Eighteen

Dean and I walk down town during this beautiful, clear night. The air is brisk and essences of croissants. As we walk, I can hear what sounds like an acoustic guitar playing lovely french tunes. Although, I'm positive that it's a french instrument rather than a guitar. What are those called again?
Holding Dean's hand, I momentarily watch his character while I admire him. His hair is softly brushing back from the breeze, his eyes glistening from the city lights. He catches me watching him, resulting his grin to increase.
"What?" He chuckles obliviously.
I smile. "Nothing." My hand swings his in mine. "I'm just glad you took me here tonight. Thank you."
If he hadn't taken me down to the Eiffel Tower tonight, then he would've never opened up to me. I appreciate that he did, though. I never knew about his past nor his intentions from trying to keep me distant. For once, I've actually experienced his fear. Just when I thought this man couldn't surprise me more, he proves me wrong.
He grins and turns his gaze ahead of us. We walk through a traditional village with crowded buildings and busy sidewalks. The street lights lighting up the scene is quite elegant for the mood. It's no wonder how Paris earned it's icon for romance.
I feel Dean gently tug my hand towards a small shop on our right. Obediently, I allow him to guide me into the small store.
The first thing I notice is lingerie. Then more lingerie and more lingerie. There are all kinds of styles ranging from lace to silk. The majority of the colors are black and red.
My eyes then draw towards the walls where unfamiliar tools hang. There are long strands of fabric and handcuffs that display in stocks. Beside them are blindfolds and whips.
After stopping in place, I naturally glance at Dean to see his reaction. Did he even know what we walked into?
He smirks down at me like he's developing some devious plan in his head.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Dean? What are we doing here?" My hand releases his.
"Well," He begins. "I thought we'd check out a few things here." His eyes examine the place. "Some of these I would like to see on you."
I glance at the sets of corsets and bodysuits. "You mean lingerie?" I ask as my eyes switch back to him. I've now come more at ease with the idea. Afterall, it wouldn't be the first time I've worn lingerie in front of him.
He laces his fingers onto his lower back while stepping backwards. He smirks at me. "Yes, but some other things too."
A smile slips my lips. "Other things?" I step forward so that I follow him. "What kind of other things?" I quiz.
It's easy to detect that he's hinting at me that he'd like to use some of these toys in here on me. Of course he would. It's his specialty.
His eyes gesture towards the wall as he considers exactly what he wants. I stare at the direction he's observing.
There's a display of floggers, ankle cuffs, bondage, and collars. They are all designed in black leather. Some things here, I am familiar with. Others, I'm quite sure. I've never been completely into kinky stuff, but the idea of it always seemed nice, especially recently.
While inhaling deeply, I glance back at him. He hasn't removed his eyes from the wall. I then consider if I should say what I'm about to say or not. Somehow, the words slip from my lips, "Go ahead."
He smiles at me before heading towards the wall.
Oh boy, what have I done?
Some of these toys I wouldn't mind using, others seem a bit questionable. However, I just gave him consent to buy whatever he would like to utilize on me. Hopefully, he has good taste.
Coming to think of it, I've enjoyed everything he has done when we would have sex. There's not one thing I haven't liked. I should be fine.
I walk towards him and stare at all of the sadistic choices. He then grabs a pair of handcuffs from the wall. Except, these aren't metallic. They're black leather with small circles connected to each loop.
I tilt my head and ask, "What is that?"
He glances at me from the odd leather and explains, "They're restraint bondage cuffs. They tie around your upper-thighs and wrists."
I bite my lip while staring at it. "So I won't be able to move?"
He gulps hard while intensely watching me. "Yes."
After imagining what it would be like, I nod slowly. That doesn't seem too bad. I think I would enjoy that.
His eyes get distracted by the stock of lingerie beside him. He stares at it for a moment before removing a hanger from the rack. His hand holds up a one piece that's made up of straps. The picture on the tag shows a woman with the piece on her, a strand of black lace running down each of her breasts from around her neck. In between the two laces are strings that hold the two pieces together. The back reveals the strings wrapping around her lower waist and into her bum.
"I would like to fuck you in this." He mentions while holding the piece up still.
I consider it for a moment. "Alright. If that's what you would like."
"Would you be okay with that?" He asks considerably.
I grin while nodding my head. "I'm up for anything new." I inform. "Alright, what's next?"
* * *
"You know, someone is going to notice that we've been out for this long." I causally admit as we stroll along the sidewalk. Dean carries two pink bags in one hand while his other holds mine. I insisted on carrying the other bag on my wrist as I eat a croissant.
"Nah, I don't think they'll notice." He shrugs.
We sit down on a bench that views the Eiffel tower. It's stunning from this point. The black sky allows the the lights on the tower to glow brightly.
"We've been gone for two hours." I chuckle before biting into my croissant.
Speaking of which, what time is it anyway?
"That's alright. If someone notices us gone we can just tell them that you went to get medicine and I just went out for fresh air." He shrugs.
