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There is nothing more lovelier of a distraction than Paris at night, and in the morning, and in the afternoon-- Roseanne wishes that she could just stay in Paris forever. Back in New York laid all of the conventions and expectations that would last her a lifetime, and it’ bad enough to leave with whispers of ‘eloping’ and ‘pregnancy’, not when she’s perfectly capable of keeping it in her pants when it comes to Zhang Yixing. No matter how deathly attractive he is in his tailor-made suit and designer pocket square, not to mention the prettiest words that would come out of his mouth, and flowing down to pages of ever well-known novels.

She was in on that secret, and she couldn’t lie and pretend that it had made her treatment of him sweeter, somewhat.

But seated in a cozy little fancy restaurant their concierge had so helpfully pointed out, she could not help but to gaze every so often at her partner’s wonderful eyes, ( and god, when he spoke french ), Roseanne had to remind herself time and time again that she had promised her mother that she would keep it in her pants.

( not so much in those words, but quite certainly to that effect )

But then again, when was the last time she expressively obeyed her mother?

( how could she, when the man seated in front of her is looking like that )

“Y’know-- they say that escargots are one of the most potent aphrodisiacs there are.”

For good measure, she took one and tipped her head back as she swallowed the contents whole, blinking innocently over at him as she wiped stray liquid that escaped from the corners of her lips.

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Checkmate | Paris & Jaune

"Well, unless you’re planning on finding someone else to butter up instead."

...he most certainly was not.

This was a venture Tate had almost poured himself into; the careful ease into Kiaran's life to the point where the other could no longer justify being snippy. Well. Not too snippy, anyway. And it didn't even matter that things could go back to square one the next day, that Tate might still have to work hard to continue to lay Kiaran in the future. Even if this was the first and last time, Tate was hellbent on cherishing every moment he got to spend with Kiaran, and was ridiculously aroused that the other wanted him too, no money, no real convincing even involved. Flattered, excited, and aroused, he couldn't really get the other out of that club fast enough.

The cold air on the way between Needy and Vista gave Tate time to really clear his head; and by that, he meant plainly envision what to do to Kiaran the second they made it safely behind the doors of his apartment. And even then, closing the door behind them, he couldn't decide. The only thing he knew was, when you make this kind of progress, you've got to keep up the momentum. And he wasn't giving Kiaran any opportunity to hide or play it safe, not today. If he wanted this to happen--and Tate was aware of how risky the gamble would be--he was going to have to do his part to take it.

Closing the door behind them, Tate turned immediately and pulled Kiaran into him, his hands returning to their perfect seat on the other's hips as he brought their lips together. He felt the tip of his tongue sweep up Kiaran's bottom lip and his thumbs dig gently into his abdomen, one hand working up to press flat over his heart, then trail slowly back down as he drew back, smiling. Or--smirking.

"You're filthy," he stated, nails lingering over the smeared hand print he'd left there earlier, briefly ignoring the paint on his own face as he cast low looks down Kiaran's body. "Let's clean up, yeah?"

On that note, Tate's lips curled into a mischievous smile and he tugged Kiaran gently by the hand into the bathroom, turning once they reached the tub to bend and sit on the rim of the tub, turning on the faucets and running one hand underneath to test the temperature. Exhaling once it was warm enough, Tate drew his half-shirt over his head and balled it up, pressing it under the water until the tub's basin blended pink with orange. He wrung it out over his lap, watched the pearls of reddish water streak down his bare thighs, and stood, opposite hand clutching and stroking the skin on one of Kiaran's shoulders while he pressed the sopping fabric to the stain on his chest. "...not too hot? I hope?"

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Sarah returned home from Paris with a small yawn. She had to admit it she had a bit of Jet lag. Upon entering her flat she had not seen anyone off the bat but then she had not entirely expected too. She had left Jareth “in charge" of things in her absence; when in actuality she’d left Toby in charge of things. It was not that she didn’t trust that the fair-haired king could not handle the magic and mayhem of Storybrooke it was more…Sarah was not certain he could handle the dull every day life and management of an ice cream shop. After taking a moment to look around, mostly to take a breather(and to make sure nothing had been destroyed) Sarah hauled her bags into her room and promptly, went right into her closet and found her favorite comfy clothes and began to change without a second thought. Paris had been beautiful and amazing but hard work at the same time. She was grateful to be home where she knew the people and she could just be herself. That and she’d really missed everyone here. After finding her clothes she set them on a chair near her closet, and pulled her shirt off over her head. She hesitated a moment about taking a nice hot shower and washing away the flight. It would have to wait though. She really just wanted a cup of tea and a nice stretch…a bubble bath was sounding nice. She paused a moment. She should really check on the gifts she’d gotten for Toby and Jareth again. the customs people were not exactly rude while handling her things, but they could have been a bit more gentle. She really wanted to make sure everything was okay. So, without a second though she went over to her bags and started sorting through them.

The days that Sarah had been in Paris were interesting, to say the least. Jareth had been on his own before, left to his own devices and managed perfectly fine... but there was something about being left within her apartment, that off-set it somehow. Perhaps it was being surrounded by things that seemed foreign to him... or sleeping in her bed, after she had suggested that one of them took it in her absence. Knowing that Toby wanted his room back to himself, and with the boy's insistence, Jareth had taken it. A little more than awkward. Most times, when he slept in the bed of a female, she was there beside him. Still, he had been pleased to find that the pillows had carried the slightest scent of her hair. Not that he missed her... that would be absurd.

He knew that she would be returning, but Jareth was not concerned with whatever time that it would be. She had explained air-travel, and her means of getting to and from the station that docked said flying devices... but he was not a part of any of those plans, after they had found that cars had made him feel ill. Enclosed in metal was too much, even with his amulet to protect him.

Having been out for a walk, Jareth was unaware that Sarah had returned, or was currently unpacking in her bedroom. He had been focusing his thoughts completely elsewhere, to really listen for any sort of indication that she had been in the room, before opening the door. Had he known, he would have knocked, and waited like a gentleman.

Which, given the sight of her, would have been a much better situation.

"Sarah." He managed to get out, his eyes acting of their own accord, against all sense of propriety and raked over her form, and the generous amount of skin that was exposed. Quickly regaining his composure, Jareth cleared his throat, averted his eyes, "I'll step out for a moment..." Turning, Jareth's mind was already racing, try as he might to be prudent.

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Jenn & Katherine || Paris

Paris...Katherine couldn't help but smile. She had always loved this town. She felt safe in Paris. She could finally relax. She turned her head and looked at her girlfriend. She had known that Jennifer had never been to Paris, so she went with her. She linked her fingers with Jenns and grinned. "I love you"