France

/frɑːns/

a country in Western Europe

After three days in Greece, the best three days of my life. Now we were in France, the box the was in Blakes hands earlier was still with us. We were now in the hotel, the beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower in night, something we were definitely visiting in the morning. I look down noticing my lace top along with comfortable sweat pants.

The door to the hotel room opens and I notice blue walking inside, his beautiful eyes was directed to my own. "I think It's time to open the box." I nodded my head eagerly jumping on the bed as Blake stood between my legs. Handing me the black box, I looked down at it slowly lifting the lid.

I take out the tiny box inside, revealing a charm bracelet. I chuckled even though I wanted to cry. I see the small charms on it, lifting the bracelet closer to my eyes. One of the charms had an engraving of the words B+A, the next charm had an engraving of bubble turning it around it had the date of our first time in Greece. Then Blake handed me another box, I took it from his hold and lifted the lid revealing another charm bracelet.

It had an engraving of the Eiffel Tower, I grabbed my forehead feeling the tears leave my eyes before a hand slips onto my cheeks lifting my head. I now saw the change of position Blake was in, instead of standing he was now crouched to my height. "Th-Thank you.." I was a little unsteady, but he held onto me. His hands full of hope.

"Don't cry princess.."

"I love you.." I whispered before pressing my lips against his, the light enlightened between us. Once forgotten souls have now decided to remember each other. My hand puts the boxes near the bedside table. My lips were tangled with his, unable to break away as we were to into the moment. I leaned against the bed with him towering over me, I wanted to go all the way. "Amira-"

I smashed my lips against him mid-sentence and he leaned back. I started to unbutton his shirt and he turned his head. "Are you sure?"

I smiled and continued until I got to his jeans. My hands shook with anticipation. My head was filled of crazy thoughts. Half of them horny teen thoughts while the others were like, "What the hell am I doing?" Before I could even think, we were naked. I stopped before he touched me and we laid there together.

"You absolutely certain Princess?"

I smiled "Of course Blake... of course." He kissed me and my heart skipped three beats. My stomach fluttered and I threw my thoughts out my head. I'm ready, I promise.

His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips. That's when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

He was connected to me and the thoughts I wanted to keep out instantly took over. kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

Blake's hands pinned me to the bed and my toes curled. He slowed down and kissed my lips. We laid next to each other panting until we caught our breaths. "That was way better than the first time," I giggled.

He turned to me and smiled "I would agree." His warm hand ran down my body and I shivered. Blake pulled me close to him and kissed my forehand.

It was the middle of the night, I threw the covers of my body and grabbed a shirt from the ground. I held onto my mouth and rushed towards the toilet feeling sweat, I grabbed the toilet seat, my hands using It for handles as everything was pushed out fo my gut out of my mouth and into the toilet.

My stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. My face was probably white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears. I lurched forward and sunk to my knees. The pungent stench invaded my nostrils and I heaved even though there was nothing left to go. Before I know it I hear footsteps rushing inside, Blake kneels besides me and pushes the hairs out of my way rubbing onto my back.

"Let it all out." And I did, as he soothed me I released everything including small sight of blood. Pushing the flush button I grab some tissue and wipe my mouth throwing it inside. I rested my head on the chest of Blake feeling tears spring out.

"It's okay...It's okay princess..." He whispers into my ears, "let's get you cleaned up yeah.." He helped me up from the ground and walked me to the sink, opening the tap he handed me a glass of water. I took it from his grasp and gurgled the vomit out of my mouth. I yawned feeling myself become tired. Blake cleaned me up slightly helping me brush my teeth again since I was too lazy to do so.

We walk back to bed and I rest my head onto his chest looking up the carved ceilings, his arms were doing circles on my back. We hadn't to say anything instead closing our eyes and sleeping.

As the city came out of the darkness of night, we crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic we walked right down the centre of the street and not far away lay The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue.

A morning like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to our mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect day in Paris.

Standing at the base looking up I can truly say I never appreciated its size. The legs are as far apart as your average town plaza and the metal is dull. I reach out to touch it, cold of course. But then what was I expecting? We push on for the stairs. The clang of our feet on the steps echoes around the other countless people.

"I regret this, lets take an elevator instead." I gasped for breath after arriving at the first floor with Blake who started taking pictures of my state. Blake shook his head walking up the other bunch of stairs as I rushed after him. my hands grabbed his shirt allowing him to pull me up the stairs.

"Seriously princess, that was only three hundred steps." I brought out my arms resting them on his shoulder. I feel the vibration of his laughs as he grabs my legs wrapping them around his torso. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with you." he mumbles as we- I mean he begins climbing up the steps. I rest my head on his shoulder like a child to his mother or father.

After thirty minutes for myself we arrive at the top of the Eiffel Tower though we had to take an elevator and only a few people were allowed. I gasped at the beautiful view before me. My hands interlocked with Blakes as I pulled him to the edge of the tower.

I notice him taking a few photos of me, I screamed with excitement as I bent slightly over. The French smell burst through my senses. I notice something being pushed onto my head, I looked up seeing the hat I was talking about in the bathroom. I laughed turning around I feel two arms wrap around my waist pushing me flush against his chest.

His nose presses onto my own, "tick it off the bucket list." I whisper.

"Whats next?"