His nose was pressed to the side of her neck as he laid on top of her, breathing heavy. The scent of her coco butter lotion was a little stronger because of all the sweating. Nicholas pulled his head away a little and looked at her skin, watching it rise with her heartbeat. He pushed his lips against it with a firm but at the same time soft kiss.

He didn't want to separate from her for fear that it all would be potentially over for them.

She bucked her hips against him, hoping to saver her ecstasy high a bit longer but it had mostly all faded away. Miley slowly opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling as Nicholas continued to kiss her and lick at bits of her skin.

She wonder to herself why she was so caught up with Logan, when there was someone better out there. Someone like Nicholas... Attractive, caring, understanding, more handsome and treated her better, pleasing her and not only himself. He was just over all a better guy.

This is the part where people either talk or fell asleep. He didn't want to go to sleep yet and talking wasn't an option. So he just kissed her. Enjoying the taste of her, salty but sweet. He moved his mouth down to her shoulder and stopped to rest there.

She didn't want to go to sleep either, she wanted as much of him as she could get, she wanted to feel that freedom he gave her. Except that she was afraid of what he might think of her then- some sex addict parading her body around in tight dresses wearing no underwear, to lure in men, which wasn't the case.

While Miley ran her hands from his spine and down around his rib and back up, Nicholas pulled his upper half of his body up to look at her. In her eyes, he saw something. It was subtle begging, it almost looked like she was sad. And then he knew she wanted more. He leaned down and kissed her once again, wiggling his tongue between their lips and into her mouth as he rubbed his hands on her hip bones.

She felt him pull himself out of her and his lips left hers a moment after and he started kissing his way down her until he reached a few inches below her belly button and started to suck on the skin and pushing his tongue down on it firmly. His hand rubbed her thigh that was next to him and slowly he started moving his head lower. Miley's breath started making her chest jump again.

After spending a few moment down there, making her scream multiple times he made his way back up, thinking once again that it was now all over, but Miley surprised him by rolling him over and binning him down to the bed this time.

He watched her as she was up on her knees, straddling his lower part of his stomach. He watched her admirer his features; looking at the freckles on his face, his well structure broad shoulders and firm chest. He watched her eyes trailing down to his indented skin that outlined his abdominal muscles and felt her finger trace them slowly and continue to trail downward, stopping at his belly button. She gently glided her finger over the sweat and thin line of hairs that made a path out of the hole and downward. Miley moved her finger back and forth, across the skin on the under his belly button. It was a big turn on for Nicholas.

He sat up and slipped his hands into her hair and started kissing her hungrily for a second time. She was sitting just in between his separated legs, her legs pointed behind him toward the head of the bed. As she started moving her hips up against his body, he moved his hands down to grip her butt for support, her hands resting on his shoulders, while they still kissed each other.

It was like he gave her a breath of fresh air each time their bodies clashed and she was addicted to it.

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Looking at the side of her face while he laid on top of her once again. He didn't want to but he closed his eyes and rolled off her and onto his back, separating their bodies but he kept his face toward hers.

Her body was warm with him on top of her but now that he was off, a chill started to creep along her skin causing her to retreat under the covers and Nicholas followed.

But after a moment, he left the covers as he remembered the candles needed to be blown out. Taking care of each one around the room, gradually making it darken.

Miley couldn't help but watch his perfectly formed, nicely toned body, move around the room, crack open a window and then come back over to the bedside he previously left and crawl back in beside her.

They watched each other's eyes for a while. It was quiet, just the small sound of crickets outside the window filled room but either of them noticed.

The moonlight once again lit up her skin. It was so hard for him not to look at her.

Her eyelids began to get heavy and Nicholas noticed too. She didn't want to go to sleep like this. Maybe he would get up and leave her? She didn't want him to go yet.

Miley moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his left one, hugging it to her body and leaned up to kiss his jaw line next to his chin. And then laid her body down again, placing her head on the pillow next to his shoulder. Her cheek slightly touching his skin a little, her face pointed up at his and her eyes finally slid closed.

He felt her grip around his arm loosen as she fell asleep. Looking even more beautiful now than when she was awake. To him she looked as precious as a child did when they were sleeping.

"Fais de beaux rêves," (Sweet dreams) he whispered into the air at her forehead and then kissed her skin once again.

Nicholas wasn't sure if he should go or not. If she wanted him to go, she wouldn't have snuggled up to him like he was her over-sized teddy bear, right?

