FINALLYYYYYY! New York keeps me busy (good busy) but sometimes it does bother me to not be able to write anything. So I hope you like this and it was worth the waiting again. Also, the internet in my dorm is extremely shitty and so I had to come to the closest Starbucks and upload this. Yes, at 10:25 I'm still out and doing this because I don't want to keep you waiting! (that's how much I like you guys).

Thanks to Fabraygron for the good luck ;) I'm loving it! Acting is certainly what I love to do.

So anyways, I dedicate this one to Larry because-well, he'll know why when he finishes reading it ;)

Mistakes are mine and reviews are always goooood!... Have a lovely week!

"I wanna get a tattoo."

"Another one?"

"Yup. But I don't know yet what it will say or what it will be..."

"We'll figure it out."

A pause.

"What is this one from?"

"Which one?"

She took a breath and read out loud: "'What will we become? We become ourselves.'" She quoted.

It was the morning after and they were lying naked in bed, with a single blanket covering the lower half of their bodies. Lea was propped up on her elbow while she traced Dianna's tattoo with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes were trained on their movements as Dianna's intently watched her from the side.

After a few seconds she responded. "It's from Patti Smith's memoir 'Just Kids'. You've never heard of it?" Her question wasn't filled with judgment but mere curiosity.

Lea didn't remove her gaze from her fingers. The skin she caressed was soft and she loved the way she could slightly feel her ribs beneath the permanent black ink letters.

She shook her head.

"It just goes on my infinite what-Dianna-has-read-and-I-haven't list." She smiles at the sound of Dianna's light chuckle before staying silent for a moment; and then, "Do you know the whole phrase?"

Another pause.

"I honestly don't. But there's one quote I do remember… 'Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up...'

Lea grinned and stopped her movements. She curved her back as much as she could in her position and placed a lingering kiss on her ribs before settling her body back again next to Dianna. Her hand rested fully on her abs as she looked down at her from the side.

"You're like the female version of Peter Pan. No wonder you have that phrase memorized." She kissed the commissure of her lips and felt the way they quirked up in a smile. She returned it before pulling her head up.

She smiled before asking, "What?"

Dianna grinned. "You're Wendy."

"Who?"

Her grin faltered before her mouth turned into a pout. Lea laughed and leaned down again to kiss her pouty lips.

"I'm kidding, baby. You're the Peter Pan to my Wendy." She whispered the last part.

Dianna quickly captured her lips again before pulling slightly back and saying, "What about Tinker Bell?"

Lea hummed. Their lips were mere inches apart by now so it only took her a slight movement to peck hers.

"Tinker Bell can kiss my ass, darling. You're mine."

Dianna let out an amused laugh and Lea smiled at the sound of it. That precious laugh always had the same effect on her; it made her heart soar and her insides grow warm with happiness.

When Dianna stopped laughing Lea ran her hand over her stomach, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her as she got impossibly closer and nuzzled her cheek and then her neck. She kissed every inch of skin she found but soon enough her girlfriend was snaking her arms around her waist and turning their bodies over leaving her on her back. A squeak of surprise escaped her throat before her lips were being assaulted by Dianna's.

They got into a tangled mess of sheets as their lips fused together. Lea captured her lower lip between her own and gently bit it before letting it go and grazing it with her tongue. One of her hands traveled down to her waist as the other rested at the base of Dianna's neck before she tugged lightly at the small hair there. She could feel Dianna's throaty moan while her warm lips crashed with hers; and she loved it. Because it never gets old; the way Dianna―her gorgeous and sweet girlfriend―can be so incredibly damn sexy with just letting out a simple sound, and the way her lips seem to always be warm, and soft, and the perfect amount of wet.

She let her tongue in and it's her turn to moan at the feeling. Their tongues tangled sensually and slow. There was no rush. They've got an entire life.

Dianna pulled slightly out to take a breath and before she dove back in, Lea breathlessly muttered, "You're such an amazing kisser."

A small grin appeared on her face, "It helps to have an equally amazing partner." She whispered against her lips.

Lea kissed her once again with force, although not urgently. She took a breath through her nose as she lingered on the feeling of the way their lips felt together; with Dianna's upper lip between her own and her lower lip between Dianna's. It warmed her whole body and made her heart beat faster. Because every time she got a kiss from the person she has desired―and loved―the most in her whole life, it made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Seconds later Dianna moved her lips from her jaw to the spot right under her ear, trailing kisses down her neck afterwards, where she felt Lea swallow once. She kept going, leaving a trail of kisses on her collarbone before moving down her sternum, through the valley of her breasts.

Her kisses lingered in every stop and Lea could still feel the warmth of every single one of them. Dianna kept her hands steady on each side of her body, propping herself on the mattress as she went down.

