thanks for the memories -- "

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

Xavier pouted. "Are you mad at me," he blinked. She looked mad. Xavier was not as perceptive as Darcy was, he usually never noticed anything unless it was in front of his face. Had she expected him to stop Grant from doing anything rash? Because trying to stop Grant seemed like jumping in front of a bulldozer while he was in this foul mood. He hoped they would at least reach a compromise so the fun could finally begin! He smiled. "Well, if you insist," he winked and stood up, gesturing for her to get onto the dance floor as well before disappearing. He grabbed the first girl that caught his attention and pulled her into the strobe lights. He didn't envy Grant in the slightest, not like he had when the boy had poured his heart out to him, because Xavier was really made for this life. At least for now. He had no plans of ever wanting to settle down with a stable girlfriend until someone was good enough to change his mind.

Fleur was about to start walking away when it took Grant so long to answer. She didn't want to be with him if he had any doubts. She refused the idea, no matter how much she wanted too. But then his arms wrapped around her and he spoke softly, deliberately. A wary smile grew on her face the more he spoke and by the time he finished, it was genuine. "I think she's going to try really hard," she replied honestly, then kissed him. "But you're going to have to work your a** off, got it? You have a lot to prove," she warned in between kisses, pulling him towards the hotel. She wanted to get up to their room.

She grabbed his hand, walking purposefully through the lobby. She saw the concierge's eyebrow raise slightly as he took inventory of the girl dragging Grant inside. Funny how what he told the custom's employee as a joke, turned out to be true. But right now she didn't want to have to worry about home. But at the same time: she wanted to pour out every fear she had on paper, even if she couldn't move her pen. She opened the room door, closed it, then pulled him in for a kiss again.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Darcy could never be mad at Xavier. Not when one of the biggest shopping seasons was coming up quickly. And besides, he tended to be her best friend. She hoped that Fleur and Grant had figured everything out. It would be better for everyone if everyone was on good terms. She made a note to check on Fleur the next morning in case the female got lucky. Darcy turned and danced with the pack of tourist boys. She wasn’t so keen on dividing and conquering a group of boys but she could do it if she put her mind to it. Darcy smirked and chose the ginger boy as her first target. Might as well go after her own hair color. And he was cute. What a bonus! It didn’t take long before they were making plans to go back to his hotel and getting a few more drinks in them. Darcy leaned in and captured his lips and giving him quite the convincing kiss. He seemed like a decent guy and gave her a few butterflies in her tummy. Though, much like Xavier, Darcy had no plans to settle down.

Fleur was so silly. It felt good for Grant to see his favorite girl smiling and happy with him. They loved each other and nothing made him happier. It was good that they were both willing to try. Grant was sure that he could do it with her faith. He smirked down at her between her sweet kisses, “I pledge to work my a** off. I have a cute a** don’t I? Everyone says so.” He laughed and let him pull her back towards the hotel.

Grant winked at the concierge as they passed him, hand in hand. The other guy had seen him in every imaginable state that day and Grant wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His attention turned back on Fleur and tightly grasped her hand. He would never let her go and he loved the idea of that. Grant smirked again when Fleur shut the door behind them and immediately attacked him in kisses. God, he loved Fleur. Grant kissed her back before leaning down and scooping her up and carrying her over to their beds. He laid her down and crawled over her before kissing her again. “Where’d you get this dress? I like it, it clings to practically everything…” He gave her another one of his signature smirks before he kissed her again and tossed himself back onto his pillows. “I love Fleur de Force.” It sounded fun and strange on his tongue. He laughed and poked Fleur in the side.






ooc: outfits
ew short. /sad
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

Fleur laughed. "Don't flatter yourself," she craned her neck to get a good look at his a**. "It's alright, I suppose," she teased.

She rested her head against the pillow and smirked as he crawled over her, leaning down to kiss her. "Mm, glad you like it. I'm gonna keep some help taking it off. Darcy lent it to me and I think she'd murder me if I wrinkled it," she laughed. She thanked Darcy a million times in her head. The girl was psychic, Fleur mused to herself, or just a fantastic reader of people. Fleur had never been good at that sort of thing, obviously. She never knew what you were feeling unless you opened your mouth and said it, which always lead to a lot of conflict at times. She turned on her side and smiled impishly. "I'm pleased to know you enjoy saying it so much," she said, resting her head next to his side. She looked up at the ceiling as the room as only illuminated from the moon and two dim lamps on either side of the suite. "Do you get scared about the future sometimes?" Her voice had turned small. Staring at the ceiling made her think about what was above it and how huge the sky was. And how her, little 5ft 3 Fleur, was supposed to conquer anything under it. She couldn't even muster the courage to confront Grant completely until now. She wondered silently how easy her life might've been if she had grown a pair before Paris. Or maybe it would've been a disaster.

