There you go! :) First Paris chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (even if I felt like hitting my head against a wall sometimes).
To xxDark Angel Babyxx: I'll see what I can do about HeYa! ;)
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"My butt hurts."
"I told you to stand up and walk through the hall every two hours."
"I didn't need to the last time we came to Europe." Lea whined.
"That's because you weren't really sitting. You were talking to Chris and he was in the seat right behind yours."
The brunette pouted. "Whatever."
Dianna laughed and bumped their hips, "You did complain about your knees, though." She teased.
Lea hooked her arm with the blonde's and said, "Well if you hadn't sat like 5 seats away instead of next to me I probably wouldn't have complained about them."
"No. But you probably would've complained about your butt…"
"I―damn, you're good."
The blonde laughed again and pecked Lea's cheek.
"I'm also tired…"
"That's understandable. It's midnight."
She groaned, "I really hate these long ass flights. If it weren't because being with you is my favorite thing in this world I probably would have gone crazy."
Dianna grinned and stopped as she pulled the brunette into her, snaking her arms around a slender waist before Lea hugged her neck. She nuzzled her cheek and murmured, "Is it really your favorite thing?" She could feel her girlfriend's smile against her nose.
"You're my favorite everything, Dianna." She replied as she pulled back enough to capture the blonde's lips with her own in a searing kiss. They heard a few groans of people trying to walk past them but they couldn't bring themselves to care.
Not when being in each other's arms was this amazing.
Dianna titled her head and kissed her back. Her lips slowly moved and melded with Lea's as everything outside their world disappeared.
It wasn't until a guard cleared his throat that Lea pulled back and ran her hands from around Dianna's neck to her shoulders. She took her time to glare at him before looking up at the blonde with a smile. "As much as I enjoy kissing you, please take me to the hotel so I can cuddle with you and have a good rest."
Dianna smirked. "Yes, milady." She said as she started to guide her girlfriend by the hand.
The sign: 'Bienvenue. Paris-Charles de Gaulle' greeted the girls as they walked through the airport and made their way towards the baggage claim area. They decided to forgo the whole car renting since they'd either take taxis, walk or, if they were brave enough, use the métro.
It took them 20 minutes to arrive to the hotel. It was a classic and elegant building just like most in the city. The Eiffel Tower seemed to be at walking distance, as well as the Champs Elysees; and both places made Lea squeal once she found out. Their suite wasn't entirely luxurious but it sure did look Parisian. They had a small living room for themselves and a balcony, from which you could see the Tower. The walls were painted in beige and covered by a few famous paintings, and the bed was as inviting as lying over a bunch of feathers.
And that's what Dianna did for 10 full minutes before the brunette urged her to stand up and get ready for bed. She came back moments later and found her already sound asleep under the covers. She smiled contently and crawled up the bed until her front was covering the smaller girl's back. Her arm snaked around Lea's waist as she breathed in her scent.
It wasn't until she looked up towards the window that she realized they had a breathtaking view.
There it stood, shining above every other building in the city; with lights that could be seen even from very far away; imposing, yet effortlessly, one of the most romantic places in the world.
Lea woke up in the same position she had fallen asleep. She could feel the firm hold of the blonde's arm around her waist as she, too, looked outside the window and widened her eyes. She had drifted off as soon as her head had hit the pillow, so there was no way she could have seen it last night. But even without all the lights, waking up at the sight of the Eiffel Tower was sure one of the best ways of doing it.
Dianna began to stir behind her and the brunette knew she was awake when she felt a warm hand tuck under her shirt and started drawing lazy patterns over her bare stomach.
She hummed at the feeling and let the blonde caress her for a few more minutes. She then turned around and found hooded hazel eyes looking at her. "Good morning." She whispered.
"Hey." Dianna's voice was hoarse, and sexy as hell, if you were to ask Lea. Her arm didn't move, but hugged the brunette's waist tighter. "Have I told you how much I love waking up like this?"
