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seeminglyunconcious · 2 days ago

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Parallel Universe #3100

In which a universe where Pangi 100 visits Lukey 3000 in Brighton, where he just moved. This is their aimless walk around a topic which they've both avoided all day.

Or the Skam Fr night-walk scene inspired by my own getting lost that one time I visited Brighton.

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Lukey studied the Pangi’s profile, his jaw was clenched and brows furrowed; he seemed to be deep in thought. Well, he would be too if he wasn’t so distracted by his friend.

There was something about the younger man that mesmerized him. Perhaps it was how the lights and shadows played with his features, making his jawline more pronounced or how his dimples were more expressed as the sunlight hit him a certain way. Twice now he had to stop himself from reaching out and rubbing a thumb over the mole just beneath his cheek. In short, Luke could admire him all day as one would do the artwork in the Louvre… he is art.

Or maybe he was just madly in love as those cliche stories go. Lukey let out a light laugh, attracting Pangi’s attention.

“What are you laughing at?” His hazel eyes met the sunlight, immediately making him squint, but Lukey was once again dazzled—it's crazy how perfect the sun turned his eyes into gilded amber. Something he’d never noticed before, but noted down in his mind.

He offered a smile, “Nothing, just thinking how great it would be if you moved here ya know? We could be roommates or if not that, at least we could see each other every day instead of through the phone.”

“I don’t know man… It’ll be weird moving here and starting fresh.” Pangi huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was wearing the blue flannel Lukey wore out this morning when they had left his flat; throughout the day it had bounced between them and ended up with Pangi.

Blue looked good on him, especially his blue.

They walked in silence passing by an empty road and found themselves in some sort of garden. It had mottled pavement and high walls worn down by erosion and climbing ivy, a sight not really found in public areas. Were they trespassing, probably… not? Lukey hadn’t ever walked to this part of Brighton before, preferring walks on the beach and roads adjacent.

“Well, I’m not going to push you, but a lot of our friends are here so you wouldn’t be alone. I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you till you got your own.” Lukey flashed him a teasing smile, the events of this morning still fresh in his memory. “Always fun to wake up to a surprise, right?”

—--

They’d been sharing said bed for about three days now; somehow, they kept gravitating towards each other in the middle of the night. They tactically kept quiet about it, both avoiding the blush that accompanied them in the morning as they untangled their arms and legs. There was definitely a conversation to be had, but Lukey knew when to push and pull.

Like professionals trained in PR, they both danced around the subject when friends came up to tease them or when subtle gazes lingered a little too long. Up until this morning… They got lost in enjoying each other’s presence, shirts off- it was sweltering even in the morning mind you- in Lukey’s bedroom with the windows open and sheets beneath their feet.

In a fit of boredom, Pangi decided to launch a tickle attack on him out of the blue. They both tumbled out of the bed, dragging the thin blanket along till they were both an entangled, giggling mess on the floor.

Pangi hovered over Lukey, holding the older boy’s wrists to either side of his head with a victorious grin, panting between laughs. Lukey was laughing too, painfully aware of their situation- his situation, but trying to brush it off with thoughts of cold water and the ugly smell of the alleyways outside.

Lukey couldn’t help but admire how comfortable they’d gotten with each other. Then, Pangi leaned back-

“AH!” x2

—--

It was now the evening, bordering sunset. They’ve been outside the whole day, a seemingly massive diversion from their little experience in the morning. They had just gotten dinner with some of the Brighton crew before they went on their own and strayed off the main roads.

Lukey couldn’t lie, he didn’t know where they were heading or where they were, he just felt it was right to go here. If you avoid the occasional tombstone and grave markers it was quite a restful area with little to no people; no pun intended. Could there have been better places to take your crush on a walk-and-talk about feelings? Absolutely, the beach was right there. But, he’d promised himself before Pangi came to visit that he’d make it a memorable one regardless of the process.

“It’s not that I don't want to- just, let me think…” The younger boy paused again, his eyes scanning the surroundings and a hand rested beneath his chin, Lukey could almost hear the gears turning.

“Just… it’s a big commitment y’know? And-” he paused slightly, one eyebrow raised in worry and slowly pointed an index finger up in the air. It was a crypt, an undisguised one at that with carved angels on each side of its gates.

“Uh yeah, that’s what you think it is.”

“Sooo, we're in a graveyard? You took me to a graveyard and it's almost dark.” Pangi looked at him, his eyebrows raised in accusation, but it once again reflected the last rays of setting sun making it shine so prettily. “What are we doing here? Is this even allowed?!”

It was hard to keep himself from laughing- probably rude to do that in a graveyard anyway. Lukey’s eyes never strayed away, curved upwards in mirth as he raised both hands in innocence, “It wasn’t on purpose! I swear!”

It would’ve been more believable if his shoulders weren’t shaking up and down in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

“I thought it was a park!” As if fate was playing a prank they then saw a placard on a nearby wall, “St Nicholas Rest Garden”. Mouth slightly agape, Lukey couldn’t even be bothered to defend himself and busted out laughing.

He was swiftly met with a soft punch to his shoulder. “This isn’t funny! C’mon we might be arrested or fined for trespassing.” There was genuine concern in his voice.

“Dude, it’s fine. I mean the gates were open, right, and we passed by people on the way here.”

“Lukey…” Pangi pinched the bridge of his nose and slightly looked up, clearly feigning distress.

“Yes, Pangi?”

“Just let’s go, please?”

“Fiiine.” He wasn’t opposed to leaving considering it was getting dark and the surprise factor was already hit. But, they haven’t even talked yet which would defeat the whole reason they went out to begin with. He watched the other boy bring out a phone and pull up the map app, clearly zooming in and making a pointed effort to show it was indeed a graveyard, before typing in his address.

Eventually, they got to walking, making sure to go down streets with lights and not attempt to go through mysterious passageways lined by trees as they did before.

Lukey let Pangi take the lead, trailing slightly behind to admire the wind blowing his hair and flannel about. It was a beautiful night and the stars haven’t even come out yet.

“About this morning…” Pangi’s voice broke their silent strides. “I- I didn’t mean- didn’t know… you were…”

It was a rare sight to see him stutter, an even rarer sight was to see him blush below the collars of his shirt- not that he’d ever been paying attention before. Usually Pangi carried himself in confidence, taking tit for tat in their banter, making sure he always retaliated or ended things with a laugh. So it was endearing for Lukey to see him trying to avoid eye contact and watching mannerisms unknown to him unfold.

Granted it was dark- multitasking trying to walk, not trip, and admiring his close friend in front of him was quite a task. Yet, he caught on to the slight fidgeting the other did at the hem of the flannel or how he took quick glances from his peripheral as if to check if Lukey ran away.

“I’ve already gotten over it,” Lukey said in a relaxed tone, putting his hands behind his head before flashing him a smile. “It was the morning and well… hard to stay calm when someone hot is pinning down on the carpet half-naked y’know?”

