Patrick Fifteen: Bonjour, Paris!

Mild Nudity, FYI

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When we landed in France, it was around 3am, so Katya and I said goodbye to Jack, checking into our hotel. I had booked us the honeymoon suite, complete with rose petals, and a complementary bottle of champagne dunked in a bucket of ice. Katya was excited to see the suite, as was I. I had seen pictures of it online when I was setting it up, but they were just of the layout of the room, minus the fun decorations they would add later. We headed upstairs and when I opened the door, Katya squealed with delight. I put our luggage on the ottoman that was next to the dresser that had a letter on the surface of it.

"Eee! Patrick! It's so big and beautiful!"

I opened the letter and it read, "Bonjour Monsieur et Madame Hunt, Enjoy your stay in Paris, with this complementary bottle of champagne. Sincerely, Hotel de la Tour Eiffel." I opened the balcony doors, stepping out onto it, my eyes widening when I saw the Eiffel Tower just across the pond. I didn't think that I should be surprised, considering I purposely booked a hotel that was close to the famous landmark, but it was still a very inspiring sight to be so close to it, to see it with my own eyes.

Katya came over to me after admiring the living area in our suite and put her arms around my neck, giving me a hard kiss on the lips, occasionally running her fingers through my hair.

"Patrick, thanks so much for this! You booked the perfect hotel! I can't believe the Eiffel Tower is so close!"

"Mmmm... you're welcome. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm so sorry I was such a jerk at the airport. Can you forgive me?"

"I already have. Would you like to go try out the bed?"

"Dirty mind, Mr. Hunt? Of course I would, but first I have a surprise for you."

"Oh you do, do you?"

I smacked Katya lightly on her cute little butt and she grinned at me, going back into the room. She took her backpack into the bathroom with her, while I poured some of the champagne, bringing the glasses over to the night stands that were next to the bed. I took my shirt off and laid on the bed, facing the bathroom door.

When she opened the door, my jaw hit the floor. She looked amazing. I had never seen her legs look as long as they did right now. She was wearing a really hot piece of lingerie with sheer fabric that hung down the sides of her hips and legs, with some sexy sandals that were really high. The criss cross pattern of the clothing around her breasts was flattering, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. Katya didn't have a lot of curve to her figure, but this outfit was accentuating the little curve she did have. Her hair was slightly curled and hung around her face in beautiful waves. Katya looked at me shyly, raising her hand up to her face in a sexy pose.

"Do you like it? I wouldn't have picked it out myself, but Ephemera insisted this would be perfect."

"Are you kidding, baby? You look hot. I love it."

I went over to her and leaned close to her, bracing myself against the wall and teasing her with my proximity. Katya looked at me with lust in her beautiful blue eyes and I could tell she wanted me to kiss her. She crossed her arms under her breasts and smiled at me. The sexual tension between us filled the room and threatened to explode out the windows and doors of our hotel room. I wanted Katya, but at the same time, I was curious to see if she would make the first move on me. It was difficult because I just wanted to rip off her lingerie and ravage her, but I felt like this was probably a much hotter way of going about it.

My plan worked when Katya suddenly spun me around, pinning me against the wall. She raised my arms above my head, grabbed my wrists, and placed her left leg in between my legs, rubbing my groin with her knee. I gasped from the shock of her being so forceful and kissed her luscious, full lips, biting her lower lip gently. Katya moved her hands down my arms seductively, then touched my chest and sides before resting her hands on the waistband of my jeans. She quickly undid them and slid them down to the floor, pushing me onto the bed.

I was feeling pretty good, putting my hands on the bed behind me, as Katya parted my legs, crawled in between them and stuck her thumb in my mouth. I sucked on it a little bit, and she smiled, taking it out and then kissing me roughly. I clamped my legs around her and pushed her down on the bed, unzipping her lingerie and tossing it on the floor. Katya stripped my underwear off, wrapping her legs around me as I entered her and we enjoyed a few hours of blissful love making before falling asleep.

Later that morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up a little bit before answering so I wouldn't sound like I was incoherent.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Hunt."

"Bonjour."

"Je vous appelle pour vous réveiller."

"Oui, merci beaucoup."

"Au revoir."

I hung up the phone and sat up, not knowing that Katya was awake yet, so I went to tap her on the shoulder, and she ended up climbing on top of my lap, straddling me.

"Patrick, you speak French? That's so sexy!"

"Yeah, my mom knows French, and she taught me. What do you want to do today?"

