I'm so sorry it's taken so long and it's such a short chapter, I had two exams today and I've basically had a full time job this week and I'm exhausted.

They walked out quickly, down the steps, onto the street. The evening was darkening around them and lights were on in most windows. She had thrown her coat, his jacket, on hurriedly, they were both unbuttoned, fluttering a little as they walked.

"Grace," he told her softly, as she made to turn right at the end of the street, catching ahold of her hand to pull her back, "My hotel is this way," nodding to the left.

"Oh," she murmured, turning back towards him, smiling a little at her own blind haste, "Alright."

Their eyes met, she could see his singing with emotion. She took a step towards him. He was looking at her as if she was beautiful, the most beautiful thing in the world. Her lips parted. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. The light of the fading sun touched off the buildings and lit up his face.

And her hands had somehow slipped inside his open jacket, wrapped themselves around his body. It was their first kiss. In front of everyone and no one, on the side of a street, a street corner, in Paris. He kissed her deeply, passionately, matching her for every ounce of feeling that had been building up for the last few days- who did she think she was fooling, the last few years - with every thought of him.

They broke apart, she smiled up at him almost shakily and he slipped his hand into hers, not breaking eye contact.

"Hotel," he told her softly.

She nodded, squeezing his hand in reply.

"It's not far," he told her, reading her thoughts.

"Good," she replied.

He glanced back over his shoulder at her, catching her eye with some amusement, walking, pressing on, all of the time.

"I'm so in love with you," he murmured to her.

"I know," she replied, running her other hand down the inside of his arm, "I am with you."

She stroked his wrist tenderly. He slowed a little as he turned to mount the front steps of the hotel and she leant in towards him.

"I've never wanted anyone like I want you now," she whispered.

He stopped completely, standing on the step. His eyes were blazing.

"Christ, Grace," he told her, "If only I could tell you how much I want you too."

She was still holding his hand. She continued on beyond him, overtaking him, leading him now, peering back over her shoulder at him, whispering, "Show me," as she went.

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