Silence pervaded them again, noticeably this time Pangi made an effort to pull the shirt collars closer to himself.

With lips curved upwards he continued, “And it’s been awhile since I did anything alone; Tertle’s visit, the subathon, and then you came. Which- no harm done by the way, it was good you came. It was getting lonely in there.”

No response, so he continued.

“And I’ll keep saying it, it would be nice if you moved in. Would solve both our issues, since we both have attachment issues right?”

Pangi shook his head, still facing forward, “What about if you wanted to bring someone over?”

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Well… you said you were lonely and didn’t have time alone…” There was apprehension in his voice, as if tip-toeing on glass shards. Sometimes Lukey wondered which of them was the more confident one, because in times like this he would say himself, to which Pangi’s loud retort would follow after.

“If…” He brought his hands to his pockets and caught up, matching his pace just enough for both of them to feel the warmth emanating from each other’s arms. “...we- uh- you moved in. I don’t think I would need to think about being alone.”

Pangi stopped at the intersection, almost having Lukey collide with him. He looked up before taking a deep breath and spoke with a shaky voice, “It’s gonna rain soon.”

“Yeah.”

“We should probably run home.”

“We could.”

They turned and faced each other, the glow of the streetlamp hovering over their heads as if a spotlight on a stage play- they, the leading actors. Both eyes wandered over the face of the opposite, lingering on small features they both enjoyed of the other. For Lukey, it was Pangi’s eyes and those eyebrows which could tell whatever the younger one was thinking. For Pangi, it was Lukey’s smile and how it indicated that another great idea would find its way out to keep them together.

There wasn’t even a hint of thunder before the rain fell in small batches, filling the air with an earthy coastal scent.

“It’s raining.”

“I think you’d be fine, you have my shirt.”

Hazel eyes questioned brown ones in a silent conversation; questioning, prodding, pushing for an answer. The rain continued to fall, making them both look like sopping wet cats as their hair soaked in the moisture, but gentle smiles formed on their faces.

“You mean it?”

“I’ve always meant it… with you.”

Hands found arms and shoulders to perch on as they stepped closer, feeling the breath of the other.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Lukey grinned and wiggled his eyebrows as an answer, promptly met by a light kick on the shin. “Fine… I was just worried I’d scare you off. You’re not exactly the confident type when it comes to feelings.”

“So, now we’re just making stuff up, huh?”

“If the shoe fits.”

There they stood under the cover of an umbrella of light as their lips touched; intimate flames surged in between grasping hands and gasps for air. Laugher broke through the downpour, as two souls found themselves entwined in ways beyond the characters they played. A memorable night in which Lukey 3000 and Pangi 100 of a different universe shared their hearts under a sky where the rain replaced the stars.

#rpf #pangkey #lukey #pangi #fanfic #skam france inspired

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baisemains · 1 month ago

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Wake Up in Paris With You

sydney adamu x afab!reader (no prounouns used)

word count: 5.7k

contains: established relationship, fluff, romance, alcohol, smutttt, switch!reader, switch!sydney, drunk sex, oral, fingering, face sitting, praise kink, dirty talk, light choking, unintentional breath play, general lovemaking :-*

description: sydney travels to paris for some cooking inspiration and brings you along for the journey, but flirting + drinks at dinner is a sinful combination. (100% inspired by the song ‘paris’ by nakala)

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It had been three days in Paris already, yet Sydney still couldn't believe it. She was in a city she had always dreamed of visiting, to work on the menu for a restaurant she was a partner in, and she was able to bring along her favorite person in the world: you.

When Sydney got the call from a college friend who had settled in the city of love after graduation a couple years ago, she was more proud than anything. They had been close since the day they met, always pushing each other to be better, and for both of their careers to be flourishing at the same time was enough to make her chest burst with joy.

Two weeks of prepping led to this trip, and it was every bit as magical as Sydney had hoped. Both of you stayed in her friend's extra apartment on the opposite side of the city as her main residence, a gorgeous little place with a perfect view of the Louvre. The moment she let you two in, your jaw dropped and you took in your new surroundings with a reverent look on your face.

"Yeah, it never gets old, to be honest." Sydney's friend left you both with that statement, dropping an extra set of keys on the kitchen table and a promise to see you for dinner at her restaurant later that night.

It had gone perfectly, your girlfriend and her old classmate caught up over menu inspiration, and you and her friend's wife engaged in warm conversation, occasionally looking over at your partners as comfortable laughter spilled from their side of the table.

For the next couple of days, you and Sydney went sightseeing, her friend joining you on occasion to show you the city's hidden gems. Your girlfriend was bursting with new takes on The Bear's current dishes, constantly scribbling in her notebook with an elated look on her face.

Now that she had found sufficient inspiration, Sydney was focused on you and what you wanted to do. Your patience these last few days hadn't gone unnoticed, and she wanted nothing more than to show you how much she appreciated your presence on this trip.

Booking a Michelin star dinner the third night, she pulled out all of the stops beforehand to shower you in all the affection she could give. Your girlfriend insisted on getting ready separately to 'make it more exciting', convincing you to use the bedroom first so she could pop out and grab a gorgeous bouquet from the florist downstairs. When you saw her holding them as you walked into the living room, a pout instantly made its way to your face, cooing at the thought that went into such a sweet gesture. She quickly pecks you on the lips before rushing to the room and closing the door, knowing that if she gave you the proper kiss you wanted, the two of you would never make it to dinner.

Once Sydney is ready, the two of you take a taxi to the restaurant, interlocked fingers and hushed whispers in the backseat between you. Her hand never leaves yours the entire duration of the drive, running a thumb over your knuckles, and bringing your hand up to her lips to leave soft, sweet kisses on your palm and the pads of your fingers. Her gaze alternates between being locked on yours and the Parisian city life outside the window, the warm lights of the streets creating mesmerizing shadows upon your features.

Soon enough, the two of you arrive at the restaurant, a modern space covered in windows. The interior is simplistic but sophisticated, with a warm color palette and a surprisingly inviting aura. Once you are both seated outside, Sydney's eyes don't rake over the menu as they normally would, instead drinking you in from head to toe. You feel her gaze dragging over you, but don't acknowledge it right away. After a few more seconds of you not returning her intense stare, a foot nudges yours under the table, finally causing you to look up.

"Yes?"

Sydney's eyebrows raise and a smirk makes its way to her face, silently calling out your feigned innocence. She lets one hand drop from the table, and a fingertip starts to gently trace its way up your inner thigh, never going any further than what would be appropriate in public, but certainly enough to get your attention.

"Nothing. Was just admiring the view."

Shaking your head with a small smile, you grab the hand on your leg and move it to your lap, linking it with yours before looking back at the menu. Shortly after, a waiter comes up to take your order, but before you can respond, Sydney orders a very expensive bottle of champagne for you both. The man simply nods and leaves the table, leaving you to quirk an eyebrow of your own at your girlfriend's choice. Sydney, for the first time since you sat down, turns her attention to the menu now that the drinks were taken care of.

