The Musée d'Orsay was beautiful. Tivon couldn't get enough of it. The paintings and the statues were beautiful. Tivons favourite had to be Vincent Van Goghs La Nuit étoilée. He was standing in front of it for at least half an hour. He just rolled his eyes when he asked Elias for his favourite painting and he answered You, Tivon.

The statues were gorgeous. Tivon sat in front of them and drew them in his sketchbook. He talked about the stories behind the paintings to Elias. If Elias was honest, sometimes he didn't really see 'the story' Tivon was telling on the paintings. But he didn't mind. As long as he was listening to Tivons voice, he was okay with it.

After the museum they went to the Jardin des Tuileries park across the river Sena. Tivon sat down on the grass, drawing in his sketchbook while Elias went to the nearby food stand to bought La Gaufre for Tivon and a Tarte fine aux abricots for himself. Elias was lying on Tivons lap, enjoying the warm autmn day, eating his snack.

Later they went to a restaurant where Tivon ordered a glass of white wine, a Beef Bourguignon and Elias ordered Ratatouille with a glass of sparkling water, plus a Crème brûlée for both of them. They talked about the art gallery, the park and looked at the pictures they took. They also talked about the most French thing they had seen – a guy on a bicycle with four baguettes in his backpack, speeding down the street.

Afterwards, they went to a macron shop, where Tivon bought a box of macrons for Rea. He also bought four for them and Elias. When the cashier gave him the bag she asked.

»J'aime ta cicatrice.« She pointed at her eye and smiled.

Tivon smiled back. »Oh, je vous remercie.«

»Que s'est-il passé? Si ça te convient.« She asked carefully.

»Quand j'étais petite, j'ai eu un accident. La foudre m'a frappé et ça m'a laissé une cicatrice.«

She frowned. »Je suis vraiment désolé que cela vous soit arrivé.« She smiled. »C'est vraiment courageux de ta part de ne pas le cacher.« She looked at Elias. »Je peux dire que votre petit ami t'aime bien.«

Tivon blushed and looked at Elias, who was looking at him wide eyes, mouth opened.

»Oui.« Smiled Tivon.

The casier smiled. »Passez une bonne journée.«

»Merci.« He waved at her and took Eliass hand and exited the shop. Elias was still looking at Tivon, amazed. He offered a bit of macron to Elias. He took it.

»Why is your face like that?«

»Since when are you fluent in French?«

»Oh, that! When I was studying, I had to learn it. It's a bit rusty. I haven't spoken it in ages.« Said Tivon.

»Rusty?! It sounded perfect.«

Tivon laughed. »I can tell that you didn't understand a thing.«

»Of course I didn't. I don't understand this language. What were you even talking about?«

Tivon pointed at his scar. »She asked about it. She said it is brave of me to not hide it.« Elias smiled. »And she also said that my boyfriend must really like it.«

Elias turned red. »She did not say that.«

»She did.« He looked up at him. »You liked it.«

»Liked what?«

Tivon pulled him by the coat and whispered to his ear. »Tu aimes quand je parle en français. Tu penses que je dis quelque chose de sexy en ce moment, mais non, je dis juste des bêtises.«

Now Tivon did laugh out loud when he saw Elias face turn even more red. He giggled and continued his way up the street.

»Wait.« He ran after him. »What did you say?«

Tivon only giggled.

»Tivon, what did you say?«

He looked over his shoulder and winked. »Later. At the hotel.«

Eliass brain just stopped working. Tivon held his hand. »Come on, the bookstore is around the corner.«

Tivon brought five books. He wanted to buy more, but he wouldn't have enough space in his suitcase. He already felt guilty because he had spent almost three hours in the book store. But it seemed like Elias didn't mind. He tried to hide it, but Tivon could see that he was looking up words in a French dictionary.

When they got out of the bookstore the sun was already setting. They started walking towards the hotel and Tivon said. »Now I have to buy something for Cornelis. There's the shop right there with- « He noticed that Elias wasn't with him. He was standing before an antique shop, looking through the display window. Tivon came closer. »Elias?«

»Yeah?«

»Is everything okay?«

»Yeah.« He held his hand. »Let's go.«

Before they went, Tivon glanced at the display window and immediately knew what Elias was looking at. A dagger with a blue crystal.

