84. Jet Lag's a Bitch

       Nicole gently ran her fingers through Waverly’s hair, looking out the airport window and watching a plane take off. They were currently sitting through their four-hour layover in London, waiting for their flight to Paris. They didn’t know they would have a layover, for it there wasn’t supposed to be one. But here they were. Sitting in a London lounge at 4 AM (9 PM their time), two hours down. 

       Well, Nicole was the only one sitting technically. Waverly was fast asleep, curled up on her chest. She knew she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before considering how sluggish she had been all day. And she wasn’t too shocked. She knew she often got flight fright the nights, sometimes weeks, before they were to fly, and this would be her longest one by far by almost three hours. 

       Although not exhausted Waverly would probably scold her for not taking the chance to explore a little bit of London, the meal they had gotten at the restaurant in the airport was good enough for her. And, yea, maybe Nicole would have liked to, too, but she was fine where she was. 

       Chilling in the luxury lounge that they had been allowed into for free because of the unscheduled layover with her beautiful wife sleeping away on her as she sipped on some Starbucks and read one of the books that sounded the least boring on the brunette’s Kindle? To some, it might sound like a horrible way to start your Honeymoon. But Nicole? She couldn’t imagine anything better.

.  .  .

       “Sweetheaaart.” 

       Nicole’s eyes slowly blinked open and she tugged the blanket wrapped around her up over her nose, squinting at her wife with a small grunt. 

       “Good morning, Sunshine,” Waverly said with a little laugh, running her thumb over her eyebrow. “Well, good afternoon, I should say.” She stood and pushed a kiss to her temple before moving across the room.

       The Sheriff flicked the blanket down a bit as she rolled to her back and stretched her curled limbs out with a yawn. “What time is it?”

       “A little after one,” she answered as she turned around with a tray of food. “C’mon.”

       Nicole cocked a brow as she got off the bed and walked over to the balcony door that she was standing next to, sliding it open and letting her out first. Waverly set the tray down on the table outside and sat down. The redhead sat across from her, looking over the crepes and fruit salad for a second before raising her eyes to her’s. “What’s this for?” 

       “Breakfast,” she said as she raised her cup of coffee to her lips to hide her smirk. 

       Nicole pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head to block the chilled breeze that was blowing in their direction. “Wow, really?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she lifted the other mug and took a drink herself. 

       Waverly giggled, “I wanted to bring you breakfast when you woke up, Baby. Is that ok with you?” 

       She smiled softly, scooting her chair in and crossing her ankles under the table. “I’d never deny food- let alone fancy French food. But how did you get breakfast at one in the afternoon? ”  The brunette smirked as she brought a forkful to her mouth. Nicole narrowed her eyes playfully at her. “Waverly . . . What did you do?” 

       She sat back in her chair and unzipped the redhead’s jacket that she had on, revealing the low-neck lavender tank top that she had worn to bed. But unlike the no-bra state she had been in before, it was quite obvious that she was wearing one now. A strapless push-up bra to be precise. “I’m sorry to tell you, but when you’ve got tits like these, you can get whatever you want.” 

       Nicole slowly lifted her eyes to her face, continuing on with the chewing that she had paused. “I am very well aware, Darlin’,” she muttered, the corner of her lip lifting a certain way. 

       Waverly let out a huff as she zipped the jacket back up. “Now, now, Mrs. Haught.” 

       “What’s wrong?” She asked, raising a brow with the same fucking look on her face. 

       She flicked a berry at her. “If you don’t calm down over there, you’ll regret it.”

       The Sheriff slowly pushed herself out of her chair and walked around the table, moving in front of her. She leaned down, bracing herself with her hands on either arm of her chair as she lowered her face to her’s, making their noses almost touch. Even with two years under her belt, she still had the same effect on the smaller girl that she did when they first met. Her breath became labored and her pupils blew wide as she stared up at her. Nicole licked her lips, watching how her eyes flicked down for a millisecond. “What’re you gonna do?” She drawled, voice low and thick. Waverly’s mouth came open, jaw stuttering for a few seconds as she tried to get something, anything , out of it. But she couldn’t. “Huh? How do I know if I wanna calm down or not if I don’t know what my punishment’ll be?” 

       Waverly’s eyes darted all over her face as her knuckles turned white gripping into the arms of her chair. “I . . .” 

