[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.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "Keep that up and I am never bringing you to Paris again..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and kisses him. "I love Paris."

[golden_lyre]

"Much better," Orpheus murmurs. "Why don't you find us a nice, comfy spot, and I'll get us something to drink," he says, gesturing to a nearby vendor cart.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods and kisses him again, and then goes in search of either an empty bench or a likely-looking tree.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus goes to the vendor and buys them two bottles of lemonade before heading to find Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

No benches that he can find, but there are comfortable chairs arranged around the main pond. Steve has chosen two where they can see people sailing boats on the pond.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus finds him easily and hands him a bottle before setting his guitar down and taking his seat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks," Steve murmurs and opens the bottle.

"Are you going to play again?"

[golden_lyre]

"Would you like me to?" Orpheus asks, smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Always," says Steve, leaning back in his chair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and pulls his guitar into his lap.

"What would you like to hear?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sips his lemonade.

"Chocolate. With cinnamon."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs at that and starts to play.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes to listen, his fingers tapping idly on the bottle.

[golden_lyre]

The song is sweet and smooth and sensual and just a little spicy, and it feels like chocolate melting on your tongue.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm," Steve murmurs. "That's exactly what I was hoping for."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles. "I'm glad," he says softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks up the box of chocolates and takes out one of the chocolate-cinnamon pieces. He places it on his tongue and gives Orpheus a challenging look.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and leans over to kiss him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus by the back of his neck as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus licks the chocolate from his mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hums happily, if not musically.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes his time, not wanting to waste any of that chocolate.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve helps, letting Orpheus taste plenty of that melting chocolate.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks on Steve's lower lip as he pulls back.