"What? I told you that we're indulging tonight." She glances up at you with a smile. "When in Paris, right?"

You simply chuckle. "Right."

When the waiter returns with the alcohol, he sets the ice bucket on the table and a flute each in front of you before taking your entree orders. After he disperses again, Sydney then pours you both a generous amount, looking deep into your eyes before raising her glass in your direction.

"I, uhm..." The words fail to come to her at the last second, and she feels a nervous flutter in her chest as your gaze finds her again, watching in admiration.

Sydney takes a deep breath, shifting her eyes to her flute for the moment, her grip on the stem tightening. She has spent over two years doing this with you, yet it feels like that first night you met. A quick shake of her head and she finds her voice once more, raising her drink.

"A toast."

Sydney's cheeks are already feeling warm, her eyes roaming over your face as she speaks.

"I just—"

She pauses and takes a deep breath, her gaze falling to the glass in her hand, swirling the liquid and watching it fizz. She looks back at you with a gentle tilt to her head and a soft smile on her lips.

"This—you being here, with me—it all means so much. You don't know—or you definitely do— but..."

Clearing her throat as she feels her eyes get misty, blinking them away so can get through what she wants to say, she feels your hand reach for her free one on the table and lightly squeeze before she continues.

"I love you so much, and I could never have gotten this far without you. You're the reason I always try to be the best version of myself, because you don't deserve any less."

A watery smile finds its way to your lips, her words hitting so deep within you that it makes your heart swell and your breath hitch. Every single time, her words leave you in awe, and now is no different. Sydney's grip on your hand loosens as you intertwine your fingers together, her thumb gently soothing your knuckles. Her expression is soft, eyes glazing over, yet she continues, needing to say every single thing she could in that moment.

"I'm just so grateful that I get to experience this life with you. It's been amazing so far, and I can't wait to see what else is in store for us. To the rest of our lives together."

Your eyes are equally as misty as your girlfriend’s at this point, chest contricting with all of the feelings you hold for her.

“I love you. To the rest of our lives.”

You raise your glass to hers and lean in to press a soft kiss to her lips before gently clinking them together, keeping eye contact as you let the cold liquid slip into your mouth and coat your tongue. The bubbly, crisp taste dances upon your taste buds as the liquid slides down your throat, leaving a tingly warmth in its trail. Sydney’s eyes never leave your face as she brings her own glass to her mouth, tilting her head back so that her slender neck is on display, removing her hand from yours and reaching out to lightly rest it on your knee under the table.

The intimate touch elicits a shiver from you, and you feel the heat radiating from Sydney’s hand, only intensifying the sensation. She lets the contact linger, feeling the subtle movement of your body in response to her.

As the waiter returns with your meals, you both reluctantly break your staring contest to thank him, but the connection remains palpable between you even as the delectable food is placed on the table. You both dig in, conversation flowing easily while still feeling the underlying tension beneath it.

The drinks continue to flow, both of you eventually finishing the bottle and with it, your restraint. All through dinner, lingering touches and glances riled the other up more and more until you both hit your breaking point.

Thanking the waiter and quickly paying your bill, the two of you make your way out of the restaurant hand in hand, skin buzzing and hearts thundering. You're able to quickly grab a taxi back to the apartment, and it takes all the self-control you have not to mount your girlfriend right there in the backseat.

When you arrive what feels like ages later, you drag your girlfriend upstairs and press her against the door in a heated kiss while she fumbles for the keys. As your lips meet hers, a low moan slips from her lips, body arching into you as her free hand comes up to curl around the back of your neck. The sound of metal jingling echoes through the small entryway, lips not leaving yours for a second as she eventually finds the right key and manages to get the door open.

Sydney pulls you inside, bodies moving feverishly against each other, like she needs to feel as much of you as physically possible and can't be bothered with separating at all. Once the door is successfully shut, Sydney backs you up against it, her body flush against yours as she presses you into the wood. A knee insinuates itself between your legs, pinning you in place as if you have any intention of leaving. Her lips find your pulse point, a hint of teeth grazing along the sensitive skin before a soft kiss is placed there.

"God, you look so good tonight." Your girlfriend's words are hushed, biting gently on your earlobe before kisses begin trailing across your jaw.

You reach out to grasp at her hips, fingers digging in as she continues to explore your neck and collarbone. Sydney pushes even closer to you, her own hips slowly rolling against your thigh to seek out the friction she so desperately wants and needs. A soft moan slips from her lips at the contact, the sound being swallowed by the needy kiss that follows.

Pushing her towards your shared room, your mouths don’t part until you reach the bed, pushing Sydney to sit on it before straddling her lap and grinding down. She lets out a small gasp as her back hits the sheets, hands coming up to grip your waist. A shaky exhale leaves her lips as you settle on top of her, thighs squeezing around her hips, and her body automatically bucks up into you.

Darkening chestnut eyes begin roaming over your figure, gaze tracing along the entire length of your body. Already firm hands tighten their hold as you rut against her harder and faster, a breathy whine leaving her throat.

"Baby, please..."

The desperate plea sends a shiver down your spine and a surge of heat through your body, your name falling from your girlfriend's lips in a wanton moan. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, head falling back against the bed as she tries to regain her composure. "Don't— don't tease."

Your lips quirk up in a sly smirk and you lean down, letting your breath fan against her bare neck, teeth grazing lightly over the pulse point. "No teasing, huh?" You whisper, "I think someone's getting a bit impatient." The words are punctuated by a slow roll of your hips, pressing down against her in a tantalizing motion. “That’s okay, though. I wanna show you how much I appreciated tonight.”

Slamming your mouth into hers, a low groan slips out as hot tongues meet, the temperature of the room rising several degrees. When Sydney bucks her hips up into yours, you decide to stop winding her up and flip your positions so she was now on top. Squeezing the soft flesh of her ass, you pull on the fabric covering it, hoping she'll get the hint without having to separate from you.

Sydney doesn't waste any time, hands moving to the hem of the dress in a rush, pulling the fabric over her head and tossing it somewhere across the room, leaving her in only a pair of black lacy underwear. She leans over you, her lips trailing along your jawline, up to your ear and letting her words hit your ear softly between kisses.

"You have no idea how much I need you," she whispers, her voice low and thick with arousal.

Gripping her chin and bringing her mouth back to yours, you lean in and tug on her bottom lip with your teeth, releasing it after a whine from the woman opposite you. "I think I do."

Taking your free hand and slotting it between her thighs, you drag two fingers along her slick folds, gathering the wetness there before pushing them against her sensitive clit. A strangled gasp leaves Sydney, her back arching as your fingers touch the sensitive nerves, a shuddering breath hitting your neck after her head falls forward onto your shoulder. A hand comes up to grip your arm, nails digging into your skin as her hips begin slowly rocking back and forth, seeking more friction. Smiling to yourself, you turn your head to brush your nose against her ear and whisper, "I want you to sit on my face."