       Nicole shot her hand up to grip around the bottom of her jaw with a chuckle. “Baby Doll, don’t go ‘round saying I’ll regret anything when I can lock you down with one look . You know damn good and well I’ve got the power to destroy you.” She pushed the front of her calf in between her knees and flashed a wolfish grin, feeling how she made an attempt to squeeze her thighs together but was not able to. “ Case in point .” She watched as Waverly’s face went cherry red with a swallow and shook her head, smiling as she let go of her face and turned away.  

       But the brunette was up and had her spun around, pinned against the balcony railing with her hands fisted in the front of her hoodie faster than she could even blink. She gripped her hands around the metal and sucked in a breath, not oblivious to the fact that they were five stories in the air. Waverly stood up on her toes and leaned into her as she directed her mouth to her ear. “And you know damn good and well that I have the power to leave you a married virgin as long as I see fit.” She pulled her head back to look her in the eye, glad to see that her wide eyes proved she knew she meant it. “So go ahead and keep it up. I dare you.” She waited until the look on her face made it clear that she would not keep it up before relaxing her own face to a sweet smile and loosening her grip on her hoodie, letting her hands slid down to her stomach. She pushed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before pushing off her and sitting back down. 

       Nicole took a second to regain her composure before pushing her hand through her hair and sitting back down with a shaky sigh. She fixed her glare on the proud smile gracing her wife’s face as she shoved a bite into her mouth, slouching in her chair. 

       Waverly leaned back in her chair and threw her knee over her leg, looking out over the balcony as she wrapped her hands around her coffee mug in her lap. “It’s a nice view, isn’t it?”

       The Sheriff looked out, letting herself relax with a smile on her face. It really was. The Eiffel Tower was almost directly in line with them and was almost completely in view besides the buildings that were in the way of the bottom of it. She let out a slow breath, “It is.” 

       They took their time finishing breakfast, discussing their plans for the day and the following three that they would be in Paris. Nicole was kind enough to take their dishes back while the brunette took a quick shower, coming back and taking a bunch of pictures of the view from their room, and their room in general, to tease Wynonna with. 

       “What’re you doing, Love?” Waverly asked, running her hand down her back when she walked out onto the balcony and stood next to her. 

       “Sending my sister-in-law a bunch of pictures to make her jealous,” she answered with a smirk, sending her latest capture before turning towards her and tucking her phone back into her pocket. She took a second to trace her eyes down her outfit. She had a pink and purple floral bomber jacket over a pale pink loose crop top and black ripped jeans. Nicole raised her eyes back to her’s, licking her lips. 

       She rolled her eyes at her, leaning her hip against the metal. “I’m pretty sure her exact words were: What’s the point of a Honeymoon if you don’t bang on a beach ? So I don’t know if that’ll work or not.” 

       “Wave, it’s Wynonna . Anything she doesn’t have, she’s jealous of. Wait until we get pictures in front of the Tower and see what she says.” She turned from the balcony, walking back inside and closing the door behind them.

       “Fair enough.” She walked over to the bed and grabbed her suitcase. “Oh, we’re going back there for dinner tonight, by the way.”

       “I thought we weren’t doing that?” 

       “Well, I changed my mind and didn’t cancel the reservations.” She turned around with a stack of clothes in her arms. “Mostly cause I want to see you in a tie later.” 

       “$200 to see me in a tie?”

       “Uh-huh.”

       Nicole rolled her eyes with a smile but cocked a brow when she dropped the pile into her arms. “What’s this?” 

       The brunette grinned, “ This is what you are wearing today.” 

       She blinked at it as she sorted through it. “Uhm . . .”

       Waverly took a step towards her. “See, Honey, most of the time you dress like a college jock and I love it. But . . .”

       Nicole lifted her eyes to her. “But?” 

       “ But you are in Europe, so I decided to bring an outfit along for you that is more . . . européenne .” 

       The redhead let out a sigh, turning towards the bathroom with a smile. “N’importe quoi pour toi.” ( Anything for you. )

       Nicole hopped out of the shower and ruffled her hair with a towel once more before looking at the pile of clothes on the sink with her hands on her hips. It wasn’t her usual style, but she was up for trying something new. She pulled the dark navy jeans up her legs and lifted the royal blue crew-neck sweater up in front of her, hitching a brow at it before slipping it on. Waverly, of course, had purposely bought one she knew would be tighter around her arms, so she adjusted it, rolling her shoulders and tugging the sleeves up a little bit. 