Lea hummed in response. Her hand found the blonde's bare back before it began to run through silky skin. "You haven't, but it's exactly how I feel." She whispered just as the both of them thought that waking up with the sight of Paris right outside their window made it even better.
The blonde grinned before giving the brunette a peck on her lips. "What do you wanna do today?"
She licked her lips before replying, "I've been craving some crepes ever since I knew we were coming." She pecked her back. "You?"
"I want to see if I can get us some tickets for the Moulin Rouge."
Lea didn't know whether to squeal of emotion at the prospect of attending that show or melt after hearing those French words coming out of Dianna's gorgeous lips.
So she did both.
And once again, Dianna found herself being urged to get ready.
They left the lobby with two tickets for the 9 pm show of that same night and a couple of recommendations to find good creperies nearby.
Lea was, once again, carrying her girlfriend's camera as they walked hand in hand through the streets of Paris.
It felt good; not having to hide their feelings to anyone, including each other, and being able to be openly in love without really caring what anyone would think. It was amazing and somehow freeing.
Dianna would laugh as the brunette stopped every once in a while to take 'artsy' pictures, as she had put it. She found the tiny girl's eagerness absolutely adorable and she loved the fact that she was with someone as excited to take pictures as her. Those would also be the only moments Lea would let go of the blonde's hand and once the photo was taken she would find her hand without looking and intertwine their fingers together again; because it was as if their hands had this invisible magnetism towards each other. Even when they were friends; and even if they were to be in front of thousands of people, their hands would always find a way to be interlaced.
They found a creperie five minutes later, not far away from the Seine River. It wasn't entirely crowded since it was still early.
After they made sure the place had vegan options they sat outside, and before they knew it, two plates of sweet crêpes were being placed in front of them.
Dianna was the first to try it. A sweet strawberry flavor coated her palate and she moaned at the taste. Second to kissing Lea, this was definitely the best way to keep her mouth occupied. The brunette had chosen a caramel crepe and she too moaned once she began to eat it.
They enjoyed a few more bites in silence before Dianna spoke, "This really tastes amazing. You need to try it." She took another spoonful and started to get it closer to the brunette's mouth. Lea swallowed the piece she had taken before and opened her mouth again to be fed by the blonde.
Once she swallowed it, she licked her lips and muttered, "Damn."
Dianna beamed before she placed her spoon back on the plate and gently took the brunette's chin between her thumb and index finger. She leaned closer and made sure she kissed the corner of her mouth, slowly, getting the tip of her tongue out so she could lick the cream that the brunette hadn't wiped.
Damn, Lea thought again as she grinned and pecked her before she had completely sat back. She grabbed her own spoon and offered a bite to Dianna. The blonde took it gingerly and she saw the way her spoon disappeared between a pair of beautiful pink lips and came out empty. Her eyes followed the motion of the blonde's tongue licking any trace of sweetness in her lips and she had to fight the urge to jump her right then and there.
Instead she cleared her throat and continued to eat. She didn't know that her reaction went noticed by a coy smiling Dianna.
They shared a few more bites and by the time they finished they were simply sitting there, chatting and with two hands lazily interlaced over the table.
"I'm calling my mom tomorrow." Dianna stated.
"Do you think she'll react like mine?"
"Absolutely. She adores you, you know."
"Oh, I know." She replied in a fake cocky tone. "What about Jason?" She knew that her brother's opinion mattered a lot, and that's why she felt the need to ask.
Dianna stayed quiet for a moment. "When he found out I had feelings for you he was worried," Lea frowned but she still continued, "He was afraid that I would end up with a broken heart." She remembers talking about it in various occasions with him. They became very close ever since their parents broke apart, and so there were times in their lives where they would just forget about everything and simply lie wherever they could―on the backyard of their mom's house, on the carpet of Dianna's favorite room, or on the floor of Jason's living room―and talk about anything they could think of. She loved her brother and she knew he loved her just as much.
"He supported me all the way, though." She finally said. "So don't worry, he'll probably just squeal in a less feminine way."
Lea chuckled but ended up laughing. That she would have to see it.
