drinking the stars | alana
Alana shook her head when her boyfriend spoke, but when she finally stood up from the bed and looked over at him with her head ever so slightly tilted to one side, her lips were pursed into a smile - her cheeks dimpling. Taking her passport from her bag, alongside with some coins, she put them inside the left pocket of her summer jacket, then zipped it up.
Her smile fell at Dominic’s next words. “Sometimes you are absolutely impossible.” She stated, as she rolled her eyes and dressed up her jacket. It was far from being cold, but Alana was the kind of person would rather carry a jacket around than wish she had brought one with her. Plus, and because she truly didn’t feel like carrying her bag around, it allowed her to take her passport and some money with her just in case. “Impossible, I say.” She repeated, feigning annoyance, right after he did his little theatrical bow. It wasn’t until she was already outside the door that her eyes widened a little. The brunette was so content, and completely distracted by Dominic’s words and actions that she had failed to bring the card key and her phone with her. Her lips parted as she turned around to ask the male not to close the door.. but just as she did so, she caught a glimpse of the card key in his hand. Alana stood there for a moment, pondering, until Dominic’s voice brought her back to earth. It was going to be a relatively quick walk, and Dominic was eager to get the heck out of the hotel.. oh whatever, she didn’t need her phone, right ? Smiling, she nodded as a reply, and before she knew it, they were walking through the streets of Paris.
She slipped her arm through the space between his arm and body, and gently circled her fingers around his biceps as they walked. By daylight, Paris was certainly impressive and grand, but at night ? Under the magic of its evening illuminations ? With the street lights drawing the light into the night like bright chalk on a blackboard ? It was mesmerizing, and Alana found herself privately thinking that the city at night was almost like a movement painting. As Dominic looked around, admiring the city, Alana often found herself looking away from the city around them and glancing up to look at him. The expression on his face was something else, and that made her feel incredibly relaxed and happy. He let go of her hand when they got to Champ de Mars and, for a moment, she simply watched him settle himself into the soft grass with a close mouthed amused smile. Uncrossing her arms as he laughed, Alana put her small hands together and made the shape of a rectangle. Raising her hands to eye level, she then winked once, as if she had just taken taken a picture of him, before she lowered herself and settled on the grass next to him. The thought that she had indeed, without any hesitation whatsoever, reclined over what was likely dirty grass that was possibly going to leave all kinds of stains on her clothes took center stage in her mind for a second… but it was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she felt Dominic’s hand on her shoulder. She let out a content sigh — it was a lovely night, and as she lay there next to her boyfriend, the lights from the Eiffel Tower illuminating the dark sky above them eclipsing many of the stars, she found that hypothetical green stains on her clothes didn’t bother her all that much.
Completely lost in the moment, Alana was distracted watching the stars and the reflection of Eiffel Tower’s lights on the clouds, and nearly shuddered when she felt Dominic’s warm breath against her ear. Raising an eyebrow as she locked eyes with him, Alana spoke lightheartedly, while he pulled her body closer to his. ”Should I be worried about what’s going through that head of yours ?”
Dom liked watching the usual worry that plagued her gaze fade for just a moment or two, and, shifting to lie on his side so he could face her, it was what he saw now. It was good, almost flattering, to feel like he was the only person in the world who could make Alana feel this way; it wasn't true, of course, but he liked thinking about it.
"I don't know," he said, mocking concern. "Should you?" He pressed his nose into her neck and inhaled deeply; her familiar, sweet smell coiled itself into something warm in his belly.
He wasn't exactly sure when the idea had entered his head, but he was pretty sure he wanted to make love to his girlfriend under the Eiffel Tower. Because it was romantic, and public sex had always seemed like a pretty European thing to him. But mostly because he was swept up in the whole why-not feeling that was buzzing under his skin tonight; he just wanted it to happened, and so it was going to happen.
"Here," he said, with a laugh, and tugged Alana on top of him. "Let's be hormonal teenagers for one night and make out under the Eiffel Tower. It'll feel like high school all over again."
Not that Alana had been much crazier in high school - Ava had always been the more spontaneous one, but Dominic wasn't complaining.
He let Alana rest on his lap for a while, adjusting so her legs were on either side of his waist; he wondered if she would protest to this, because she wasn't often one for public displays of affection, but hey, Paris. Besides, the gardens were empty, as far as he could tell, and if anyone walked by they'd just think they were a couple of crazy American tourists.
They wouldn't be wrong, either.
Grinning at the thought, Dominic pulled his girlfriend down to kiss her.
