A/N: OK SO I'M SORRY YET AGAIN THIS TOOK SO LONG. I got so side-tracked by starting the new semester and Swan Queen Week and everything so yeah I'M JUST REALLY SORRY. You know in one of the notes a few chapters back I said how my workload would calm down? I was SO WRONG. This semester ends on May 8th and then I'm off for a few months, but until then… Pray For Jess.

I've been to Paris, but it was 2005 and I was 9 years old, so please bear that in mind if I get any details wrong :') I've been to Disneyland Paris multiple times though, maybe I should have sent them to the Disneyland Paris Fashion Week instead ;) Fun fact: My fear of heights is so bad I started hysterically crying on the 1st floor of the Eiffel Tower and refused to go any higher. I was a fun child.

I'm such a cynical old grandma that writing constant fluff is really challenging for me hahaha, it's a good learning curve though!

I really hope you guys are enjoying this. I'm sort of only writing it as long as people are enjoying it, so fingers crossed! :)

The plane landed at a little after 9am Paris time, and by 11am they had arrived at their hotel. It was even grander than Emma had been expecting; all marble staircases and concierge in stiff hats. Regina walked into the building pulling her bag as though it was made of air, though Emma had lifted it into the car and knew it probably weighed more than Regina. The man behind reception, who sneered a little when he saw Emma, gave the pair a single key card and directed a concierge to direct them to their room.

"Room? Singular? How presumptuous." Emma noted, and Regina turned to look at her, panic barely showing on her face.

"Well, I just thought…"

Emma laughed, "Ok, maybe I should stop making jokes like that."

Regina gave Emma a look as she entered the key card into the slot, and Emma gasped as she walked into the room.

"You're kidding, right? This isn't a room!" She exclaimed as she entered the living area, with 2 sofas, a flatscreen tv, and a glass dining table. Off the room was a full kitchen, and a bathroom with marble tiles and a walk in shower.

Emma had to hunt for a moment to find the bedroom as Regina paid the concierge and bought their bags into the room, but she soon found it in another room off the living area. The bed was, naturally, a four poster, with a stand-alone bath positioned parallel to it and glass doors leading to a balcony.

"Regina, how much did this cost?!" Emma asked as she took in the room.

"More than enough, believe me."

"I'm guessing the magazine pays."

"They like us to be comfortable," Regina smirked.

"Comfortable? This is bigger than my apartment!" Emma fiddled with the glass door for a moment before it opened, and she stepped out onto the balcony to look onto the busy street below.

Behind her, Regina kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the pristinely made bed, picking up a menu from the nightstand and glancing at it. After a few moments, Emma re-entered the room and walked around the bed to the opposite side, lying on one arm facing Regina.

"Shoes off the bed." Regina muttered half-heartedly, and Emma laughed.

"You've been my girlfriend for five minutes and you're already trying to change me." Emma pouted jokily, leaning over to kiss Regina in a spot behind her ear.

"I hardly think basic hygiene is an outlandish request."

Emma sighed as she shuffled to the end of the bed and undid her boots. "So, what are we doing now?"

"Well, we could order some room service for lunch before we go out?"

"Sounds good." Emma lay back down in bed, and patted the empty space next to her. "Come and lie down."

Regina turned to her and kissed her briefly on the lips. "We need to unpack."

"Unpacking can wait a few minutes," Regina laughed as Emma put hands around her waist and pulled her back so she was lying on the bed. Regina tucked a section of hair behind Emma's ear and leaned in for an extended kiss.

"Now who's trying to change who?" Regina whispered as she pulled away briefly from Emma's lips.

The two ordered room service and ate lunch in the dining area. When they were finished and a begrudged Emma unpacked, they headed off into the city.

"So where would you like to go first, dear?" Regina asked as they walked briskly to keep warm.

"The Eiffel tower? Is that tacky?"

"If you want the tower, then the tower you shall get."

The queue to even enter the ground floor of the tower was giant, and the two women entertained themselves by people-watching and commenting on what they saw. Neither had ever been one for public displays of affection, but caught up in the moment, both had initiated kisses, just short enough so as not to elicit looks from their fellow queue-ers.

The elevator they eventually entered was busy, and even busier so as they moved between the first and second floors. Emma and Regina were pushed towards the glass, and Emma tried to steady her thoughts as she saw them climb.

"Are you scared of heights, Emma?"

"Nope, not scared. I have a… natural awareness when I'm climbing something this tall."

"It's fine dear, come on, we're nearly there."

The elevator stopped at the second floor, and Regina put a hand on Emma's back to guide the apprehensive woman out. Emma refused to look to either side of her, instead focusing on her feet on the ground beneath her. Regina led her to a second elevator, which they would have to use to get to the top.

"Oh god," Emma whispered to herself as they stepped into this elevator, and she looked out of the glass around them. While the first ride had been accompanied by people walking up the stairs waving and smiling, this ride was surrounded only by metal bars and the city far, far beneath them. The elevator began to move upwards, somehow busier than the first one, and Regina was stood barely an inch to the side of her, staring out at the landscape.