When they got to the store that sold herbs Tivon said. »Oh, I must've forgotten one book at the store.« He looked at Elias. »Can you buy the usual herbs for Cornelis, I'll be right back.«

»Sure.«

He gave Elias a kiss on the cheek and ran down the street. When Elias bought the gift for Cornelis, Tivon was already back, his face beaming.

»Well, you look happy.« Smiled Elias.

»I just love books. We should get back to the hotel, I'm getting a little tired.«

Elias wrapped his hands around his shoulder and they returned to the hotel room.

Tivon flopped on the bed, kicking his shoes off.

»Who knew walking around Paris and eating could be so tiring.«

Elias crawled to him. »It's not midnight yet. You can still wish for something.«

»More?« He looked at Elias. »This day has already been more than I could ask for.«

Elias raised his brow and Tivon looked at the ceiling. »Buuut a bath would be nice.«

Elias wrapped his arms around him. »Say no more.« He picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.

Tivon leaned his head against the bath, relaxing his body in the warm bubble bath. This day had to be one of Tivons favourite so far. The museum, the park, the food and Elias. He couldn't wish for more.

»Something on your mind?«

Tivon looked at him. »Just been thinking about this beautiful day.« He smiled. »And how lucky I am to have you.«

»Hmm, really?« He slid to him. »I should be the one to say that.«

Tivon rolled his eyes and cupped his face, kissing him. Elias slid his hand behind Tivons neck, deepening the kiss. Tivon wrapped his arms around Eliass neck.

»I saw you looking at the dictionary at the bookstore.«

»Mhmm?«

Tivon gently pushed Elias against the edge of the bath. »Have we learned anything?« Tivons slowly tiptoed his fingers up to Elias shoulders.

»Maybe If you say it again?«

Tivon giggled. He leaned to his ear. »Tu aimes quand je parle en français.« He slowly brushed his fingers over his chest. »Tu penses que je dis quelque chose de sexy en ce moment,« He was caressing his lips over his jawline to his lips. »Mais non, je dis juste des bêtises.« He said those words slowly.

Elias slid his hands down his back and pulled him closer.

»The only words I got from that were French and sexy.« Said Elias.

»Mhmm? I think that's close enough.«

Tivon wrapped his arms around Eliass neck again.

»Close enough for-« A knock on the door disturbed them. Elias sighed. »French people and their interrupting.«

»Monsieur, voulez-vous que j'apporte le gâteau à l'intérieur sur la table?«

»She's asking if she should bring the 'so called cake' inside on the table.« Said Tivon with a smirk.

»Oui!« Shouted Elias from the bath. »French people and spoiling surprises.« He whispered.

The woman left the room and Tivon laughed.

»Well, now that you already know, the cake is waiting for you.«

Tivon gave him a quick kiss. »Lova ya.«

He quickly got out of the bathtub, dried himself up and dressed up. Elias followed him. The little cake was waiting for him on the table, lit up by one candle. Tivon crouched beside the cake while Elias laid down on the bed.

»Make a wish.«

Tivon closed his eyes and blew the candle. He removed the candle and sat beside Elias with the cake in his hand.

»Lemon cake?«

»Your favourite.«

Tivon smiled and started eating it, offering every third bite to Elias. When he finished, he put the plate on the bedside table and laid beside Elias.

»Any more wishes? You have five more minutes.«

Tivon looked at him. »Only five minutes?«

»And what do you have in mind that five minutes are not enough?«

Tivon leaned his head on Eliass chest and hugged his arms around Elias waist.

»Just cuddles.« He said quietly.

Elias pulled him closer and closed his eyes. »Gladly.«

He was stroking Tivons messy hair, stopping by his ears where his hair would curl up.

»Thank you Elias.« He looked up at him. »Thank you for everything.«

Elias moved a lock of hair from his face. »No worries Tiv.« He traced his scar with his finger.

»I love you.«

»I love you more.« Said Tivon and kissed him.

They stayed there for a couple of minutes and then Elias asked.

»What did you say to me at the Macron shop?«

Tivon smirked. »I said You like when I speak French. You think I'm saying something sexy right now, but no, I'm just talking nonsense.«

»Really?!«

Tivon smiled and nodded. »I knew it would make you blush. And I love to see you blush.«

»Fair.«

»Did I tell you I love you.«

Elias smiled. »Maybe, but you can say it again.«

Tivon kissed his chest and said quietly. »I love you.« He kissed his neck. »I love you.« And then his lips. »Je t'aime mon amour.«

Elias hugged him tight as they slowly fell asleep.