       She sat down on the toilet seat and pulled some socks on before grabbing the tanned leather Oxford boots that had also been handed to her. These were definitely new for her. The only boots she ever wore were combat boots, and they were usually the ones for work. She had never even considered the fancy dress boot. 

       The redhead rolled her pant legs a few times before sticking her feet into the shoes. She tied them and rolled the cuffs down once so they rested over the tops of them and stood, turning to look at herself in the full-length mirror. “Hmph.” She did a slow, impressed nod. She was pleasantly surprised with it. It honestly looked better than she thought it would, and she was rolling over the idea that her hoodie and sweatpants days might be shortened. Not over. Definitely not . There was nothing she loved more than rocking it in something comfy and stylish. But she was a 28 year old now. Maybe she could start dressing like one sometimes. 

       After brushing her teeth and fixing her hair, she opened the bathroom door and walked out, seeing that Waverly was chilling outside on her Kindle. They had gotten extremely lucky, for it was nice out for March in Paris, so they were soaking up as much of the sun that they weren’t getting in Purgatory that they could. She pulled the door open and stepped out, smiling down at her. “Bonjour, Ma Chère.” 

       Waverly turned around, jumping out of her seat and looking her over with a happy clap. “Oh my goodness! I love it!” She bounced forward a few times and Nicole let her hands fall to her hips with a laugh. “Do you like it?” 

       “I do like it,” she agreed, pushing a quick kiss to her lips. “It is missing something, though.” 

       “Oh, is it now?” Waverly questioned, following her as she walked back into their room. 

       “It is.” Nicole opened her suitcase and pulled a green box out and Waverly rolled her eyes. “No good outfit is complete without my Rolex.” She slipped the silver and black watch onto her wrist with a smirk. 

       “How could I forget,” the brunette deadpanned.

       The Sheriff chuckled, grabbing her phone off the bed and pushing it into her pocket before grabbing her wallet and switchblade out of her bag. “Es-tu prêt?” ( Are you ready? ) 

       “Oui,” she nodded with a smile, grabbing her purse off the nightstand. 

       “Allons-y alors.” ( Let’s go then. ) Nicole opened their door and let her exit, giving her butt a hard smack as she passed her. 

       “ Nicole .” 

.  .  .

        “It’s gorgeous,” Waverly mumbled, tucked safely into Nicole’s side. They had just finished eating at Le 58 Tour Eiffel and were now standing on the outer side of the tower, looking over the nightlife of Paris. 

       “So are you.” The redhead pushed a soft kiss to her temple, hugging her arm tighter around her waist. Waverly looked up at her, letting her face soften as a blush rolled over. “What?” 

       “Quit.”

       Nicole let out a little laugh, “I’m not allowed to admire my wife?” The brunette’s face turned even darker as she buried it in her chest. The Sheriff let out a huff as she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in front of her. She let her chin rest on her head, slowly running one of her hands up and down her back as Waverly let out a content sigh into her shirt, undoubtedly having just smelled her. 

       The shorter one pulled back after a minute, looking up at her with a smile. “Why are you the best?” 

       “I’m not,” she said with a shake of her head. 

       “Yes, you are,” Waverly said with a furrow of her brow, moving her hands up to rest on her upper arms. 

       Nicole grabbed her hands and pushed a kiss to each of them before letting them rest on her chest with a bashful smile. “I can’t be the best if you’re already the best.”

       Waverly pouted her lip with a whine, “ Nic .” 

       “It’s true, Baby,” she mumbled, looking down as she rubbed her thumbs across her hips.

       She tipped her chin up, moving her hands to her cheeks and squeezing them. “Stop being so dang cute .” 

       “I’m not trying to be,” Nicole mumbled through squished lips. 

       Waverly let her face go with a giggle, letting her arms loop around her neck. “Well, maybe some would say you were just trying to get in my pants . . . But you wouldn’t do that, now would you, Sheriff Haught?” 

       The redhead raised her brows. “I mean, I wasn’t .” She took a step forward, pushing her back against the railing and dipping her head with a smirk as she lowered her voice. “But I can if you’d like?” 