She turned over and hovered over him, her knees straddling his hips as she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. She loved being able to do that without it feeling like an immense weight was being pressed onto her chest. It was still there, because Fleur was wary of Grant and she didn't think the feeling would go away anytime soon (particularly tomorrow, where'd they go roaming the streets and she'd get to see how long he'd actually last being taken) but she was working on it. Did she even want to go to New York? She had been planning it since she was a child. She wanted to be a writer. Nothing more, nothing less. But if she did: wouldn't she want to write? Instead of cringing at the very idea of putting pen to paper and letting the words come out.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Grant smirked. His cockiness told him he never flattered himself. He simply smirked and winked at Fleur. She always checked him out anyway. It would be easy to help her out with the dress, but he wasn’t in a rush to rip it off her petite frame. Grant was perfectly fine teasing Fleur and making her wait. “Mmm, I do like it indeed. I can help with the removal.” He leaned over and planted kisses Fleur’s shoulder as he reached around and unzipped the sparkly gold number. He let go so Fleur was free to do what she wished with the dress. Darcy would be able to pick it up tomorrow morning. If she wasn’t pissed at Grant for whatever reason. Darcy was a strange girl and frankly, Grant was a bit intimidated. She was a stronger flirt than both Grant and Fleur were.

Grant closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into the comfort of his pillows. He focused on Fleur’s easy breathing and raised an eyebrow when she asked about the future. Grant opened his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t so sure about his future. He knew that he was going to college in New York and Fleur was going to but she had a plan on what she wanted to do. Grant had spent most of his teenage summers working as a lifeguard to save money for whatever. The job opportunity gave him useful skills like CPR but the only use he had found was when some random, cute girls decide to fake drown. It had been dangerous but they had ended up having a hot makeout session and going out to a party after his shift. The only downside to the summers had been his summer had been practically bleached blonde from the sun.

Grant had no idea where he would end up in the future. He finally responded, “Yeah, the future scares me sometimes. It scares me all the time.” He ran a hand through Fleur’s hair as he spoke. Grant thought over his answer and suddenly did not feel so comfortable anymore. He shifted in his position and slouched against the headboard of the bed and pulled Fleur up a bit so she would be comfortable with her head on his side. “Does the future scare you?” She seemed to be worried about something. On Fleur, her feelings were easily read. She displayed everything on her face yet Grant had never noticed that she loved him.

He let relaxation wash over him as Fleur turned over and straddled his hips as she kissed him. Grant leaned into her kisses and kissed her back before flipping her over and hovering above her. He leaned down and kissed her lips before he tugged at her dress and nipped at her jaw and earlobe. “Is everything alright? You seem…preoccupied.”



ooc:
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

She grinned as he kissed her shoulder, unzipping the dress. She stood up and shimmied out of it, turning her back to him to take off her bra and pull on a nightshirt and shorts. She crawled back onto bed, closing her eyes as she made herself comfortable again. He spoke, answering her questions, and she nodded slightly. She completely understood. Even though she knew what she wanted more than anything else, the point was that it was hard. And she didn't know if she could do hard. She didn't know if she could suck it up and push through whatever was blocking her or if she was going to just stay like this forever.

"Scare me? It terrifies me," she tried to laugh, but it came out as a grimace. She hated not knowing what was going to happen. She could hardly stand it! Grant nipped at her earlobe and she giggled at the pressure. But then he pulled away and looked at her and she knew. She could never keep anything secret from Grant. "I haven't written a word since I got my acceptance letter. I think i'm broken," she laughed humorlessly. "I don't even think I can do it anymore." It was as if she knew what she had to do, but she had completely forgotten how to do it in the first place. She didn't want to focus on this right now, just Grant under her fingertips and the sheer fact that he was going to stay there. But all she could think about was ink.

