Kiss Me Slowly/CH 12

Although the sights of the lovely, romantic city, with its ancient treasures as well as many modern places of interest were incredible, the changes in her personal life still overshadowed (in a positive way) Betty's first visit to Paris.

She sighed, dreaming of the future that lay ahead for her and Daniel. She felt his arm snake around her waist from behind and softly nuzzle her "sweet spot", below her ear down to her neck that he had quickly learned would turn her to so much putty in his hands. She moaned softly, "Mmm...Daniel, sweetie! We're in public!"

He grinned slyly, as he looked up on the walls of the museum at the famous artwork that they were supposed to be admiring on their "self-guided tour", "Yeah, but come on, baby, we're in...PARIS! PDA is practically a national pastime here! Why do you think I wanted to bring you here for the first stop on our honeymoon?"

She couldn't resist giggling and turning in his arms for what began as sweet but soon turned into a torrid kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, both of them becoming completely lost in their "love bubble".

To his credit, Daniel knew his new wife well enough to discreetly pull them out of the main thoroughfare to a deserted hallway, then through a small, empty room of the famous museum. After several minutes, however, as things became more heated, she pulled slightly apart, looking around, her eyes widened,"DANIEL! Where ARE we? I don't think this is part of the tour! Is it...okay for us to be here? Nobody's even in this section!"

He grinned, nodding, as his eyes twinkled, "Uh huh. I know. All part of my evil plan!"

"WHAT? Daniel! What did you do?"

He feigned innocence, but it wasn't his strong suit and of course, Betty was onto him immediately, "Me? I didn't do anything! Not yet, anyway. What are you accusing me of?"

She narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously, "You DID something! You just said you had an 'evil plan'! What is it? You can't keep a secret from me, Daniel Meade! I'm your wife!"

That merely got her a grin, and an even deeper kiss, "Yes, you are!"

She leaned forward and whispered, "Did you...bribe a guard here or something? We AREN'T supposed to be in this part of the museum! I did the online preview tour and I'm positive this area is private!"

He shrugged, "Yeah, so? We're a private party, right? Okay, fine, you've got me, Betty, maybe my sister happens to know somebody here that is a curator for the museum and he might have told me where there are no security cameras or tours because nothing is displayed or stored in here. You were so busy kissing me just now, you didn't hear...the door lock behind us!" he grinned.

"Is THAT why there are no paintings or sculptures here? I was wondering!" she pushed away from him and looked around curiously, but put her hands on her hips, "Still, Daniel, this IS technically The Louvre! What is it with you and...doing stuff in public places? We have a perfectly nice hotel room!"

He shrugged, "What can I say; maybe it's part of my being a reformed sex addict! I happen to think it's kind of exciting, knowing we might get caught! Is that really such a terrible thing?"

She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head, "No. Maybe. I don't know! I've never...but well..I guess I DID sort of promise we would, didn't I? And we never finished doing anything back at Mode in your old office that time, so..."

He began walking her back towards a settee as he punctuated every word with another kiss, "Yeah, you did get my hopes up. And maybe...I'm so totally, completely, absolutely in love with you that I can't resist ...kissing you, no matter where we are!

And you know...kissing those luscious lips of yours leads to...touching, and touching leads to...more touching… and you get the idea, sweetie! What can I say? I can't get enough of you! I mean, it's this or...we never go outside!"

She shook her head, unable to form complete sentences (or even words) feeling overwhelmed with his lips and sexy voice and the scent of his cologne, as he had absolutely kissed any good sense out of her by this point and as usual, she found herself simply nodding and agreeing with anything the man said, while he had her under his "spell" of insane desire for him!

"Me, too, Daniel! I love you so much!"

When they were stepping outside of the museum, walking around, he leaned down and kissed her cheek, and whispered, as he slid his arm around her, "YOU do realize how crazy I am about you, wifey poo? I love you more than I can tell you."

Her blush was his reward, and he went to kiss her again, but she shoved his arm playfully, almost making him lose his balance. As he glanced at the Glass Pyramid, he grabbed her hand and they ran down the street, "Okay, let's get far away from all that glass! No offense, honey, but you're making me nervous. I don't want either of us spending the rest of our honeymoon in the hospital!"

They took a leisurely stroll past the Seine, exploring Notre Dame, and stopped for lunch, then headed to the Eiffel Tower just before sunset, admiring the spectacular views.