He laid there as still as he could so he wouldn't disturb her. He slept hour just watching her beauty glow in front of his eyes. But as it started to get later into the early morning hours, he felt his eyes begin to burn, begging for rest from the long day. He would blink hard a few times and rub his eyes with his free hand and it would be fine for a few moments just to start up again. Nicholas tried his hardest to stay awake as long as he could but before he knew it his eyelids came falling down and he fell asleep with Miley's nude body touching his side. Never has he had a greater day, sharing the afternoon, evening and now a bed with a very beautiful woman. He was sleeping with a smile on his face.

When Miley arose from her quiet slumber, she stirred a little in the sheets, stretching her body a little but only to feel her toes run down a firm manly leg. She froze and opened her eyes to see Nicholas there, yesterday came flooding back to her like quick rapids and a smile sped across her face. She ran her left leg up and down his, bending up her knee and then straightening it back down again.

Even with her movements, he didn't wake up. He was still in a deep sleep from him staying up so late.

She ran her hand slowly up from his hip, over to his abs and up his chest. When she got to the top of his chest, she raised her pointer finger up and placed it upon his bottom lip, gliding it across it from side to side. Then she ran her finger downward, pulling his lip slightly with her but it soon bounces back up into place. She giggled quietly as she continued to play with his lip and it had no effect on his sleep, he didn't wake up.

Although when he finally groaned and started moving, she froze and brought her hand back away from him. She watched him wiggle his back a little more into the bed and relax again, never once opening an eye. Miley gently placed her hand on his chest and watched her hand rise and fall with his breath. Then her eyes traveled up to his face, and somehow, he looked so majestic. All his features worked well with each other, the finest painters on earth couldn't have done a masterpiece like the one that was in front of her eyes, laying beside her in bed, right now.

After about a half an hour, she felt rumbling waves of hunger in her stomach and slowly got up, trying to minimize the moment she was making. When she got off the bed she went over to her purse and grabbed her translation book and got everything in order to call for breakfast. Roughly twenty minutes after she placed her order for the two of them there was a knock at the door. She made sure Nicholas was covered and she had a robe on. But when she opened the door, it wasn't the food delivery guy who was standing there... it was Logan.

Once he saw her, he started speaking. "Miley, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ever doing wrong to you... I want you back. Please have me back."

She could see how desperate he was, it was all in his eyes. It didn't look good on him but wasn't this what she wanted, just yesterday? For him to come crawling back, begging for her to forgive him. She couldn't say anything, so many thought swam around inside her head; she didn't know what to say, she just looked at him, blinking every now and then.

"I know that guy wasn't really your boyfriend and that he was only there to make me jealous... And it worked. I hated seeing you with someone else. I want you to be mine and only mine. And to be happy with me... Come back home with me today."

She just looked at him, absorbing all his rambling. She felt his hands cover her ears and pull her in for a kiss, the oh-so familiar kiss of his now upon her lips. Her heart squeezed inside her chest when he pulled away and they locked eyes.

He smiled a little at the fact she didn't pull away or try to stop it. "Come home with me. I'll give you time to pack up and then we can meet up at the airport alright?" He watched her, waiting for a response.

Obviously he had dumped the girl he was with last night.

Miley closed her eyes, his hands still over her ears, fingers in her hair. She nodded at him.

His smile got wider. "Great! I'll see you at the airport in a little over an hour okay?" She nodded again and he leaned in once more and kissed her. "I missed you," he whispered between their lips.

"Missed you too," she mumbled.

He was oblivious to the saddened look in her eyes; he was never good at noticing things like that. He just assumed that she was happy to be with a "wonder" and "good-looking" guy like him. "Cant wait," he smiled at her and quickly slipped away.

Miley stepped back and slowly shut the door, then she looked over at the bed and saw Nicholas sitting straight up in bed, looking right at her. Her gazes fell to the floor.

She hated that, when Logan was around, he had a power over her. It was like he would hypnotize her into doing anything he wanted, even if it was something that would cause her harm. Going back to him would cause harm for her heart. But there she was, telling him she would meet him at the airport.

Miley walked over to the clothing chest at the foot of the bed and sat down. Putting her elbows on top of her thighs and her face in her hands, her hair fell around them.

Why did she always do this to herself?