She sighed, letting her finger trace patterns on his thigh. "It seems like i'm going to get to New York and not know what to do with myself," she shrugged. "But i'm definitely not preoccupied on anything but you," she said honestly, because all she wanted to do was kiss him again and forget about this conversation

ooc: URGH, so short. /shot

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Grant playfully pouted as Fleur pushed away from him to change. He had certainly seen more than her back in the past. “You are a bit of a tease, Fleur.” He grinned and poked her again just to annoy her. He wrapped an arm loosely around her middle once she joined him again on the bed and ran a hand through her silky hair. It was somewhat teased with hairspray and he liked the subtle scent of it.

He listened intently as Fleur spoke. Grant hugged her tighter, as if to hug the fears out of her. He was vaguely familiar with some of Fleur’s written works. Honestly, he had taken the time to read a few and he thought that she was fantastic. The writing was intriguing and made the topic personal to the reader. There was no way that his super writer was broken. “I highly doubt that you are broken in any way. You can do it, you are fantastic.” He squeezed her side. Even though Fleur had confessed to what her thoughts were, she still seemed slightly worried. His reassurances were surely not going to be of any help to her. Fleur liked to think independently and he couldn’t help her whatsoever.

New York was still a dream. Grant had been accepted to NYU just because the admittance board had loved him and his charmed and liked his taste for math and general problem solving. Owning hotels or just working a job that had puzzles seemed like a pretty good lifestyle for Grant. He didn’t think much further for the future for him. Any thought of it made him back off and go find something else to preoccupy his mind.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound filling the room was their breathing. A smirk streaked across his lips as Grant thought of something. He sat up suddenly and held himself up above Fleur. “You know how artists and writers need inspiration? Well they do, and they usually find it in other people. They usually turn to drugs because they are crazy but you are not crazy. You’re not crazy at all.” Grant kissed her lips tenderly to placate her while he picked the right words to say. And by right words, he meant the perfect words to convince her. “Since you’re not crazy, let me be your inspiration. People got inspiration from having sex, y’know.” He winked when he finally got his point across. Grant did not give Fleur much of a chance to reply before he was attacking her with kisses and even started pulling off his own shirt. He scoffed at her with a smile, “You’re not preoccupied with me, babe. You’re preoccupied with my cute a**.” Grant threw his shirt somewhere in the room before he hovered of Fleur once more to gently kiss her lips.



ooc:
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

Fleur smiled softly as he pulled her close and reassured her. It felt good hearing it and surprisingly, eased her nerves more than she would've expected. Maybe it was the silent, subtle nudge that when she left to New York, Grant was going to be right behind her. Fate was funny that way, sending them to Paris and then making sure that they both were ending up in the same city. It was giving them a chance to sort out their s**t and see if they'd ever even last. She'd find out in the morning, she supposed.

Suddenly, Grant rolled over and hovered over her, a smirk painting his lips. God, she loved those lips. She raised an eyebrow as he spoke, a smile spreading across her lips. It was infectious, his good mood tonight, and she couldn't even imagine moping around for too long. Darcy was right, it didn't suit her. "Yeah...," she could already see where the boy was going with this as he kissed her. Who knew Grant better than she did? He always told her every feeling she had was completely obvious on her face but sometimes, she could say the same for him. He kissed her again and again and she sighed contently, a small noise coming from the back of her throat as his lips hit a sensitive spot under her ear. "I've missed your subtlety," she giggled before letting her hands trail down his chest and to the button of his jeans, slowly, languidly undoing them. She was no in hurry and she planned on teasing him as much as he did her. Once the button was popped, she lifted her hands up and into his hair, never breaking away from his lips the entire time. He pressed her deep into the covers and she slid off her clothing piece by piece.

-- time skip --

Fleur woke up because sunlight was being slammed into her face. She opened one eye and saw a sculpted chest, a bellybutton, sheets. She opened the other eye and it was Grant lying next to her, arm thrown over her waist and the other behind his head, fast asleep. She smiled softly and watched him for a moment. It was still a little surprising to her that this had actually happened. She had imagined herself moving on from Grant, leaving him behind, just because she couldn't stand watching him with girl after girl. And now, she was lying naked next to him and his declaration of love freshly imprinted into her mind. Damn. "Morning," she kissed him gently.