When she got to the spot right above her belly bottom an impulsive thought flashed across her mind. It wasn't planned. It also wasn't the reason she had started going down in the first place; but it was the kind of thing that you just do without even giving it a second thought.

So she looked up at Lea through her lashes and smiled; she kinda knew her girlfriend would kill her. And that amused her.

Lea frowned at the somehow cold feeling of not having Dianna's lips and breath on her body before looking down. She found shining hazel eyes looking mischievously at her.

"What are y-" A sound between a scream and a laugh escaped her lips as half of her body tried to lift off and her legs began to kick.

Dianna had blown a raspberry on her stomach.

A goddamn silly raspberry.

She should've fucking known better.

Dianna wouldn't stop blowing once she found out the more she did it the louder Lea's laugh was.

"Oh god-Dianna, stop!" She was laughing too hard to get words out.

Dianna had moved her hands to her waist so she could steady her but her girlfriend, even though she was tiny, had a lot of strength, and so she had managed to hold her shoulders and push her wherever she wasn't near her stomach.

"Dianna!" She had yet to stop laughing.

And Dianna had yet to wipe that shit eating grin off her face.

"My god, you're such a turn off."

That wiped it off. She crunched her nose. "Really?"

"Yeah!.. I mean not you! That was a turn off." She laughed once more. "Seriously, I don't know whether to hit you or kiss you right now. Because that was mean, you know? Like, who does that?"

Another pout.

"Oh, you so don't have the right to pout." She knew she looked ridiculous. Her boobs were completely exposed and she kept pointing at her like a crazy person.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I'll get my revenge. I hope you know that. You got me worked up and then blew me off."

Like fucking literally.

She wasn't really mad, though, and she knew Dianna knew it. Yes, she got turned off faster than getting a cold shower, and yes, she was serious about getting her revenge; but she wasn't mad.

Not when Dianna simply made her laugh and was now looking at her with those shining golden eyes, with her not-so-long-anymore-short hair sticking out everywhere and her beautiful breasts at a reaching distance.

Getting mad at her in this kind of scenario would just make the whole situation even more absurd.

"Sorry…?" At least she tried.

Lea shook her head in amusement before she grabbed both of her ears and tugged gently at them, letting her know that she wanted her to move up her body. The grins came back to their faces as Dianna hovered back above her and kissed her playfully.

Lea grew serious one more time. "Seriously, though. That was mean." Her eyes twinkled and betrayed her before they broke into giggles.

Dianna grinned. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

She pecked her. "And now that I think about it, it might have been good that you interrupted yourself on―doing whatever you were about to do." She did wonder what Dianna was actually going to do had that dumb idea not crossed her mind. But going there and thinking about her girlfriend going down on her would just get her back to the same position she was in, and they actually did need to get going.

"Why?"

"Because," She hugged her waist. "I'm taking you to the Louvre today and we need to be there early so we can avoid huge lines."

Dianna's eyes lit up like a kid's in Christmas Eve. "Are you serious?"

"Very much serious, sweetie. Although, now that I think about it, this could be your punishment…" She trailed off. They obviously were going; she just wanted to see her reaction.

"What―no!" Dianna whined. "Lee! Pleaaaase!" She buried her head on the crook of Lea's neck. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Lea grinned. It was a pleasant reaction and the exact same she was expecting. She tilted her head as much as she could and kissed her golden hair as she tightened her arms around Dianna.

"I'm just kidding, baby."

Dianna squealed and moved as much as she could without getting out of Lea's hold. Something inside her head just knew there was no need to worry because there was no way Lea would take the invitation back. But really, any excuse to get as close to her as possible could not be wasted.

And she was excited.

Because her girlfriend was taking her to the Louvre just to please her.

"You're definitely a keeper." She teased after calming down.

Lea chuckled. "That's good to know." Her arms pulled her closer, until their stomachs were touching and their breasts grazing. Their lips met and the world vanished.

When Dianna pulled back she pecked her cheek and whispered, "Thank you."

She hummed before a smile graced her lips. "I love you."

Dianna smiled back. "I love you, too."

"Did you know that if you took one minute watching each work of art in the museum you'd finish in four months?"

Lea's eyes grew big before she looked at her. "Would you stay here for four months?"

She chuckled. "That's not even possible."

Lea laughed and bumped her hips. "You so would stay here if it were possible."

"Only if you stay with me." She beamed down at her.

They had begun in the Richelieu wing an hour ago once they had passed the security at the entrance of the pyramid and walked down the electric stairs to buy the tickets. It was still fairly early for most tourists to start filling in and so they were lucky enough to take only 30 minutes in the whole process.

Lea had once again Dianna's camera hanging from her neck; taking pictures of the sculptures and paintings Dianna would nod at and show them to her for approval afterwards. She would always receive a proud little smile and a kiss on her cheek; or her nose; or her forehead. She would then grin at her and slip her hand back into Dianna's before looking back at the halls that had seemingly endless pieces of art.

