Thanks for all the reviews for the first drabble; I'm so pleased you liked it! This one is total and utter fluff. Enjoy! =D
The open window let in a refreshing breeze as they gazed across to the city. The bright lights in the distance blurred to colourful glows, illuminating the Eiffel Tower in front – their own spectacular Christmas tree. He pressed a kiss to the base of her throat and she squeezed the arms encircling her.
The ancient radio in the corner of the room crackled out the beginning of another song and he stepped back from her, raising his arms questioningly. Answering with a chaste kiss to his cheek, she slipped one hand into his, placed the other on his shoulder and rested her head against his chest. He snaked his arms around her back, his fingers slipping beneath the silk straps of her dress to caress the soft skin beneath, and they danced in the lights of the city beyond, the final and first stop on their Grant Tour.
Merry Christmas!
P.S. As a special gift, I've been working on the next chapter of Dancing Queen for the last couple of days. Will have it up before New Year's Day ;)
Up next: Malcolm.