AN: I wasn't planning to make this to long so there'll most likely be only one more chapter left after this one. Thanks to anyone who reads this.
It didn't take long to pack. They would be gone for a little over a week, ten days to be exact, and took only the things that were absolutely essential. Mike still brought along some money so that he could get something for his grandmother, Rachel, and Donna, even though something told him that Harvey wouldn't let him use it and give him his own money instead.
They got to the airport at seven in the morning and actually boarded the plane at seven forty-five. Harvey was wide awake by this time but Mike was still having trouble keeping his eyes open and eventually fell asleep before the plane even took off. At first, Mike was sitting upright but as the plane took off he sifted in his sleep and fell against Harvey's shoulder. Harvey smirked as he murmured, to softly for anyone else to hear, "Sleep tight puppy."
Mike then didn't wake up until about twelve when the air hosts and hostesses were serving lunch since it was a ten hour flight. "Where are we?"
"On the moon. We had to take a little detour." When Mike just continued to stare Harvey said, "Somewhere over the Atlantic."
"Thank you," replied Mike as he stretched. "Gosh, I'm starved."
"Well lucky you it's time for lunch. What do you want?" asked Harvey as he handed him a menu.
Mike stayed quit as he looked through it when he suddenly asked, "So what have you been doing?"
"Mostly chatting on and off with Francine."
"Who's Francine?"
"That air hostess over there," pointed Harvey to a woman coming down the current aisle. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
She stopped by them and said, "Je vois qu'il s'est enfin réveillé."
"Oui, le chiot peut dormir pour toujours," replied Harvey with a smirk as Mike looked between the two, completely confused.
Francine then turned to Mike and asked, "What would you like to eat today?"
Mike was surprised by the sudden English and stuttered for a moment until he finally found his voice. In the end, he could've chosen something a little more elegant or refined but he simply said, "Ham sandwich seems fine."
"I'll be back in a few moments with your order," she replied as she smiled. Then she said to Harvey, "LL est mignon. Vous êtes chanceux de l'avoir."
"Je sais," replied Harvey with a smirk as she left. When turned to see Mike's utterly confused face he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Why were you speaking . . . Spanish I think?"
"French actually though I can speak Spanish as well," replied Harvey.
"Okay, but why were you speaking in French?"
"Well," said Harvey like he was getting ready to tell a story, "see that guy over there, the air host."
"Yeah, what about him?"
"He came over and asked if I wanted a pillow for my brother and I said he isn't my brother he's my boyfriend. Well that didn't sit to well with the guy, probably homophobic, and Francine came over and took care of him. I didn't catch the entire conversation but I heard her throw in what I figured were French curse words and then asked if she spoke French, in French, when she came back over."
"What did you say to her earlier?"
"Well, she said that it looks like he's awake and replied with something along the lines of the puppy likes to sleep. Then she later said, after you'd ordered, that you were cute and that I was a lucky man. I told her, I know," finished Harvey as he watched Mike blush furiously.
"Thank you for embarrassing me Harvey," muttered Mike.
"Well I had to, you're cute when you're embarrassed," Harvey replied.
"Oh, I almost forgot, is there any other languages you know?"
"Let's see, French, Spanish, Italian, those three are all really simple and pretty similar to each other. I also know how to speak Greek though I can't read it worth a flip."
Mike laughed at this when not long after the food came back. The rest of the flight went smoothly and Mike actually began to like Francine, though it was easier to understand her when she spoke English.
The plane landed in Athens, Greece where they would stay two nights and then go to the next destination. The time back at home was five o'clock but there it was only ten in the morning. Harvey and Mike left the airport between ten thirty and ten forty-five. Harvey had to pull Mike from a good many shops and vendors, telling him that they could look once all their luggage was away. They then got to the hotel at eleven.
The hotel had modern things, like running water, electricity, and air conditioning but the architecture still was similar to a classic Greek building. The white walls had flowers and vines growing on them, giving them a splash of color.
