AN: Finally! The ending for the 'Sex and the City' drabbles! Well enjoy! Oh, oh! I almost forgot! Next week I'm going back to uni, and I will have no internet in my house, so updates may be few and far between, for about three weeks! I'm sorry, really, but I'll try and write something uber special!


Paris

Yuugi smiled, his lips stretching widely and making his cheeks hurt as he sipped on the champagne. His eyes looked dull, the usual sparkle missing from those wide, lavender eyes.

His smile slipped slightly when an arm wrapped around his waist, giving it a light squeeze. The voice in his ear made it slip completely. Seems like someone had decided to finally come and find him.

"Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?" At first the accent and language had been strange to him but had soon become as sexy as everyone said they were. Though accents didn't help with personality. The smell of cigarettes penetrated his sensitive nose, tickling it. Yuugi was used to it, he had realised that smoking was like breathing to the French. He tried to hide the grimace of distaste as he pulled his face away from Jean-Paul.

"No, you've been busy tonight." And every other night for that matter. Say anything about Atemu but he had always had time for Yuugi.

Yuugi frowned when Jean-Paul was called by one of the guests and, without a second thought, the Frenchman was weaving his way through the people.

Yuugi bit his lip and downed the remaining alcohol in his hand, exchanging the empty flute for a full one from a nearby tray, instantly drinking the bubbly liquid in that one too.

He gripped the black crystal tightly as he saw his lover laugh with some of the other guests. Yuugi scowled, straightened his suit jacket and all but slammed the flute on the tray of a passing waiter.

He would not be made a fool of again.

Without a glance in the direction of his soon to be ex-lover, Yuugi stalked out the door.


Getting out of the taxi, Yuugi fished his keys out of his trouser pocket. He sighed, he had hoped for a better night. God, he had hoped for a better boyfriend.

Yuugi moved towards the steps of his apartment building, his eyes tracing the cobblestone on the street.

"Hey, Baby."

Yuugi's body froze by the pavement, his native language wasn't what made him freeze, the voice was.

Yuugi looked up, and instantly wished he hadn't. He did not need this right now.

Atemu's crimson eyes were as intense as ever, the hair was perfect and the suit hugged him like a lover. It was all so familiar to him.

Yuugi played with his keys, trying to think of something, anything, to say.

Yuugi swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to calm his fast beating heart.

"How'd you know where I was?" Yuugi was staring at the door rather than the finely, and expensively, dressed man.

"Jounouchi told me. Yuugi, please you have..."

"I don't have to do anything! You don't get to come here, you don't get to ruin my new life, and you definitely don't get to call me 'Baby' anymore! Go away, Atemu. I'm finally happy, and it has nothing to do with you."

It almost broke Yuugi's heart to see the shattered expression on Atemu's face.

"Please, I just want to..."

Yuugi interrupted the businessman again, "No. Just... no."

Yuugi went to move around the stunned man, only to have his hand grabbed, his whole body was turned around.

"I love you, Yuugi. Don't you understand how much I need you? How much I want us to have a life together?"

Yuugi's eyes widened with surprise, in all the time they had been together Atemu had never once opened himself up that much. He had dreamed of it but it had never become a reality.

"Please, Yuugi. I'm a wreck without you, I'm nothing without you."

The hand on his porcelain cheek made him remember so many good things about Atemu, so many happy memories.

The gaze was intense as crimson eyes implored at him, eyes glittering with emotion that had always been masked.

"One more chance, Baby?"

At the endearment water gathered in his eyes, making them shine for the first time in months. Anger and frustration melted away until all that was left was a bruised, but still strong, heart.

"Don't hurt me again." Yuugi leaned into the warm and strong hand.

"Never. God, never again."

And there, on the very steps of an apartment building in the most romantic city in the world, Yuugi finally got the kiss he had wanted for so long, with the man he had wanted for so long. A kiss that was filled with the love he had wanted for so long.


AN: Gah! What a corny ending! And can we talk about cliché? A happy ending in Paris of all things! All they need is the moon in the background, for Yuugi to bend his knee up in the classic Hollywood way and some random jazz music in the background... gah! Well, don't forget to review and I hoped you enjoyed it!

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