More fluffiness XD

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It was simply stunning. Golden lighting lit up the intricate iron structure, the grounds around it full of couples and groups of people walking past, people still ascending the Eiffel Tower, which seemed to be open much later than she was expecting. It encapsulated every childish romantic image Faye could conjure up. It was also March, so even in France it was bloody freezing. She had her jacket wrapped as tightly as she could around her, her shoes in hand as she'd stumbled one too many times for her liking. Sherlock had been kind enough to lend her his socks so she wasn't walking barefoot, which was both kind and strange of him. He'd been acting a bit strange since they'd left the banquet, if she thought about it. He'd called a taxi and helped in her, leaning forward and talking in French to the driver, watching her the entire time he was speaking the foreign language. The taxi had dropped them off at the beautiful gardens just on the outside of the famous tower and they'd been walking around it for the last half hour, barely speaking.

"Is this to your satisfaction?" He asked suddenly and she almost jumped at the sudden conversation starter.

"Is it supposed to be?" She replied and he nodded.

"You said you'd wanted to come to Paris. We're leaving tomorrow morning but I thought you'd enjoy this." She smiled and he watched her closely. There it was again, the slight tugging at her lips that signalled how happy she actually was.

"So we came here because you thought I'd like it?" She asked, "No other reason?" He shook his head.

"None at all." She beamed, linking her free hand with his. He didn't let her go, but didn't really hold on either. Her smile faltered slightly so he linked his fingers through hers and it came back.

"Then yes, it is." She stated, "Thank you, it's very kind of you." She paused slightly, "Strangely kind, actually. What are you up to?"

"I just wanted to thank you for coming to Paris for me." He explained, "I know I didn't give you much of a choice, but you didn't complain about it." She shrugged, swinging her shoes happily at her side.

"I know how demanding you are." She retorted, "I can handle random trips to Paris. It's really not that much of a hardship." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at him, frowning in concern, "When's the last time you got some sleep?" she asked suddenly. He shrugged and she rolled her eyes, "Right, back to the hotel. You need to get some rest. I'm not having a cranky Sherlock Holmes on my hands. John'll never forgive me if I bring you back in that state." Oh yes, John.

"The hotel has a bar." He stated out of nowhere, "I was going to take you there." She didn't let go of his hand until they reached the street, flagging down a vacant taxi. Sherlock told him the address, she really should brush up on her French, and they were off.

"I can go on my own." She reassured him, "Get some sleep, and you can make it up to me when we get back home. You can help me dye my hair again."

"You want to change it again?" he asked, surprised and she nodded, twisting a strand around her finger to look at it.

"I think so." She replied, "What do you think?"

"I think you look fine just the way you are." He remarked, "Dying your hair isn't going to solve whatever it is in your head that;s making you want to change." He watched her face fall sadly and he straightened slightly, that was not how his experiment was supposed to go, "But if it is what will make you happy, then I'd be happy to help." Ah, there was the smile again. Good. He was going to have to keep it there.

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He stepped into the hotel bar, eyes immediately finding her as he scanned across the holiday goers. She was on the dance floor, glass in hand as she danced in a group of men and women, all from Britain if he'd concluded correctly. She could really blend in when she wanted to. She was sandwiched between two men, laughing happily as she danced along to the music blaring across the music system. One man reached out to pull her against him, but even though she batted him away she didn't leave the group. He wove between the other drunk people, slinking up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. He felt her jump and she spun, obviously surprised to see him there before grinning madly, it reaching her eyes. He frowned in confusion as the song ended, even just appearing seemed to make her that bit brighter. She'd seemed content from the other side of the room, but seeing her trying to coax him into dancing with her just highlighted how much she wasn't.

Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips
She's got deep brown eyes
That've seen it all

He wanted to see how far it went. He slowly moved with her to the song, reaching down and pulling her up firmly against him like the other man had tried to do. She didn't bat him away, rather reached out and laced her fingers with his as she sung along with the song. As the song progressed, she seemed to realise that he hadn't let her go. She bit her bottom lip as her gaze never left his and he searched hers, trying to work out how to make her smile again.

On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light

He moved his grip on her hand, twisting his long fingers until they wrapped around her wrist, pressing two against the artery there. He watched her as her breath seemed to catch in her throat, realising what he was doing and he let go of her waist to tilt her head up. He'd been keeping a close watch on her pupils and her pulse increased each time they brushed against each other. Her hand timidly grabbed his other wrist, doing the same and she swallowed deeply, turning from watching her fingers to look back at him. He laced his fingers with hers on one hand, wrapped his arm back around her waist and leant down, brushing his lips against hers briefly. She followed him as he straightened up, standing onto the tip of her toes and kissing him back, her lips tentatively moving against his own. He felt the corners of her lips tug upwards into a smile as he responded, so he brushed his tongue against her bottom lip and his hands moved to cup her face.

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again
You've got heart and you go in your own way