"Merci beaucoup," Harry said to the bellman who'd placed his luggage in the large hotel room, slipping him a hefty tip before closing the door after him.

Wednesday eyes trailed over the luxury and opulence dripping from the entire room, the baroque style furnishings making her feel like she was in some sort of fairy-tale, one in which she was the princess. Her fingers ran over the Egyptian cotton sheets, surmising how amazing they would feel to sleep in, along with other activities.

Trailing over to one of the double French doors that led to the patio, she pulled the curtains apart and opened both of the doors up. And there, rolling across the horizon like a dream, was the entirety of Paris. Shining, shimmering, stunning. The city of light and love.

Her eyes were immediately caught by the Eiffel tower, lit up against the nearly dark sky. They had a direct view from their room to see it in all of its glory—in fact, she was sure she'd never had a view of it this close before then. Leaning against the metal railing, she breathed in the energy of the city in the air. The sounds of cars and beeps in the streets near, people chatting over dinner at the cafes outside. She felt a happiness within her that was so calm and serene she wondered whether the entire day had never even happened. That this really was a dream and any point now she would wake up to the darkness of her room back in London.

Arms appeared around her as two hands gripped the railing next to hers. She smiled when he nuzzled into her neck, kissing her in the spot that made her eyes flutter shut and a sigh of complete contentment leave her lips. He hummed against her skin as his lips puckered, planting kisses along the slither of bare skin available. Tilting her head, she lifted her hand to tickle into his hairline lightly, the curls running through her fingers.

"This view is so breath-taking," she said breathily, opening her eyes back to the scene before them and trying to regulate her breathing as best as she could.

"Mhm," he muffled against her skin, sending a flurry of goosebumps trailing down her spine. "It most certainly is."

She chuckled lightly, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning into the night air. He sucked on one spot harshly, making her back involuntarily arch against his front. She knew that if he continued, she would be at his complete mercy at any second. But then, she had a sneaky feeling that was exactly what he wanted.

When his lips finally drew back, his eyes admiring the rapidly reddening spot on the crook of her neck, he blew cold air onto it that made her shiver and pecked the mark gently. His arms left the railings and wrapped around her middle, his head resting on her shoulder.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked, his voice low.

She nodded. "Of course, anything."

He hesitated for a second, and though she couldn't see his face, she knew he would be deep in thought, his lips bitten in concentration for whatever he was trying to articulate.

"What made you realise?"

He didn't need to elaborate—she knew exactly what he was referring to.

"I was cleaning the house, and I found the mixtape. The one you gave me for my birthday."

She felt him nod into her shoulder, silently willing her to carry on.

"I listened to it for the first time. And I noticed that all the songs you'd picked, the ones you'd said reminded you of me, were love songs. To one extent or another. But then I realised that you'd made that playlist before we were even together. Before Malibu, before we'd kissed. I realised the risk you were planning to take by giving that tape to me. That was what you were going to do, wasn't it?"

Harry smiled into her neck, hiding his own shyness at his secret being finally revealed.

"Remember that night after the Liverpool game, when we were sat in the car? I was so close to kissing you, to finally doing what I'd wanted to do for so long. And then that fucking car behind beeped and I saw you freak out when you realised what we'd nearly done. But I saw the reciprocation, I saw you moving towards me just as much as I was moving towards you. And it gave me hope that maybe my feelings weren't one-sided. So, I went home, sank back a whisky and decided I was going to let you know exactly how I felt in the only way I knew how. Through music. I sat and made the mixtape all night, narrowing the songs down so that it would be perfect. You want to see how many I threw away and started again on," he laughed, circling his thumb under her hoodie onto the bare skin.

Wednesday dropped her hands to cover his, knowing that with him this physically close to her, he would be able to feel the intense pattering of her heart at everything he was revealing.