Sydney sucks in a sharp breath, her whole body freezing for a beat at your words, hips stopping their motion on your hand. The request hits her harder than she was expecting, and her eyes flit up to find yours, wide and glossy with lust and surprise.

"You want—" She breathes out, voice quiet and shaky as her legs tense against you.

"Uh huh. C'mere."

Hooking your hands under smooth thighs, you pull her forward until she's hovering above your mouth, mere centimeters away from you want her most. Sydney's hand comes down to balance herself on the mattress, the other lightly gripping your throat. Her chest heaves with every breath, gaze locked on your face and eyes half-lidded. Her knees tremble, pussy clenching around nothing, the anticipation building with every second.

"Like this?" She asks, her voice ragged.

"That's perfect, princess."

Darting your tongue out to tease at her clit over the fabric, your girlfriend's head drops back, a soft mewl escaping parted lips. That turns into a full whine as you apply more pressure, eyes sliding shut as her grip on you tightens, nails digging into heated skin just enough to leave an imprint.

"Need it," she breathes, canting her hips forward, "Need you."

"I know, baby, I know."

Taking one hand and pulling her underwear to the side, you yank her down with the other so she's properly sitting on your face, groaning as the taste and smell of her invade your senses. Your girlfriend's hand involuntarily squeezes your throat, temporarily cutting off your air supply as she lets out a guttural moan. "Oh fuck, that–" The rest of her sentence is lost after you slot your tongue into her dripping entrance, words turning into soft gasps, and then into repeated chants of your name.

Savoring the taste, you instantly decide this is the best thing you've eaten all day, Michelin dinner be damned. When your grip on her underwear slips and it covers her pussy, you huff in frustration but quickly tug it out of the way. After it happens a second time a few moments later, your drunken irritation gets the better of you and both of your hands come up to grab the piece covering one of Sydney's hips. Pulling as hard as you can, you tear it in half and let it fall off to the side where it can no longer interrupt the moment.

"Oh my god, did you just—?" Sydney breathes out before the words get trapped in her throat, her brain too hazy with pleasure to think straight. You hear her chuckle breathlessly, and she looks down at you with slightly wide eyes. "Those were expensive," she says, although her voice has no real disapproval to it, only amusement.

Arousal laced into your reply, you grumble, "I'll buy you ten more," before tugging her back into place. Eagerly sucking on her clit, she begins to writhe above you as her hand on your throat circles tighter. Between that and her thighs clenching around you, the oxygen to your brain lessens more and more, but you push through it, determined to make your girlfriend cum.

Sydney's legs are shaking as your tongue delves deeper, alternating between quick flicks and deep, broad swipes across her sensitive tissue. You can tell she's close by the way she grinds against your mouth. "Just– just a little more, baby, shit," she whimpers, trying to be quiet. "I’m almost there, please."

She's never looked more beautiful than in this moment, sweaty and shivering and completely open to you. You almost wish you could paint this point of view and hang it in the Louvre for everyone to see, but the selfish part of you would never let that happen, content with keeping her all to yourself. Your girlfriend's legs begin to squeeze tighter around your head, her breathing becoming more labored. "Baby," she moans, voice raw and quivering, "Please–"

You know what she means, of course you do. You can feel the tension in her body, the fervent, desperate need for release. And you're not going to deny her, are you?

Unwrapping one of your arms from around her thigh, you slip a hand between wet heat, slowly dragging a firm thumb over her swollen clit. The reaction is immediate, a low, guttural moan escaping from deep within Sydney’s chest, body tensing like a bowstring.

"Yes!" she gasps, her velvet pussy fluttering around your tongue. "Just– Ah!"

Her grip on your throat only worsens, and as you feel the crushing sensation around your skull, you think to yourself, This is the perfect way to go out.

In fact, you don't know if you even want her to stop.

With a choked gasp, you look up at the woman above you, and even in the low light of the room, you can see the tears swimming in her eyes. "Fuck, right there," she whispers hoarsely, "Right there!”

You might be in trouble if she can't find the strength to let up, but you come to the conclusion that your life is a small price to pay for her pleasure. Pushing through the fatigue you feel at the lack of oxygen, you wrap eager lips around her swollen bud at the same time you enter two fingers into her and energetically curl them against that sweet spot inside, over and over and over. With a choked whine, you finally are rewarded with that sweet release, warm liquid coating your mouth and spilling out onto your face as Sydney's orgasm wreaks havoc through her body.

You begin to think about pulling away, but your girlfriend doesn't give you a choice as she holds you against her, unwilling to separate. Just as she's coming down from her climax, black spots start to swim at the edge of your vision, and you finally pry her hand off your throat, turning your head to gulp in greedy mouthfuls of air.

Sydney collapses forward, falling off your face and slumping next to you, her body spent and breathing labored. For a long moment, the two of you lie there in silence as you both struggle to regain your breath, chests heaving and hearts racing. The apartment is filled with nothing but the sound of your labored gasps.

Slowly, Sydney lifts her head and turns to look at you, a lazy smile forming on her lips. "That was..." She lets the sentence hang, unable to find the right words in her current state.

"Amazing," you finish for her, equally spent. You lean back against the crumpled comforter, eyes never straying from hers. Your lover lets out a small laugh, reaching out to brush your face with a tender caress, thumb gently stroking your cheek. The gesture is a stark contrast from her earlier hold on you, and you take the opportunity to press a soft kiss to her palm.

"That was definitely worth the expensive underwear," Sydney teases, her thumb running over your lips, which still bear evidence of her arousal.

The thought of destroying something expensive would normally cause a spike of anxiety, but right now, you couldn't care less. If anything, the memory of her reaction makes you want to do it again and again. She sees the traces of that fire in your eyes and slowly moves to straddle you, causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

"Already?" You ask, voice still hoarse from your earlier activities.

Sydney leans in, soft thighs bracketing your body and hands coming up to frame your face, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's your turn now."

She immediately moves in to devour your lips, a small gasp slipping from your mouth to hers. Just like earlier, her touch sets a fire throughout your body, reigniting that need and intensity once more. You return the kiss with equal fervor, tongue delving into her mouth so she can taste herself.

Sydney's hands begin to explore, sliding over the expanse of your cloth covered skin with an almost reverent touch, as if she was trying to memorize every single detail. Your breath hitches as her hand slides over your stomach, nails lightly grazing over the flesh there.

"Off. Now."

You immediately comply, breaking the kiss to maneuver around her and pull your entire outfit off of your body.

Your girlfriend's gaze roams over you, dark eyes raking over your bare torso hungrily. It's a look that you know means she's ready to pounce, and you can't find it in you to complain. "So perfect," she mumbles softly, a hand coming up to trace a path from your neck to your navel. "And all mine."