       Waverly’s whole body heated up as she stared up at the pure fire in Nicole’s eyes. “I’d like a lot of things.” 

       “Oh yea?” 

       She pulled her bottom lip in with her tongue, “Yea.” 

       Nicole flicked her eyes down to her lips, looking back up at her with a grin before she tugged her closer as she leaned down, kissing her deeply and squeezing her fingers into her sides.

       Waverly pulled her down further with her arms around her neck, letting the kiss last for a few more seconds before pulling back and pushing her off of her. “ And we’re leaving.” She gripped her fingers around her tie and began to drag her towards the exit. 

       The newlyweds stumbled through their hotel door, having hardly been able to keep their hands off one another the whole taxi ride back and their way inside. They hadn’t even made out since the morning of their wedding, so they were rightfully ready to jump each other. 

       Waverly slammed the door after putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside handle. She gripped Nicole’s hips and shoved her up against the door, pulling her dark grey button-up out of her light grey dress pants as she smashed their lips together. The redhead let out a groan, hitching her navy dress and digging her fingers into her ass. 

       The younger one pulled back for air, scratching her nails down her sides. “I pictured this going a lot different.” 

       “Candles and flower petals? Yep, me too.” 

       She caught Nicole’s lip between her teeth, tugging it down. “I’d rather this any day,” she admitted before pulling her head down and sliding her tongue across where her teeth had been.

       The Sheriff pushed off the door, walking them back to the bed across the room, pulling back as they fell onto it. “Ditto.” 

       They each kicked their shoes off before scooting up towards the middle. Nicole slipped her tongue into her mouth as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, Waverly working her space grey tie out of the knot and tossing it elsewhere in the room. The redhead ground into her as she pulled the sleeved dress off of her arms and slid it down her body before sitting up off of her just long enough to get it off her body. She looked down at her and slid her hands up her abs with a purr, meeting her eyes as Waverly pushed up on her elbows and grabbed onto her belt, pulling it out and looping it around the back of her neck to tug her back down to meet her lips before throwing it behind her. 

       “Kinky,” Nicole mumbled with a chuckle, but she was tugged in again by the collar as the brunette flipped them with her knees on either side of her hips. 

       “Shut up.” She rolled her eyes with a small smile. The redhead smirked, reaching behind her and pulling up on the clasp of her bra, sliding it off with her other hand. Waverly threw her hair to the other side, letting out a small gasp when Nicole pulled her down and sucked her nipple into her mouth. “This clothing ratio is very off,” she breathed out as she moved her hand to the top button of her shirt and popped it open. 

       Nicole pulled her head back. “Are you about to give me a math lesson, Mrs. Haught? Cause I’m kinda in the middle of something here.” 

       The brunette sat up as she continued to undo her shirt, shaking her head at her. “That’s some quality dirty talk there, Babe.” 

       She smirked, slipping her hands down her waist and sliding her pointer finger around the front elastic of her underwear, letting it go with a snap. “How ‘bout this then. What’s similar between calculus and sex?” 

       Waverly flicked her shirt open, leaning back down to catch her lips before letting them trail down her neck. “Hmm?” 

       The Sheriff brought her hand down to bruisingly smack her ass. She let out a moan, legs clenching around her hips. “I’m really good at both of them.” 

       “Jesus Christ ,” she breathed out annoyedly as Nicole slid her hands under her underwear with a rough squeeze. The brunette trailed her lips to her pulse point, grabbing her by the hair and tipping her head so she could sink her teeth in. 

       “ Shit ,” the taller one groaned, hips jerking upward as her fingers dug in harder. 

       “D’you say again?” Waverly moved her mouth down to the top of her shoulder, biting into the tense muscle. Her body writhed underneath her once again and she grinned as she soothed each spot over with her tongue. “How’s that?” 

       “You are going to be the death of me,” Nicole breathed out, opening her eyes to look at her with her deepened hazel eyes. 

       “Honey, I’ve barely started.” 

       Nicole’s head fell back onto the bed with a groan and Waverly chuckled, pulling her to sit up. The redhead gripped her hand into the back of her neck, other coaxing her hips forward to begin a grind as she kissed her with every bit of want and need she had. Waverly wrapped her arms around her shoulders as she rocked up into her stomach, letting out a soft moan into her mouth. 