They ended up talking for more than an hour, until the waiter came and kindly informed them that they'd have to leave the table because there had been people waiting to be seated. Lea apologized once and Dianna about five times. She would have offered to pay for the crepes if it wasn't because the brunette dragged her out.
"You're too sweet, baby." Lea said once they had crossed the street and began to stroll on the sidewalk by the Seine.
"It was a moment of weakness…" She muttered. It wasn't her fault that she liked to put a smile on people's faces.
Lea snorted. "I wasn't really complaining. I love it, actually." Who wouldn't?
She bit her lip, but the grin was still evident. "Thank you."
The brunette winked at her. She looked back to the path in front of them and saw the Notre-Dame Cathedral on the far left side of the river. "Can we take a picture here?" Her head nodded at a spot on the concrete fence.
Dianna smiled. "Sure." She let go of the brunette's hand so she could take a picture but turned around when she didn't hear the click of the camera. Lea had a confused expression on her face. "What?" She asked amused, but then frowned and eyed the camera, "Is the camera not working?"
"What, no! I meant we as in both of us in the picture."
"Oh! Okay then." She took her by the hand towards the fence. Once she stopped in front of it she spun around and gently grabbed her camera before placing it over the thick concrete barrier. She then motioned a confusing Lea to stand in front of her.
"Dianna what are you―"
"Up you go!"
"Holy shit!" The blonde's hands had somehow found the underside of her thighs and lifted her up the ground so she could sit next to where the camera was placed.
She was sure her heart was about to pound out of her chest. She glared at Dianna and said, "What is it with you and lifting me up the ground any chance you get?" she seriously thought she was being thrown out the river.
The blonde tried to suppress her smile but was futile. She stepped closer until she was standing between Lea's legs and started to run her hands up and down her thighs. "Sorry." She said. It was getting harder not to laugh at the expression on the brunette's face, but she kept trying.
"It's just that you're so tiny I always want to carry you around instead walking next to you." Lea arched her eyebrow. "Okay, walking next to you is pretty good too, but seriously, I love having you in my arms."
That was what made the brunette's face break into a beam. She bit her lip before her arms tightly circled Dianna's waist. She pulled her impossibly closer as the blonde's own wrapped her back. "I feel the safest when I'm in your arms." She whispered. Truly, being embraced by Dianna's warm body always made her feel content with life; no matter how upset she would be, she knew that with only a simple shared glance with the blonde, she would soon after be safely wrapped under a strong pair of arms.
It always ended up being the only thing she needed.
They stayed like that a little longer than a minute. Quietly listening to the steps of tons of people walking by; people either muttering, or loudly speaking different languages. Laughing and having the time of their lives.
They listened to the way life simply went on around them.
Moments later, Dianna tilted her head enough to start leaving soft kisses over the brunette's neck. She smirked when she felt the way Lea shivered at the touch. Her mouth began to trail a path up her neck and through her jaw line; then her right cheek before she stopped; hovering over soft lips she whispered, "I love you," and kissed her.
Lea's heart beat faster, but this time out of excitement. She had loved the way Dianna's lips felt on her neck and it made her want more.
Right now, though, all she could do was respond to that eager mouth. So she began to kiss her back with enough force that the blonde had to steady herself by putting her hands over Lea's thighs. She smiled at the action as her own hands traveled north to cup Dianna's face. Her head angled before she captured the blonde's upper lip between her own. They fused together; slowly and passionate, until one of them decided to find an invitation inside each other's mouths. Their tongues collided together as hot breath was exhaled through their noses, trying to make this moment as lasting as possible. Dianna pulled back only enough to gently nip the brunette's lower lip and tilt her head once again.
The vague taste of strawberry and caramel created a sweet delicious fusion as Lea's mouth opened once again to welcome the blonde's tongue. She swore she started to feel wetness pooling in her center once she heard a moan escape Dianna's throat after she decided to suck on her tongue.
Still, even against Lea's (and maybe Dianna's) better judgment to stop; they continued to make out for a few more minutes.
