The City Of Love {Stacey}

[brendan]

26th June, 2009

Brendan had now been with Stacey for just over a month, not what you would call a very long time, but already to Brendan it had felt like he had been with Stacey forever, but in a good way of course. Maybe he was mad to be thinking of this so soon, but he knew how he felt, and Stacey had taken the whole Libby being his daughter thing very well, so to Brendan it just felt right to take their relationship to the next stage. He was completely and utterly in love with Anastacia Potter, and he wanted to make her Anastacia Harris.

So, he secretly booked a personal flight, having very wealthy parents, and being Assistant Editor of The Chronicle, he was in a very good position to be able to do that kind of thing. He had already phoned his parents and asked if they could take Libby in for a week, because he wanted to take his girlfriend away for a romantic holiday. Libby had been only too pleased to go, as she wanted to bond with her grandparents, and naturally when James and Karen found out about Libby they were over the moon.

Now, it was just the two of them. He had been up in the bedroom secretly packing their suitcase, putting in as many clothes and items he thought Stacey would want or need, and when he was finished, he carried it down the stairs with him, and placed it behind one of the sofas, before gently throwing himself down next to Stacey, who was already sitting on it. He grinned at her, those dimples in full force, as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The kiss lasted for a few moments, and when he gently pulled apart from her, he took out a satin scarf, and winked at her. "I've planned a little somethin' an' I don' wan' ya to see where yer goin'." He explained and laughed a little, as he gently tied it around her eyes, and then helped her to her feet. He then went and lifted her jacket, not that she needed it in Las Vegas with the weather they had at this time of year, but he couldn't guarantee the weather where they were going. He then grabbed the suitcase, and grabbing Stacey's hand in his own free one, he began making his way to the jeep.

He was of course going to drive it to the airport, and leave the jeep in the safe hands of the park and ride people. He'd entrusted his jeep with them before, so he knew he could do it again. After driving for about half an hour, Brendan pulled into the Las Vegas airport, and took the jeep round to the park and ride. He stepped out, and went round and opened the passenger side for Stacey to get out, and then grabbed the suitcase, nodding his head to the men to take the jeep away.

He then made his way over to the private jet they'd be travelling in. He had asked his friend Little John to make sure the shutters were down on the windows, when they began their descent into Paris, because he wanted to keep where they were going from Stacey as much as possible, and didn't want her blindfolded the whole time she was on the plane. He called his friend Little John, because he was huge, taller than Brendan and his name was John. Basically it was his nickname for his friend, but he stole it from Robin Hood.

"Alright Brendan." The voice said as he approached, he winked at Little John, who was going to be their personal pilot. "Yeah, am jus' fine Little John, yerself?" Brendan asked with a chuckle. "Yeah, I'm just great. You ready to go then?" Little John asked Brendan. He grinned, "I sure am." He replied and then with his hand on Stacey's back, he guided her up the steps into the private jet. Once they were both safely inside, and the door was closed, and Brendan had safely tucked the suitcase away out of sight, he removed Stacey's blindfold, to reveal the inside of the private jet.

It was one of those luxurious ones, the inside decor was like red velvet, and there was a wide screen television, and there was a table which had an ice bucket with a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of red roses with a card inside, which he then leaned over, lifted up and handed to Stacey. "Fer ma beautiful Bambi." He said and leaned in to kiss her again.

The Roses



The Card With The Roses

[Anastacia Potter]

Stacey was having a lazy day. Well one of many since meeting Brendan. She was just sitting on the sofa, feet curled under her, and flicking through the many channels on the tv. AT that time of day, there was nothing especially on. But Stacey wasn't really taking much notice of the tv anyway, what with being lost in thought.

She had been thinking alot about her and Brendan, and how well that they fit as a couple. But then since Libby came into the picture, she felt it more and more. It was like he said, they were a family. Though Stacey felt that it was sort of a family, as she was now Libby's mother. Far from it. She was just Brendan's girlfriend. But Stacey had gotten to know Libby a bit since that day that she came into their lives. She had had a lot of practice being a parent since Libby entered the picture.

Stacey was in her own little world when Brendan sat down next to her on the sofa. She jumped a little, but then when she turned to look at him, she melted at that smile and those dimples. No wonder she had given him that nickname Dimples, he so owned that name in her book. Then his lips were on her own, and he began to kiss her passionately. Stacey of cause returned the kiss, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. She so wanted to take the kiss further, since Libby was not around, as she was visiting her grandparents.

Just when Stacey was getting into the kiss, Brendan pulled away gently from her. She frowned, and then thought that maybe he was teasing her or something. But then he revealed a satin scarf. She smirked. "Kinky." But then Brendan just winked, and then said that he had planned something, and he didn't want her to see. Stacey looked sideways, wondering what he could have planned, and then looked at him warmly. "Okay." Now she was getting curious and worried. She hated surprised, but she would make an exception for Brendan.

He tied the scarf around her eyes, and then helped her stand up. Since she couldn't see anything, Stacey would have to rely on Brendan. She soon felt her jacket being put on, which she thought was silly. It was too hot to have one on, which just made her curious even more. Then seconds later, Stacey felt Brendan's hand in her own, and was then led outside. She was soon sitting in Brendan's jeep, and then they were off driving.

It felt like forever, but decided to ask one question. Unsure which direction she was looking, Stacey then spoke. "Do I even get a hint as to where we are going?" Though as soon as she said it, she knew that maybe she wouldn't. This was the first major surprise thing that Brendan had done for her, and she wasn't sure whether he would give any hints. But he didn't seem the kind of guy to keep things from anyone. Though maybe seeing it involved her, he might just keep it hush hush.

The jeep finally came to a stop, and she sat and waited until Brendan led her again out of the car, and then they walked again. Soon enough, Stacey heard a male voice acknowledge Brendan, who then replied asking how he was. Then the male voice asked Brendan if he was ready. Brendan replied saying sure am. Stacey was feeling her curiosity getting too much, like she was going to burst. She could feel her face frown a little, so wanting to know what Brendan had planned. She so wanted to peek under the scarf, but knew she would disappoint Brendan, so decided against it.

Stacey then felt a hand on her back, and she was guided up the stairs. Now, she knew these were stairs for outside, as she felt the wind in her hair, even though the weather was warm. Soon enough she was inside, what she believed to be a plane now. She stood where she stopped, wondering what would happen next. She heard the door shut, and something put down on the floor of the plane. Then slowly the blindfold was removed.

As it wasn't sunny or too bright in the plane, Stacey didn't have to adjust her eyes too much. Looking around, she noticed that the blinds at the windows were drawn. "So I still can't see anything," Stacey laughed. Her eyes soon settled on the bottle of wine and the flowers. Looking at Brendan, she looked at him with a warm smile. "Oh Brendan." That was all she got out, before he handed her the card. He then kissed her, which she responded to quickly, and then looked at the card.

Just reading those words, brought tears to her eyes for some reason. But the not knowing what he had planned and her emotions lately were getting to her. Putting her hand on his chest, she looked deep into his eyes. "You are my forever." With that Stacey lent in for a kiss, putting all she had into it. She put her arms around Brendan's neck, and just got lost in the moment.

[brendan]

Brendan hadn't meant to make Stacey jump when he had gently thrown himself down next to her, but he couldn't help but notice that's what she did. "Didn' mean to scare ya." His voice was so soft, but that was just before he leaned in to kiss her passionately, which he was happy to see she returned. When he felt her tongue in his mouth, he couldn't help but explore her mouth with his own tongue. He hadn't really been able to kiss her quite so passionately for a while, not since Libby entered his life. Oh it was fine at night, but like this, during the day, he felt he had to be a bit more careful.

And as much as he would have liked that kiss to go on, he had a time schedule to keep to if he wanted to get both of them to the flight on time, so he had gently pulled apart from the kiss. After he had revealed the satin scarf he was going to tie around her eyes, she uttered the word 'kinky'. Brendan couldn't help but laugh at that, and shake his head. "Behave Bambi, tha' sorta stuff only happens in the bedroom an' ya know it." He laughed again after it, he was sure they'd have plenty of that kinky stuff while away in Paris. He just grinned when she said okay, and of course he had then tied the scarf around her eyes.