Emma lowered her forehead onto Regina's shoulder and closed her eyes, and Regina put a comforting hand on her back. An elderly woman smiled at Emma, and though she was most likely just being polite, Regina shot her a venomous look on Emma's behalf.

When the elevator eventually ground to a halt, the others pushed and shoved their ways towards the windows to look outside. Emma, merely glad to be inside, took her time steadying her legs before she moved, and Regina smiled at her encouragingly.

"Do you want to go outside?"

"Just… give me a second," Emma responded, as she walked slowly towards a nearby window.

Emma looked out over the skyline of Paris and took in a few deep breaths, while Regina hovered at her shoulder. Emma could sense her nerves, and so turned to give her a reassuring smile, which Regina returned.

Emma's legs shook as she walked up the short flight of stairs that led outside, Regina again standing just behind her with a protective hand on her back. When she reached the top, she waited for Regina before walking up to the caged edge.

Even Emma had to admit the view was astounding, and almost certainly worth the nausea it gave her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Regina asked redundantly, as Emma got braver and looked further down.

"It sure is," Emma responded, as Regina fumbled in her bad to retrieve the camera to take photos. She took a few of the scenery, and one of Emma smiling down at the city.

"So," Emma turned as Regina put her camera away, "Are you going to kiss me? At the top of the Eiffel tower?"

"It would almost be rude not to," Regina responded with a smirk, as Emma wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. They stood frozen for a few moments, a short kiss before glancing into each other's eyes.

"Where now?" Emma asked as she eventually backed away.

"Do you want to see the love lock bridge? It's not far."

"Lead the way."

By the time they reached the Ponts De Arts, Emma had been moaning about her feet for about 15 minutes. Even Regina had to admit that the walk was longer than she remembered, though she'd never say so out loud.

Emma and Regina leaned over the top bar of the bridge to look out onto the Seine, and Regina took a moment to look down at the padlocks covered in scrawls attached to the railings.

"How many of these people do you think are still together?"

"Don't be so pessimistic!"

"Let's be realistic, Emma."

"I know it's unrealistic, but now I hope they are all still together."

"Just to spite me?"

"Yep."

"How predictable." Regina leaned back from over the river with a smirk on her face, and, unusually timid, put a gloved hand into Emma's. Emma smiled to herself as they began to continue their walk along the bridge.

"So, where are we headed?

"Where would you like to go?"

"I don't know; everything is so damn far away in this place."

"Well, we're close to Notre Dame cathedral. How about there?"

"When you say close, is this Eiffel Tower close? Because I swear to god, I will start to hate both of us if you make me walk all that way."

"You could never hate me, dear."

The two continued to tease each other, walking hand in hand, and before Emma had even the chance to properly look at her surroundings they had arrived outside Notre Dame.

"Wow." Emma whispered as they stopped on the pavement to look at the gothic building in front of them.

"It's breath-taking, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's.. not bad." Emma responded, and Regina laughed. "Hey, do you want me to take a photo of you?

"Do you not want to be in it?"

"Sure. I just don't want to have to ask somebody."

Regina took the camera from Emma's other hand with a smirk and walked up to a middle-aged couple that had been walking towards the bridge. Regina, of course, spoke perfect French, and was soon giving the camera to the woman and guiding Emma back to stand in front of one of the large archways on the side of the building.

Both women spent a moment looking at each other awkwardly deciding how to stand, before Emma pulled Regina in and placed a hand around her waist. Regina smiled slightly, and pressed her side into Emma, her head tilted a little towards her shoulder. The woman took the photo and handed the camera back to Regina, muttering something which Emma was sure translated to "beautiful".

"Shall we go inside?" Emma asked Regina as she put the camera back into her bag and went to take her hand.

"Of course."

Emma took a few moments to admire the scenery of the surroundings as they walked leisurely towards the door, taking a brief moment to smile at her hand in Regina's before spotting a camera out of the corner of her eye.

"We have company," Emma pointed with the hand encased in Regina's, and the brunette sighed.

"They always wait at locations like this in the lead up to Fashion Week. I suppose we're just predictable."

"I'll have to start making an effort with how I look if I'm going to go out with you," Emma huffed as she assessed the crumpled jersey and scuffed boots she was wearing.

"You look gorgeous dear, as always. Let's just go inside."

Emma and Regina toured the cathedral mostly in silence, both staring up at the architecture and detail in their surroundings in wide-eyed awe.

When they reached their restaurant for dinner, both were still thinking about it.

"I've just never been somewhere like it. I mean, I grew up in the city. You don't get things like that in the city."

"You certainly don't."

"I've had such a good time today," Emma noted as she took a sip from her glass.

Regina smiled. "I'm glad, dear."

"Seriously. The best."

The brunette almost smiled wider, biting a little on the insides of her cheeks so as not to grin like a clown. "Good. So, the shows start tomorrow. Have you decided what you'd like to do yet?"

Emma pondered for a split second. "I want to come with you to whatever you do."

"Really? I'm afraid you might find it very boring."

"I know. But I want to."

A/N: There's a reason I stopped this here. I won't say why. (ok ok I will. spoiler: hotel sex.)