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A/N: Here's the 3rd chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. Okay. I decided to go back a bit and let y'all in on what Flack planned for their honeymoon! This gem of a chapter came to mind while I was eating lunch! As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D

Chapter 3.

Meanwhile…Part 1

Flack and Lindsay hurried their way through the birdseed being thrown at them. They waived at all the well wishes being yelled at them. Once at the limo, they laughed as they shook the birdseed out of their hair and clothes.

Flack reached for the bottle of Austi Champagne and poured them both a glass. "So, Mrs. Flack. Are you ready for the honeymoon?"

Lindsay looked at him, with desire smoldering in her eyes. "Yeah. But the question is…Are you?"

Flack felt his body react at the obvious lust in her voice. He groaned in his head at the thought of the long plane ride ahead. "More than ready."

Lindsay winked at him. "So…are you going to tell me where we are going now?"

Flack grinned evilly. "Not until we get to the airport. I've had fun planning this. You do have your passport, right?"

"Aw. Come on. Can I get a hint at least? Please. Please. Please?"

Flack chuckled at the whining voice she was using. "Good things come to those that wait."

Lindsay sighed dramatically. If you only knew. I wonder if I should wet his appetite. "Of course, darling. Just like don't you wonder what I'm wearing under my travel clothes?"

Flack groaned out loud this time. She's going to be the death of me. But what a way to go! "Are you trying to kill me?"

Lindsay responded cheekily, "What a way to go!"

It was almost three a.m. when the limo pulled to a stop in front of JFK International Airport. They had stopped at their apartment and gotten their things and then stopped for breakfast. The limo driver got out and opened the door for them. Flack got out first and extended his hand to help Lindsay out. The limo driver retrieved their luggage and followed them into the airport.

Once through the airport security, the made their way to the international departure gate. Lindsay looked at Flack. "Don. Am I going to find out now?"

"Nope. But we do have a few hours until the plane leaves, so why don't you try to catch some sleep? I know you've been up longer than I have."

"You're so good to me." Lindsay laid her head on his shoulder and was soon fast asleep.

About seven a.m. Flack decided to wake Lindsay up. "Linds. Time to wake up." He softly touched her cheek and she slowly began to wake up.

"What time is it?"

"Almost time for the plane to board."

"Kay. I'm awake. Really." Lindsay yawned after she said that.

Flack looked down at her. She's so adorable when she's sleepy.

Just then, the airport announcer called for boarding for the Air France flight direct to Charles De Gualle International Airport in Paris. Lindsay looked at Flack in surprise. "We're going to Paris? We're going to Paris! Oh…I'm speechless."

Flack smiled as he looked into her shining eyes. "Was it worth the wait?"

Lindsay's only response was a kiss that curled his toes. She said nothing else as they made their way onto the plane.

Seven hours later, the plane touched down in Paris. Both Lindsay and Flack were refreshed and more than ready to make their way to the hotel. Flack was thinking about how Lindsay has teased him on the plane and he was frustrated. He wanted to do nothing more than rip her clothes off on the plane, but had managed to keep his cool.

They stopped outside of the airport and waited for a taxi. Lindsay turned to Flack. "Wow. I can't believe that we're in Paris. France. I mean. Us. Here! This is so…wow."

Flack looked at her. "I know. But I know that you wanted to visit here and so I thought this was the best place to come. When else will we be able to visit?"

Lindsay just kissed him right as the cab arrived.

Once in the cab, Flack spoke to the driver. "Hotel Nuilley Park, please."

"Oui, Monsieur."

The drive to the hotel was relatively uneventful. Once there, Lindsay waited while Flack checked them in. He turned to her and followed the porter to the elevator. "I love you, Mrs. Flack."

Lindsay batted her eyelashes. "I love you, too, Mr. Flack. God, I can't wait to be alone."

Obviously, Flack had the same idea. As soon as they got to the room, he opened the door. Lindsay went to walk in, but Flack stopped her. "Wait."

"Don?"

"I want to do this right." Flack quickly scooped her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold. While Lindsay went to freshen up, Flack tipped the porter.

"Don! Come in here. This room is amazing!"

Flack smiled as he walked into the bedroom. Even he was amazed. There were dozens of red roses in vases around the room and many white candles that were lit. The flickering light created a romantic atmosphere.

Lindsay turned around in the room. "Wow. This is unbelievable. I can't believe that you did this for me."

"Only the best for you, sweetheart."

"Okay. I'm going to go slip into something a little more comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Flack decided to get ready. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned part of his shirt. Then he opened the bottle of champagne that had been left on ice and poured two glasses. He heard the bathroom door open and turned around.