After he had led Stacey into his jeep and they had been driving for a short while, she asked if she was going to get a hint of where they were going. Brendan chuckled to himself. Should he give a hint, or would any hint be too much of a hint? "Don' know if I should give ya one, it migh' spoil the surprise. Can I jus' say tha' am hopin' it migh' be the most romantic time ya've ever had?"

Even saying that, had he said too much? He seriously hoped not, but she might be clever enough to work out the connections with the word romantic. He didn't want it to be blown, but he also didn't want to say no to her request completely, because Brendan found it very difficult to say no to Stacey. It hadn't taken long after that for Brendan to reach the airport and soon he had led Stacey inside the private jet. Apart from Little John the pilot, they were all alone, and would be for several hours, as it took over fifteen hours to get to Paris from Las Vegas. Paris was also nine hours ahead of Las Vegas.

So even though they had left Las Vegas at ten in the morning it would be seven in the evening in Paris and with the fifteen hours it would take them to get there, it would mean by Paris time they would be arriving at ten the following morning, so Brendan had made sure that there would be plenty of food available for them to eat, as their body clocks would be out of sync for a day at least.

After he removed the blindfold, he could only laugh when Stacey commented that she still couldn't see anything. "Yeah, am sorry abou' tha' Bambi, but ya see, when the plane is descendin' ya migh' see somethin' I don' wan' ya to see." He really hoped that she wouldn't mind the whole secret of everything, but he wanted it to be so special and he didn't want anything spoiling it. Although, he didn't think it was possible for anything to spoil what he had planned.

It was great being at the office during the day, even if it did kill him to be apart from Stacey, but he had been able to plan so much without her knowing. He had got the private jet sorted, he had booked the hotel they would be staying at, and of course he had even booked the restaurant for that special day. The rest of the days, they could go sight seeing and basically do what ever they wanted.

He even wanted Stacey to go on a shopping spree and buy what ever she wanted in one of the fashion capital's of the world. He had organised for her to get an American Express Gold Card, like he had, and she could get what ever she wanted and he would pay the bill without giving it a second thought. It hadn't taken her long to notice the wine and the roses, and the simple 'oh Brendan' was enough for him. His eyes sparkled and his dimples glowed as he smiled warmly at her.

He soon felt her hand on his chest, and those words she spoke, well it just made what he was planning all the more right and special in his eyes. He didn't get a chance to reply, because her lips were on his, and he wasn't going to hold back in responding, especially now they were completely on their own in this jet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him tightly and then returned the kiss with deep passion, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth once more, dancing around Stacey's own tongue.

There was so many things he couldn't wait to show her, and give her, he felt his heart was going to burst with excitement from it all. He just hoped that she would say yes, so everything he had done would be worth it, but somehow, he had a feeling she wasn't going to say no. They were perfect for each other.

[Anastacia Potter]

Stacey thought about what he said about certain things only happening in the bedroom. Well, that was for sure. They had many a night together, but the ones Stacey remembered the most were the ones where Brendan was so gentle and passionate towards what they were doing. Stacey was so used to the sex just being forced, and over with after only moments. Their moments together were always much longer, and more about bringing them together. Nothing was ever rushed, and now Stacey liked this kind of love making more than what she was used to over the years.

When Stacey asked that question, she wasn't sure whether he would give her any hints. But when he said what he said in reply, she wondered what he meant by romantic. They had done some romantic things in the past month, but had slowed down since Libby had come into the picture. But Stacey loved her like she was her daughter, but did missing having every moment with him. She wasn't the least bit jealous, though had gotten used to having him all to herself. Stacey bit her bottom lip, then let a small smile slip across her face. "Okay then." She began to rack her brain as to what he meant, but soon came up with nothing.

Stacey could only look at Brendan when he said that he didn't want her to see anything when the plane descended. Now she wondered where they were going. But knowing Brendan, and what money he had, it had to be somewhere special. Stacey began to think about where they could be going as she looked around the plane. When all she could must was an 'oh Brendan' to him, Stacey saw his eyes sparkle. Looks like it was the reaction he was after. She loved him so much, and loved him even more for whatever he had secretly planned for her.

That kiss and passion between them was just the thing to keep the thought of flying from Stacey's mind. She had never told Brendan, but she hadn't flown before, mainly liking to taking the bus or taxi when getting around. Though now she was on the plane, Stacey didn't have the heart to tell him that she might not be the best passenger on the flight. Just thinking about how she might be make her feel sick. Stacey hoped that she was able to keep whatever she was feeling inside her, rather then out all over the plane. That would be so embarassing on her part.

The feel of his arms around her waist and the feel of his tongue inside her mouth, brought her back to reality. They just fitted so well together, and couldn't wait to spend some alone time with him, without anyone else with them. She loved Libby, but was glad that she was having some quality time of her own. Then a voice come over the speaker in their section of the plane. "It is time to go guys. So get yourself seated and buckled up, and we can start to go." Stacey parted from Brendan, and felt her heart begin to beat fast. This was it. She was going to lose her last meal all over Brendan, and he is going to laugh. Feeling like she did in fact need to sit, Stacey smiled weakly at Brendan. "Maybe we should sit like he said."

With that Stacey quickly made her way over to the seats. "If it is okay, could I sit on the outside? Just in case I have to get up at any time, saves climbing over you all the time." Stacey waited for Brendan to sit first, and then she sat down. She fumbled with the buckle, but seemed to be unable to work it. "B, can you help me please." Stacey was feeling really nervous now, and tried to slow her breathing down a bit.

Then they were off. Stacey slowly went for one of Brendan's hands, and held it, trying not to sqeeze it too tightly. She laid back in the seat, and closed her eyes. Her head started to swim a bit, and tried to take a few deep breaths. Stacey was waiting for Brendan to say something, anything, about what she was doing. Luckily the person who was flying the plane said it was okay for them to unbuckle their belts. Stacey unclipped hers, got up, and ran to the bathroom out the back, and closed the door. She stood at the basin, looking into the mirror. She looked like shit. Her face was pale, and she saw sweat forming on her forehead. Then a bad sensation was felt in her stomach.

All Stacey could think was that she hoped that it would stay there, in her stomach. But just as she heard the door open, Stacey ran to the toilet, and began to be sick in it.

[brendan]

Brendan was happy when Stacey said 'okay then' to the whole thing being a surprise and secret from her. He hated to keep things back from her, he loved sharing everything with her, but this was one surprise he totally wanted kept from her. He just wanted to see the reaction of her when she gets the blindfold taken off and finds out where she is standing. He chuckled to himself at the thought of that idea. They were going to have the best week ever, he was going to make sure of it.

When Brendan explained his reason for keeping the blinds down on the plane's windows, Stacey didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Was doing all of this in secret maybe a little too much for her? Should he maybe have at least explained that he was taking her to Paris for a week? It's not as if he had to tell her what he planned while there. But no, he thought to himself, if he had told her about taking her to Paris, he was certain it would have spoiled the surprise and he didn't want that.

The kiss between them seemed to last forever, well obviously it didn't last forever, but it felt like it had lasted for a long time anyway. He loved the passion between them when they kissed, it was always such a gentle, tender passion. It was never rough, Brendan didn't see the need for it to be like that. It was all down to romance, all down to the tenderness. That's what really made a couple in Brendan's eyes, the love, tenderness, romance and trust. And Brendan felt they both had that by the barrel load.

Brendan was getting into the kiss in a big way, when he heard his friend Little John's voice come over to say they were getting ready to take off. Brendan was so excited, he knew it would be hours before they got to Paris, but he couldn't wait for everything to unfold. He just couldn't wait to actually propose to Stacey. He really hoped she would say yes, because the proposal he had planned wasn't going to be the typical on his knee proposal. Oh no, not Brendan, he had something far more flashy in mind, but should Stacey say no, and he doubted she would, but if she did say no, he'd probably be very embarrassed, as it wouldn't be such a private proposal.

