[Milliways]: An American in Paris

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' flat in Paris is above a little boulangerie in the Latin Quarter, not too terribly far from Notre Dame. It's...very small, and that isn't helped by the musical instruments and half-finished, scribbled sheet music that are littered around the place. Everything is clean, just cluttered. It's a bit stuffy as well, though Orpheus has all his windows open.

As they step into the living room, Orpheus turns to Steve with a smile. "Bienvenue à Paris," he says.

Comments

[golden_lyre]

"It isn't terribly. It's just...removing dead skin cells."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Huh."

Next is a bottle of bath gel. "This is weird-looking shampoo."

[golden_lyre]

"That's because it's soap."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But it's runny."

[golden_lyre]

"That's what the loofah is for."

He picks them both up to demonstrate.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Skeptical Steve is skeptical.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works up a lather and scrubs it over Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hums in appreciation.

"Smells good..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks. "And you thought I smelled like that naturally..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You smell great naturally."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and kisses him. "The soap helps."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head, flipping water everywhere. "I've smelled you after sex. Soap has nothing to do with it."

[golden_lyre]

"That's not me, that's sex."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve steps closer to Orpheus and runs his nose along Orpheus's neck. "Blindfold me, put me in a room with a hundred other men, and I'd know you. By scent, by the shape of your face, by your lips...I'd know you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers slightly. "Yeah, well...you're Captain America."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses his neck. "Exactly.

"So trust me when I say I know what you smell like naturally. All the soap and cologne in the world doesn't cover it."

[golden_lyre]

"I'll keep that in mind, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at him again, then says, "Okay, which of these is the shampoo?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and bends to pick up the bottle. "This one."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes the bottle and pours some into his hand, then spins his finger in the air. "Turn, please."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and turns for him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve suds up his hair. He's gentle about it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes, humming softly in appreciation.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his shoulder. "Head back now."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus obediently tips his head back.