You shiver at her possessive tone, eyes fluttering shut for a moment and a soft noise escaping your throat as you dazedly nod. "All yours."

Sydney responds by pressing her body as flush to yours as possible, lips finding your neck and making their way slowly downwards. She takes her time, nipping and sucking at the skin on your collarbone, and you feel a familiar heat stir in the pit of your stomach as a low moan leaves your mouth.

Your eyes slowly open as your girlfriend's ministrations continue, body rolling against yours in a sensual rhythm. She takes her time, not rushing anything as she makes her way down your body, tongue and teeth occasionally grazing across your skin, marking you and reminding you of whom exactly you belong to. Her mouth leaves your chest, pausing while she sits back on her heels for a moment, admiring the state she's put you in, and your breath gets caught in your throat at the way she looks at you, eyes glossy and full of desire.

The sight has you squirming, her expression completely hypnotizing you. "Syd," you manage to squeak out, "come back here."

The woman only smiles, a low chuckle leaving her throat as she shakes her head softly. "Patience."

Her hands trail up your legs until she reaches your inner thighs, fingers drumming a gentle rhythm against your skin, the motion almost soothing as she watches your reaction. The movement is innocent, but the anticipation builds as you shudder. "Please," you beg softly, the word barely a whisper.

She shushes you before leaning down to a perfectly erect nipple and enveloping it with her supple lips. A breathy moan leaves you, back arching up into her touch. "Baby," you gasp, clenching at the sheet as her hand continues to wander, tracing soft patterns along your thigh, fingers only a few inches away from the apex.

Keeping up the motions, she alternates between flicking her tongue and sucking on the bud, the sensations sending jolts of electricity down to your core. Between your legs tingles with awareness, a need for something more intense. Firmly grasping her hand, you shove it between your thighs and start rocking against it, head dropping back as you finally are able to feel some relief.

A soft gasp leaves her mouth as her head lifts from your chest, gaze focused on you as she feels you grind against her. "Look at me." She whispers, waiting until your gaze meets hers to continue, "Keep your eyes here."

Slowly, she brings a moist thumb up towards your lips. "Open."

Obediently, you part your lips, allowing the digit to slip inside. Your tongue wraps around it, coating it with a thin layer of saliva. When she pulls out, she looks at you approvingly for a moment, a satisfied hum leaving her throat as she takes her dampened finger and lightly brushes it against your bottom lip, a small smirk gracing her features.

"You're so good for me, baby. I love it."

Those words have the same effect as they always do, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your heart to skip a beat. She savors the reaction and can't stop the small chuckle that escapes her throat. "You're so easy sometimes," she whispers, her hand moving to cup your cheek for a moment before moving back to your legs. "But that only makes me love you more."

Capturing your lips with her own, she drops her hand to your waiting entrance, prodding at it with a slender finger. Your mouth parts against hers, breath mingling and teeth softly nipping at the flesh there. The sensation steals your breath, anticipation already building. Your body tenses as her fingertip slides in but nothing more, a needy whine transferring from your lips to hers. "Syd..."

"I know." She breaks away for a moment, taking in your contorted features before leaning in again to place a series of kisses along your jaw. "I'll give you what you want, I promise."

Just as you're starting to get impatient, her hand moves slightly, thumb coming up to brush against your clit as a strangled moan leaves your throat. "But I want to take my time, make it good for you."

Your eyes flit down to her hand as she teases you, unable to take any more of the torturous treatment. "It is good. You don't nee–" Your words cut off mid-sentence as her teeth sink into the soft flesh below your earlobe, a strangled moan spilling out instead.

"Let me," she breathes, her free hand pawing at your waist, "I want to savor this."

A shudder runs through you at the conviction in her words, and you find yourself nodding helplessly. "Alright...alright."

There's something almost devout about the way her gaze falls over you, like you're the most precious thing to ever exist. And to her, you are. "Just relax, let me take care of you."

Sydney gently lifts your knee, slinging it over her shoulder, and begins peppering kisses up and down your thigh. She takes her time, leaving small bite marks all along your skin, every touch leaving a trail of fire behind. Your breath hitches as her mouth finally reaches the crook of where thigh and pussy meet, and your hand shoots down of its own volition, fingers threading through her soft braids. The urge to push her head where you want her is almost overwhelming, but you have to stay patient. You know she'll get there, she always does.

And just as you were about to let yourself fall into a state of desperate begging, she finally decides to have mercy. With one long, languid, lap of her tongue, a strangled gasp leaves you once more, fingers gripping tighter in her hair.

"Look at you..." she breathes softly, the words sending a shiver up your spine. "So perfect."

Her gaze locks with yours as she slowly drags that wet muscle over your slit again, the eye contact making you shudder with anticipation. You're already so on edge, you think you might actually combust if she doesn't stop teasing.

"Let me hear you." It's a gentle command, but you know what it means. She wants to hear how she's making you feel, and as if to further coax the sounds from you, she slowly circles your clit with her thumb, her gaze fixed on you all the while. "I want you to say my name."

"Syd!" Your voice leaves you in a low whine, hand falling from her hair and reaching to grip the sheets by your head instead. "I've been good...I've been good."

She sighs against your clit at the desperation in your voice, your pleading sending a jolt of arousal straight to her own core. "You're right, baby."

With that, she takes two fingers and plunges them into your pussy, letting the fullness take over your senses. A stifled gasp leaves you, mouth opening and eyes squeezing shut as her fingers hook. Your body quivers against her touch, every nerve ending on fire.

By the way her gaze still hasn't left yours, you'd think she was trying to see your very soul. She's searching for any sign of discomfort, any slight change in your expression that would let her know to ease off, but you merely look back up at her, face pleading and desperate for more.

She curls the digits inside, making sure to slide against your most delicate spot, and with the thumb still gently moving over your clit, it's starting to feel so good you aren't sure how much more you can take. "Just hold on a bit longer for me, okay?"

It's so difficult though, every fiber of your being is screaming for release, but you know Sydney won't let you go until she's satisfied, so you dig your nails further into the sheets and try to focus on not shattering too soon. In an attempt to keep your body in check, you focus on her face instead, fingers still carding through her hair and eyes locked tightly with hers. That only works until she takes her other hand and presses down on your stomach, pinning that spongy spot firmly against her fingers inside you.

"Fuck!" You cry out, hips bucking into her touch.

"Oh god." It's too much now, the building tension starting to reach a peak. If she doesn't slow down, you don't know if you'll be able to hold back.

"Sy–Syd..." Your voice trembles heavily as you try to find the words, the need to cum driving you crazy. "I can't...I– you have to– please."

Biting her lip to keep herself from moaning, she leans in and suckles at your clit desperately, unable to stop herself from enjoying this as much as you are. A choked whine escapes your chest as you grind down onto your girlfriend's face, gritting your teeth as you do your best to hold on for her. You'd be impressed by your ability to contain yourself if you weren't already so overwhelmed. The feeling of her tongue, fingers, and now the pressure of her hold on your stomach is quickly becoming too much to handle, your entire body quivering and trembling with the need to let go. Yet, your eyes never leave hers, the pleasure continuing to build until you're teetering on the precipice.

