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this scene from my big bang fic is one of my favourite things i think i have ever written, honestly!
Loving Robert was easy, when they’d get it right.
It felt as easy as breathing sometimes, if Aaron was being completely honest. He’d never felt like this before, not about anyone. He’d been in love, of course, god had he been in love, and he’d had his heart broken to the pint where he wondered if it was even fixable, but this, loving Robert?
It was like nothing he’d ever known.
“I still don’t get why you love this so much,” Aaron commented, tugging his jacket closer around him. Winter was finally turning to spring, the icy cold that had taken a hold of Paris since November finally easing, bringing rainy days, and more sunshine. The evenings were still cold though, and it was close to midnight now, the two of them sat under the Eiffel Tower.
Robert had insisted on a picnic. He’d packed a backpack of crisps, and posh sandwiches (from Marks and Spencer, because Robert was nothing if not a Brit who refused to integrate into the French way of life, holding onto his home comforts like a comfort blanket) and stuck in a blanket and a few bottles of wine, determined to make a night out of the first nice evening the city had had in weeks, weather wise.
“It’s magical,” Robert rolled his eyes, polishing off the last of his bag of crisps. “It’s Paris, at midnight.”
“We could be enjoying Paris, at midnight, in bed.”
“But then we wouldn’t have a view like this,” Robert gestured, the Eiffel Tower a looming structure in front of them. It was impressive, Aaron could admit that much, but there was only so many times it was exciting to watch it light up at midnight.
“Just take a video of it, and watch it in bed,” Aaron retorted, leaning back on his elbows. He was bone tired, having just come off seven straight days in work, covering Henri’s sick leave.
“It’s all about the atmosphere though,” Robert countered, shifting so he was leaning over Aaron, eyes bright against the backdrop of the Parisian night sky. He was so beautiful, Aaron noted, all blond hair and freckles, the kind of person he’d never dreamed would so much as look twice at him.
“And what’s so good about the atmosphere here?”
“It’s romantic, isn’t it? I told you before, Paris is the only place anyone should ever fall in love,” Robert said. “Doesn’t it feel special? You and me, in the most romantic city in the world - watching the Eiffel Tower at midnight. It’s like something out of a movie!”
“It’s not though.”
“No, it’s better than that,” Robert shook his head, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Aaron’s mouth. “It’s real life.”
Aaron shook his head at Robert’s dramatic declarations, shifting over on the blanket as Robert leaned back too, the two of them shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the last few minutes to tick by until midnight.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Robert asked.
Aaron gave a slight shrug. “I didn’t used to,” he admitted, thinking of all those times in his life he’d been so determined to end it, so convinced he didn’t want to see out another day, another week, another month.
He hadn’t felt like that in a long, long time.
“Me neither,” Robert hummed his agreement. “I used to be terrified of it, the idea of the future, spending the rest of my life in one place - with one person.”
“And now?”
“Now?” Robert beamed at him, illuminated by the bright lights of the Eiffel Tower as it came to life. “Now I can see myself sitting right here, in ten years time, still in love with you.”
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