He had heard most of it, some things were lost in translation, but body language was something he understood well and unlike Logan, he had seen the sadness in her eyes. Nicholas moved down to the end of the bed and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back on the bed with him and onto his lap. Miley kept her hands over her face and he pulled them away to find tears spilling from her eyes. His eyes reflected the same sadness that was in hers. He leaned down to kiss her but she made herself pull away and he just watch her start packing up her stuff. He knew what she had decided and left her be. Nicholas started to collect his belonging and get dressed.

Miley walked into the bathroom and shut the door to take a shower. When she came back out, Nicholas wasn't there. She had felt a twinge of pain in her chest but brushed it off and grabbed her suit cases and left.

Sitting in the airport with Logan next to her, Miley was watching a soap opera on the TV. For a moment she took her eyes off the screen and looked at Logan who was watching another girl who was bent over. She shook her head and looked back at the screen.

In the scene, there were a couple and the girl looked at the guy and spoke, "Je tiens à tomber amoureux vous." Miley recognized them as the same words Nicholas said to her the night before, but now there were subtitles so she could understand.

Her eyes grew big as she read the words out loud in a low tone, "I want to fall in love with you..." She was shocked.

He turned his head but kept his eyes on the girl. "Did you say something?" He finally looked at her.

"What?" She had forgotten he was there, actually. "Oh. No. No I didn't." Then she looked back at the screen and remember how sincere Nicholas had been about everything, and the way he mad her feel - which was a lot better than how she felt right now next to Logan with his arm around her shoulders, looking at another girl. "Actually, I did say something." She stood up and faced him. "I'm not going back with you. I don't want to be with an ungrateful-... THING, like you. Have a happy life Logan." She smiled at herself and grabbed her bags and bolted before he could stop her. He wasn't going to have any control over her anymore.

Nicholas was still in the tux, and it was noticeable that he just tossed it on - with the shirt half tucked in and the bow tie just hanging around his neck. He was sitting on the bench they had sat on yesterday, just watching as the minutes passed by. Watching people come and go up and down the street. He looked at the flower stand where Miley had gotten the white rose, and the rest of the events from yesterday ran through his mind. How he felt when he first saw her on his arm, and how he felt at the diner on the yacht while he danced with her and what he felt inside while those hours in her the bed with her were ticking by.

Nicholas felt something grow in his chest, like a black hole, the more he though about never seeing her again.

Miley had no idea where he could be, so she just guessed and ran to where the flower stand was and where the bench was, where they first met. And sure enough, when she rounded that corner of the street, she saw him sitting there with his head hanging low, looking down at the ground. She stopped and smiled for a moment, then started running as fast as she could toward him while carrying her bags and dodging people. "Nicholas," she called out.

He whipped his head in the direction of which he heard his name. He loved that voice saying his name ever since she said in their intimate moments. His eyes scanned the crowd and saw her jumping around to see him. He quickly stood up, a wide smile plastered to his face. He didn't take his eyes off her. Her reddish brown hair swaying behind her as she moved toward him.

Her long legs enabled her to move better. And when she passed the crowd and stood mere feet from him, she dropped her bags and her arms lunged for him, to hold him close. "I'm sorry." She felt his hands on her back, holding onto her too.

She pushed her body back a little, she could see him smiling inside and out, on his face and in his eyes. She smiled too and tried her best to say, "Je tiens à tomber amoureux vous." Then she felt his lips pressed down upon hers in a caring passionate kiss.

"Je tiens à tomber amoureux vous," he said to her once again. His hands at her waist, holding her hips close to his body.

Then gestured for her to stay and he quickly let go over her and jogged over to the flower stand and bought her a bouquet of white roses. He walked them back over to her, holding them out for her to take them and she did. He watched her smell them while smiled up at him.

"Merci"(Thank you), she said sweetly.

Finally, she had gotten flowers with a special meaning behind them, the meaning she had wanted. A guy getting his special girl flower to show her he cares.

The end.

Character follow up;
They learned each others language, and Miley is staying with him in Paris(her favorite city). She send letters to home, along with pictures of Nicholas and her. They are a happy couple, never has Miley felt so much love in her life from one single person. Everyday she knows that he feels lucky to have her in his life, and she feels the same about him.
And for the Logan follow up - he was snorkeling and got eaten by a shark - who really gives a crap about Logan? xD

***I hope you liked it. Yeah its the last one:[. No more french Nicholas D':
Let's all cry together. *cries with you* Im gonna miss him!
Maybe one day I'll gather up enough ideas and write a book about him ;]
Review please?