"I thought we could go to the bookstore? I mean I know it's silly, but I really like books."

Katya batted her eyelashes at me, and I laughed. Words could not express how happy I was that she was in such a great mood.

"Okay, the bookstore it is. I also want to go to The Louvre, I promised Armand I'd get him a picture, and I think the gift shop there would have one. We should also get wine. We are in the land of wine and cheese, after all."

After roughly planning what we were going to do that day, we got dressed and headed out. The weather was nice, a bit on the cool side, but comfortable nevertheless. I had my arm around Katya, thoroughly enjoying our time together. When we got to the bookstore, Katya's face lit up, and I went in with her, browsing the cookbook section while she looked at the fiction novels. I went over to her after picking up some cookbooks and she turned towards me, telling me she was going to buy a tourist picture book.

Afterwards, we dropped our new books off at our hotel room, and headed to The Louvre to wander. While we were in the Greek and Roman mythology exhibit, Katya's phone rang.

"Hi Daddy! Well, let me ask Patrick first, but I think that should be fine."

Katya placed her hand over the phone and asked me if I would mind her going to grab some food with her dad for a little while so they could talk. I said it was probably okay, and this would give me a chance to go sightseeing on my own. I told her I would meet her back at the hotel later that day.

"Daddy? Meet you at the bistro in half an hour?"

Katya hung up, and grabbed my hand. We stopped at the museum gift shop and I got a picture for Armand, then I walked her to the bistro so she could meet her dad. I gave her a kiss and told her to have fun, then headed to the winery.

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I said goodbye to Patrick and turned my attention to Daddy, who was already there, sitting at the counter, waiting for me. After Patrick left, Daddy came over to me and I gave him a big hug.

"Hi, Princess, have you been having fun?"

"Yes. I love being here. Thank you for the tickets."

Daddy went and ordered some food for us, a bouillabaisse for himself, and ratatouille for me. We sat down at a small table by the window, savoring the aroma of our warm food that sat in front of us.

"Mmm, this is so tasty!"

"It's authentic, so the true flavors are coming through. I'm happy you like it."

"So... Daddy? I kind of wanted to pick up our conversation about Sandra... I'm curious about what happened to her. I mean, if you're okay with it."

Daddy scooped another spoonful of soup into his mouth before speaking again.

"Ahh yeah, okay. Well, I told you she showed up at the house higher than a kite, so I took her to the hospital. After a week, the worst had passed, and she didn't need to be in the hospital anymore, so I somehow convinced her to come back with me so I could continue helping her, hoping that she would finally be sober and do something better with her life. Things were going well for a while, and we had a really good month together. One night, I heard commotion downstairs, struggling, breaking glass, and then a gun shot. I quickly ran towards the sound, and found the front door hanging wide open, the wind howling through the opening ominously. I looked for Sandra, and ..."

Daddy's voice caught in his throat, and it looked like it was getting hard for him to talk. He finished off the rest of his soup before continuing the story. His gaze shifted from his bowl to the ceiling, as if he was hoping the heavens would give him the strength to proceed.

"Sandra died, Princess. She was laying on the kitchen floor with a gun shot wound to her chest that was too much for her body to take. She bled out in my arms. I never knew who shot her, the police did an investigation, but they found no evidence. The shooter had been wearing gloves, so he left no fingerprints. As far as they could tell, it was a professional hit, someone had been ordered to kill Sandra. All her drug habits must have tied her to some serious criminals, and she probably wronged someone very powerful. After the results of the investigation came in from the police, I just couldn't live in that house any longer."

"Oh my god, Daddy, I'm so sorry. Sandra and I were never close, but it makes me feel so much better that Ephemera and I are actually friends now."

Daddy moved his chair closer to the window and rested his elbows on his legs, looking up at me.

"It's ok, Katya. It's been six years now since then, and I will always miss Sandra, but I've gotten over the grief for the most part. It's of course, hard to talk about, but I'll be okay. I need to tell you something too, Princess, regarding your relationship with Patrick. I know you don't like hearing it, but please, whatever you do, love him unconditionally, and don't take him or Armand for granted. You never know when the ones you love will be taken from you. Life is unpredictable, and I'm not saying bad things will happen, I'm saying that if they do, they always catch you off guard. Most of the time then, it's too late to fix anything."

I felt small tears well up in my eyes as I ate my food, realizing he was right, and not understanding why I was so stubborn all the time. Suddenly something clicked in my head, I didn't have to be sad about Armand, I just had to make it better, for mine and Patrick's sake.