Dianna began to slow down first, leaving a few seconds between each kiss. She trailed off until she was just pecking the brunette's lips.
Lea hummed dreamily. "Wow…" Hopefully she wouldn't have to walk around feeling like she had just ruined her panties. She opened her eyes and licked her lips as she stared back at Dianna.
She cupped her face once again but simply looked at her. She was on the higher end this time so her head was slightly down casted. Her eyes danced around the blonde's face as her thumbs caressed soft cheekbones.
From up close she could see the almost imperceptible curve on the side of Dianna's nose that could only be noticed from certain angles. She saw the way her cheeks, forehead and nose were rosy tinted for being under the sun for two weeks. The way her lips looked swollen from so much kissing and slightly parted, revealing a row of perfect white teeth; and, as her fingertips trailed up the blonde's face and gently caressed the silhouette of her eyebrows, she noticed the few brown freckles that tinged on her right hazel eye.
Lea was sure she had never seen so much beauty gathered in one single person. Even without much make up, everything about Dianna's face screamed perfection, and she felt extremely lucky to be able to call this girl hers.
And so she said, "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
The cheeks underneath her hands became redder as Dianna looked down and bit her lip. After she looked up again she replied, "You should see yourself." She took another breath. "You're mesmerizing."
The brunette grinned. "And you're a charmer too, Ms. Agron." She said amazed.
Dianna smiled coyly and shrugged. "I do what I can."
"Well you do a lot."
She smirked. "We still have to take that picture, though."
"Right!" Lea spun the blonde around by the shoulders and took the forgotten camera from next to her. She then leaned closer and extended her right arm so that she could take the picture of the both of them. Still, the camera was too close to their faces.
Dianna broke into a fit of giggles. "Let me take it, short stuff." She said as she grabbed the camera from the brunette's hand.
Right before she was about to take the picture Lea squealed. "Wait! Ask the guy over there. Otherwise we won't be able to see what's behind us."
So she did.
A not so old man that was walking by smiled at the blonde before he stood in front of them. Dianna ran back to her spot between Lea's legs as the brunette wrapped her arms around her neck from behind.
"You are a couple?" He asked in his French accent.
"Yes." He heard them say.
"Then get a little more romantic! This is the city of love, girls. A hug is too friendship!"
Lea blushed. Since when did this man decide to become a photographer?
However, she had been in many photo shoots before so she decided to just go with the flow. She hugged the blonde tighter and kissed her cheek.
Dianna's smile was evident and once she heard Lea murmur: "By the way, I love you, too." She turned her head just in time for the brunette to capture her lips in a chaste kiss.
They were interrupted by the man's voice. "Very nice, very nice." He then handed them the camera as they thanked him before he continued on his path.
Apparently the guy did know about cameras, because he had taken a total of three pictures. The first one where Lea was kissing the blonde's cheek, the second one right when they were looking at each other with so much love that it could be seen from miles away; and the third one, where they kissed.
"I like them." Dianna said from behind the brunette, with her arms circled around her waist.
"The guy was totally a professional…" Lea muttered. "And I like them, too."
After she kissed her cheek, the blonde let go and took her hand, "C'mon, there's still a lot to see, darling."
The Moulin Rouge was bigger than it appeared to be.
A true cabaret on the inside, with Parisian posters over a fancy dark red and gold tapestry. Red carpet covered the floor and hundreds of tables with unlit candles and unopened bottles of champagne faced one big stage on the center. There were a few chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and many waiters were already set on various spots around the place.
The girls were lucky to sit in a good spot close enough to the stage. Those kinds of spots in which you're not too far away to see anything and neither too close to wake up with a strained neck for looking up during the entire show.
The tables were for six people, so they shared theirs with two other couples; one from England and the other from Uruguay. All straight; but that apparently had no complains about Lea and Dianna stealing a few kisses and the blonde having her arm over her girlfriend's chair.
"So are you girlfriends or are you married?" Maggie, the girl from England, asked.