When Lindsay walked out of the bathroom, she saw Flack pouring the champagne. She waited while he turned around and smirked at the look of astonishment that appeared on his face. She tried to make her voice husky. "Like what you see baby?" This is well worth the money that I spent at Frederick's of Hollywood.

Flack felt his mouth go dry as he tried to respond verbally. He finally gave up and put the glasses down. He quickly walked over to Lindsay and pulled her into a crushing embrace, then claimed her lips with his own. This was definitely worth the wait.

(The Next Day)

Lindsay woke up to the feeling of Flack softly stroking her skin. She smiled. "Good Morning."

Flack smiled. "Good morning. Wow. If I died right now, I'd be a very happy man."

"So was it worth the wait?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"So what are we doing today?"

"How about going to the Eiffel Tower?"

Lindsay opened her eyes. "That sounds good. I guess I'd better get dressed then."

Flack stroked her skin. "That can wait a while. I seem to have a small problem right now."

Lindsay groaned in pleasure as he pressed her hips into his. "Then we'll just have to take care of that, then. Won't we?"

(A couple of hours later)

Flack and Lindsay had a guidebook in hand and were walking towards the Eiffel Tower. Both of them stopped and looked up in wonder at the magnificent landmark. "It's so much more amazing that what you see in movies or on television isn't it?" Lindsay commented.

"Yeah. It reminds me of The Empire State Building in that regard. Let's get into line." Lindsay followed Flack as he led her to one of the four lines underneath the tower. Once they had made it to the head of the line, Flack withdrew some Euros and paid the attendant. They had decided to go to the top level.

The elevator was crowded, but Lindsay didn't mind. It gave her a reason to snuggle into Flack's side. Once the elevator was at the top, the step out. Lindsay gazed over the city. "This is amazing. Look at the view of the city!"

Flack looked at the view. The part of the tower they were looking at overlooked a huge stretch of manicured lawn. "I wonder what that is."

Lindsay looked at where he was looking. "Let's see. According to Cory that is the Champs de Mars. I think she said that it used to be a military training ground. Isn't it beautiful, Don?"

Flack looked down. "Not was beautiful as you are, sweetheart."

Lindsay just blushed. They strolled to their right and stopped to look at the Seine. "Look. I wonder if we are on the left or the right bank."

Flack looked at the river. "We're on the right bank. The left bank is where the arts district is. We'll have to visit down there. Where else do you want to visit?"

"Notre Dame, the Louvre, L'Arc du Triumph, Versailles. Oh. I also want to see Jim Morrison's grave!"

"You've got to be joking. Jim Morrison? Why?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Come on, Don. He was the lead singer of The Doors. When else will we be able to visit a famous grave!!"

Flack looked at her. She looked so eager to go out and explore. He sighed. "Fine. But if we go see Jim Morrison's grave then we are going to Moulin Rouge."

"Fine! I agree."

Lindsay turned back to look over the Parisian skyline, reveling in the fact that she was with the love of her life in the most romantic city in the world. She sighed as Flack draped his arm around her shoulders and started stroking her shoulder. "Don?"

"Uh-huh?"

"If you keep that up, we'll have to go back to the hotel and I'm kinda hungry." Lindsay glanced into Flack's eyes and saw them darken in desire. "Never mind. We can order room service. How fast can we get back to the hotel?"

Flack lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Let's see," he whispered as his lips grazed her ear.

Lindsay shuddered as she felt desire course through her and quickly followed him to the elevator.

Okay, guys! Did y'all hate the last chapter so much that you didn't review??? If so just tell me what was wrong and I'll try to fix it!!! Anyway...this chapter is dedicated to all people who love fm Radio!!! I'll keeping coming back to Paris to visit them (I know for a fact, I'm going to write a chapter for when they go to the Louvre and when they go to Versailles). Much love goes out to the internet for this chapter. I've been to Paris, but it's been 13 years, so I was able to search pictures and make sure I got the spelling right!! Also...The flight that Flack and Lindsay take is an actual flight (I searched on Expedia to get a real flight)! I know. I'm anal like that. I just like trying to make everything as believable as possible!!!

Chili-Peppers-Wow. You are the only one who reviewed for this chapter!!! I'm sad. Anyway. I'm glad you liked it. I was worried that I was going to lose a lot of people with that chapter since it when kinda of wierd. But, yeah! I'm so stoked that my muse thought it appropriate to bring Armando back. I didn't get any interaction with him in the first story, so we'll get to see their relationship. They were pretty close friends. I toyed with bringing either James or Michael back, but I figured that would just freak Danny out (hell, it would freak me out!). I hope you like this installment of some fm Radio Fluff!!!

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