       The brunette ground up with more force after a few minutes, throwing her head back with a curse when Nicole wrapped an arm around her back, nipping at one of her nipples. She looked up at her tensed face and bit her lip as she slipped her hand between them and slid it down her underwear, gripping her arm tighter around her as she began to roll fast circles. “ Baby -” Waverly's hips bucked into her hand, stuttering a few times with a sharp moan as she unexpectedly flipped over the edge. 

       The smaller girl's arms restricted her breathing for a couple of seconds, but once it passed, she loosened them and Nicole slowed her finger before pulling it out. Waverly sat up straight with a deep exhale, pushing her hands through the redhead’s hair. “Fuck, Nic,” she said with a little laugh. 

       The Sheriff simply gave her a dimpled smile before pulling her down into a kiss. She slid her hands across her back as she felt the smaller one’s hands undoing the button of her pants, then gliding up her front to her collar. She rolled the fabric around her fingers for a few seconds before moving down to the open sides of her shirt and wrestling her left arm out, pulling it around to get the right one out before tossing it away. 

       Though she stopped. 

       At the sound of crinkling plastic.

       Waverly pushed her tongue out of her mouth and pulled her head back with a furrowed brow, looking her over for a second. She dropped her hands to her’s that were planted on her waist, running her fingers over them right before her eyes caught it. 

       The plastic wrap wrapped around her right bicep. 

       “Why . . .-” Her heart stopped in her chest when she lifted her arm up and twisted it around, seeing what it’s purpose was. 

       Nicole slid her thumb up and down on her hip as her eyes slowly raised to her’s, mouth opened slightly. “ Nic .” She gave her a little smile as her heart flapped against her ribs, nodding towards it as an ok to take it off. 

       Waverly swallowed, reaching up and pulling the couple pieces of tape off before removing the plastic wrap and tipping it up, decoding the inside of her upper arm. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as her eyes flicked to her face. The tears followed as she hugged her arms around her wife’s shoulders. Nicole smiled, wrapping her arms around her middle and leaning back onto the bed gently. Her body started to shake, so the redhead hugged her tighter. “I love you, Baby.” 

       She quickly calmed down after a minute and lifted her head, wiping her eyes as she scooted down and turned her head to rest sideways on her chest so she could look at it some more. “You had to wait until we were mid-fucking to decide to show me it? Really ?” She shook her head with a breathy laugh. 

       “That was the plan, yea,” she admitted with a small smirk. “You’re the one who didn’t notice I’ve only worn long sleeves since the morning of the wedding.” 

       “It’s winter!” 

       She let out a laugh, letting it fade as Waverly ran her finger across the area below it. “Topher pulled through for me on a, like, 30-minute notice when we were coming back from Edmonton.” 

       She looked up at her with a smile. "Yea?" 

       "Mhm. He had 15 minutes before he had to start a sleeve on somebody when we got there, but his linework is still fucking amazing."

       "Were you sober?" 

       She let out a huff, "Yes, I was sober." 

       Waverly let out a giggle, "Hey, you never know with you." 

       "Wow, thanks, Babe. At least I can prove that you stole the last line of my vows." 

       "I did not! I already knew I was gonna say it!" 

       "Yea, mhm." 

       The smaller one raised her brows at her, sitting up and planting her hands on the tops of her chest. "Well, I'd suggest you continue to do it since you got it inked onto yourself." 

       “Oh, I planned to, Darlin’,” she said with a little smirk. She’d be stupid to get a tattoo that she didn’t plan to cherish her whole entire life. And getting the last line of her vows permanently on her body was pretty damn convincing that she was going to stay true to it. 

       In small, black font across the middle of the inside of her right bicep was their personal proverb, I love you to infinity and beyond- But in a more simple manner, using symbols.

I♡U2∞&>

       And although it was simple and small, Waverly had been sure she couldn’t fall any deeper in love with her until now. 

       The brunette let out a little giggle and Nicole rolled them, moving them up the bed so her head was on the pillow, kicking her pants off in the process. She leaned down into her, pushing her hips forward as she tilted her head up with her hand wrapped around her jaw, taking her time walking her lips down her neck. Waverly slowly slid her hands up her tensed back, hooking her fingers under the band of her sports bra and pulling it off of her. Nicole continued down her body, hitting every spot on her body that she knew made her squirm before she was finally nipping at her hip bone. She looked up and met the smaller girl’s eyes, grinning as she drug her underwear down her legs and tossed them off the bed. 

