. The song was ending. He suddenly conceived the idea. She felt something another than previous movements – his hand at her waist pressed harder. He moved one leg further, and moved close to her. She felt his warmth. Then, suddenly he pushed her back. Lele followed him unwittingly. She arched her back as he bended forward. It was almost like he would be holding her in his arms...

Previously it wanted it to be longer, but I changed my mind and divided at 2 parts.

GLOSSARY:

"deux doight de Doisneau" - Doisneau was a photographer. He photograph people at Paris at their daily life - walking, playing, selling, resting, etc. His works shows real life of people in Paris before the second world war, dring and after.

"Une Piaf" - reffering to Edith Piaf (1915 - 1963), well known singer and actres. She was extremely expressive in acting and singing, what was unique.