"Please, please..." You're close to sobbing now. "Can I...?"

Her grip on your lower belly tightens and her eyes grow impossibly darker as she hears you beg. You both know she's got you on the edge now, and she's the only one with the power to push you over it. After a few more extended moments of waiting, she slowly nods, and with that, you're allowed to fall, knowing Sydney will be there to catch you.

Crying out with an exasperated wail, your orgasm finally pulls you under, a white hot sensation surging to every corner of your body. You arch up into her touch, body trembling with the force of your pleasure. A few moments pass, gradually coming down and regaining some sort of control of your body. When you return to earth, Sydney gently eases her touch and slowly withdraws her fingers.

Her lips find your inner thigh again, tongue tracing over the flesh there as her eyes slowly look up to finally meet yours again, gaze as intense as ever. "You did such a good job," she whispers, voice ragged.

Grasping for her chin, you pull her up towards you, body following your touch until your lips slot together and you taste your cum on her tongue. The kiss is messy and wet, the essence of you coating both of your mouths. She sighs into it, hand gently caressing your cheek, thumb trailing across your lower lip. When she finally pulls away, her mouth curves into a smirk as she licks her lips, savoring one last taste before giving you a satisfied hum.

"Delicious."

"Glad you approve," you manage to mumble back, body feeling light and relaxed after her ministrations. She gives you a small smirk, slowly licking her fingers clean before throwing an arm and a leg over your body and resting her head on your shoulder as she snuggles into you. She presses an affectionate kiss to the side of your neck before continuing with a pleased hum, "I take pride in my work."

Softly giggling, exhaustion quickly begins to settle into bones before you float off to sleep, both tangled together in a mess of content, sweaty limbs.

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Queen Margot - 4

CHAPTER IV

THE EVENING OF THE TWENTY-FOURTH OF AUGUST, 1572.

OUR reader has not forgotten that mention was made in the preceding chapter of a gentleman called La Mole, for whom Henri de Navarre was waiting somewhat impatiently. This young gentleman, as the Admiral had announced, entered Paris by the Porte Saint-Marcel, towards the close of the day of the 24th of August, 1572, and bestowing a somewhat contemptuous glance on the numerous hostelries displaying their picturesque signs to right and left, rode his still-smoking horse into the heart of the City, where, after crossing the Place Maubert, the Petit-Pont, the Notre-Dame Bridge, and passing along the quays, he stopped at the end of the Rue de Bresec, turned by us at a later date into the Rue de I'Arbre Sec, and which, for the greater convenience of our readers, we shall allude to under its modern name.

The name doubtless pleased him, for he turned down the street, and, his attention being attracted by a fine piece of metal creaking on its iron support at his left hand, halted once more in order to read these words: A la Belle-Etoile, painted beneath a picture representing an object most attractive to the hungry traveller; namely, a fowl roasting against a dark sky, while a man in a red cloak was extending towards this new sort of star, his arms, his purse, and his desires.

"Here," said the rider to himself, "is an inn which promises well, and the host who keeps it must be an ingenious fellow, upon my word. I have always heard say that the Rue de I'Arbre Sec was near the Louvre, and provided the establishment fulfils the promise of its sign-board, I shall do capitally here."

While the newcomer was uttering this soliloquy, another horseman, who had entered the street from its opposite end, that is to say from the Rue Saint-Honore, also halted and remained in ecstasy before the sign of the Belle-Etoile.

The one of these horsemen whom we know, at least by name, rode a white horse of Spanish breed, and was dressed in a black doublet trimmed with jet. His cloak was of dark purple velvet; he wore boots of black leather, and carried a sword with a hilt of chased steel, and a dagger similarly ornamented. Passing from his equipment to his face, we shall remark that he was a man of four or five and twenty, of sunburnt complexion, with blue eyes, a slight moustache, and a row of white teeth, which seemed to light up his features when he opened a perfectly-shaped mouth to give expression to a sweet though melancholy smile.

As for the second traveller, he presented a complete contrast to the first. Beneath his hat, with its turned-up brim, appeared a rich and curly crop of hair, red rather than fair; beneath his hair were grey eyes, which, at the slightest opposition, flashed with a fire so brilliant that you would then have called them black.

The rest of his face consisted of a ruddy complexion, thin lips surmounted by a fair moustache, and a splendid set of teeth. In short, with his fair skin, his tall stature, and his broad shoulders, he was a very handsome cavalier in the ordinary acceptation of the term, and for the past hour, during which he had been staring up into every window on pretence of looking for sign-boards, had attracted much attention on the part of the fair sex; as for the men, who at first perhaps had shown some inclination to laugh on seeing his scanty cloak, tight-fitting hose, and old-fashioned boots, they had ended this laugh with a most gracious "God keep you!" on a survey of this countenance, which assumed ten different expressions in a minute, with the one exception, however, of that benevolent and deprecating expression which always distinguishes the face of the provincial visitor when in a difficulty.

It was he who first accosted the other gentleman who, as we have said, was thus inspecting the hostelry of the Belle-Etoile.

"Zounds! sir," he observed, with that dreadful mountain accent which, at his first word, makes a man known for a Piedmontese among a room full of strangers, "are we not somewhere near the Louvre? At any rate, you seem to have the same taste as myself, which is flattering to my dignity."

"Sir," replied the other with a Provencal accent in noway less marked than the Piedmontese accent of his companion, "I fancy that, in point of fact, this inn is near the Louvre. I am, however, still asking myself whether I shall have the honour of agreeing with your opinion; I am debating the question in my mind."

"You have not yet decided, sir? The house, however, looks attractive, and in addition I have perhaps allowed myself to be influenced by your presence. You will allow, at any rate, that the sign is a tempting one?"

"Oh! no doubt; but it is exactly that which makes me doubt whether the reality will come up to it. Paris is full of swindlers I have been told, and you can cheat by means of a sign-board as well as with anything else."

"Zounds, sir," replied the Piedmontese, "I don't bother my head about trickery, and should the host serve me up a fowl less well roasted than that on the sign, I'll put him on the spit himself, and not leave him until he is browned to a nicety. Let us go in, sir."

"You have decided me," said the Provencal, laughing; "so lead the way, sir, I beg of you."

"Upon my soul, sir, I will do nothing of the kind, for I am but your humble servant, Comte Hannibal de Coconnas."

"And I, sir, am but Comte Joseph Hyacinthe Boniface de Lerac de la Mole, at your service."

"In that case, sir, let us take arms and enter together."

The result of this conciliatory proposal was that the two young men, dismounting from their horses and throwing their reins to an ostler, took each other by the arm, and settling their swords, made for the door of the inn, on the threshold of which stood the landlord.