After they put everything away in their room, Harvey suggested they go get dinner, though technically it would be lunch time here. Mike agreed and before they left the hotel, Mike grabbed a book on common Greek terms, words, and phrases, from the front desk.
Harvey told Mike of a place that had looked good online and wasn't to far from the hotel so they could walk. Mike was fine with that.
As they walked, Mike's head was either stuck in the little term book, memorizing everything, or up in the air looking at everything wide eyed. Harvey couldn't help but laugh.
Finally, Harvey took Mike's hand as he said, "Let me guess, you can probably read most Greek that's put in front of you now."
"Well, I could probably translate it like that sign over there says Bakery but I doubt I could actually say it in Greek. That's what I have you for," replied Mike as they reached the restaurant.
The place was extremely open, with no actual windows, just openings in the wall to let in the fresh air, sunlight, and sounds of bustling life from the city streets. A waiter, after a few words with Harvey, then took them to a table with a white table cloth. The waiter was almost as tall as Harvey with messy black hair, tan skin, and dark green eyes.
As the waiter put down silver ware and menus he said, "I can normally tell where a tourist like yourself is from because the accent but you speak Greek almost perfectly. Where are you from?"
"New York," replied Harvey with a smile. "Your English isn't to bad either."
"Thank you, I have a cousin who lives in America so when I talk to her I practice my English. So, anyway, what would you and your husband like to drink?"
"Oh, we're not—that is— I mean—"
"We're not actually married," replied Harvey when Mike couldn't speak and then added, "yet."
The waiter smiled as Mike blushed again, clearly embarrassed. "So what would you like to drink?" he asked again.
"Uh, water."
"Come on Mike, be adventurous," replied Harvey. "I'll have ouzo."
"Great choice, and you?"
"I'll still have water."
The waiter laughed as he said, "Alright. I'll give you some time to order then. My name's Adonis."
"Well he was nice. I liked him."
"Something tells me he likes you too," muttered Mike.
"Jealous?"
"What! No!"
Harvey laughed as he leaned forward and said, "You're blushing again."
"Just look at the menu and order," Mike shot back though he couldn't help but smile.
It didn't take them to long to order though Adonis did have to help them a few times. Mike had to admit, even if he was a bit jealous, Adonis was extremely helpful and polite. Harvey ended up ordering paidakia which was grilled lamb chops with lemon, oregano, salt and pepper. Mike decided to get horiatiki, village salad or more commonly known in the states as Greek salad. It wasn't extremely adventurous but it was certainly different.
The meal was good and afterwards Harvey ordered rizogalo. Mike remembered seeing that on the menu and that it was some type of dessert but didn't know what it was. However, he quickly found out it was pudding, rice pudding to be exact. He would've said something about it but before he could Harvey stuck a spoon full of it into his mouth.
"How does it taste?" Harvey asked.
"Terrible. I think you just poisoned me," joked Mike as Harvey laughed. "No, it's actually not bad, pretty good."
Harvey took a bite and agreed. They finished that off and then Harvey got the bill. Mike was going to ask Harvey if they took credit cards when Harvey pulled out several banknotes and handed them to Adonis. Mike had absolutely no idea when Harvey exchanged his own money for Euros but he didn't ask and simply flowed with it.
When they left, the first think Mike asked was, "Can we look around?"
"Of course," replied Harvey.
Going from shop, to street vendor, they ended up walking the streets until about seven that night which was really about two in the morning for Harvey and Mike.
Completely tired, they finally made it back to the hotel. Mike simply flopped down on the bed, falling asleep immediately, which made Harvey chuckle. He felt like doing what Mike had just done but instead took off his shoes and put on his pajamas. He then pulled off Mike's shoes for him and brought the covers over him. Harvey then climbed into bed and almost automatically, even though he was still asleep, Mike curled around him.
Harvey smiled as he wrapped his arms around Mike and fell asleep as well.
