I stared at the little Eiffel Tower which was engraved on London's Cartier ring.

I looked up from the ring to gaze at him. "And I'll be having this on at all times," I promised, holding up my ring that had the London Bridge engraved on the inside. His representation.

I didn't have to reach up to kiss him since I had on heels. He put his hands on the small of my back and pulled back slowly. "Shall we leave. Where we're going is a long drive."

"Yeah, let's go."

I took my purse and London lead me to his new car — a black Audi. I sat in the passenger seat, and through the six hour ride, held his hand.

The place we pulled up to looked familiar, though I've never been.

Valet came and took the car.

"Oh, my god! You're taking me to Nobu!" I exclaimed, jumping up in his arms.

"Yes, yes," London laughed.

"You're the best person in the world!" I wasn't just saying that to gas him up or anything like that, I really meant it.

London and I were seated at a romantic table for two.

"Have you ever been here?" I asked.

"No, I like my food cooked, but I'll try this. My parents used to come here a lot, though. One time, they brought sushi home to me."

"And?" I pressed.

"I threw it up after."

I frowned. We ordered drinks, and not long after — food. London and I ordered the same thing. The two of us enjoyed each other's company, exchanged kisses — it was just a such a wonderful dinner.

I fell asleep in the car so once we got to the house, I was wide awake.

"I just want to go swimming, don't you want to go swimming?"

"I'm rather tired, actually," London told me, as he locked the door behind him.

I kicked off my heels and made my way to the living room to connect my phone to one of the speakers. I played Love On Top. I went into the kitchen where London was and coaxed him to dance with me by wrapping my arms around his neck and swaying.

"You don't want to dance with me?" I murmured sadly.

London sighed, moved back with my hands in his, and pulled me back closer. What surprised me was him dipping me.

"Woah, sir, what are we doing?"

"Didn't you want to dance?"

"You right," I admitted, slowly moving my body back upright.

"You know what I just realized?"

"What?" I asked, concerned.

"I didn't tell you how beautiful you are today."

"Oh, I thought you were about to say something important, I got worried."

"That is important."

"To you."

He grinned and looked me up and down.

"You're stunning."

"You're the sexist man in the world." He chuckled and covered his mouth for a moment.

Our lips were just inches away. I pressed mine against his. We opened and closed our lips repeatedly against each other. The milliseconds our lips were parted were the only time we could breathe.

London held my face in his hands to pull back and begin kissing my shoulder. I started panting as I felt in between my legs moisten.

Yeah, I definitely needed him, right now.

"L— London?" I struggled.

"Yes, Paris?"

"I— really want to do something with you right now."

"That's funny, so do I."

"I have condoms, in my bag."

"Upstairs, now."

"Mmm, okay," I mumbled. He lifted me up with one arm under my legs and the other holding up my back.

We were upstairs in his room in a jiffy. On the way up, I had been tampering (undoing) the buttons on London's shirt.

He set me down and bent down to kiss my open back. I pulled back, not wanting to, to go on bag and get one condom out.

"Take off my dress, please."

He pulled off my dress, that left me my in only my underwear. London took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers briefs, I couldn't stop staring at the erect thing in them.

He lifted my chin up with his fingers. With lustful eyes, I gazed into his.

"Wait, are you sure you want to—"

"I wouldn't have taken off your dress if I didn't want to," he cut me off.

"Okay." I shook my head before smashing my lips against his. I received the same energy I gave from London.

Then I felt him lifting me up with his hands under my ass. We ended up on the bed, sitting upright — touching, caressing and kissing each other. He had put the condom on already.

"C— Can I now . . . ?"

He shook his head yes — giving me the green light.

I slid myself on top of slowly, gasped and closed my eyes at the somewhat painful but pleasurable feeling. London had his arms around my upper body holding me in place as he moved his hips up and down slowly — that made me groan into his shoulder and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Does it hurt?" he whispered.

Hiding my face in the crook of his neck, I clenched my teeth together and let out a groan of satisfaction before answering. "No."

"Does that feel good?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I panted.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No, of course not! Don't stop . . . London, please."

I started leaving light kisses on his shoulder, his jawline and collarbone. I finally got a moan out of him while nibbling on his neck. When I looked up, I saw that his eyes were closed and his lips were parted. That was when I decided to do more.

I moved my hips in a circular motion as he did, slowly.

"Shit!" he whispered.

"Is that good?" I murmured.

"Yes . . . Very."

His hands gripped my ponytail, but not in that way, more so like he was latching on to me — afraid to let go. I didn't want him to let go, at all. I didn't want to move from being on top of him.

"I love you, Paris—" "I love you, London—"