"And then finally, at like 4 in the morning, it was done. I knew we were going to Malibu the week after for your birthday, so I planned to give it to you as a present and insist you go listen to it somewhere on the same day. But obviously, you scuppered my big romantic gesture and beat me to it when you jumped my bones."

Letting her mouth part in mock offense, she breathed out a laugh. "Excuse me, I didn't hear you complaining when you practically ripped my clothes from me!"

"Well can you blame me after what you said?" He impersonated her voice in soft, mocking tone. "'I want you Harry. All of you. Please fuck me, please please—'"

"I didn't say that!" she laughed, swatting his hand in reprimand as he chuckled into her skin. "I hate you so much."

"No, you don't," he cooed into her ear, leaning sideways as she tilted her head to look at his smirky little face. "You love me. Big, tough, Wednesday Green is in love with me. Who would have thought it, eh?!"

"I swear to god, you're one more annoying comment away from me getting on a return flight to London. And actually, we're in love with each other. So, get it right," she remarked, bopping him on the end of his nose gently.

He smiled at her, leaning to peck a kiss to the corner of her mouth that was so full of love, it made tears want to leak from her eyes. "Yes we are."

Wednesday bit her lip, looking back out at the lights of the Eiffel tower as a question came to her mind. One she'd had all day since listening to the tape.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, repeating his earlier question.

"Of course, anything," he said, repeating her earlier response.

She paused for a moment.

"The end of the mixtape, you chose Sweet Creature as the last song...why?"

He wrapped his arms around her middle even tighter, pulling her further into him as the question left her lips. Moving his face next to hers, he replied.

"If you have to ask the question, I suspect you already know the answer."

Everything in her froze. His intended vagueness said everything she'd already allowed herself to guess. The song was about her. A song she'd spent so long listening to and performing with him, unbeknownst to her this whole time how ironic that was. To listen to a song about yourself and have no idea. She closed her eyes, a hint of a smile creeping up onto her lips.

"I don't think you realise the hold you've always had on me. I don't think I even knew it for a long time. But you're laced into everything I do and produce. You've always been my muse," Harry added quietly.

She was sure if he continued talking, her body would melt away in his grasp, his words rendering her from a solid into a liquid through the sheer power of his love. Turning around in his hold, she weaved her hands around his neck and caught him in a kiss that made them both inhale comfortably, their mouths locked and moving in blissful connection.

She'd never tire of it; the feeling of his lips on hers, his hands on her waist, his nose tickling hers. Nearly two months without it had made her need more, crave more. She'd told him how emotionally invested in him she was. Now she needed him to know that physically too. To see it.

He broke away from her, licking his lips to taste the remain of her as a suggestive smirk appeared on his lips. Their faces were mere inches away from one another and the sudden switch in his demeanour from love to lust sent a soar of heat straight to the area between her legs.

"I want to know something," he rasped, his voice the equivalent of melted chocolate. Tempting, rich, sinful chocolate.

"Mm?" she hummed, biting her lip and playing along.

He nudged his nose over hers gently, their lips brushing so agonisingly slow it was taking everything within her to not push up against him for some sort of relief.

"Have you ever been fucked on a balcony overlooking all of Paris?" he asked, his dimples appearing and his smirk deepening when he noticed the shaky breath tumble from her lips at his suggestion.

"I—" she choked, clearing her throat before straightening up. He was eyeing her like a predator eyed its prey, and it was all she could do not to bend over in front of him and let him do whatever he wanted then and there. "I can't say I have, no. But I've just added it to my bucket list right this very second."

"Hm," he hummed, biting his lip as his fingers grazed along the stretch of skin under her hoodie, stroking lightly enough to make her cry for more and hard enough to create a fire in the area she wanted to feel him most. "I think we could probably get that ticked off pretty soon."

His fingers dipped beneath the band line of her joggers, moving so agonisingly slow down her skin that she bucked her hips up in raw want.