"Yeah Bambi, we should sit, least till it's stopped climbin'." Brendan agreed. He was just getting ready to sit down when Stacey asked if she could sit on the outside. "Yeah, course ya can." He replied, and he slipped into the window seat and buckled up his seat belt, and watched as Stacey seemed to be having a difficult time with her own. Watching her face, he was beginning to wonder if she was secretly upset about all of this, or, something he hadn't thought of, did she have a fear of flying? He would feel terrible if she did.

He was just about to help her with the seat belt when she asked him if he could help. "Sure can Bambi." He said, giving her a warm smile, and immediately clipped the belt into place and glanced at her from the side of his eye with worry etched on his face. When Stacey took one of his hands, he turned to face her again, and she was leaning back in the seat with her eyes closed. So, he was right with one of his thoughts before, looking at her now, it was fairly obvious she had a fear of flying. He could have mentally slapped himself.

He leaned over then, squeezing her hand gently with reassurance, "Bambi, am sorry, I didn' even think to ask if ya migh' have had a fear of flyin'. But am here, an' Little John's an awesome pilot, we'll be jus' fine." His words came out in a voice which was so soft and calming, he hoped it would make Stacey feel better about the whole flight. Although he was lucky not to suffer from a fear of flying so naturally he had no real idea how Stacey was feeling.

Little John soon said they could unclip their belts, and Brendan could only watch as Stacey seemed to make a mad dash to the plane's toilet. Now he really was worried about her. Of course Brendan immediately stood up and went running after her. He knocked on the door, even though there was only himself and Stacey travelling on the plane, then walked into the toilet, just in time to see Stacey chucking up in the toilet.

He felt so guilty now. He went right to her put his hand on the small of her back and rubbed at it, as he used his other hand to pull back her hair from her face. "I really am sorry, I shoulda asked if ya had a fear of flyin', I feel terrible, really I do." He said, and then he remembered about the first aid kit that Little John's plane had, he wondered if there would be travel sickness pills in there.

"Be back in a sec." He said to her, as he then went to locate the first aid kit and as he thought, there were Kalms in there. He took them out, and then went and poured her a glass of water, before going back to her. "How ya holdin' up Bambi? Got these fer ya, they migh' make ya feel a bit better with the whole travellin' thing." He then handed her the glass of water and the Kalms travel sickness pills, hoping they'd help her, because otherwise he was going to feel like a prize ass jerk for bringing her on the flight without giving her any sort of warning.

[Anastacia Potter]

Stacey looked at Brendan as he buckled her belt for her. She then reached for his hand to hold, and then closed her eyes. In that split second, she heard Brendan's voice, and then his hand sqeeze hers slightly. She opened her eyes, and looked at him. "It's okay B. It never came up in conversation, so you didn't know." She felt less like talking right now, so decided to continue this discussion later. She laid back, and closed her eyes again. This kind of made the situation a bit better, but in some ways not really.

She was so glad when Little John said that they could unbuckle their belts. Stacey just bolted to the bathroom, where she first looked at her sorry self in the mirror, and then just made it to the toilet, to lose whatever she had eaten earlier that day. She knew the only person who would be in the bathroom with her was Brendan. But lucky for Stacey, there was no laughing or wise crack jokes. Instead she felt his hand on her back, where he was rubbing it, and then held her hair back from her face. Then in Brendan fashion, he again apologised.

After a few seconds, Stacey stopped, and reached for the toilet paper to wipe her mouth. Then Brendan said that he would be back in a sec. She wondered what he was going to go and get. A camera to capture this lovely moment? Hopefully not. Stacey flushed the toilet, and then went over to the basin, and turned on the tap. She lent over, and put handfuls of water into her mouth, which she swished around, and then spat out. She hated the taste in her mouth. Then Brendan came back. She looked in the mirror, and then turned and looked at Brendan.

He handed her a glass of water, and then spoke. "Well, I actually feel like shit right now. I just want to sit down, and just sleep. I hate feeling sick." She took the tablets off of Brendan, and put them in her mouth, and then washed them down with the water. She placed the glass on the basin, and then turned to Brendan. "Don't be sorry. I wasn't to know how I was going to react with the whole plane thing. Now I know what to do if and when I get back on a plane. But that will be soon, I suppose, as we will have to go by plane home again from wherever you are taking me."

Stacey then felt a little light headed, and put her hand to her head. "I think I had better sit back down." She then headed back to her seat, and reached for the nob to adjust the seat back, so she could lay on an angle a bit, rather than sitting up straight in the chair. Stacey then turn to her side, to place her hands under her head, and closed her eyes. She wanted to go to sleep right now, and just shake off this feeling of being sick.

**** 2 hours later ****

Stacey slowly awoke with her stomach not feeling right. She frowned, and rubbed at it. Then the feelings from before came flooding back, and she up and left her chair to go to the bathroom again. And off again she went, being sick in the toilet. Once she was finished, Stacey again wiped her mouth, and then swished some water in her mouth. Maybe those things that Brendan gave her were not doing the trick. Stacey slowly came out of the bathroom, and laid back down in her seat, hoping not to wake Brendan, if he was asleep. If not, she would have to explain to him that she was still feeling like shit.

**** 6 hours later ****

Stacey woke up, and felt a little better. She stirred a little in her seat, but didn't want to make any sudden moves in her seat, just in case Brendan was asleep. Stacey slowly reached for her bag, beside her seat, and got out her iPod. She knew that some soothing music would help. So Stacey quickly scrolled through the albums, and picked out an album by Copeland, and chose to listen to the song Strange and Unprepared. Stacey then closed her eyes, and tried to relax, still knowing that she was in fact on the plane still.

[brendan]

As Brendan had apologised to Stacey about the whole flight thing and not realising how it would make her feel, she had told him it was alright, because he hadn't known. Well, maybe he hadn't known, maybe it hadn't come up in conversation, but even in the short time they had been together, he was certain he knew enough about her, to have hopefully known she felt that way about flying. "Maybe it didn', but maybe I shoulda asked ya, instead of jus' assumin', after all, ya know wha' they say abou' assumptions? They're the mother of all god damned fuck ups."

Brendan rarely swore, oh he said damn and son of a bitch, but actual swearing he seldom used, unless he was really angry, or he was using it in a figure of speech like he had just done. Brendan did have a deep rooted temper, but it took a lot to bring it to the surface, and it was usually when people messed with his family or friends. However, he was usually the type to say his piece without landing himself in hot water with the cops.

After Stacey had dashed to the toilet, and he had then went to get her something to take to help with the travelling, she told him she was feeling like shit and wanted to sit back down, saying she hated feeling sick. Well he could understand that, there couldn't be many people out there who actually enjoyed being or feeling sick. It wasn't doing anything to make him feel better about the situation. It was hardly the best start to his romantic week away for her.

"Yeah, best ya sit down again then." He agreed, as he watched her take the pills he gave her, hoping they would help. He hated to see her being sick. Although now he had Libby with him, he was getting used to dealing with the whole sick thing. Libby had been ill a couple of times since she'd moved in with him, nothing serious, just being upset over the death of her mom too much which was understandable. He had bent down, while rubbing her back and holding her hair from her face. Just like he had done with Stacey now.

"Well yeah, but we don' hafta fly back Bambi, ma friend ain't chargin' me fer a return flight, am givin' him money fer his time, but he ain't chargin' me. Could phone ma folks, ask if they're good to watch Libby longer an' we get a cruise back?" Brendan suggested, alright, so it would take them even longer to get back to Las Vegas doing that, but he could have organised a cruise out to Paris in the first place had he known how Stacey felt about flying. When she said he wasn't to be sorry, he gave her a weak smile, it was true, he didn't know, they hadn't spoken about it, and maybe she wasn't to know how she was going to react, but they both knew now.

When Stacey said again about having to sit down, Brendan put one hand on her lower back, and the other arm across her shoulder to lead her safely back to the chair, and made sure she was comfortable before slipping through and sitting down on his own seat again. He then watched as she closed her eyes again, and decided he would read some of his book while she was sleeping. It was something he could do while keeping an eye on her.

However, he only got one chapter of his book read when he began to feel tired, so he put it down on the table next to his seat, and making sure Stacey was still comfortably asleep, he closed his own eyes.

