A/N: some of you (or none of you, depending on how right I am) may have been wondering why my updates are so far in between, well there doesn't seem to be anyone reading this (no reviews since the first chapter) so I feel no obligation to hurry; there are so many things one could comment on: whether or not the characters were in-character, any typos or grammar mistakes you spotted, which sin you think the chapter is covering, stuff like that. But that's just me, I just work faster when I know there are people waiting for it
Paris, the city of love. Lucky for John it was also a city of fashion.
Two birds one stone.
Even luckier for John Mari was having her special days so when she had asked him to come to Paris with her for the job he hadn't said no.
They were standing by the window of their hotel room, arm in arm. "I want something like that for my loft, too", Mari said, out of the blue.
"What, track blinds?", John raised an eyebrow.
"The Eiffel Tower", she replied. John chuckled and leaned closer to her ear.
"J'ai une Tour Eiffel dans mes pantalons", he whispered.
Mari opened her mouth as if to say something but only ended up smiling suggestively.
"As much as I love the sight of Paris… why don't we close those blinds for a while and get more into the… spirit of things", John suggested.
"Let me just slip into something more comfortable", she let go of him and made an effort to walk slowly, so he could admire her a little from behind.
When she was out of sight he turned around again to close the blinds, throwing one last glance at the little piano shop across the street.
I don't need to play the piano to get my woman.
As he set up the music and hung a "Prière de ne pas déranger" sign on the door he smiled about the fact that she knew how to play him. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
The door opened again and licking his lips John had his last rational thought:
How could she refer to what she is wearing as comfortable?