Contrary, however, to the custom with such persons, the worthy proprietor appeared to have taken no notice of them, being engaged in a very earnest conversation with a tall fellow, with a wizened, yellow face, ensconced, like an owl among its feathers, in a drab cloak.

Our two friends were so close to the host and the man in the cloak with whom he was conversing, that Coconnas, annoyed at the neglect shown to himself and his companion, pulled the landlord by the sleeve. The latter appeared to rouse himself with a start, and took leave of his interlocutor with the words:

"Au revoir. Come again soon, and mind you keep me informed how things are going."

"Here, you rascal!" said Coconnas, "don't you see that we have business with you?"

"Ah! I beg pardon, messieurs," said the host: "I did not see you."

"Zounds! you ought to have seen us; and now that you have done so, instead of saying 'monsieur' in that abrupt fashion, say 'Monsieur le Comte,' if you please."

La Mole stood in the rear, letting Coconnas, who seemed to have taken the affair into his own hands, do the talking. It was easy, however, to see by the frown on his brow that he was prepared to come to his aid when the moment for action should arrive.

"Well! what is your will, Monsieur le Comte?" asked the landlord in a more subdued tone.

"Good; that's better already, is it not? " said Coconnas, turning to La Mole, who nodded his head. "M. le Comte and myself, being attracted by your sign-board, desire to find supper and lodging in your hostelry."

"Gentlemen," said the landlord, "I am exceedingly sorry, but I have only one room, and I am afraid that it will not be suitable for you."

"Oh! well, so much the better," said La Mole; "we will go and lodge elsewhere."

"No, no," said Coconnas. " I will I stay, at any rate; my horse is worn out. I will have the room, then, since you do not want it."

"Ah! that's quite another matter," answered the landlord, still maintaining the same imperturbability. "If there is only one of you I can't put you up at all."

"Zounds!" cried Coconnas, "a pretty fellow, upon my word. Just now we were two too many, and now we are not enough by one! You don't want to take us in, then, you rascal?"

"Upon my word, gentlemen, since you take that tone, I will give you a straight answer."

"Answer, then, and be quick about it."

"Well, then, I prefer not to have the honour of entertaining you."

"Because?" asked Coconnas, growing white with rage.

"Because you have no grooms, and therefore, for one gentleman's room occupied, I should have two grooms' chambers empty. Now, if I give you the gentleman's room, I run the risk of not letting the others."

"Monsieur de la Mole," said Coconnas, turning round, "don't you agree with me that we must teach this fellow a lesson?"

"It seems justifiable," said La Mole, preparing, like his companion, to belabour the landlord with his whip.

But in spite of this double demonstration, somewhat alarming on the part of two gentlemen who appeared so determined, the innkeeper showed no surprise, and merely retreated a step within the doorway,

"It is easy to see," he remarked in a jeering tone, "that these gentlemen hail from the country. In Paris the fashion of butchering innkeepers for refusing to let their rooms is obsolete. It is the great lords, and not the citizens, who get butchered, and if you make much disturbance I shall call in my neighbours, and it is you who will get the thrashing, a punishment quite beneath the dignity of two gentlemen."

"Zounds! he is laughing at us," cried Coconnas, with rising wrath.

"Gregoire! my arquebus," said the landlord, addressing his drawer, in the same tone that he might have said, "a seat for these gentlemen."

"By the Pope!" roared Coconnas, drawing his sword; "come, warm up. Monsieur de La Mole!"

"Not so, an it please you; for while we are getting warm, our supper will be getting cold."

"What! you mean to say?" cried Coconnas.

"I mean that mine host of the Belle-Etoile has right on his side; only he doesn't know how to deal with travellers, especially when those travellers are gentlemen. Instead of saying to us uncivilly: 'Gentlemen, I don't want to have anything to do with you,' he would have done better to have said politely: 'Enter, gentlemen,' being free to put in his bill: Gentleman s room, so much; lackey s room, so much; seeing that, though we have no lackeys at present, we expect to have some."

Saying this. La Mole gently pushed aside the innkeper, who was already extending his hand towards his arquebus, made Coconnas pass in, and entered the house behind him.

"Never mind," said Coconnas, "it's as much as I can do to replace my sword in the sheath without satisfying myself that it pricks as sharply as this rogue's larding-needles do."

"Patience, my dear comrade," said La Mole, "patience! All the inns are full of gentlemen attracted to Paris by the marriage festivities, or for the approaching war with Flanders, and we shouldn't find any other quarters; mayhap, too, it is the custom in Paris to receive strangers in this way on their arrival."

"Zounds! you are patient, and no mistake! " muttered Coconnas, twisting his red moustache with fury, and pulverising the innkeeper with his glance. "But let the rascal look to himself; if his cooking is bad, if his beds are hard, if his wine is not three years in bottle, if his drawer is not as supple as a rush"

"There, there, my gentleman," said the host, sharpening his knife on a grindstone, "make your mind easy; you are in the country where things are to be had for the asking."

Then with a shake of the head, he muttered sotto voce:

"It is some Huguenot; the traitors have become so insolent since the marriage of their Bearnais with Mistress Margot!"

Upon which he added, with a smile which would have made his guests shudder had they seen it:

"Ha! ha! it would be amusing if Huguenots had chanced to tumble in here — and if."

"Look here! can we have our supper?" asked Coconnas, sharply, interrupting his host's asides.

"Why, just as you please, sir," replied the latter, mollified no doubt by the thought that had just occurred to him.

"Well! we do please, and quick's the word," answered Coconnas.

Then, turning to La Mole:

"Come, Monsieur le Comte," said he, "while they are preparing our room, tell me, does Paris happen to strike you as a gay city?"

"My word! no," said La Mole; "I seem to have come across nothing but scared or crabbed faces. Perhaps the Parisians are in fear of a storm. Look how black the sky is, and how oppressive the atmosphere."

"Tell me, Count, you are looking for the Louvre, are you not?"

"And you, too, I believe, Monsieur de Coconnas."

"Well, we will look for it together, if you like."

"Eh! isn't it rather late to go out?" said La Mole.

"Late or not, I must go; my orders are peremptory — make for Paris as quickly as possible, and communicate with the Duc de Guise the instant you arrive."

On hearing the Duc's name mentioned, the landlord approached and listened attentively.

"I fancy this rascal is listening to us," said Coconnas, who, being a Piedmontese, was rather spiteful, and could not forgive the host of the Belle-Etoile for the unceremonious fashion in which he had welcomed them.

"Yes, gentlemen," said the landlord, touching his cap, "I am listening, but only in order to serve you. I heard the great Duc de Guise mentioned, and so I hurried forward. In what way can I oblige you, gentlemen?"

"Ha! that name apparently is magical in its effects, for, from being insolent, you have become obsequious. Zounds! master — master — what is your name?"

"Master La Hurière," replied the landlord, with a bow.

"Well! Master La Hurière, do you fancy that my arm is less heavy than the Duc de Guise's, who has the privilege of making you so polite?"