**** 2 hours later ****

Brendan was unaware of Stacey having to go to the toilet to be sick again, it wasn't until she was making her way back that he heard some movements and he in turn began to stir. He rubbed at his eyes, and stretched his arms, and then turned to face her with a smile, those dimples in force as always. He was about to ask if she'd been sick again, but he noticed her eyes were closed again, so he felt it best to just leave her be. He picked up his book again, and again only got another chapter read when he fell asleep again. It was probably for the best, seeing as they were going to be arriving in Paris at ten in the morning, when it would be one in the morning for them.

**** 6 hours later ****

When Brendan finally woke up, he felt really sluggish, sleeping during the day when not used to doing so was definitely weird, but he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the first day in Paris properly, as he'd be too exhausted, and he had so much planned for that first day. The week in itself would be special, but just that first day, that was going to be 'THE' day.

He turned slowly to face Stacey, once again with that warm smile showing those awesome dimples of his, and noticed she was listening to her iPod. He gently took her hand in his, and began to caress the back of her hand with his thumb. Hoping that it would make her turn to face him. "How ya feelin' now Bambi?" He asked her, hoping that she would say she was feeling better, he really didn't want anything to spoil the magical time he had planned for them both.

[Anastacia Potter]

Stacey listened to what Brendan had said about maybe taking a cruise back from where they were going to now. All she could do was nod. Didn't want to open her mouth for more vomit to come rather than words. Stacey hoped that the tablets would work for her, as she didn't want to feel like shit, and ruin Brendan's surprise. So now she just lay in her chair, and soon fell asleep

**** 2 hours later ****

Stacey didn't hear Brendan stir as she settle back in the chair, after going to the toilet again. It was probably for the best, as she felt less like talking again. She once again rested, closing her eyes. Finally she nodded off to sleep, trying to get rid of whatever was wrong inside her.

**** 6 hours later ****

While Stacey was listening to her iPod, she felt a hand take her own. The back of her hand was being caressed and it felt nice. Stacey used her other hand to take out her ear phones, and smiled weakly at Brendan. "Hey." Then Brendan asked her how she was feeling. "A little better. Though I did get up earlier again, but other then that not feeling like shit like before." Stacey was glad for that. She hoped that she didn't ruin any plans that Brendan had for them.

Stacey let go of Brendan's hand, and put her iPod back in her bag. She then slowly got up out of her chair, and went to sit on Brendan's lap. Stacey lent into Brendan's chest, and rested her head there. She picked up one of his hands, and played with it in both of her own. "I hope that I haven't ruined any plans that you have for us B." With that, Stacey felt tears in her eyes. She would hate herself so much if she had.

After Brendan's reply, Stacey looked up at him. "I am not sure of the time, but would it be okay if we could eat something. Maybe something small to start off with?" Her stomach started to grumble a little, due to nothing being in there at all.

**** 7 hours later ****

After a small meal with Brendan, Stacey thought it was best for some more rest. She didn't want to be tired or anything, but as she rested, Stacey wondered where they were going, as it had felt like forever since she stepped onto the plane. Stacey stirred, and slowly woke from a longer sleep this time. She hadn't gotten up to go anywhere, which she liked. Maybe the tablets were working. But didn't want to think it too soon, just in case it happened again.

Stacey rolled over, to face Brendan. He was awake, and she wondered how long he had been. She smiled warmly at him. "Hey Brendan." She blinked slowly, and then sat up, reaching for the lever to put her seat upright. "So. How much longer till we are at your secret location?" As she waited for Brendan's reply, Stacey thought about the last few hours. She wondered if she was in fact sick from fear of flying, or if it was something else. Stacey didn't want to worry Brendan with her thoughts, so kept them to herself, and wondered if she could sneak off somewhere and go and see a doctor.

[brendan]

When Brendan mentioned the cruise, he didn't get much of a response from Stacey other than a nod of the head, although he didn't blame her, nor did it surprise him, she was obviously doing what she could not to chuck up again. Although, he really was beginning to wonder if there was more to it than just a fear of flying. But now wasn't the right time to go into details and talk to her about it, he could tell she needed to feel better, and that was all that mattered to him.

**** 2 hours later ****

After Brendan had stirred and was going to ask Stacey if she was feeling any better, he quickly noticed that she was sleeping again, so he had thought it best to just leave her and he soon fell back asleep again himself. It was definitely a long ass flight to Paris, but he could only hope it would all be worth it. But he was definitely going to book a cruise at some point when they landed, to take them back home. He wasn't going to put Stacey through that again.

**** 6 hours later ****

Brendan waited for Stacey to answer him, after he had asked her how she was feeling. He was still holding her hand and caressing it when she replied. He was glad to hear she was feeling a bit better, but she had got up to be sick before. This was definitely worrying him, because if it was travel sickness, those pills he gave her would have worked, and he never knew of anybody to get sick just with a fear of something. Although, he had to admit, he often felt sick when he saw a spider, which he had a fear of. So maybe it was possible, but he had a feeling there might be more to it than that, and that's what was worrying him.

"Glad yer feelin' a bit better, sorry I was asleep though, coulda rubbed yer back an' held yer hair away again." He said softly, as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She then let go of his hand to put her iPod away and then she got up from the seat, Brendan frowned slightly, wondering if she was about to head in the direction of the toilet again, but no, she was making her way toward him, so he smiled again. She sat on his lap, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist gently, so as not to squeeze her stomach tightly.

When she leaned into his chest, resting her head there, he instinctively bent down to kiss the top of her head, and as she spoke, he began to gently shake her head. "Ya could never ruin anythin' Bambi, am more worried abou' how yer feelin', tha's the most important thing." He kissed the top of her head again. He was totally in love with Stacey, one hundred percent crazily in love with her.

"Sure we can get somethin' to eat. If ya wan' somethin' light, I could knock us up some scrambled eggs with toast?" He asked her, it was a light meal, and if it stayed down and she didn't get sick again, he could knock her up something more filling afterward. He waited on her reply and then went to make what ever she asked for. These private jets came with fridges, cooker tops and ovens, they were great. Brendan was going to ask Little John to teach him how to fly, so he could buy his own private jet and then they could go anywhere they liked, providing Stacey got over her fear of flying that is.

**** 7 hours later ****

Once they were finished their meal, Brendan watched as Stacey began to relax again, so he picked up his book and began to read it again. He had basically slept for pretty much eight hours, and after the eight hours he had during the night, he was now feeling pretty refreshed, so his first day in Paris should be alright, without him wanting to sleep half way through the day.

Brendan had read a good few chapters of his book in the past few hours, and then he heard Stacey's voice, so he immediately put the book down, looking at his watch, he knew they would be landing soon. He was so excited about this, he put the book into the flight bag.

"We should be landin' soon Bambi." No sooner had he said that, than he heard Little John's voice come through the speakers.

Brendan and Stacey can you put your seat belts on, I'm just about to start descending into... sorry Stacey, Brendan told me not to say anything.

Brendan almost died, he thought his friend was going to say where he was descending into, he'd so get him back for that one, but he laughed anyway. He clipped his belt together, leaned across and clipped Stacey's, and then he took her hand in his own. "It ain't so bad goin' down as it is goin' up." He assured her.

Fifteen minutes later, Brendan felt the plane's wheels hit the ground. He turned to Stacey with a grin, "Well, we're here. Got a hired car waitin' fer us, but it shouldn' take long to get us to where we gotta go." The plane finally came to a halt, and Brendan unclipped his belt, and then went into his pocket for the satin scarf again, tied it gently around her eyes but not so slack that it might slip. He grabbed the suitcase and handed the roses with the card inside to Stacey, and then took her hand in his own again, and began leading her down the steps into the airport ground.

He thanked his friend, and explained that they might not need him to take them back because of Stacey not feeling so good. His friend seemed to understand, but told him he only had to call if he wanted him to come back for them. Brendan nodded his head and man slapped Little John on the back. Two minutes later he was in front of the hire car station. "Stay there a sec Bambi, jus' gotta sign fer the keys." He said to her, and went inside.

