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They had left London from St Pancras on the Eurostar early on the Thursday morning, one suitcase between them and just a couple of bits of hand luggage: this was a short getaway, John had said, not an exchange program. Bobby had made a list, of course, and John had groaned and kissed him anyway.

He'd made sure to get decent seats on the Eurostar too - standard premiere class so they had enough leg room and space and food that wasn't crap - although he'd spent most of his time with his nose in one of his texts, a hand absently stroking along Bobby's forearm as it rested on the seat arm between them.

Disembarking in Paris had been a bustle, with Bobby trying to remember his high school French and John popping open the phrase book and pointing to maps on his phone. Fortunately they arrived at the boutique hotel a little way off Avenue Victor Hugo without much more fuss, and John had promptly dived onto the bed for respite after they'd checked in. It was a nice room, all wood paneling and space and kind of grand, the kind of thing John had picked out (and Bobby had said 'Fine, that looks good' to), but he hadn't been allowed to flop down for too long before unpacking, and then hitting the pavement, mostly to gawk.

Paris was Paris. It wasn't New York, or San Francisco, or London or any of the places John had been to in the UK (which consisted entirely of Brighton, Oxford, Leeds and Hull); it had a air and atmosphere of its own, with seemingly insane traffic, vaguely amused Parisians, other gawking tourists (so they fit right in); the Metro, the sidewalk cafes, the history, the sense that everyone local was somehow better dressed - John's hand found Bobby's and he held it as they browsed maps and tourist guides and took photos and wandered around. For his nerves (and he had been nervous the last little while, all too conscious of the rings he had back in a suitcase in the hotel), he was gonna hold that hand and be proud and let everyone see it, fuck 'em if they had an issue.

That day was Midnight Mass (Bobby's idea), and John who'd been raised in faith and torn it down like everything else he used to believe in was moved by the sanctity of it, the sense of community. Respect must be paid. And Christmas morning they had lingered long in bed before John had reminded Bobby to get his ass in gear, promising that his present would come later. There was after all, an Eiffel Tower to visit, an ice rink to skate on, and a proposal to propose.

Date: 2015-12-31 01:50 am (UTC)
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Bobby snorted and threw the blankets off of both of them, sitting up. "Hey, I was just waiting for you," he commented with a fond roll of his eyes, pausing for one last kiss before climbing out of bed to hit up his suitcase. They both knew who the ice skating on the Eiffel Tower was for, after all.

Date: 2015-12-31 07:54 am (UTC)
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"I don't know, it's Christmas Day. Probably not a lot open," Bobby remarked. "But I'm sure we can find somewhere. I'm happy to just walk around, explore the city." Now, if he had planned the trip it would be different, but this was John's idea, and while he had a few sights in Paris that he would like to see someday, Christmas wasn't necessarily the right day for it. He would rather just enjoy the atmosphere of the city and the company of the man he loved. Where it happened didn't much matter to him.

Date: 2015-12-31 08:37 am (UTC)
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"Not today," Bobby said quietly, smiling. "It's Christmas. Today I just want to experience the city and relax. Although we should definitely swing by the Galeries Lafayette while we're wandering. Their windows are supposed to be pretty amazing at Christmas."

Date: 2015-12-31 09:10 am (UTC)
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Bobby was more than okay with skating alone, because it was really his thing and not John's. Hell, he was just happy that John was content to lounge at the cafe and let him do his thing, really.

And it really was something to experience, ice skating on a rink that was not only 200 feet off the ground, but was actually contained within the famous tower. It was exhilarating, and he made himself leave the ice before he was really ready, because he didn't want John to get bored.

"Okay, that was awesome," he declared as he took the seat across from John after returning his skates, his face flushed and happy. "The rink is small, but totally worth it."

Date: 2015-12-31 09:28 am (UTC)
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"It's Christmas. I wasn't going to leave you over here all alone while I skated for hours," Bobby said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. Because to him, it was. To do such a thing would be thoughtless and selfish, and that was simply antithesis to who he was.

"Sure, let's do it." He was excited for the view, but less so for the lift ride up, after that comment. "I just might," he murmured with a grin, following him to the line for the lift and slipping an arm around his waist. "Although they may find it a little hard to believe after watching me kiss you," he added, doing that very thing. It was a quick kiss, but not exactly what most would consider 'chaste.'