Both blushed. "She's my girlfriend." Lea replied as she placed her hand over the blonde's leg. She turned to her and they shared a knowing smile; both thinking the same thing.
That it felt good to say it out loud, even if it was to a complete stranger.
"Really? You look like a married couple." Larry, her husband, intervened.
They grinned. "Well, maybe because Dianna and I have been best friends for a couple of years before we actually started dating."
Maggie awed and turned to her husband, "Just like us, sweetie."
Dianna smiled. "How did you guys meet?"
And so they listened the story of another in love couple.
Five minutes before the show started, a waiter came up to their table and offered to open the bottle of champagne. They all agreed, and even cheered.
They had to dress formal for the occasion; and although a long dress was a definite no, they still wore fancy clothes, with high heels and well applied make up.
"You look gorgeous." Lea said into her ear, as they both zoned out of the conversation between the other four.
Dianna looked at her and blushed. "And you look beautiful." Her lips were a soft red and the black eyeliner she was wearing was only thick enough to highlight her hazel eyes. Her bangs were neatly placed on the side so that they wouldn't block her view.
Compared to her, Lea's eyes were smoky. Her eyelashes were longer than usual and the lipstick she had on her lips wasn't as dark as the blonde's. Her hair was down and curvy, but silky and shiny as always.
The lights went down, indicating the start of the show, and everyone went quiet. They shared a last kiss in the darkness before taking their full attention towards the stage.
An hour and a half, and two bottles of champagne later, the place started to fill out. Everyone cheered and clapped as loud as they could once the show was over. The dancers had been magnificent, always synchronized and with a smile plastered on their faces. Both men and women up on that stage were, most of the time, topless; but really, even if you were a perv, watching the show itself took the entire attention.
Because it was an art thing; not a simple boobs show off competition.
And as they all walked out of the place, they shared a few goodbyes and continued separate ways.
Dianna and Lea decided to take a cab ride back to their hotel; which took about 15 minutes since the Moulin Rouge wasn't exactly close.
The driver dropped them off a block before because Dianna had asked him to.
"Why did you want to walk a block to the hotel?"
The street was almost empty and they were walking by what appeared to be a small park. The sound of cars honking and vague chatting could be heard at a distance, and streetlamps were the only thing illuminating their path.
Dianna shrugged. "Don't you think it's romantic to walk at night in Paris?" Sure, it was their first day in the city, and they still had two weeks before leaving; but who knew when they would be coming back.
Lea understood, though. She smiled contently and slid her hand from the crook of the blonde's arm to the inside of her hand before intertwining their fingers. As they kept slowly walking, she stepped closer and rested her right hand on Dianna's bicep.
She sighed. "You're right. This is as romantic as it could get."
The blonde smirked and made sure they were heading towards another streetlamp.
She was a step ahead of Lea, and the brunette wondered how she could endure those high heels for so long.
There always seemed to be a grace to the way Dianna moved; so confident, and yet without a hint of arrogance.
That's when she realized she was unconsciously looking at her ass.
Woah.
Dianna looked back and found the brunette staring at her backside. She smirked and turned completely around so that she walked the last steps towards the lamp backwards. Once she felt her back hit it, she stopped and pulled Lea flush against her. Her hands found the girl's hips as she stared intently at pools of brown eyes. They shone brightly with the yellow light from above them but closed once she felt the blonde's lips against hers.
Her own hands grabbed Dianna's neck and pulled her closer as she kissed her firmer.
Their lips fit together, just like two pieces of a puzzle.
At the lack of air, Lea pulled entirely back, before she licked her lips and pecked the blonde's nose. Her eyes opened again as she bit her lower lip and shook her head disbelievingly. "You really are a charmer."
Dianna beamed. "You make it easy."
Mouling Rouge is incredibly amazing ;) Let me know what you guys think!
AAAAANNNDD to Larry! I'm sorry if it bothered you I used your names. They just, like popped out in my head, I promise it wasn't intentional! So let me know if it actually did so I can edit it :)