Two minutes later, he was back out, opened the boot, put the case inside, and then gently helped Stacey into the car. He quickly went round to the drivers side and began the little journey to the hotel he had booked, which was to the side, but more or less in front of the Eiffel Tower, so there would be no mistaking where they were, when Brendan took the blindfold off Stacey.

After about ten minutes of driving Brendan turned to Stacey even though she wouldn't see him, but so she could hear his voice better, "We're here, are you ready for this?" He asked and grinned, hoping she would love where they were. He parked the car up outside the hotel, and the bellboy came out, took the suitcase from him. Brendan gave him their name, tipped him in Euros and the bellboy took their case up to their room for them, for when they would get inside. Brendan went round to Stacey's side, and opened the door, and helped her out the car. Then one of the door men took the car keys from Brendan to park the car round the back.

He turned her round to face the hotel and tower, and removed the blindfold, and leaned in to her ear, "Alrigh', ya can open yer eyes now Bambi."

The Hilton Hotel & Tower

[Anastacia Potter]

Stacey listened to Brendan as he said he was glad that she was feeling better. And then he said that he was sorry he wasn't awake to be there to rub her back and hold her hair again. "It's okay B. I was able to manage. I am normally tough, but didn't feel it earlier. Feel like a weakling." When she got onto his lap, she felt safe when he wrapped his arms around her, but also liked just holding and playing with his hand in hers.

She was happy, wiping the tears from her eyes, when he said that she couldn't ruin anything, and that he was worried about her more than anything. That made two of them. Stacey still hoped that it was just due to fear of flying why she was feeling that way. At least it seemed to have passed, for now. The feel of Brendan kissing the top of her head again was reassuring as well. She loved when he did that. It felt like it was her thing he did to her, and no one elses.

When Brendan suggested making scrambled eggs and toast, she thought for a second. Moving slightly in his lap, in order to face him, she smiled slightly. "Maybe just some toast for now. Don't want to push it, even though I am feeling better." Then she added, "And maybe some water. I just think it is best to start off slow, as to not start feeling sick again." Stacey didn't feel like rushing off to the toilet again. That was all she needed, after she was starting to feel better. Stacey moved to her seat, and waited for Brendan to go and fix up what she wanted.

**** 7 hours later ****

Stacey listened to Brendan's response, in regards to when they would be landing. She nodded, and then Little John's voice came over the speaker. Stacey listened to what he said, and couldn't believe that he almost blurted out where they were destined for. She smirked, and let out a small laugh. When she was about to go and attempt to buckle her belt, Brendan took it off of her, and clipped it together. "Thanks." Then Brendan took her hand, and said that it wouldn't be as bad landing. She raised her eyebrows, and looked at him, "I hope not." But knew that Brendan wasn't lying, but it was okay for him to say that, when he had probably been flying most of his life.

Fifteen minutes later, Stacey felt the plane bump, and squeezed Brendan's hand. He then turned to her, and said that they were here. Wherever 'here' was, Stacey thought. All she could do was smile weakly, as Brendan explained that they had a hire car waiting, and it shouldn't take them long to get to where they had to go. When the plane came to a holt, and Stacey undid her belt. She watched as Brendan did the same, and then he retrieved that scarf again. Stacey knew the drill, and waited for him to tie it around her head.

Once the scarf was in place, Stacey felt the roses being put in her hand, which she tucked into herself in her arm. With her other hand, Stacey felt Brendan take it in his own, and guide her down the stairs. She heard him talk to Little John, at one point mentioning that they won't need him to take them back. More words were spoken, and then Brendan was guiding Stacey again. He asked her to wait here. Well, she couldn't really go anywhere, when she was blindfolded. So she stayed where she was, waiting for Brendan.

Soon enough she was guided into the passenger seat and the door was shut, and the Brendan got into the driver's seat, shutting his door. And then they were off. Stacey liked the silence. With what she had been through over the last few hours in the plane, it was nice to just sit and relax a bit. She wasn't in a plane anymore, and that suited her just fine. Stacey kept playing in her mind Brendan continually apologising about taking her on the plane. Maybe later on was the time to tell him about other things that she didn't like doing. Just in case anything like this happened again. At least he would have warning. But none of this was anyone's fault. It just didn't come up in conversation. Full stop.

After a few minutes, Stacey heard Brendan's voice, telling her that they were here, wherever that was, and asking her if she was ready. "I will give you a definate answer when I finally can see." She half laughed, and waited for further instructions from him. The car stopped, and she heard a car door open. She knew it wasn't her's yet, as she had her arm resting on the door. Then Stacey heard muffled voices, and another door close. Then her door opened slowly, and she was then helped out of the car. Her door was closed then.

Stacey was then turned around a little, and felt two hands undoing the back of her blindfold. It fell from her face, and then heard Brendan whisper that she could now open her eyes. Stacey slowly opened her eyes, and gasped, putting her hands to her mouth. In front of her stood something that she had not expected at all. Right there, standing in the short distance was the Eiffel Tower. It was morning, so it wasn't lit up yet, but Stacey just stood there dumbfounded.

She turned to Brendan, and smiled widely at him, shaking her head. Stacey didn't have any words to express what she was feeling. She then turned to look at the Tower again, making sure she wasn't dreaming back on the plane. "Wow." That wasn't the right word for it, but that was all that popped out of her mouth. After a few seconds, Stacey turned to Brendan, and rushed in for a kiss. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him the most passinately kiss she had ever given him. Stacey was so in love with him right now. He was definately the one for her. He knew what to do to make a girl feel special.

[brendan]

As Stacey said she usually feels tough but earlier felt like a weakling, Brendan gave her a warm smile, "Yer far from a weaklin', jus' ain't feelin' yerself righ' now, an' there ain't nothin' wrong with tha'." Then Stacey was on his lap and he began to hug her gently, with his arms wrapped around her waist. He then watched as tears formed in her eyes when he told her she couldn't ruin anything. But he was only telling the truth. He then saw her wipe away the tears, and he figured that they were happy ones, so that was good.

When Stacey suggested just toast, he smiled at her, "Sure, toast it is then, an' yeah I'll get ya some water." He was a little more hungry, and so he knocked up some scrambled eggs for himself, it would be like a breakfast in a way, especially with the time they would be arriving in Paris at. "Rather ya ain't sick again, hate seein' ya ill." He said the words softly, he knew she couldn't help being ill, and he wasn't blaming her, just that obviously he loved her so much he'd rather she wasn't ill.

**** 7 hours later ****

Brendan had to laugh all the more at Little John's teasing, when he heard Stacey laugh as well. He knew Little John had done it to wind him up, he was just that type of guy, but Brendan would get him back, somehow. The two of them were always teasing the life out of each other. Brendan just grinned at her, showing off those awesome dimples when Stacey thanked him for clipping her belt together. He had then taken her hand, and told her that it wouldn't be as bad landing as it was climbing. He just gave her hand a reassuring squeeze when she said she hoped not. She never did say anything about it, so he guessed she had been alright with it.

As the plane landed, he felt Stacey squeeze his hand, which he just squeezed back in another reassuring way. He really wished he had done the whole cruise thing now, but like they had discussed earlier, how was he to know she had a fear of flying? It had never been mentioned after all. As Brendan tied the scarf around her eyes again, and made sure they had everything, by giving Stacey the roses and grabbing the suitcase, and the whole way to get the hired car, Stacey was saying very little.

He figured that was due to the fact she was still shaky over the flight. If only he had known. It really wasn't the best start to his romantic week, he just hoped that her feeling ill was due to the fear of flying and nothing else, or their week may indeed not be as romantic as he had secretly hoped it would be. But his priority was to make sure Stacey was well, despite what he had planned for later that day.

After making sure Stacey got into the hire car safely and he went into the drivers side to take them to where they were going, the time travelling was spent in silence. It didn't bother Brendan at all, he figured after the upset of the flight, Stacey needed to relax, and what better way to do that, than in a car. And Brendan was a good driver, he wasn't one of these idiots who liked to go over the max speed, that was just dangerous.