"Easy now, Miss Green," he reprimanded, pausing his actions. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

She let her head roll back, her eyes nervously looking to the balconies above, confirming that they couldn't see them from any angle. As Harry's fingers trailed below her underwear, edging closer and closer to her core, she shot a look at the balcony to the side of them for the next room.

"What—what if we get caught?" she asked breathlessly, her chest rising and falling quickly.

"As long as you're a good girl, and do everything I say, we won't get caught. I promise," Harry responded.

She didn't have time to think of a response. Logic was stolen away the moment his fingers circled around her nerves, running them down her core completely, teasing her entrance. His face perked up with an amused smirk, looking to her directly.

"My, my, my—you really have missed me, haven't you?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head as the feeling of his finger lazily circling around her swollen nerves consumed her completely.

He tilted his head down to kiss into her neck, over the mark he'd made minutes before.

"How much did you miss me?" he asked, at the exact time he dipped one single finger into her.

Drawing in a choked breath, she swallowed and gripped the railings.

"So, so much baby."

She saw the tilt of his lips, the flash of complete blinding love. In that moment, she realised how much he needed to see the physical aspect of her love too, how much he craved the view of her at his mercy, pleasure dripping from her because of his effect.

He caught her in a passionate kiss as he began to pump into her at a steady rhythm, adding a second finger when he felt the effects of his actions begin to drip down his hand. Using his thumb to rub lazy circles into her clit, she whimpered into his mouth, breaking away to release a breathy moan before it was cut short by his lips crashing back to hers.

It was so overwhelming that she knew it wouldn't take her long to climax with the way he was working her. The combination of his touch that was so precise and so expertly carried out, with the sheer fire of want he placed into her belly meant that she was already being undone. A knot wound tightly that was finally unravelling.

But as her moans into his mouth became deeper, he withdrew his finger. And when he ended their kiss, she blinked her eyes open in confusion.

"What are y—" she asked, cut off by his finger pressed to her lips. The finger that was still wet with her own moisture.

"Open for me," he said, so sweetly and firmly that immediately, her mouth parted.

His fingers slowly slid along her tongue, reaching further and further back, inch by inch until they hit the back of her throat. Raising her own hand to hold onto his for more control, she closer her mouth around them, puckering her lips as she slowly sucked her own taste from his fingers. She flicked her eyes to his, seeing him watching her so intently with a mixture of raw lust and pride that she didn't hesitate to suck his fingers back into her mouth one more time, swirling her tongue around the tips for extra flair.

"Fuck," he choked, enamoured by her willingness to go above and beyond, for him only.

Like he suddenly needed her kiss as much as he needed oxygen, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and replaced them with his lips, working against hers and tasting the sweet remnants of her pleasure on her tongue. His hands found the waistband of her joggers, and before she could say anything about the possibility of anyone seeing, he was pulling them down her legs and instructing her to kick them off, along with her trainers.

"Are you sure this is—" she tried to argue once the joggers and trainers were discarded in a heap, her legs bare and her core only covered by the thin layer of cotton that was rapidly dampening. But the argument was stolen from her lungs as she watched Harry drop to his knees before her, staring up at her with those green eyes she wanted to swim in. "Holy fuck."

Rubbing his hands up her thighs, he planted a trail of kisses up her skin, prolonging the torture until his fingers hooked around the top of her panties. Shooting her an addictive smirk, he began to slowly drag them down, her legs shaking in anticipation as she was slowly revealed to him.

He averted his eyes to the view before him, his shaky, excited breaths blowing against her cool skin. But she couldn't hear him; not over the sound of her own heart pounding against her chest, her body feeling like one big pulse. He pulled the panties down the last of her legs before lifting her feet one by one to step out of them, nudging them further apart so that she was bared even more.

"There she is," Harry said, eyes forward as he sat on his knees. "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"

Wednesday breathed out a laugh and then tried to force any amusement from her tone as she looked down to him with furrowed eyes. "You do know she can't answer, right?"