Betty sighed, "This day has been perfect, Daniel! I hate to see it end. But there is only one thing that is making me want to leave right now."

He narrowed his eyes, and pursed his lips, rubbing his chin in thought, "Um...let's see...it's been a long time since we ate. You want to get something special for dinner?"

She shook her head, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his waist, gesturing towards the elevator, "You're getting warm. Actually, I was thinking more about...dessert. Putting you on the menu. I really like having my dessert first...and...eating it off each other!"

His smile spread, as he waggled his eyebrows, and held her face, crashing his lips into hers, "I agree! We are definitely going to need LOTS of whipped cream tonight!"

She giggled, grabbing his hand as they ran towards the doors to their hotel. Once they got to their room, they were both out of breath, and collapsed against the door, laughing.

"I think we should take a nice shower. I'm all sweaty from chasing you down the street or rue or whatever, then down the hallway!"

"Mmhmm...I agree! That sounds like a great plan, hubby! You can go first if you want."

Daniel decided to pick her up and carry her into the huge bathroom, "You crazy girl, I meant TOGETHER! Why would we waste all that water taking separate showers? Everything is so much more fun when we do it together, right? Showering, eating, running, walking, working, playing...everything! We're a team, right? Team...what did Justin call us, oh yeah, Detty! We're Team Detty!"

She giggled again, "Daniel! Put me down, silly! I can walk! Fine, we'll shower together. And eat together, then play...together. Then sleep together."

He shrugged, as he opened the shower door, grabbing towels for them as they both began stripping their clothes off one another, "I don't know how much sleep we'll be getting, since we spent all day out in public with our clothes on and only got to have sex that one time all day! We did sleep in this morning, thankfully, cause I plan to keep you up all night!" he glanced down and smirked, "Since you keep ME up, it's only fair!"

"Wait! I have an idea. Hold on!" She stopped him before they both actually stepped inside the shower and ran back into the bedroom for a moment, then came back carrying a stool with straps to place suitcases on and held it up.

Daniel ran to take it from her, "What's this for? In the shower?"

She shrugged, smiling, "Well, I am a lot shorter than you, so…I don't know, I thought maybe you could sit down and I can sit on your lap, you know, facing you?"

He leaned down to kiss her thoroughly, shaking his head, "Great idea! You think of everything, Betty!"

"Not yet, but after we've been married for a few years, I'm thinking we might need to get a spinning wheel to decide what position to use!"

"Another great plan to keep things fresh! But the graphics might get a little like the kamasutra, so we're going to have to be pretty creative about how we name those positions. I'm sure you can think of some PG sounding names for doggy, missionary, cowgirl, butterfly, and all the top ten or twenty or so at least. Hell, maybe we should just break out the kamsutra and go through it."

"Butterfly? What's THAT? Daniel! You're crazy! There are sixty-four positions in that thing! A lot of which both people would have to be gymnasts to actually do!"

That earned her a laugh as he sat down on the stool and pulled her onto his lap, straddling him while he got the water temperature just right, and started kissing her neck and face as she rode him, "First of all, I absolutely love that you actually know how many positions there are in the kamasutra, sweetie!

Be honest, did you research that or something when we got married? And as far as the...gymnastic thing is concerned, I guess that's true, but hey, I figure I'm willing to at least try almost anything once. It might be fun and worth being a little sore the next day. I always wondered why there weren't sixty-nine positions in there!"

"Me, too!" she blurted out, as they both laughed.

As she opened her eyes slowly late the next morning, Betty glanced down at the residue of whipped cream and chocolate still on her right breast and side of her left hip and smiled contentedly. She put out her index finger to lick off a bit still on Daniel's stomach, but he opened one eye and grabbed her finger, "Hey! Am I on the breakfast menu, too, young lady?"

"Always!" she teased, "That's why I married you!"

He laughed, and rolled on top of her, holding her arms down on either side of her, "I see how it is. You're saying you want me on call, huh? Well, actually...that works for me. Trust me, ANYTIME you want me...just let me know when you're in the mood for me on the menu and I'm yours, baby! All yours!"

She smiled and put her hands on his shoulders, "Then I'm a VERY lucky woman, Daniel! And I fully intend to take you up on your offer! In fact, how does right now work for you?"

"Um...let's see. Let me check my busy schedule and see if I can squeeze you in. Wow. will you look at that, I think I might JUST have time right now!"

