Regina felt as if she could pass out from exhaustion when the plane landed in Charles de Gaulle airport.

Her ears felt stuffed and she had completely lost track of time as she followed Laura through the airport. Suddenly, they got their baggage. Left the airport. Into a waiting cab. Regina gave up on keeping track of the events happening.

She didn't get much time to adjust while the cab took them away from the airport. The drive wasn't very long. Definitely not long enough to give Regina a chance to adjust.

Suddenly, the cab pulled up in front of a rather luxurious hotel called "Four Seasons" something. Regina raised an eyebrow and turned to Laura:

"Are you sure this is the right hotel?"

"Uhh…" Laura rummaged through the papers about the competition. "Yep. "Four Seasons hotel George V". Says so in the papers."

"Right then."

Regina grabbed her suitcase and followed Laura into the hotel lobby. Okay. This was not any old hotel. This was a bloody luxury hotel. The lobby was gigantic and filled with rather impressive fresh bouquets of flowers.

She left the check in to Laura and kept in the background, thoroughly amazed at what she was currently seeing. How the hell did I end up here?

"Regina? I've got the key. Are you coming?"

"Yes."

Laura's voice brought Regina out of her wonderings and she followed the younger woman up the stairs and then down a hall.

"210, 210," Laura muttered and then stopped abruptly in front of a door. "Oh, it's here. Found it."

"Wonderful. I can't wait to pass out on the bed," Regina quipped.

Laura grinned as she fumbled with the key in the lock. "Well, in a moment you shall get a chance to do just tha…."

The sentence died completely on her lips when she pushed the room door open, and Regina couldn't blame her. This was no hotel room. This was a bloody suite. Literally. A gigantic four poster canopy bed. What appeared to be a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling. An enormous flat screen television. The biggest vanity table Regina had ever seen. French doors (no pun intended) opening up to a balcony.

Regina stepped inside the room. She feared her jaw might just detach from her skull in a second. This room was enormous. Huge. Gigantic. A quick peek into the bathroom told her that the same rules applied there. It was enormous. With a bloody spa bath. Another large vanity table. Big mirrors. White towels neatly folded.

"Holy…" Laura muttered as she sat her suitcase down with a thud.

"That sounds about right." Regina agreed.

"And all because I'm attending a competition," Laura continued. "I mean, have you seen the bed?!"

"I have," Regina said and shot the canopy bed another look. "It's very…"

"Enormous?" Laura suggested. "It looks like we got the bloody honeymoon suite or something…"

Regina's eyebrows rose so high she feared they might never return to their original position.

"Relax, I was just joking," Laura half-sniggered. "But seriously, this is crazy."

"Very." Regina agreed.

"Welcome to Paris," Laura joked and laughed.

"You don't say," Regina replied and chuckled too. This was definitely crazy. And definitely very, very French.

Laura quickly whipped her phone out and chuckled again.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sending a picture of this insanity to my sister," Laura explained. "She's gonna be insanely jealous."

"That's not very nice of you."

"I don't care," Laura grinned. "This is definitely Paris, isn't it?"

"Very much so."

Laura grinned again. "I did promise to show the most sophisticated woman in the world Paris, didn't I?"

"You're off to a fine start," Regina assured.

"And I didn't even do anything. Except for sending my contribution to a competition."

Regina laughed and shook her head. This really was incredible. She felt lightheaded from travelling and the time difference was messing with her, but now she was here. In Paris. With Laura.

"Come here," Laura called. While Regina had had a moment of disbelief, the redhead had wandered out on the balcony.

Regina followed order and came out on the big balcony.

"Look," Laura said and pointed quite unnecessarily.

"There it is," Regina grinned.

"Regina Mills, I give you the Eiffel Tower," Laura said dramatically and wrapped an arm around Regina's waist.

Regina chuckled as she leaned into the touch.

"We still need to get a picture of you in front of it though," Laura said. "But this will suffice for now."

That made Regina laugh yet again, and she gave Laura a quick peck on the lips. "We'll need to get one of you too, sweetheart."

"Couple picture it is, then," Laura half-grinned. "My sister is gonna be very satisfied with me."

"Mmm," Regina answered. She could already see the smug look on Zelena's face if Regina presented her with "couple pictures" of herself and Laura.

Laura checked her watch. "You know, I better pop downstairs to the conference room and let the judges know I'm here."

"Good idea. I'll just try and stay awake while you're gone," Regina quipped. She was dizzy and exhausted from traveling. And the six hour time difference was messing with her head.

"Don't fall asleep," Laura warned. "It'll only screw up your sense of time even more. And besides," she smirked slightly. "We haven't even christened the bed yet."

"You're awful," Regina laughed. "As far as I'm concerned, you're here to participate in a competition."

"That's true, I am," Laura confirmed with a slight smirk. "But you are definitely an added bonus. The icing on the cake. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

"Okay, now you're definitely talking nonsense. Get out of here." Regina chuckled.

"Don't be asleep when I get back."

"Actually, I was thinking of washing the airport off of me while you're gone."

"Good idea. Take your time. I might want to surprise you in the shower."

"Goodbye, Laura," Regina teased as she hauled her suitcase up on the bed and opened it.

Within seconds Laura was behind her and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "I won't be long."

"I hope not," Regina joked. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

Laura grinned as she disappeared out of the door.

Regina began unpacking her suitcase. She still felt every bit stunned as she stuffed her clothes away in the enormous wardrobe. She was actually here. At this luxury hotel, smack down in the very center of Paris. The city of sophistication. The city of love.

