[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

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We also make it in the States."

[golden_lyre]

"It's still English."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well, it's good wherever it comes from.

"I can't believe we're arguing about cheese."

[golden_lyre]

"We're not arguing," Orpheus says. "I'm teasing you, and you're defending your country."

He smiles. "It's cute."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Good thing I'm not taking it seriously, then."

He points to the plate. "You'd better eat some of this before I eat it all."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has another couple pieces of bread. "Are you worried you'll ruin the line of your suit?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No. I just don't want to eat it all."

[golden_lyre]

"You haven't. I'm still eating it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just checking.

"You've seen me eat. You know gaining weight really isn't a concern anymore."

He smiles. "Between all the walking and the rest of it we've been doing, I wouldn't be surprised if we both lose a little weight."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, I hope not. Demeter will worry." And she's been doing far too much of that lately.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gazes at him, smiling fondly.

"Have I told you lately that you're beautiful?" he asks softly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and finishes the cheese. "Not today, at least."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're beautiful," Steve says, still soft. "I'm really proud to be with you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly and leans in to kiss him, curling a hand around the back of Steve's neck. "Why proud?"


[ooc: May disappear for a bit. Company.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve murmurs, gaze on his lips, "Because you're incredible. You're so talented. You're so good to me. I know I'm not the only one who sees how sexy you are.You're mine whenever I want you and I ... I love that."


[ooc: Kaykay. May not be up for much longer, though. Gotta sleep. Good night.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him again because he's not quite sure what to say to that.

"I'm not sure any of that means you should be proud, but thank you."



[ooc: I'll probably be in and out for most of the weekend, but I should definitely be around! :)]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It doesn't make me ashamed," Steve says. "Quite the opposite."


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

"Well, good," Orpheus says, laughing a bit. "I'd hate to think you were ashamed of me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and kisses him back.

[golden_lyre]

The waiter comes by then to clear their plates and bring their meals.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sits back, his lips pressed together to keep from smiling too much, and looks at his meal with both curiosity and hunger.

"So this is duck confit," he says, poking it with his fork.

[golden_lyre]

"Try it," Orpheus urges, picking up his sandwich.

If Steve doesn't like it, he's more than happy to trade.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It looks like fried chicken."

He tears off a bite and eats it--skeptically at first, then with more appreciation as he chews.

"Wow," he says once he's swallowed and digs in with enthusiasm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins at him. "See?"

His expression is very, very smug.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I figured it would be good," Steve says. "Nothing you've had me try has been bad. I just didn't think it would be this good."