Harry met her eyes, smiling devilishly as if he'd just been invited to a challenge he couldn't refuse. Without warning, he lifted his hand and plunged two fingers into her, making her walls instantly clench around him and a profanity spill from her lips.

"I beg to differ."

Not giving her time to breathe as he returned to mercilessly fucking her with his fingers, he leant forward and swirled his tongue around her clit, working it in a motion that he knew drove her wild.

Like clockwork, she removed one of her hands from the railings and grabbed onto his hair, breathing raggedly into the now dark sky. It was a good thing their room was high up enough that people from the street couldn't see them—she'd come to terms with not caring for other people's opinions, but she might struggle if a photo of her getting eaten out by Harry hit the front pages.

Instinctively she clenched her thighs at the sensation of insane pleasure, but he used his free hand to urge her legs even further apart, licking up what was dripping from her and humming against her nerves.

His mouth was warm and dominant, flicking and sucking and licking her with a rhythm that made her feel like she was floating on a cloud of pleasure. That beautiful, skilled mouth of his, so patient and giving. There were a whole host of reasons why she loved it, but this had to be up there in the top spot.

His fingers curved to hit the right spot expertly, fast enough that she felt that familiar tightening in her stomach, pooling pleasure at the base of her spine. She tried to stifle her own moans, biting down onto her lip so hard that she could taste metal, but her whimpers broke free, mixing into the air with the sound of Harry's mouth on her.

"Harry," she breathed out, opening her eyes to the night sky.

If she hadn't been so enraptured in the throes of pleasure and zero clarity, she might have minded that her bare ass was on display to the entirety of Paris. But where Harry's mouth and fingers were concerned, she had no room in her mind for anything other than the most animalistic of thoughts.

Something flashing caught her attention, and as she felt her orgasm approaching, her noises steadily increasing, she looked forward to see that the lights in the next room had been turned on. Immediately her eyes widened, her hand tugging on Harry's hair harshly enough to make him stop and look up to her with furrowed brows.

"Next door, they're in their room!" she whispered to him, trained to the spot in fear that any second now they would look out of their window and see Wednesday stood ass naked from the waist down with Harry's face nestled between her thighs.

She might have been horny, but she wasn't that horny.

Harry looked to the room, peeking over the mid-height concrete wall that separated their balconies before looking back to her with a smirk.

"I reckon I can finish the job without them seeing," he whispered confidently, and for his ego, she smacked him lightly over the head.

"Idiot! I'm not taking the risk," she whispered back.

And like a mean twist of fate, the sound of the doors unlocking caught both of their attention. Before she knew it, Harry had pulled her down to the low sofa that ran along the wall, hidden from the view of the next balcony, his body laid on top of hers as his hand pressed to her mouth so that she couldn't make a sound.

"This city will never cease to amaze!" an American female accent said from the next balcony, followed by the sound of shoes tapping against the stone floor.

"I know what you mean, I could stay here forever," another American voice replied, this time male.

Wednesday widened her eyes at Harry as they listened to the conversation in complete silence, gesturing for him to creep off of her so that they could go back inside where it was safe. But when he kept his hand firmly planted to her mouth, muffling any possible sound, he just smirked down at her, puckering his lips to send a silent 'shh' in her direction.

A sharp intake of breath filled the air between them from her lips as she felt Harry's free hand reach down between them, making contact again. He began to rub circles on her clit, fast, intended circles with one end goal in mind.

Wednesday's jutted her hips away to try and deter his movements, despite her brain screaming at her to let him continue. To let him make her crumble away into pure euphoria as the oblivious American's mere feet away talked about the view, clueless of what was happening on the next balcony.

To stop her wiggling, her nudged his knee between her legs, effectively rendering her at his mercy. She stared into his eyes with a pleading look, half begging him to stop and half begging him to continue. There was something about the risk that was making her need him more and his smirk only deepened when she gave up trying to stop his movements, letting her head roll onto the sofa and her back arch in pleasure as his fingers worked their magic.