Xavier, on the other hand, was waking up to a stranger next to him, up in the penthouse. She was blonde and slim, the only article of clothing on her a scarf still tied around her neck. He smiled warily and stood up, not even bothering to pull on some clothing before going into the kitchen to fix something up for himself. The blonde girl woke up a few moments later, stepping out in his robe which she had probably found on the hook behind the door. "Morning," he grinned and she blushed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, morning," she practically squeaked, and Xavier took quick mental notes. American. Nothing like Fleur's so he supposed she wasn't from California. He didn't know how American accents worked. She was wispy and small and her name started with an...S. Or a M? Ah, well. "I should...I should get going," she said quickly and he nodded, smiling graciously. "Of course," he gestured grandiosely to the neatly folded pile of her clothing on the couch and she sighed in relief. She dressed quickly, glancing at him every so often and flushing again at the fact he wasn't wearing any clothing, and left. He pulled his robe on and grabbed his phone.

TO: Darcy
FROM: Xavier

We shall explore with the lovebirds today?
Or leave them to their business?

It was strange that Fleur and Grant had only been around for a few days. It seemed like he'd met them ages ago.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Fleur was clearly always amused by him. And she liked to talk sass. Grant smirked against their kisses and ran through a mental list of the spots that would tease Fleur the most. “I am quite skilled at being subtle.” He laughed and twitched to keep from laughing when she ran his hands down his chest and stomach. Grant was awfully ticklish on his tummy and Fleur may or may not have been aware of it. They leaned easily into the covers and began their night together.

- timeskip -

Grant groaned as the sunlight shined through the windows and assaulted his face. He shifted and flipped over onto his tummy to avoid the sunlight. He peeked through his eyelids at Fleur and noticed that she was awake. A sleepy smile graced his face and Grant wrapped his arms around Fleur. “Good morning to you too, Fleur. I still love you.” Grant yawned and settled his head into the crook between Fleur’s shoulder and neck. He kissed her shoulder and shut his eyes as he assessed his situation. He was currently naked in his bed and cuddling with Fleur. The night before he had declared his love for her and they had talked for a bit. It had ended with them having sex because of an idea on his part. Grant smelled briefly of the cologne he had applied to his body the night before and he also smelled of Fleur, or whatever scent she had put on before going to the club. He was in need of a shower. “I am going to shower because I stink and I’m not going to risk killing you with my morning breath.” Grant untangled himself from Fleur’s warm body and his twisted sheets. It had surely been a good night. Grant stood in all his naked glory and stretched before walking to the bathroom. He turned on the shower to warm up the water while he quickly brushed his teeth. The minute he finished brushing his teeth, Grant stepped into the hot shower and started scrubbing soap onto his body.

Darcy snuggled deeper into the foreign sheets that covered her body. A few more seconds passed before her eyes fluttered open and took in her surroundings. She was definitely not in her bed or even her apartment and there was evidence of her being in a hotel room. Darcy sat up and pushed her hair away from her face as she looked down at the sleeping guy next to her. A few memories or her dancing and making out with the guy next to she came to mind but she didn’t really take them into account as the fogginess of a hangover overcame her. Darcy grabbed the thin sheet on the ground and wrapped it around herself before she began to poke around for her dress, shoes, and bag. It had seemed that the guy’s roommate had returned sometime in the night. Darcy shrugged and hoped that neither would wake up before she could escape. Upon finding her dress, she hastily dropped the sheet and slipped into her dress before securing the rest of her belongings. Now it was time for her walk of shame. Hotels always had so many witnesses. She bent her head down as she walked through the hotel and exited to the mid-morning streets of Paris. Darcy pinpointed her own location and cut through shortcuts to get home. She pulled down her fire escape ladder and easily made the climb into her bedroom window.

Darcy has just finished her shower and wrapped a towel around herself when her phone buzzed with a text. Didn’t the text-er realize that it was a little early for communication? Especially when Darcy was nursing a mild hangover? She picked up her phone and slowly read through Xavier’s text. His conquest of the night had probably just left. She hit the reply button and tapped out a quick message:

New Message:
TO: Xavier
FROM: Darcy
Exploring sounds good. Fleur and I planned to shop soon anyway.
I’ll meet you in the lobby. x

Darcy hit send and pulled a comb through her hair. It was bouncing back into her natural waves and curls, a style that would suit her for today. She pulled on a maroon sweater, black jeans, and heels before arranging a scarf around her neck and fixing up her makeup. Darcy stuffed her phone and touch up makeup in her black handbag before leaving her apartment and making her way to the hotel. She entered the hotel and perched herself on one of the couches to flip through the daily magazines.