Date: 2016-01-06 06:25 am (UTC)
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"Let's look first. The champagne isn't going anywhere," Bobby answered. It was beautiful up here, and if they stopped for champagne they might miss the last of the daylight. They could enjoy the sunset, get some champagne, and then get another look at nighttime Paris from up here before heading back to the hotel.

Date: 2016-01-08 10:08 am (UTC)
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"Sounds good." He leaned against the rail as they made their way to the edge of the platform, just soaking in the view and smiling slightly as John's hand moved over his hair. "It really does. It's almost unreal, you know? One of those sights you see on a postcard but just can't believe is a real place." He looked around for a moment more and murmured, "But here it is."

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Date: 2016-01-09 08:44 am (UTC)
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After a couple of glasses of champagne, a belated delivery of John's Christmas present, (which paled in comparison to the one John had given him, but was still very well received) and some more admiration of the view from the top of the tower as night fell and the city lit up, Bobby had reluctantly agreed that it was probably time to head back to their hotel. He never wanted the day to end, but it was inevitable.

They stopped and grabbed a bite to eat before returning to their room, where Bobby flopped back on the bed that had been made while they were out, holding his hand up above his head so he could admire his new ring. "Did you have these custom made?" he asked, toeing his shoes off without sitting back up.

Date: 2016-01-09 09:10 am (UTC)
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"Wow. They're just so perfect," Bobby marveled, then shifted closer as John joined him on the bed.

"Mmm..." his breath hitched at the light brush of lips, and his hand moved between them--and was arrested by John's ringtone. He let his hand drop to the bed with a frustrated sigh as John rolled away to grab his phone, but it made sense that they would hear from their families. It was Christmas, after all.

He folded his arms behind his head and watched John while he talked to his sister, grinning at the excited shrieks that were shared with him in order to preserve his fiancé's eardrums.

And then John's mom came on the line, and John moved away. Bobby made a face at his back as he watched and listened, a little nervous himself about what would come next.

Date: 2016-01-09 09:58 am (UTC)
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Bobby shook his head a little at the snippets of conversation he could hear on this end, but then it took a turn that was utterly unexpected.

He looked at John wide-eyed, his mouth working a few times before he sat up and gave a helpless little shrug before holding his hand out for the phone. He held it up to his ear as if it was perhaps a bomb and managed a nervous, "...Hello?"

Date: 2016-01-09 10:14 am (UTC)
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"No, Bobby's fine," he said politely, still staring at John like what do I do? What do I say? The rest of it didn't really call for a comment, or at least he couldn't think of an appropriate one, which was all right because she didn't leave him much time to give one anyway.

"Yes, it's a beautiful city, Mrs. Allerdyce. Very romantic," he agreed, shifting to 'dinner party' manners automatically, all formal, polite, respectful. "I...hope you've had a good Christmas so far."

Date: 2016-01-09 11:36 am (UTC)
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It was just a painfully awkward conversation with a woman who was basically a stranger, was all. Bobby suppressed a sigh as he got no help from John and focused on being as polite as he could, filtering the 'um's and 'uh's out of his conversation automatically.

"Oh, yes, he did a great job planning it. I was completely surprised," he said, although he could think of no good response to her other comment about romance.

"Yes, ma'am, accounting." And the last sentence had him glancing at John again and shifting uncomfortably in his space on the bed. "Oh...of course. I've always cared for your son, from the moment I met him." He wondered what she would think if she knew the reason he'd ended up in prison was because of the decision he'd made. Of course, he was also the reason John had been alive to serve his sentence.

Date: 2016-01-09 12:11 pm (UTC)
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Bobby wanted to collapse onto the bed in relief as she wrapped up the conversation. "Of course. It was lovely to finally speak to you, Ellen," he said dutifully. "Here he is." He resisted the urge to literally throw the phone back to John, but as soon as it was out of his hand he actually did flop back onto the bed with a sigh, then shifted closer to John, reaching out a hand to lightly caress the backs of his fingers up and down John's side while he waited for him to finish the call.

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