Her blush was all he needed to know this was going to be one of many days that healed his heart from all the drama and sadness he had been through in his past. Life before Betty came crashing into it was something he never wanted to go back to.

She laughed, "You look happy!"

"Never been happier."

"Care to share with the class?"

"That's easy. I'm your husband. This is our honeymoon. And you've been surprising me with just how many great ideas you have for our sex life in the future. Okay, maybe not JUST sex, I am actually excited about your magazine ideas, too, but...let's just say you make me a very, very happy man, Betty! I do believe I've met my match in every way! You're incredibly smart, funny, kind, and generous, you're sexy, you're…"

She cut him off by pulling him down for a sultry kiss, "Shut up, honey! You had me at sexy. Actually, you had me at let's see, what was the first thing you ever said to me again?

Oh, right! When I crashed into the glass door in the conference room and you asked if I was alright! That inspired a lot of very racy entries in my diary! Such a gentleman! You were the only person there who even seemed to care if I was dead or alive! Everyone else just ignored me!"

He started kissing her, "Okay, I thought you told ME to shut up! Fine, I get it. I was...nice. For the first day at least! I'd rather not think about what an asshole I was the rest of your first week at Mode, though! And then you even gave me credit for your idea! See, that's what I mean, honey. You're such a good woman! I know I really don't deserve you. But...please just let me try to make it up to you. For the rest of our lives."

Her smile filled him with total joy, "I'm free for the rest of my life, actually."

"Good to know." Daniel began kissing her fingers, then they both became lost in pleasing each other again. They spent most of their first week as a married couple in the hotel, leaving only briefly on occasion to explore the romantic city as well as each other.

Many of the treasured sights of Rome would have to wait for another trip, too. Although Betty managed to slip out for a tour when her new husband was still sleeping and they both did one tour of the Vatican and St. Peter's together, much of their time was spent indoors, again in their honeymoon suite.

As they returned to their suite after throwing coins in Trevi Fountain and stopping to enjoy the views of the Spanish Steps where their hotel entrance was, Hassler in Roma, Betty looked up at him, kissing him deeply, "You have no idea how much all this means to me, Daniel! Europe is so amazing, I want you to know how happy you've made me, and how thrilled I am to be here! I'll never forget all these beautiful places you're sharing with me, honey! But honestly, spending my time and sharing them with YOU is the real thing that I will remember, years from now when we're old and grey!"

When she finally let him up for air, he leaned his forehead against hers and smiled, then taking her chin in his hand, he shook his head, "Betty, sweetie, I've been able to see all these places before but I never truly appreciated them and took my wealth for granted. Now, it's like I'm seeing everything for the first time again.

Sharing all this with YOU, that's what's special to me. Before I had you in my life, it was like I had blinders on and nothing mattered to me. But now, every day with you is special, fun and exciting and amazing, just because I'm with you. Being here is just the cherry on top. Mmm….cherries! That reminds me! Are you game?"

"For what? Food or sex? Or both?"

He laughed, "I think we're having way too much fun mixing food and sex on our honeymoon and getting kind of spoiled! Once we get back home, I don't know if New York restaurants will have such 'fancy' food for us to use in our little games! And we both suck at cooking. Well, you do. Your dad says there's still some hope he can turn me into his sous chef. He's given up on you or Hilda or Justin!"

She rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly, as she turned, enjoying the beautiful views, then grabbed his hand, pulling him inside, "Come on, let's see the sunset on our terrace and we'll order your favorite dish here in Italy, Mr. chef! Spaghetti!"

"Are you making fun of me? What can I say? I like spaghetti! Is that a crime?"

"No, but those disgusting snails you got in Paris were! Yuck! How can you eat those things?"

"Put garlic sauce on just about anything and I can eat it! I don't know. It's an acquired taste, I grant you. I say, you can keep those sickening sweet Mango Margaritas, lady! I'll stick to my Scotch!"

She shrugged, as she put her arm around his waist, while they headed back into their room after a day of roaming around Rome. Once they were inside, she led him onto their lovely little balcony with its breathtaking views of the city, and her eyes twinkled, "Daniel! I have an idea!"

He followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist, standing behind her, kissing her ear, and smiled as soon as he saw the look on her face. It was one he recognized immediately, "Okay, sweetie. How do you want us to change the world this time?"