Grant exited the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Hey Fleur, what do you want to do today?”



ooc:
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

She smiled softly at his words, saying them softly as if she would've thought their conversation last night was some sort of drunken haze. She had entertained the idea of it for a moment the night before but she'd seen Grant drunk on numerous occasions and he was much more dramatic than that in that state. She kissed his temple and shifted slightly as he got up. She grinned. "Mmm, hurry up. I'd love a shower," she mumbled, still in a sleepy haze. This was Fleur every time she woke up, it took her while to start functioning properly again. She was like a cat, stretching and curling up again until she was content enough with the current situation to actually let her feet touch the floor. He stood up and stretched and she smiled coyly as she lifted her eyebrows and checked him out as he walked to the bathroom. Nothing she hadn't seen before, but impressive nonetheless.

Xavier ate his breakfast alone, the TV turned up high even though he wasn't watching it and felt a little pang of loneliness in his chest. He hadn't lived with his father since he was a kid, considering the man was constantly traveling. His mother was a figure in his life but only in spirit, since she had died when he was only a baby. Step-mothers came in and out and in and out but he never cared for them and didn't pay attention when they tried to coddle him. He was a grown man, nineteen years old, legal in France, but still. Sometimes he wanted more of a permanent fixture. Darcy was as permanent as it got, along with her sister and family. They took him in most of the time and she ended up having dinner at her house most holidays since his father usually just sent in a card.

TO: Darcy
FROM: Xavier

Bon, je vais les faire aujourd'hui.

TO: Fleur
FROM: Xavier

We're coming from you.
You and Boy Toy better not be naked by the time I get there.

When Fleur got the message, she grinned. She quite enjoyed hanging out with Xavier, and she appreciated her new found friendship with Darcy. It had simply been a few days but it already felt like she was going to be so sad to leave them. Grant walked out and she finally stood up, yawning slightly. "Xavier and Darcy are coming to steal us. He's not even bother to knock so I better hurry," she laughed and jumped inside the bathroom, closing it. She took a luxurious shower (hot water never stopped feeling amazing against her skin) then went back into the room with a towel wrapped around her frame. She went through her things and pulled on an outfit before turning to Grant and kissing him lightly. "By the way, I love you too."

Xavier burst in and grinned smugly. They had obviously reconciled, seeing as how Grant stood there with simply a towel around his waist looking all happy and smug. "Le matin, les oiseaux d'amour, désolé d'interrompre votre sexe après. C'est habituellement ma partie préférée, mais nous allons explorer aujourd'hui et je ne peux pas vous avez deux bavant tous les uns sur les autres. Maladroit, non?" She blinked at him and threw a pillow. "Just asking if you're ready to go," he said innocently.

ooc: alright, i'll get them now. <---- translation #1
Morning, love birds, sorry to interrupt your after sex. It's usually my favorite part, but we're going to explore today and I can't have you two slobbering all over each other. Awkward, no? <---- translation #2
outfit.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Grant shook his hair out once he stepped out of the shower. Fleur could have simply joined him in the shower. It would have made bathing sexier. He could really be so dirty minded sometimes. But no one could deny that shower sex was good. Grant did love Fleur so that counted for something. And she liked to check him out either way. Grant smiled to himself and ran a brush through his hair as he listened to Fleur speak. He raised an eyebrow at Fleur but shrugged his shoulders either way. He did not mind hanging around with Darcy and Xavier. Grant just had to apologize to Darcy for simply ditching her the day before. Grant smiled down at Fleur and kissed her back. He was willing to test the time constraints before Xavier showed up but the other guy showed up seconds before Grant could attempt to rip off Fleur’s towel. He shook his head with a laugh at Xavier and moved around Fleur to find some clothes to change into. “Stop checking out my a**, Xavier. I already know it’s cute.” Grant turned around and dropped his towel before pulling on boxers, jeans, a striped long sleeve, and a black vest. He let himself wonder what they could possibly see that day as he pulled on socks and his converse
.
Darcy rummaged through her bag as her phone buzzed again with a text. Xavier was cold enough to just barge in on their new lovebirds while they were reconciling. She rolled her eyes at the text and didn’t bother to reply. All three of her companions would be joining her in due time. She stood and dragged herself to the hotel restaurant to grab a croissant and a large cup of strong black coffee. She paid the waitress before she received her white paper bag filled with croissants and a carry mug of coffee. Darcy would help herself to one of the croissants then hand the rest of them to her friends. Grant and Fleur probably hadn’t eaten if Xavier was waking them up this early. Xavier’s habits were a bit hard to predict but if he was hungry he could have them as well. Darcy picked up another store’s catalogue off one of the lobby desks and flipped through it. If Xavier didn’t hurry up, she would probably make him buy her all of Chanel and a new Burberry trench coat. Darcy was somewhat impatient when she was on the verge of a shopping trip.