I did not expect that when I joined the chat site. Regina shook her head slightly in pure disbelief. Her little, halfhearted chat adventurer had landed her in Paris with this amazingly kind, funny and beautiful woman. Maybe it wasn't so weird she felt a bit dizzy.

After unpacking, Regina had every intention of taking a shower, but first she found her phone to send Zelena the mandatory text to let her know that she had gotten to Paris alright.

Regina quickly checked her phone again. She would have to fix the time. Otherwise she would end up real confused real soon. Maine was six hours behind the time in Paris, but at least it wasn't very late back in Storybrooke. It was perfectly alright for her to sent Zelena a text. And most likely interrupt her dinner at Granny's, but what the hell.

Regina quickly conducted a little text to Zelena.

"I've arrived safely in Paris. Be a dear and pass the information on to Snow in case she asks."

The response came almost immediately.

"Can you see the Eiffel Tower little sis?

Regina smirked.

"I can actually. It's beautiful."

"Show me."

Regina's smirked widened as she quickly snapped a picture of the Eiffel Tower in the distance and sent it to Zelena. And within two seconds, her phone started buzzing again.

"Would it be entirely inappropriate to say that I'm green with envy?"

"Yes. Very."

"Is it a nice hotel you're staying at?"

Regina snorted a little as she typed her response. That's to put it lightly.

"Yes, it's real nice and central."

"Good. And does Laura still walk on water?"

"I'm pretty sure I've never claimed her capable of that."

"You know what I mean. Is she still "nice"?"

Regina could almost hear Zelena's sarcasm.

"Yes, she's still nice."

"Good. That's good. I've just been joined by Snow and Emma and the hook wielding wonder. All of them sends their love."

Regina chuckled. Hook wielding wonder.

"How sweet of them. Do make sure Snow checks up on the paperwork."

"Will do."

Regina decided to end the conversation there and put her phone down on the nightstand. She really needed to wash the airport off of her. She felt a bit greasy.

She headed into the ridiculously big bathroom and wiggled out of her clothes. She had quite a bit of fun with all the golden taps but decided that a bubble bath was the way to go.

Regina looked around in the bathroom while the tub filled and shook her head a little. She thought she was an expert when it came to white towels, but it turned out she was a novice. I've got nothing on this place. This bathroom was some sort of paradise when it came to white towels.

Regina turned the tab off again and climbed into the bubble bath. Okay, this wasn't half bad. In fact, it was very, very good. And we're here for seven days. Regina could barely believe her luck. I should have cursed all of us to live in Paris instead of Maine, she thought to herself and then chuckled at the absurdity.

She raised her head and looked out of the window. Paris looked like a miniature city from here. This was quite the adventure. She couldn't wait to head out and explore Paris with Laura.

And- her heart twisted a little- she couldn't wait to tell Henry about this one day. When he came home. If he comes home.

Regina shook her head firmly. No, for once she wouldn't think of Henry. She didn't want to upset herself. She was in Paris. She wanted to enjoy this.

She stretched out in the tub. Her own tub back in Storybrooke paled in comparison. She could actually stretch out in this tub and the top of her shoulders weren't exposed to the cool air.

Regina tipped her head back and closed her eyes. But she didn't get the chance to nod off before the bathroom door was opened.

"Boo," Laura grinned. "You know I wouldn't mind find this in my bathroom every day."

Regina chuckled. "Everything alright downstairs?"

"Absolutely. I even checked with them to make sure they remembered you as my plus one," Laura said.

"And did they?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good. That's good."

"You've got to come downstairs to the lobby with me. The flower decorations are exquisite!"

Regina chuckled again. "I would be happy to accompany you downstairs later."

"You better," Laura smirked and waved a bottle at Regina. "Look what I found in the mini fridge."

"You found champagne in the mini fridge?"

"Looks like it," Laura grinned. "And since the board is paying everything, I figured…"

"You figured you'd turn into a cliché and have champagne in the bath?"

"Yep. Exactly." Laura said plainly as she stripped out of her clothes. It didn't take long before she joined Regina in the bath, opened the bottle with a sharp "pop" and poured the champagne into two glasses.

"La vie est belle," she quipped as she handed Regina her glass.

"I'll drink to that," Regina said as she took a sip. Mmm. This was very good champagne. Crisp and bubbly and wonderful.

Laura scooted closer to Regina and held on to her glass with one hand while her other hand played with a strand of Regina's wet hair.

"Any special requests for your birthday tomorrow?" Regina inquired and put her glass aside to slide her wet hands up and down Laura's neck.

"You."

"You already have me," Regina chuckled.

"Okay, you and me at the Eiffel Tower then."

"That could be arranged too. But I was actually thinking a real gift," Regina said. "Like a jewelry, or…"

"No. Nu-uh." Laura said. "I have you, a bottle of champagne and a canopy bed at a luxury hotel. I don't need anything else."

"Laura…"

"A puppy," Laura teased. "Buy me a puppy and you would be the perfect woman."

"Oh, very funny. I didn't know you had a fondness for dogs."

"I love them," Laura said earnestly. "I would love to have my own sometimes."

"I see," Regina said and took another sip of her champagne. "I'm not really a dog person myself."

"And you weren't an internet girl either when I first met you," Laura quipped. "I'm sure I could change your mind about this as well."

"I don't think you could. But you could try."

Laura grinned as she set her own glass aside. Her arms wrapped around Regina's waist and pulled her closer. "How would you feel about christening the bath tub?"

"I've heard of worse ideas," Regina grinned. This vacation was gonna be wonderful.

To Be Continued…

(A/N: Is this fic getting too long? I can't seem to stop :D :D)