"You know, it is a great view from the bed," John commented, hands propped behind his head. He wasn't damn well talking about the view of Paris from the window. Although it did frame his boyfriend pretty nicely. Still, he too was scrambling through his gear in a far more haphazard fashion than Bobby, chucking things here and there - he'd put them all back later, of course. Later.

"Tonight," John continued conversationally, picking out winter clothes that wouldn't make him look like a cranky elf, "you want to do anything special?" John had just planned to wander until they found anywhere that was open for dinner, but even though the trip was John's idea Bobby had probably made lists. "I was thinking dinner, then ravaging you several times over, but I can always do that back home."