Grant was pretty sure that whatever Xavier had said in French was probably not what he translated. His French statement had been too long and the translation way too short. Either way, Grant couldn’t verify since he didn’t know any of the language and wouldn’t be able to repeat whatever Xavier had just said. Nothing from the statement had stuck to his mind. “Fleur, let’s go. I’m hungry and unless you want to stay in this hotel room all day, we have to go now.” He smiled after his statement and winked at her. Grant’s wink should have translated that he wouldn’t mind staying in the hotel room all day with her. He had no reason to go out except for the fact that Xavier and Darcy had invited them out. It would be a double date if Darcy and Xavier were dating. The idea seemed odd since neither of them showed the slightest interest in each other. Grant picked up his phone and wallet and slipped them into his back pocket. He moved to the door and opened it to wait to hold the door open for Fleur.




ooc: grant's outfit, darcy's outfit
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

"The only a** i'm checking out is Fleur's , Russell," he tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. But the boy's lips were curved into the ghost of a smile to let him know not to take it seriously. Xavier definitely wasn't pursuing Fleur anymore what happened to that guy at the club last night. He preferred his face bruise free and beautiful.

Fleur playfully glared at Grant. "When'd you get so bossy," she grinned. Social interaction was probably best, but she could agree with Grant's unspoken sentiment. She definitely wouldn't complain about staying in the hotel room all day if it meant being in there with Grant. Dating him, really dating him, was like discovering a limb that was there all along, and she poked and prodded it mentally, trying to make sense of it. She was dating her best friend and it felt wonderful, for now. And it was the fact that it was her closest friend that made her happy because he knew her better than she knew herself most times. Just like she knew much more about him than he knew about himself. The fact that he had just admitted to being an idiot last night proved that. He'd been an idiot plenty of times before, she thought with affection. Fleur grabbed her bag and smiled at Grant before walking out and into the elevator.

"We're going to wander, if you're wondering. Explore a little bit," Xavier smiled, a dimple showing on the side of his lips as the elevator dropped to the lobby. He could already imagine his best friend sitting there, counting the minutes she had to wait as the number of things he was going to have to buy there when she and Fleur went shopping. Oh well, what was he going to do? Sometimes he got a little bit afraid that Darcy was simply his friend for his money, but then he told himself that was ridiculous. He was much too charming to be liked only for his money.

They spotted Darcy and Fleur grinned. "Hey," she said, calling her attention as she was invested in a croissant and some magazine. Xavier glanced down at the magazine and groaned. "Shopping already? I'm going to be dirt poor by the time you're done with me," he laughed, because he knew that wasn't happening any time soon.

outfit.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
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Grant raised an eyebrow back at Xavier. “Watch yourself then.” He gave an easy smile back because he knew he could probably take Xavier in a fight if he wanted too. Grant was in no rush to get into another fight so soon. His hand still felt a little off to him from the confrontation at the bar the night before. Grant stuck his tongue out at Fleur when she passed him. “I got bossy when you rushed me and didn’t lock the deadbolt in the door.” He grabbed her hand and held it as they left their room with Xavier and went to go find Darcy.

Xavier was lucky that Darcy wasn’t interested in Burberry’s summer collection. She could always try again before she left for University in the fall. He would surely miss her and want to spoil her at least a bit. The last day of summer would be the last day they would be together on a daily basis before they saw each other again at Christmas. She would surely miss her closest accomplice during the long days at University. Darcy would be sure to call often just to check up on him. Plus if Xavier stayed in Paris he still had Darcy’s family and her merry band of sisters. She would have to ask him about his plans for the fall anyhow.