Dianna would lead their way; now looking like a kid being in a Toys R' Us store for the first time. She was engrossed in everything she looked at, and she would once in a while stop in front of a painting or walk around a sculpture, watching them intently and getting as close as she could to see the tiniest details.

Because, "It's all about the details." She had told Lea while they looked up at 'The Wedding Feast at Cana' painting that took over almost the whole wall. "From afar you see a masterpiece, but if you look from up close you will see that the details are what make it so perfect and real. Like the shadows in those columns or the indentations in that man's robe, or the wrinkles on his face."

Lea would glance at the painting and find the details she was talking about, but her eyes wouldn't be able to leave Dianna for too long. The painting was a masterpiece indeed, but looking at Dianna talk so passionately and with so much grace―that's what took all of her attention.

When Dianna noticed Lea's eyes looking at her she blushed and smiled shyly. "Sorry, I'm a dork."

She tugged at her hand. "Don't say that. I wasn't looking at you because of that."

"Why then?"

"I just―I love the way you talk so passionately about art... Then I wonder how I got so lucky."

Dianna smiled. "It wasn't luck, baby. We were meant to be." She stated.

Her arm flew around Lea's shoulders as she guided them towards the Mona Lisa and placed a lingering kiss on the side of her head.

Lea smiled contently as she wrapped her arm around her waist and intertwined her fingers with the ones hanging from her shoulders.

They walked up and down the museum; from the Richelieu wing to the Sully, and Denon wing; stopping by to see the sculptures of 'Venus the Milo' and 'Psyche and Cupid', and watching the paintings of DaVinci, Rembrandt and Goya. Dianna was fascinated with so much art, and Lea was fascinated with her girlfriend.

They both were getting hungry and agreed on finishing their journey once they got to the end of the hall. Dianna knew they wouldn't be able to see the whole museum but she was content to have seen the pieces she was more interested in.

When they stopped to look at a painting Lea was sure made no sense at all she felt eyes on her. Not the loving ones from her girlfriend but from somebody else.

She looked to her left and found a man staring at them; most precisely at their clasped hands. The man found her watching him with an arched brow and looked back at whatever her wife was pointing at.

"Hey," Lea turned her head. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry." She smiled at her before nodding at the painting. "That makes no sense to me, though." She had an idea as to why that man was looking at them, but she decided to ignore it and just move on.

Dianna only laughed.

They kept on walking before Lea noticed that the exact same man was looking at their hands with a slight expression of disgust.

She snapped.

"Hey." She said it loud enough to get his attention away from their hands. Dianna turned her head and realized she wasn't talking to her but rather to a random guy. "Is there something you'd like to tell us?"

"Lee?" Dianna whispered for only Lea to hear but didn't get a response.

The man's eyes grew wide for a second before a scowl appeared on his face. "What you're doing is a sin."

"Oh really? And who are you to say what is a sin and what is not?" She was well aware of the fact that she was making a scene but she couldn't care less about it. She was also aware of Dianna giving her gentle tugs. "Honestly, man, why would loving someone be a sin? I can guarantee you you're as sinful as I and any of the people in this room is."

People were stopping in their tracks. Lea knew this was going to need to stop soon.

"Baby, just ignore it." Dianna whispered. She stepped closer to Lea and hugged her waist before looking straight at the man. "It's a shame that there are still people out there going around thinking that we all should be judged based on who we love, straight or not." She wasn't even raising her voice but she had already gotten everyone's attention. "Love is the biggest gift you can give and get, and if you are someone incapable of recognizing this then it should be your own problem not everyone else's. Let people live their lives however they want."

She sounded calm, yet firm on her statement. Her voice didn't waver and she said it with so much confidence that it made the man physically retrieve himself a little.

Lea was mesmerized. Man completely forgotten.

A few applauses broke the silence and Dianna saw this as an opportunity to grab Lea's hand and guide her out of the small circle of gathered people around them. She smiled politely and didn't cast a glance back at the man and her astonished wife.

It wasn't until they exited the wing and headed towards the main exit that Lea tugged at Dianna's hand and pulled her into her arms, sliding them around her waist and burying her head under her chin.

The man's words weren't exactly something that affected her, but she supposed that it would always be somehow hurtful to hear those kinds of things and receive disgusted and disapproval looks from people you didn't even know. She wasn't ashamed of her relationship with Dianna; if anything, she was proud and there was no way she would tone down her affection towards her just because some biggots had issues with it. She loved her. And just like her girlfriend had said, love was the greatest thing to have in your life; no matter what shape or form it came in.

"You okay, baby?" She heard Dianna ask.

"I'm fine-just-let me hug you a little bit more."

