Very small one again today. Christmas shopping wore me right out today. Thanks to ericastwilight for the verbal kick for this one. :)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative
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Notes: Couldn't pick one prompt so used both
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Prompt: both "Electrocution" and "That's what I tried to tell you!"

So far, this vacation had been perfect. Paris in the winter was so beautiful, and being here with my amazing boyfriend had made it even more so.

Normally I didn't accompany him on his business trips, but when he was presented with this one, he couldn't resist the opportunity to take me to Paris, even if only for a few days.

I sat on the bed of our suite, watching him adjust his tie in front of the bathroom mirror and I smiled. He was the only professional man I knew that had this much trouble with a tie at almost thirty years old.

Walking into the bathroom to stand behind him, he smiled back at me in the mirror as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Need some help?" I asked, biting back a smirk.

"Please, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry and I still have to shave," he replied, turning toward me and allowing me to fix his tie. I opened the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a razor and the shaving cream, setting it down in front of him and stepping away to leave the bathroom. "Um, honey? What's this?"

"It's a razor," I said slowly, my brow furrowed slightly.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I can see that. But it's not my razor."

"I know. Yours is still in your bag because they have different plugs here," I replied, pointing to the outlet beside the sink.

"I don't use regular razors, you know that. I haven't since I was about seventeen," he retorted, moving around me to walk to his suitcase in the next room and coming back a moment later with his electric razor.

"But…"

"I don't have time to argue about this," he said, pulling it out of its bag.

"I know that, but…"

"Please just…son of a bitch!" he exclaimed loudly after a loud zap from the direction of the wall and I turned my eyes back to him. He was mumbling profanities under his breath with his fingertip in his mouth. "Stupid thing doesn't fit."

"That's what I tried to tell you!" I replied, waving my arms out in frustration.

"Thanks babe. Appreciate it," he grumbled sarcastically, with his fingertip still between his lips.

I smirked and walked over to him, taking his hand in mine. "Want me to kiss it and make it better for you?"

He moaned softly as I took his fingertip in my mouth, circling my tongue around it slowly before sealing my lips around it.

"Baby, I'm gonna be late," he said in a gravelly voice, swallowing hard as my lips moved along his finger. "Oh shit."

I squealed as his other arm came around me and lifted me to him, carrying me over to the bed.

This trip was getting better all the time.

I just didn't have a lemon in me tonight.