However, they had soon reached the Hilton Hotel in Paris, and the bellboy had been quick to take their suitcase to their room, and the doorman took the car, to park it up for them. He was now standing with Stacey alone, well not exactly alone, there were plenty of other people walking around, but, to him, in his own world, it was just himself and Stacey.

When he had asked if she was ready for the surprise, she said she would give him a definite answer when she could see. He couldn't help but smirk at that. "Sorry abou' the whole blindfold thing, but ya know I wanted the full element of surprise here." He laughed after saying that. Soon he had Stacey out of the car, and was standing behind her, removed the blindfold, and with his arms wrapped around her waist, he had whispered into her ear to open her eyes.

He wondered what her reaction would be like. He had hoped it would be a good one. When she turned and he saw that beautiful smile of hers, he thought to himself, well that's a good sign. Right? Then she looked back at the Tower and he heard her say 'wow', alright, so that was definitely a good sign. Right? Then she turned to face him again and he felt her lips on his own, and she was kissing him passionately. In fact, if it were at all possible, he'd say it was the most passionate kiss she'd given him, and of course Brendan didn't hold back, keeping her gently wrapped in his arms as he kissed her back with as much passion. He didn't care who could see, this was called the City of Love after all, this was what you were meant to do.

After a few moments, Brendan pulled away from her gently, his eyes twinkling as he looked into her own, "So, am gonna take a guess an' say tha' this was worth everythin'?" After waiting for her reply, he kissed her again for a few moments, and then gently pulled away again. "We hafta check into the hotel room." He said grinning, as he took her hand, and began leading her into the vast Hilton Hotel.

He took her straight to the reception desk, and smiled at the lady.

**"Bonjour madame. Brendan Harris, de vérifier dans notre chambre, veuillez?"

Brendan had managed to learn a few lines in French just in case they should find it difficult getting around with the language barrier. The woman looked at him with a bright smile and spoke in very clear English but with a French accent, "Good morning Monsieur, certainly. You will be in room 1011." With that she handed Brendan the keys. "Enjoy your stay."

Brendan nodded and thanked the woman, then took Stacey's hand and began to lead her to the elevator, and then turned and looked, with a slight frown on his face, but smiling, "Ain't got a fear of elevators have ya?" He hoped not, he didn't much feel like climbing the god knows how many stairs it would take to get to their floor. The elevator door opened and Brendan walked inside, leading Stacey with him.

Moments later, they reached their floor, and the elevator door opened, and he immediately headed to room number 1011, and opened the door. He had been in one of these rooms at the Hilton before, so had pretty much known what to expect, but he wondered what Stacey would think.

The Hotel Room

"So, what d'ya think? Good enough fer ya?" He playfully asked, as he saw their suitcase was already in the room, next to the wardrobe and a breakfast tray was sitting on the dining table on the balcony with a coffee pot, and croissants. He couldn't wait to take Stacey out though, and then for the evening to arrive, that would be the best part, seeing her face as he gave her the card and told her to get what she wanted, and then of course, the magical proposal he had planned for later that night.

** Translation: Good morning madam, Brendan Harris, to check into our room please?

[Anastacia Potter]

When Brendan apologised about the whole blindfold thing, Stacey turned, though not sure whether she was looking in his direction or not. "It's okay B. I know that you want wherever you have taken me to be a surprise." Then she was out of the car, and Brendan took off the blindfold. Just seeing the Eiffel Tower, and just being with Brendan in Paris was just a dream come true. That kiss she shared with him then was just the topping of a bad start to the day. It was going from bad to great now. The day was really turning around for Stacey, who had felt like crap hours earlier. His arms around her as they kissed was so nice, and she felt that she was in fact in reality, and this was all true.

When Brendan pulled apart from her, she saw his eyes sparkling. Then he spoke. Her answer was simple. Taking his face into her hands, she quickly kissed him, "Oh yes Dimples. More than you know." After she said the last words, she smiled at him. Then Brendan kissed her for a few moments more. If they kept kissing, he would have to carry her soon, as she would be out of breath from it all. But Stacey loved kissing Brendan. It was always special with him.

Then Brendan mentioned that they needed to check in. Stacey nodded, and followed him inside, her hand in his. They soon reached the reception desk, where Brendan acknowledged the woman behind it, and spoke in French. Stacey was always bad at school with learning it, and wondered if this was a secret talent of Brendan that he had failed to tell her. If it was, again it was something that was never brought up in conversation. Stacey smiled, and nuzzled Brendan's neck as the woman said that they were going to be in room 1011. Then Brendan was handed the keys to the room. Finally they would be alone soon enough. After being unwell for most of the flight to Paris, Stacey wanted to make up for any lost time with being intimate with him.

As they got near the elevator, Brendan asked her if she had a fear of elevators too. Stacey just shook her head, and rolled her eyes. Leaning into his ear, she said, "No. But if I did and the elevator broke, I know what we could do to pass the time." Stacey didn't care if she was being all flirty with him, he was hers, and that was all that matter. She was with the most wonderful man she could imagine ever having, and hoped that they stayed together forever. They soon entered the elevator, and the doors closed behind them.

On the very short elevator ride up to level 10, Stacey wondered how long they were staying in Paris, and what Brendan had planned for them. There were a couple of other people riding in the elevators with them, so Stacey lent in and whispered in Brendan's ear again. "I don't know what you have planned for our trip, but I hope it involves some bedroom time." With that, Stacey slowly moved away from his face, and just stood beside him with a grin on her face.

Soon enough the elevator stopped on level 10. Stacey felt like Brendan was almost dragging her along. Maybe what she said had made him want what she wanted. Very good then. He used the key to unlock the door, and he then opened the door. Stacey walked in first. She was impressed by the room. It was bright, and had some nice colourings. Yellow was not her thing, but it suited the room. But knowing them, they won't be in the room to look at the decor. She smiled at Brendan, "The room is really nice B. But I am sure that we will be too busy to really notice how nice it really is." Stacey then went over to the bed, and sat down. She saw the suitcase. "I hope you packed enough stuff for the both of us. Just as long as I have enough clothes to suit what we are doing. But you still haven't told me how long we are here for, or what our agenda is." Stacey was curious. She knew before that she was thinking that she might have to go and see a doctor, but she felt fine now, so she decided to discard that idea.

Following his eyeline, Stacey saw that there was breakfast waiting for them. Coffee and croissants. Just by looking at the food, her stomach reminded her that she needed to eat. Stacey got up off the bed, and then headed out ot the balcony. She didn't bother with sitting, Stacey just grabbed a croissant, and tore it apart, and put a part of it into her mouth. She looked at Brendan, and beckoned him over to her. Once he was there with her, she placed a small portion of the croissant in his mouth. "Nice, huh?" Why was Stacey being like this? Just being here with Brendan was bring out the cheeky side of herself, which hadn't really come out in some time. But she liked it, and Stacey hoped he liked it too.

Stacey finished off the rest of the croissant, and then walked over to Brendan. She slowly hugged him, wrapping her arms around his body. After a few seconds, Stacey looked up at him. "So what is on this agenda that you are obviously keeping?"

[brendan]

Brendan grinned when Stacey turned to him and said the blindfold thing was alright because she knew he had wanted it to be a surprise. That was so true, he had spent the best part of a week organising everything for this trip away. Most of the organisation going into the magical proposal he had in mind. Almost everything else would just fall into place. He knew in his heart this was going to be the most magical week of their lives.

As they kissed, Brendan began to feel that maybe his surprise was in fact a very good thing, despite the whole fear of flying thing. He was lost in the passion of the kiss, lost in the romance of Paris, as he kept his arms around her waist and continued to passionately kiss her. When he had asked Stacey if everything before was worth it, now that she was standing, looking at the Eiffel Tower, he felt her hands take his face, before she quickly kissed him and her words when she spoke after, melted his heart. He loved the way she called him Dimples. "Tha's real good to hear." Then he kissed her again for another few moments.

He couldn't help himself, he was in the most romantic city, with the most beautiful woman, he couldn't help but get lost in the passion and romance of it all. Brendan wasn't that high up on his French, he had only learned a few phrases when he knew he was going to be staying here for a week, and it might come in handy. He couldn't have told Stacey about it, as it might have ruined his secret plan.