I smile while watching myself tear a piece of the pastry apart. "Everything is just so easy for you, isn't it?" I hand him the piece of croissant and eat the last piece.
He grabs it with a smile. "Well, of course, miss White. I always effortlessly get what I what want without question." He tosses it into his mouth.
I press my lips into a hard line while shaking my head. "I don't think that's true." I challenge.
His eyebrows shoot up on his amused expression. "Really? Didn't I get you?"
For some reason, I blush. "You win."
"Yes I did." He mutters and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I position my head so that our lips meet. Softly, I absorb his kiss. I then pull myself away and smile at him. He smiles back.
"I'm glad you opened up to me today." I whisper just inches away from him.
He grins. "You deserve to know." He mutters quietly.
My fingertips gently caress the side of his face. This man is so beautiful. What did I do to earn this perfect man?
"Can we stay here forever?" I softly plead with a wide smile.
"I wish we could." His arm wraps around me and pulls me close to him.
For now, all we have is tonight before we return home and go back to reality tomorrow.
I pull out my phone to check the time. It reads 12:23 AM. Blake's message still remains in my inbox.
It would be rude to ignore him. I decide to reply with, "Hey! Sorry, I've been busy. It's beautiful here. I love it."
After the message is sent, Dean asks, "Who are you texting?"
My eyes switch up to his as I shut my phone off. "Julie." I lie.
I know how much he has it out for Blake. If he knew I was texting him, it would ruin the night.
I quickly change the subject. "I think we should leave. We have to get up early for the plane." I sigh.
He momentarily regards me. He then nods his head. "Let's go."
* * *
We've finally boarded the plane. Mr. Dominant managed to access my seat beside him in first class because he doesn't know how to stay away from me for some hours. I told him it looked bad. Of course, he doubted me.
"What was your excuse?" I ask while attempting my best to force my heavy luggage into the storage bin above our seats. My shoulders begin to burn from the effort.
Dean stands behind me in the aisle. "Not an excuse." He corrects while pushing my luggage into the bin. "I told them that someone reliable needed to watch over you. You know, after your incident." He closes the bin.
I turn to face him while folding my arms. "My incident? Dean, you know I'm fine. I still think it looks a bit suspicious. And what is everyone else going to think of me anyways? Sensitive? Pathetic? Spoiled?" I slap my arms down at my side while shaking my head before sitting down.
He sits next to me, allowing me to have the window seat. "You overthink everything. It's fine." He gently persuades.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever."
I'm too tired to fight with him. It's five in the morning and I only contained about four hours of sleep. Hopefully I'll get gain some rest here.
My phone suddenly buzzes in my pocket. When I pull it out, it's a message from Blake. It must be around eight in the morning there.
"Glad to hear you're enjoying your stay. When do you come back?" His message reads.
I grin down at my phone. "We're on the plane now. Why? Miss me already?" I tease.
A minute later, he jokes, "Yes, terribly. What will I ever do without you, Rosie?"
I giggle at his text and begin typing back.
"Texting Julie again?" Dean eyes me cautiously.
I gradually glance up at him from my phone and contemplate if I should tell him the truth or not. I'd really hate to lie to him again, but if he knew, he'd be furious.
What do I do?
"Yes. It's Julie again." I gulp down the truth.
He nods his head before sliding his earbuds in. He then closes his eyes while resting his head against the seat.
He's tired too. He must have gained less amount of sleep than I did.
My phone buzzes again. I smile.
* * *
I hadn't realized that Blake and I have been talking this entire trip. It's been about four hours now. Because I'm in an airplane, I had to use wi-fi in order to talk to him through a social app. Thank God for airplane mode.
I enjoy messaging him, though. He's very entertaining during this boring flight. Dean has been sleeping the entire ride, so Blake is the only one I can really talk to.
I set my phone down in my seat and head towards the bathroom. As I do, I think about Dean. He's made this trip experience a lot better than I thought he would. Of course, I was stressing out about us getting caught, but it didn't take long for me to settle down. I wonder if he knows how much I appreciate him. He's been so kind and romantic this entire time. Have I shown him my gratitude? I must do so when I get back.
That's it! I can tell him how much I love him.
I stop once I'm in the bathroom. I've not really admit that to myself. Do I love him?
Back at the hotel, he told me that he loves me and all I could do was kiss him. I think I wasn't ready then. Perhaps I am now?
It's ridiculous how those three small words can feel so awkward and uncomfortable to me. I don't know if I love him or not. It's only been about almost three months, going on four here in December next month. Afterall, he did say it and I didn't. Shouldn't I too?
I should, but that's only if I truly feel it. I think I do, but the thought of it feels unusual. Maybe it's because this relationship stuff is all new to me.
I begin to walk back towards my seat.
That's it. I'm going to tell him how I feel. I do love him. He deserves to know.
I return to my seat while smiling. When I stop in front of Dean to tell him the good news, he's frowning at me while holding my phone in his lap.
"You've been texting Blake?" He snaps.