       Waverly pulled her back up the bed, catching her lips with her own as she grabbed her hand and brought it down to where she wanted it, laying her palm flat and pushing two of her fingers forward. Nicole pulled from her lips, meeting her eyes with a small chuckle and shaking her head. The brunette smirked, cupping her cheek and pulling her head back down. The Sheriff slowly pushed her fingers in, easing them into her. She felt the tremble that traveled up her spine, smiling into her lips as she slowly began to draw them in and out. 

       Waverly’s hips pushed up to meet her hand and she hummed, encouraging her to pick up the pace. The redhead shifted her weight on her arm as she pushed her hand behind her head, pulling her lip down with her teeth when she curled her fingers. Waverly's eyes rolled back as her nails dug into her shoulder blades, and Nicole let out a low growl, watching her face as she bucked her hips into her hand to put more force behind her pump. Waverly let out a moan, fingers tightening into her back again. 

       “You know what that does to me, Baby,” Nicole muttered as she nipped down her jawline, pushing her hips forward again. 

       She opened her eyes, turning her head towards her as she dropped her hands to her sides. “Sorry.” 

       Nicole raised her eyes to her's, the corner of her lip lifting. “I never said you had to stop.” 

       Waverly rolled her eyes, cupping the side of her face and directing her back to her lips as she brought her other hand to the middle of her back and tore her nails down her spine. The redhead groaned into her lips, slipping another finger into her and beginning to slam the base of her palm into her with the speed she picked up. Waverly's back arched off the bed, face burying into her shoulder with a loud moan as the Sheriff sucked some light marks into her neck. “ Nicole .” 

       She felt her walls beginning to wobble. “Hmm?”

       The brunette’s ears popped as her eyes snapped closed. “ Fuck .”  

       Nicole lifted her head and watched her face as it screwed together before going slack, mouth falling open as her chest heaved in and out. She grinned as she slowed her pumps, dropping her mouth to her’s and feeling her lips close around it. 

       The redhead barely had time to pull her hand out before she was suddenly flipped to her back and her black boxers were ripped off her body. She stared wide-eyed at her wife, breath hitching when she flipped around on top of her and jerked her legs apart, dropping her face in between them. “ Jesus fuck, Waves .” She let her head fall back with a groan before wrapping her arms around her legs and pulling her down, letting her own tongue work some magic. 

       Having watched her get off twice now already had Nicole teetering close to the line, so the handiwork she was doing down there with her mouth wasn’t helping matters any. Her arms tightened around her legs and her head fell back against the mattress as her eyes fluttered back in her head. She tried her hardest to keep from bucking up into her face when the wave crashed over her, a spew of curses flowing from her mouth. Waverly rubbed her thumbs on the outside of her thighs as the aftershocks passed over. 

       She let out a surprised gasp as they once again flipped over. Nicole pushed off her feet and spun around, settling in between her legs, laying on her stomach. She looked up and met her eyes with a smirk before keeping the eye contact as she lowered her mouth. 

       Whether it was the eye contact or just her in general, she didn’t know. But she had her flying again within a minute. Somehow. Some way. 

       Nicole lifted her head when the fist in her hair loosened and slid up her body, pushing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before rolling to her back. Waverly rolled onto her, resting her head on her chest and hitching her leg over her hip with a sigh, “We’re good at that.”

       “Right?” 

       Waverly let out a little laugh, reaching down and grabbing the blanket that had gotten shunned to the end of the bed at some point and pulling it over them. “Jet lag’s a bitch, though,” she mumbled with a yawn. 

       That triggered a yawn of her own, and Nicole let out a hum when it passed, gently running her nails down her side. “I’d pull an all-nighter, but I’d rather one of us not fall asleep while getting fingered, ya know?” 

       “Ya, I’d beat your ass if you did that again.” 

       “It was one time!” She defended. 

       “Mhm.” 

       The redhead rolled her eyes with a sigh, reaching over and flicking the lamp on the nightstand off. “We have two weeks ahead of us to spend doing whatever we want, wherever we want. I’d say we can call it a night tonight.” 

       “Oo, can we have a quickie in the Louvre’s bathroom tomorrow?” 

       Nicole let out a snort as she closed her eyes, “Like I could say no to that.”