Darcy looked up with her nose still in the catalogue when the elevator dinged and revealed her friends. She finished up her croissant and sipped her cooling coffee before standing and smiling at them. “Hello Fleur.” She wrapped her arms around the girl in a brief hug before moving on to Grant and giving him a quick squeeze as well. Darcy put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips at Xavier, “Tu sais que je suis déjà à planifier mon voyage de shopping! Et si je saigne au sec de l'argent je n'aurais pas l'utilisation de mon plan de l'enfance de vous séduire dans le mariage pour hériter de tout votre argent, alors vous tuer dans une tentative scandaleuse de prendre la fortune de votre famille.” She shrugged with a smile and wrapped her arms around him as well. Darcy reached around her hug with Xavier to pick up the bag of croissants, “You all can help yourselves. Everyone have a nice night?” She handed the bag to Grant, who was quick to accept and pick out one of the soft breads. Darcy let go of Xavier and picked up her handbag and the magazines.

Grant bit into the warmth and his stomach sighed with relief. He was starving, the usual result of sex. “Thanks Darcy. Sorry about yesterday.” He handed the bag to Fleur with the hand that held his own croissant and squeezed her hand with the other. Darcy shook her head and smiled at the couple. Grant shrugged his shoulders at her and began to lead the group towards the outside of the hotel. He stopped and decided it would be better to let Xavier or Darcy lead since they were the ones leading them on the trip either way.



ooc: grant's outfit, darcy's outfit
translation: You know I am already planning my shopping trip! And if I bleed you dry of money I would have no use of my childhood plan of seducing you into marriage to inherit all your money then kill you in a scandalous attempt to take your family's fortune.

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

Fleur smiled, laughing. Even if they had dead-bolted the door, he'd find some way. Who knew: this was his father's hotel. He might have a master key and she didn't even know it! That would be disturbing. She'd only known Xavier a few days and she wouldn't trust him with that. Darcy hugged her and Fleur smiled, happy her and the French girl had reconciled and she had found a friend in here. She certainly didn't need any enemies.

Xavier knew Darcy was leaving in the fall to go to university. Xavier wasn't going and didn't plan on ever going, considering he was simply going to inherit his father's company and his father didn't do s**t that his advisors did for him. But he was quite sad that Darcy was leaving him to go live her life, considering he saw and hung out with her on a daily basis. He was her closest friend and they had known each other since they were in diapers, after all. But she'd come for holidays and she'd steal her away from her parents and make sure they hung out. This would probably just end with him going to the club every night and picking up girls instead of a few times a week, to fuel his need for company. Shame. He could always go ahead and get himself another friend but that seemed like quite a lot of work and most people thought he was a cocky b*****d. Well, he was a cocky b*****d but he needed people who were okay with that.

He hugged Darcy tightly and grinned. "Seduce me? I'm already seduced," he rolled his eyes. Fleur took the bag of croissants from Grant and took one, biting into her. God, she was starving. Funny, how in a place so full of food, she kept forgetting to eat until the next day. It was likely because of a certain boy, constantly distracting her from her stomach.

"Onward, comrades. We're going to show you Paris," he opened the door and lead them outside. Fleur was greeted by light and she pulled her sunglasses over her eyes. She had pretty sensitive vision, especially in bright places. She was hardly ever seen without a pair of glasses on her eyes. She even had reading glasses for when she studied but hardly ever needed them when she wasn't. "Hmmm, where can we whisk you off too? I am sure there's some old buildings around here you'll be interested in," he grinned and Fleur shoved his shoulder, laughing. Once they were outside, she glanced unnoticeably at Grant. Last night may have been a confession, but today would be a test. How long was it even going to last? She knew Grant. He was passionate about a lot of things, and then he got caught up in a moment, he was fully in it. But it always faded quickly. She feared this would be the same.


outfit.

[ran away with the TARDIS]

★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
xxxxxxxt o xxk e e p xxi n xxm i n d xxa l l xxt h e xxs a c r i f i c e s xxI ’ m xxm a k i n ’
xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
.............................................................................................................