Once he had the room keys in his hand and guided Stacey toward the elevators, he had then took the time to ask if she had a fear of those as well. Not sure whether it was physically just flying she had a fear of, or a general fear of heights. If it was a fear of heights, then his plan to take her to the top of the Tower would be thwarted. He would have to make sure to ask her about that, before the day got on any further.

He was glad when Stacey said she didn't have a fear of elevators, but when she whispered in his ear, the rest of the sentence, he could feel a deep smirk spread across his face, and his eyes were twinkling. He faced her then, and leaned in to her own ear, whispering and flirting back to her, but trying to act all innocent, "Anastacia Potter!!! An' jus' wha' migh' tha' be?" Then he began to chuckle, "Well, I'd hafta agree with ya, providin' we were alone naturally." He winked at her then, and quickly looking back to make sure nobody was behind them, he playfully slapped her ass.

Once they were inside the elevator, Stacey leaned into his ear and whispered again. Again his eyes sparkled and a deep smile spread over his face, showing off those ever powerful, cute dimples, and he ran his free hand through his hair messily, before tilting his head to the side as he glanced at her and then leaned in to her own ear, "Hell yeah, it involves plenty of bedroom time. Feelin' better then Bambi?" He was teasing her with asking if she was feeling better, but the whole cheeky flirting thing was really turning him on. He then turned his face to the front, and grinned, acting all innocent, like nothing what they had just said to each other had actually been said.

Once they were inside the room, Brendan wondered what Stacey thought of it, he had wanted to get them one of the penthouse suites, but they had all been unfortunately taken. But according to the person he booked the hotel room with, this was one of the higher quality en-suite rooms. When Stacey spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Yeah, I don' think the decor is somethin' we'll be worryin' abou' too much. Not fer wha' I have planned." He winked at her again.

Oh he was so full of emotion and excitement, he just wanted it to get to the evening already, he wanted to do his whole magical proposal thing. But he knew, that was also wishing the week away and they had only just arrived. He was pretty sure they could do plenty of things to make the morning and afternoon go in fairly fast.

When Stacey spoke again mentioning the amount of clothes he packed and how long they were staying for or what his agenda was, he thought it was time he maybe started to give away some secrets about their planned trip. He sat down on the bed next to her, and placed one of his hands on her knee and then went into his pocket to get his wallet out with his free hand. "Well I ain't sure if I packed enough fer us, fer a start, I ain't sure wha' the weather is gonna be like, but I thought if we were gonna run out of clothes, then this migh' come in handy fer ya." He then went into his wallet and retrieved the gold card he had got for her in her own name. Yeah if she accepted his proposal he would have to get it changed to her married name, but that was easy enough.

Stacey's American Express Gold Card

"Wan' us to go shoppin' today, an' ya can get wha'ever ya wan', it's yer card, but am gonna be payin' the bill. Also, I wan' ya to get somethin' real nice fer this evenin', I ain't givin' much away, but trust me when I say I got somethin' real special planned." He then grinned at her, before leaning over and kissing her on the lips.

"As fer the length of time we're stayin', well we're here fer a week." He grinned again and hoped that Stacey was happy about staying for the week. He knew he was sure happy about it. A whole week with Stacey in the most romantic city of the world, what could be better than that? "We can do wha'ever ya wan', I already got us somethin' planned fer this evenin' an' afore it gets to tha' point, I gotta ask, ya ain't got a fear of heights have ya? Is it jus' the whole flyin' thing?" He stopped for a breath then before continuing. The fact that Stacey would have her birthday while they were here, was also etched on his brain and he had a special day planned for that as well. Stacey really was going to have the time of her life on this trip.

"We can go to L'arc De Triomphe, Disney World, wha'ever ya wan' really. The world, or should I say Paris, is yer oyster this week, ma beautiful Bambi." And with that, he moved in to kiss her quite passionately again. When Stacey got up from the bed, Brendan did the same, and saw she had spotted what he had before, the breakfast on the balcony. He was about to make his way over anyway, but he saw Stacey beckon him with her hand, so he moved over even quicker.

She placed a piece of the croissant into his mouth and he chewed on it, savouring the taste. Nothing could beat a real French croissant, they were so buttery and delicious. "Mmm, very nice, but, it don' taste as good as yerself." And with that, he placed his lips on top of her hers and kissed her passionately for a moment, before gently pulling apart, and grinned with a wink, "Yeah, like I said afore, ya taste so much better." He was going to then guide her in the general direction of the bed, but she hugged him and then asked again what was really on the agenda.

"Well...." He began, and winked at her, "The main thing on the agenda is this." And he gently walked in the direction of the bed, knowing full well Stacey was walking backward, but he didn't care, and then gently pushed her down, and began kissing her again with a deep passion, after all, was there really any point in repeating what he had just said to her moments before?

[Anastacia Potter]

She gave a cheeky grin at Brendan's response to what she said. Then he playfully slapped her ass. In returrn, Stacey playfully looked at Brendan, putting a shocked face on, with her mouth open. With a twinkle in her eye, she grabbed half of his, getting a real feel for it through his jeans. It felt so good, but she knew it felt better when there was nothing between her hand and that gorgeous ass.

They were then in the elevator with a couple of other people. After Stacey made her comment, she noticed Brendan run his hand through his hair. He is probably trying to think of something to say to that one, Stacey thought. He then whispered back saying that there would be some bedroom time, and then asked if she was feeling better. With that, Stacey looked up into that gorgeous face, and the whispered back, "Yes. Feeling much better." She then grabbed that ass again, and just let her hand rest there for the rest of the short trip in the elevator, occassionally giving it a bit of a sqeeze.

After Stacey made her comments about the room, she had to smile with what Brendan said. And then he winked. Everything about him she loved: his accent, his smile, his adorable dimples, and his way of loving her. She just hoped that she would continue to see all of this for as long as she was alive. When she had asked about clothes, and how long they were going to stay, Brendan came over to her, and sat on the bed next to her. When he placed a hand on her knee, she got a nice sensation all over her skin. Boy that touch was powerful as well, more than ever. Brendan went on about not being sure that he had packed enough clothes, and then pulled out a card. Taking it, Stacey couldn't believe what he had just given her. "Brendan, this is too much." She then listened to him saying that he would be paying the bill on it. Shaking her head. "I can't expect you to always pay the bill on this thing. I will see what I can do about getting a job when we get home, and then I will help." Stacey wanted to be independant as well, and would hate for him to be paying all the time on the card. "I will just use it when I need it."

Then Brendan mentioned that he wanted them to go shopping today, and she should get something nice for tonight as well, as he had planned something real nice. All Stacey could do was nod. "Well, if you insist. Then I will make sure that I get the most beautiful dress they have in the store." Stacey would make sure of that. One that really suited her, as she didn't always wear dresses, only on special occassions. Looking down at the card, Stacey knew that she had never really had one, even the most simpliest ones out there. She had no need, just making money where she could to keep herself with the basic of stuff. Brendan then kissed her on the lips, which she accepted whole heartedly.

Stacey then listened to the length of time, and liked the idea of a week. "A week sounds great B. I was hoping that it was more than a couple of days." She was so curious as to what they had planned, and he soon told her what some of that was. Though Stacey felt that he was holding a lot back as well. But she was up for surprises, just as long as it didn't involved flying again. He then asked her whether she had a fear of heights. "Not that I can recall. But if I did, I think that I will just stand back a bit from the edge of wherever we were." Glancing at the balcony, she knew that she would have to test out that theory soon enough. Brendan then mentioned a few places that they could go to. Disney World sounded like something they could do, but not right now. "Well I am sure we can fit in Disney World somewhere in between laying about in here." She wasn't sure whether they would be laying about, but anywway. Then Brendan kissed her, more passionately. She returned it by giving him the same amount of passion back. She was getting into the kiss, when her stomach rumbled.

Stacey then got up, and moved out to the balcony, where she grabbed a croissant, and ate some. Then beckoned for Brendan to come, where she placed a bit in his mouth. Stacey listened to what his comment was about the croissant, and then he said that it didn't taste as good as she did. Stacey felt a hot blush begin on her face. Then his lips were on hers. Once again that passion was making her feel so in love with him, and she wrapped her arms around him, and gently rested her hands on his ass. When they parted, Brendan winked at her, and basically confirmed what he had just said.