That was something Dianna would never say no to.

She let herself sink into Dianna's arms, listening to her heartbeat and blocking every other sound around them. A small smile appeared in her face; because even if they were to go to hell, she would gladly live loving this woman for the rest of her life.

After the Louvre they took a stroll all the way through the Champs Élysées, did some shopping and went up the Arc du Triumph.

"Can we go there tomorrow?" Lea asked as they watched the Eiffel Tower light up with thousands of flashes at 8 pm sharp.

Dianna nuzzled her neck from her position behind Lea; her arms wrapped around her waist. "I was about to ask you the same question." She mumbled.

Lea took it as a yes.

She shivered as a chilly breeze hit her body but relished the comfort she got when Dianna moved her arms higher to cover her own and stepped impossibly closer to her back.

They stood like that for a few more minutes; listening to the cars driving back and forth around them, and the silent chatting of people close to them; watching the hypnotizing way the light at the top of the tower would turn small once it faced away and big and infinite when it lightened their side of the city; repeating it again and again.

Then the thought of what had happened today struck Lea's mind.

She caressed the arms around her. "I'm so proud of what you said today." Her voice was carried away by the wind, but Dianna still heard it.

She hugged her tighter. "I didn't...like the way he looked at you."

"He was looking at our hands. I caught him once and ignored it, but the second time he had a disgusted expression on his face. I didn't want to stay silent."

Dianna kissed her cheek. "I meant when you were talking and he had this look on his face-like-real hatred..." She trailed off for a few seconds. "But I am proud of what you did. I kept tugging at you because I didn't think it was worth it at first, but then I couldn't help but defend you and feel sympathy for whoever has to endure this in a daily base."

Lea turned around in her arms and hugged her waist. "That's the main reason why I did it...that and because I like drama." She joked and Dianna chuckled. "But really, though," she pecked her lips. "I can get over that kind of thing, because I don't give a shit about whatever negative things people have to say, and I know you can, too. We have each other and that's what will keep us strong whenever something like this happens. But there are so many people out there who live under so much pressure when they don't deserve it."

Dianna looked down at her lovingly, knowing exactly what she felt, because she felt it, too.

"And then they break each other's hearts because of the fear of society not agreeing on their love choices, and it shouldn't be like that," she insisted. "It's just-ugh." She was probably making no sense by now.

Dianna could see how much this bothered her and she loved her for that. She cared about people she would surely never meet in her life and still took her time to defend them. And she was right about their relationship. There was no way she would ever let someone's judgmental opinion ruin what they had, no matter who that opinion was from.

"Would you?" She asked anyway, referring to Lea's last comment.

Lea removed her head from her chest. "What?"

She didn't know how to ask this. She didn't even know why she had asked in the first place.

Maybe she wanted reassuring. Maybe it was her insecurities speaking.

"Would you-would you ever doubt our relationship if...if-I don't know-you know the business..." She had no idea what she was saying.

Lea tilted her head and thought about the words she had already said out loud.

"Would I ever... break up with you for fear of the studios not giving me a job?" It was straight forwarded and a hard way to say it, and the words 'break up' coming out of her mouth brought a lump inside Dianna's throat.

Still, it was what she had been thinking.

Dianna swallowed and nodded.

Lea chuckled. The question was absurd if she really thought about it, but she understood that they were just talking about it. It was natural as well that a question like that would come up, giving the business they were in.

She slipped her hands down to Dianna's neck and looked straight into her hazel eyes. She could see the city of lights shining right through them and she got lost for a moment.

"I would rather live in a cart boarded box than break up with you, Dianna." She smiled and kissed her once. After pulling back she continued. "I love you. There is no way I would ever leave you just because FOX, Warner Bros or whatever other shit is asking me to literally break your heart."

Dianna's eyes wavered a little trying to keep the tears at bay. They still betrayed her when she blinked.

Lea wiped them away with her thumbs. "So you see, Lady Di. I would never choose my job over you... As long as you do the same." She teased.

Dianna let out a watery laugh and kissed her lovingly.

"I would never break the heart of the most important person on my life, Lee."

Lea grinned and let her kiss her one more time, taking both their breaths away. They pulled back after a few seconds and rested their foreheads against each other.

"I love you, Lea."

She pecked her nose. "I love you, too, Dianna." She smiled and stood up straighter. "So it's arranged then."

Her girlfriend arched her eyebrow.

She grabbed her hand and turned back to face the busy avenue. She held her chin up and said as confidently as she could, "Hollywood can suck it up."

Dianna's laugh was everything she heard; and it was the most precious sound.

The tattoo thing was vague, I know, but I just wrote that like literally 5 seconds ago because I had forgotten to mention it... We'll get into it a little bit more. Any suggestions? Maybe matching tattoos, but what exactly?... Ideas are welcome! ;)