The City of Love
PHOTO PROMPT WRITING CHALLENGE–Round 1
PAIRING: John x Reader
PARTNERS: @faegal04, @ruuuuuskimychica, @waywardlullabies
WARNINGS: AU, FLUFF (seriously, might go into a sugar coma after this one), smut, tiny bit of angst there at the end.
WORD COUNT: 6180 (WOW, this one got away from me.)
SUMMARY: You’ve been with John for a while now, but he’s still able to show you that he is full of surprises.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: First off, let me apologize for posting this late.
It’s because of who I am as a person. Second, I have not been to Paris (yet) but it’s on the list. Anything here has been fact-checked by Google, and seriously, thank God for the Google Translate app. Like the reader, I do not speak French, so if you do, I apologize for butchering your language. Like I said, I’ve never been to Paris, so just pretend all these things are in walking distance from each other, okay? :)
“Just give me a hint.”
A low chuckle was the only answer you received. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes narrowing as you took in the tall, dark, and handsome man across the room. He lifted his eyes to you and gave you a wink, and you rolled your eyes. You climbed onto the bed, sitting on your knees, and when he walked over, you laid your hands on his shoulders. His hands went to your waist, and he lifted his head, already anticipating what you were going to say.
“I’m not telling you where we’re going.”
He laughed, kissing your forehead, then walking back to his closet. You crossed your arms over your chest.
“How am I supposed to know what to pack if you don’t
tell me where we’re going?”
“I’ve told you what to pack.”
You rolled your eyes.
“You said, ‘it’s cool there.’ That could mean a multitude of places, John. And just in case you haven’t noticed, your definition of ‘cool’ is a lot different than mine, you human space heater.”
John threw his head back and laughed, then walked back to the bed and took your face in his hands, kissing your lips. You gave a soft whimper, arms wrapping around him, and when he leaned back, you looked up into his dark eyes. He smiled, moving one hand to brush the hair off your forehead.
“You know I do.”
“Then know I wouldn’t do you wrong. I’m not going to let you freeze. Think autumn, and that’s all I’m going to say.”
He kissed your forehead, then walked away, back to his closet. You let out a sigh, then moved to stretch out on the bed.
“Is it New England? Are you finally taking me to see
the leaves change?”
“Pack, woman. Flight leaves early in the morning.”
You grumbled nonsense words under your breath, then sat up, shaking your hair over your shoulders.
“At least I know to dress for an airplane ride.”