When Stacey asked what was really on the agenday, all Brendan did was wink, and then say 'well' trailing off. Then he continued the sentence, and ended it by leading her over to the direction of the bed. She was walking backgrounds, but trusted him, after she trusted him all this time with a blindfold on her face. Soon enough she was on the bed, sitting about halfway up the bed. Then his lips were on her own. Stacey kept kissing Brendan, as she moved up to the top of the bed. She finally got a breather, feeling her heart racing. Looking at him all serious. "If this is part of the agenda, I think I am going to like this trip." With that Stacey went up to meet Brendan's lips with hers.

**** 3 hours later ****

Stacey was laying on her side, feeling rather good, and bursting with happiness. She was in the one place she never imagined she would be in ... Paris. And being here with a certain person was just making the trip all the more special. It hadn't taken them long to really make what they were feeling more special. They had just spent the last three hours in bed, being together, and making each other feel that they truly did fit together.

She began to run her hand along his chest, every so slowly. She listened to him breathing, and her eyes roamed over his body. Stacey remembered one part of the last three hours. She had infact grabbed that beautiful ass of his. During that time, she kept feeling her cheeky side come out more and more, but then also the serious side came out as well, wanting the moments that were meant to be passionate to be powerful between them. And they were.

Stacey then rested her hand on his chest, and placed her head on his shoulder, and smiled.

[brendan]

When Brendan playfully slapped Stacey's ass, he watched as she put on a pretend shock face with her mouth open. He just shook his head, because she had started the flirtatious behaviour there, not him. He then felt her hand grab his own ass and squeeze it, he didn't even turn to face her, he just glanced at her with his eyes, as they sparkled and he smirked. This was a side to Stacey he loved, and the more she carried on like that, the more he was getting turned on. If it continued like that, they weren't going to be in the room for too long before that bed was getting used.

Once they were inside the elevator and she had whispered to him about plenty bedroom time, he had asked if she was feeling better, and he was pleased to hear her response. He grinned at her, and then he felt her grab his ass and squeeze it again. She was really turning him on, if this elevator hadn't been full of people he might have been tempted to just stop it and have her there and then. Especially when she kept her hand there and squeezed it every now and then. He just kept turning to her and winking and grinning, shaking his head.

He leaned in to her ear then and whispered, "Ya know Bambi, if this elevator only had us in it, an' ya kept doin' tha' I mighta had to hit the stop button." He then turned to face the elevator doors again, looking innocent once more, as he continued to smirk at Stacey and turn to wink at her every so often. Once inside the room and Stacey had commented on the decor and Brendan had replied by saying he didn't think they'd be worrying about it much for what he had planned he had to chuckle at the smile she gave him.

When he gave her the Gold Card however, he hadn't quite expected the reaction he got from her. Well, actually he had expected that reaction, but he hadn't wanted it. He shook his head, "Nothin's too much fer ma Bambi, don' worry abou' it Bambi, I can more than afford it, ya know tha', there ain' no need fer ya to work an' unless ya really wanna, I don' wan' ya to work." He could more than look after her and Libby, not only was he Assistant Editor of The Chronicle which paid extremely well, he had shares in the family Vine Yard, he was rolling in money.

When Brendan told Stacey she was to get something for later that evening, she said only if he was insisting, which of course he was. "Yeah, am insistin' alrigh' an' Stacey please, I wan' ya to treat yerself. I ain't forgotten yer gonna be celebratin' yer birthday while we're on this trip, so I really wan' ya to spoil yerself, an' am payin' fer wha' ya buy while yer here, it's part of yer birthday an' I ain't takin' no fer an answer, an' tha's final." He added, but winked and grinned at her. The fact she had said she would only use it when needed, and mentioned about getting a job to help pay, he really admired that about her, but he didn't want her or need her to work, but he could understand if she wanted independence, then he couldn't stop her from working if that's what she wanted to do.

"An' I know ya'll get somethin' real pretty, but yer beautiful anyway, no matter wha' ya wear Bambi." He grinned at her then, and ran his finger down her cheek and along her chin and down her neck and rested it on her left breast as he winked at her. Then he had reached in for the kiss which she had returned. Oh, how he loved her. Every single thing about her. She was just perfect for him in every way.

He smiled showing those powerful dimples when she seemed happy to be staying for a week. It made the journey here more worth it in his eyes. "Well, it's kinda too far away to stay any less than a week, the folks are spoilin' little Kitten as we speak, I am sure." Just speaking about his daughter, he took his wallet back out and looked at the photo of her in there, touching her cheek. He was missing her already, but he had to do this, because he wanted this week to be very special. Libby would get her special trip soon enough, when he took her to Disney World, Florida, somewhere he had to guess she had never been.

He was glad when she said she didn't recall having a fear of heights, that meant one part of his proposal was good to go then, although she did add that if she found out she did have a fear, she'd step away from the edge of where they were, well with a bit of luck if she had to do that, it wouldn't spoil his plans at all. Oh, he really couldn't wait. He was definitely wishing this first day away, but he couldn't help it.

When she spoke of fitting in Disney World somewhere between laying about in the bedroom, he just smirked, it was such a Stacey thing to say and he loved it. "Well, we got a whole week, so yeah am sure we'll get it fitted in sometime, although we're goin' somewhere really special on July first, an' I ain't sayin' anythin' more abou' tha'." He winked at her then. Oh the plans he had, it was going to be great, and tomorrow, he was going to get that cruise booked for taking them back home. Bugger having a bad flight back home, he wasn't going to put Stacey through that again.

Then he had kissed her with quite a bit of passion to which Stacey responded in just as passionate a way. This was one of the many things he loved about Stacey, she wasn't scared to hold back on her passion, and he loved it. The kiss went on for a few moments, when Brendan gently pulled away needing a bit of air, and he watched as Stacey got up and headed toward the balcony. She had then beckoned him over, which he had done, and she put a bit of the croissant into his mouth which he had eaten and then commented that it didn't taste as good as she did. Her blush didn't go unnoticed, but he refused to comment on it, it wasn't the moment for it, as he began to kiss her passionately again.

He felt her hands on his ass, as she wrapped her arms around him, and he wrapped his own arms around her neck. He had then confirmed what he had said about her tasting good when he'd pulled apart from her. When she had asked what was really on the agenda, he hadn't wanted to repeat what he had said earlier, instead saying 'well' and trailing off, as he gently guided her backward to the bed.

They were soon kissing passionately on the bed, and then after he had stopped for a quick breath, looking up into her gorgeous face, she had commented that if that was on the agenda then she was really going to like the trip. "Well, tha' makes both of us Bambi." He said and winked before Stacey's lips were on his own again, and he began tugging at the buttons on his shirt, so he could slip it off, then fumbled with Stacey's own top and bra, so that they were both half naked and well, we will leave it there, they need some privacy after all.

**** 3 hours later ****

After what had been quite a few passionate rounds of love making, Brendan knew that what he had planned for later that evening was indeed the right thing to do. They were perfect together and no mistaking it. As he lay with his arm draped across her shoulder, and watching her face, he had began to feel a little tired and was soon asleep. He wasn't even aware of her tracing his chest with her hand. However, when she put her hand on his chest and rested her head on his shoulder, he began to stir a little.

He then turned to look at her, "Hey sweetheart." He then wrapped his other arm around her waist, "Ya gotta know, tha' I am one hundred percent in love with ya Anastacia Potter." He then grinned at her, showing those awesome dimples of his and then he leaned in to kiss her again, as he glanced at his watch and saw that it was now almost two in the afternoon. He gently pulled apart from Stacey.

"Well, Bambi, sweetheart, I think it's time we went an' got this beautiful dress, to enhance the beauty ya already have, wha' ya say?" The good thing was, that by the time they had done the shopping, it would be time for the meal at the restaurant he had pre-booked for that night, and then by the time they had finished their meal, it would be time to finish off the night the way he wanted it finished.