Darcy raised her eyebrow at Xavier. She highly doubted him but she smiled anyway. Xavier probably thought she was kidding about the plan. It was scribbled down in a series of papers bundled under a floor board in her childhood bedroom. It was probably still there. Darcy made a mental note to call up her sister and ask her to burn all the evidence of the old, all night consuming projects to marry rich men. She stepped out into the sunlight and poked around her bag for a pair of sunglasses. Her favorite pair of sunglasses would be the only thing she left at home. Darcy thought over the multiple options of tourist attractions. She looked at everyone else, “There’s always the Champs-Elysées, the Arc of Triumph. It was ordered to be built by Napoleon the first. There’s also lots of shopping to be done around there if I remember correctly.”

Grant nibbled at his croissant. His mind was going in no particular directions and he was just happy to be stress free and in love. It was a new feeling that he was still getting a feel of. Grant had forgotten his sunglasses as well and shared a sympathetic smile with Darcy; Fleur had had a good idea with always carrying hers around. “We’re just going to suffer in the sun together.” Darcy nodded her agreement and started plotting to buy a new pair with the money her father had dropped off the week before. If she bought another then she would have a backup when she went out. Grant shrugged his shoulders; he really didn’t care where they went to sightsee. It was just good to be with friends.

Darcy looped her arm around Xavier’s and began to lead the group down the sidewalk and past her father’s bakery. They would probably have to end up taking the subway in order to get to where they needed to get to. “To the subway everyone. It will be faster but be aware of your bags since there are pickpockets.” She pulled out her wallet and cellphone from her bag and tucked them in her front pockets. No one could easily wipe her pockets clean that way.

Grant slipped all his usual possessions in his front pocket and shifted them around to make his legs feel comfortable. He was a big advocate for letting all things that could fit in pockets be in his back pockets unless they had some reason to not be. He supposed that pickpockets were a good reason to have his things in his front pockets. Grant let go of Fleur’s hand and draped an arm over her shoulder. He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head before putting a hand into her purse and pulling out her own wallet and tucking it into one of his free pockets. He was just trying to lessen the amount of things she would have to put in her pockets. “Just helping you out.” He smiled sweetly and kiss her forehead again before he followed Xavier and Darcy down into the stairwell that lead to the underground subway.




ooc: grant's outfit, darcy's outfit
translation:

[the name of the star]

fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield

"And that's conveniently on a major shopping avenue, i'm sure," he teased, because he wasn't at all surprised. The girl had an addiction, he was sure of it. But he loved nothing more than to fuel it. Her next sentence confirmed them. "Then we shall go. And i'll buy you a nice gift as well, dove," he said to Fleur, twisting his body around and smiling. Fleur laughed, nodding, but she planned on buying plenty of things herself. She might not be as filthy rich as Xavier, but she had plenty of money to spend. They walked down into the subway floor, and Fleur smiled like a little girl when Grant pulled her close. It was that feeling of wonder when you covered someone's eyes and they could see again, everything blurry and spotty before it was clear. It was a delirious feeling and she was enjoying every minute of it. "If I didn't know any better, i'd call you the pick-pocket," she grinned, lifting herself onto her tip toes and kissing him lightly.


They got onto the subway and it was so crowded she could barely breathe! Why were so many people down here! Fleur had never been claustrophobic but thank god she wasn't now considering she was being rammed against Grant every few seconds by rude passengers trying to get off. She grumbled onto his shoulder. "And they say Americans are rude." Xavier laughed. "Pretty rude, quite ridiculous, actually," he grinned and she stuck her tongue out. A girl bumped onto Grant as she tried to find a seat and quickly changed her mind about that on spotting him, slinking so she was aligned in front of her, her chest on full display. Fleur didn't even bother hiding the fact she was already expecting the worse, the way she stopped leaning on him and instead, on the pole. She didn't want to set herself up to be disappointed until she was sure she could trust him.

They got to the terminal and she jumped out, like a gazelle, and quickly went up the stairs. She gasped at what she saw and she was again struck by the beauty that was Paris and everything in it. The Champs Elysee was in front of her, magnificent and full of gorgeous people wearing gorgeous clothing speaking their gorgeous language and she grinned, turning around to look as Xavier and the rest climbed up the steps. He laughed. "You look in awe," he commented, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I am in awe," she shot back quickly. "Come, we must walk."



outfit.