*Paris is even more beautiful when visited with the ones you love!
**There is smut, good old fashioned smut, so please be warned.
Leanne and Ariel had both quickly showered and changed when Ethan made mention of dinner. The food on the flight had sucked and they were both starving. They had walked arm-in-arm to a little café down the street from the hotel, some place that Ethan said came highly recommended. She and Ethan had sipped wine while Ariel enjoyed a non-alcoholic version of some very pretty drink. They ordered way too much food and spent the entire time talking about what all they wanted to do while they had Ethan to themselves for two whole days. They had ultimately agreed that the Eiffel Tower was their first stop. No doubts about that.
After dinner they had gone for a walk around the park and Leanne couldn't help the feeling of her heart swelling at the sight of Ariel laughing again, with Ethan by her side. They had stopped for dessert a little bakery and they all had a good laugh as Ariel did her best to order for them in French. The girl behind the counter was a good sport, and she had commented to Ethan about how cute his family was. He had told her that they were the cutest. That he was a lucky man. Leanne was pretty sure that she was the lucky one.
Ariel had crashed in the little bedroom on one end of their suite almost as soon as they had gotten back, and Leanne had watched with gentle eyes as Ethan had tucked her in, dropping a kiss to her head as he whispered how much he loved her against her temple. When he had shut her door behind him Leanne felt the entire atmosphere around her shift. This was the first time they'd been alone in almost four months. She could feel her body shudder with need at the simple thought. The look in Ethan's eyes told her that he must have felt the same way.
"I've missed you." He whispered against her lips as he backed her toward the bed. He hadn't wasted anytime at all in making his way across the small living room area, backing her into the bedroom with a low growl as he shut and locked the bedroom door behind them.
"I've missed you more." She whispered back, her hands going to shove his leather jacket from his shoulders. She pulled his head down for another kiss as his fingers gripped the hem of her t-shirt, tugging gently. "So much."
She whimpered when he pulled back from her, his hands lifting her t-shirt over her head with a moan. He reached down and pulled his shirt off too. Saving her the trouble of having to do it later she guessed. Then his hands were on her again, running along her bare stomach and up to her breasts. He stopped when he got to her bra, his hand pushing the material aside as his lips crashed against hers once more.
She let out a moan as his thumb brushed across her nipple, and when she felt his hand run up her back, his fingers undoing her bra-strap in one quick motion, she felt her body shiver. Reaching forward, she let her fingers fall against his belt buckle, undoing it the best she could before pushing it aside. His fingers trailed down her stomach then, stopping just above the waistband of her jeans.
"Ethan…" She whimpered against his lips, and he wasted no time at all in undoing the button and zipper of her pants, pushing them down to the floor with another growl. His pants followed before Leanne even knew what was happening.
"So fucking beautiful." He whispered, his lips falling against the exposed skin of her neck as he ran his fingers along the band of her panties. She bucked against him when he brushed his fingers along her core. She had never wanted anything so badly in her entire life.
Shaking her head, she leaned back, giving him better access, and when he lowered her onto the bed, his hands pushing her underwear to the ground, she closed her eyes tight. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe that she was about to make love to Ethan, in a hotel room, in Paris. This was the kind of thing dreams were made of.
"I love you." He whispered against the skin of her chest, his lips continuing their way downward, stopping to swirl his tongue around one nipple, then the next. She gripped the sheets tight in her hand, her eyes remaining closed as he continued his way downward. But he stopped, just above the spot where she needed him most, and she let out a whimper.
"Ethan…" And then he was above her and somehow he had lost his boxers and his hands were on her waist as he slid into her slowly. She let out a gasp at the contact, but when he slowed his movements to allow her to adjust she chanced at opening her eyes once more. The sight above her made her cry.
Ethan was crying. His head was bowed and his hands were still against her hips and he was crying. Reaching up, she grabbed his cheeks gently with her hands, pulling him down so that she could kiss him. Running her tongue along his lips she silently pleaded with him not to stop. And he didn't. He picked up his pace, his tongue tangling with hers as one hand went to her hair and the other went to the bed, giving himself some leverage.
When they both came together a few minutes later Leanne noted that Ethan wasn't the only one crying. She let out a soft sob and closed her eyes as his head fell to her shoulder, his lips pressing a soft kiss against the sweat soaked skin. "Marry me?"
Her eyes flew open at his words. What in the hell had he just said?
"Ethan…?" She whispered her question, her fingers reaching out to tug his head upward, their eyes connecting for the first time in a while. The passion she saw behind his eyes, the love, it was almost enough for her to say 'yes' right then and there.
"Marry me?" He asked again, so surely she wasn't losing her mind. But what in the world made him think that now was an appropriate time for such a question. If there ever would be a time for such a question between them.
"I…" She didn't know what to say. She was completely and utterly speechless.
"We could do it now. Here." He gestured toward the window, a view of the Eiffel Tower before them, and Leanne felt her heart seize up in her chest.
"But…" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This man was downright ridiculous.
"I don't have a ring." He whispered, his head falling forward so that he could press kisses against her collar bones. "But I do back home. In LA."
"A… you have a…" Her mind was starting to hurt from all this information. Exactly how long had this man been planning this? "A ring?"
"It was my mom's." He ran his hand down her bare left arm, stopping when he got to her hand, his fingers entwining with hers as he pulled it up to his lips.
She choked back a sob, her eyes squeezing closed at the thought. What the hell is happening here?
"I…" She felt horrible that she couldn't give him an answer. But then again, she believed that he had to know that she wouldn't.
"It's okay." He whispered against her hand, pressing a kiss against her arm as he pulled from within her. She was worried he was going to leave, but instead, he dropped her arm softly, his head falling back to her neck where he started a trail of kisses. "It's okay if you can't say 'yes'." He whispered above her belly button.
"Ethan… I…" She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair as he placed a kiss against her curls. She let out a moan as he slid a finger inside her. "I…" And then his tongue was against her folds and she slammed her head back against the pillow with a low moan. Goddammit this man was going to be the death of her.
He took his sweet and precious time teasing her, bringing her to the edge and then back down again, before he finally pulled away from her, kissing his way back up her stomach. And when he slid into her once more she saw stars, her hands tangling tightly in his hair as he nipped and sucked at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. They both came together a few minutes later and Leanne silently applauded them both on being so coordinated. She knew that this was not likely to happen again, and certainly not twice in one night.
Ethan dropped his head to her chest with a huff as he came down from his high, his ear landing just above her heart. They laid there for a little while, quiet and still, both trying to catch their breath. Both from the love making, and from his very impromptu proposal. He pressed a kiss against her skin after a few minutes before pulling back and eyeing her softly.
"I love you." He whispered, his fingers tracing along the curve of her jawline. His eyes sparkled in the moonlit room and Leanne thought she had surely never seen a more beautiful sight.
"I love you too." She whispered back, her fingers reaching up to run through his hair slowly. She could most certainly get used to this again.
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