"No, Monsieur le Comte, but it is not so long," replied La Hurière. "Besides," added he, "I must tell you that this great Henri is idolised by us Parisians."

"Which Henri? " asked La Mole.

"I imagine there is only one," said the Innkeeper.

"Pardon me. my friend, there is another Henri, of whom I would advise you to say no harm, and that is Henri de Navarre, not to mention Henri de Condé, who is also an excellent prince."

"I know nothing about them," answered the host.

"Yes, but / do," said La Mole, "and as my business is with King Henri de Navarre, I recommend you not to abuse him in my presence."

The host, without replying to M. de la Mole, contented himself with slightly touching his cap, and continuing to gaze at Coconnas with admiration, observed:

"So you are going to speak with the great Duc de Guise? You are very fortunate, and no doubt you have come here for--"

"For what?" asked Coconnas.

"For the fete," answered the host, with a curious smile.

"You should say rather for the fetes, for Paris is glutted with them, I am told; at least, people talk of nothing but balls, banquets, and carousals. There is plenty of amusement in Paris, eh!"

"A fair amount so far, sir; but we are going to have an abundance, I hope."

"At any rate, the marriage of His Majesty, the King of Navarre, has drawn plenty of people to the city," said La Mole.

"Plenty of Huguenots, yes, sir," replied La Hurière, sharply; then, recovering himself: "I beg your pardon," said he, "perhaps you gentlemen belong to the Religion?"

"To the Religion!" cried Coconnas, "not I! I am as Catholic as the Holy Father himself."

La Hurière turned to La Mole as if to question him; but La Mole either did not understand his look, or thought it better not to reply except by another question.

"If you don't know His Majesty, the King of Navarre, Master La Hurière. perhaps you know the Admiral? I have heard that he enjoys some measure of favour at the Court; and as I have been recommended to him, I should be glad to know where he resides, if it will not burn your mouth to mention his address."

"He was residing in the Rue de Bethisy, to the right here, sir," answered the host, with an inward satisfaction which he was unable to disguise in his outward manner.

"Was residing?" asked La Mole; "has he removed, then?"

"Yes, out of this world, very likely."

"What does he say?" exclaimed the two gentlemen simultaneously; "the Admiral removed from this world!"

"Why! Monsieur de Coconnas," went on the host with a cunning smile, "you are of the party of Guise and don't know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why, that the day before yesterday, as he was going through the Place Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois, the Admiral was shot by an arquebus just in front of the house of the Canon Pierre Piles."

"And was he killed?" cried La Mole.

"No, he only had his arm and two fingers smashed, but it is hoped that the bullets were poisoned."

"What, you wretch! hoped!"

"I mean to say, believed," replied the host. "Don't let us quarrel about a word; my tongue tripped."

And La Hurière, turning his back on La Mole, thrust out his tongue in the most jeering fashion, accompanying this gesture with a wink at Coconnas.

"Really and truly," said Coconnas, beaming.

"Really and truly!" murmured La Mole, with mournful stupefaction.

"It is just as I have the honour to tell you, gentlemen," replied the host.

"In that case," said La Mole,"I must go to the Louvre without a moment's delay. Shall I find King Henri there?"

"It is possible, for he is lodged there."

"And I also must go to the Louvre," said Coconnas. "Shall I find the Due de Guise there?"

"Most probably, for I saw him pass by a short time ago with two hundred gentlemen."

"Come, then, Monsieur de Coconnas," said La Mole.

"1 will follow you, sir," said Coconnas.

"But your supper, gentlemen? " asked La Hurière.

"Ah!" said La Mole, "perhaps I shall have supper with the King of Navarre."

"And I with the Duc de Guise," said Coconnas.

"And I," said the host, as he looked after the two gentlemen who took the road to the Louvre, "will polish up my helmet, prime my arquebus, and sharpen my halberd. One never knows what may happen."

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NOTES

Annibal Hannibal, comte de Coconas (in italian : Annibale Radicati), a nobleman of Piedmontese origins, was born in Suse (Italy) about 1535 and died in Paris in 1574, was one of the favourites of Duc d'Alençon, François de France.

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Worse things happen at sea: Art in the Paris 2024 Olympic Opening Ceremony

So everyone has been sounding off about the Paris' Olympic Opening Ceremony. Mainly about the supposed 'insult to Christians everywhere' with the recreation of Di Vinci's 'The Last Supper'.

(I'd like to go on the record that 1. you pose any group of folk in a line facing the viewer with a barrier at hip height and it's gonna look a little 'The Last Supper'-y, 2. clearly the hand wringers had forgotten that the artist was Di Vinci. The man would be pointing and laughing at them and be living it up on that bridge between Nicky Doll and DJ Butch, and 3. Da Vinci painted enough portraits of Bacchus, he would have known what's up.)

Anyway, a lot of art was incorporated and celebrated but there's one piece that did featured that had me performing a mental emergency stop and NO ONE ELSE is talking about it so I need to know I wasn't the only one to spot this.

So, opening ceremony, we're following our mysterious torch bearer as they race through the the Louvre to the strains of 'Danse macabre', (French composer Camille Saint-Saëns). The eyes of the paintings occupants follow their progress until we see frames with empty back drops, the paintings' subjects having come alive to watch the festivities from the windows. But the last empty frame... my people...

Our mystery guide stands in front of this for nearly 3 seconds, at the 1hr 42min 11sec mark in the BBC coverage. Now, I can't make out the plaque at the bottom of the frame, but I am prepared to place good money that this is Théodore Géricault's 'Le Radeau de la Méduse', or 'The Raft of the Medusa'.

Completed in 1819, this piece is considered the best work of its' French artist and an icon of the French Romanticism movement. It's chuffing huge, over 16ft by 23ft, and it is stunning.

It also depicts one of the worst events in French maritime history.

In June of 1816, the French frigate The Medusa left France for Senegal on the west coast of Africa. At her helm was a captain who had not sailed in 20 odd years and got the post through connections and political clout. And he fucked it up royally. The Medusa drifted 100 miles off course and ran aground off Mauritania. After 3 days of failing to shift the boat, the 400 or so people aboard has choices to make. They were 30 miles from land and there were 6 boats, room for 250 people. Some stayed aboard the stranded vessel but at least 146 men and one woman boarded a jerry-rigged raft. The plan was for it to be towed by some of the boats, but after only a few miles it was turned loose.

For 13 days, exposure, mutiny, disease, dehydration and starvation ravaged the survivors, whittling nearly 150 down to 15. It was in my fact checking for this that I learnt the lovely little term ‘a custom of the sea’. In layman’s terms, cannibalising your crew mates to survive. They were spotted by chance, no search effort had been made by the French. A further 5 died in the days following rescue. British naval officers helped the survivors to return to France because aid from the French government didn’t appear and the captain, who had made it to land fine, was more interested in recovering the gold on board the Medusa. He was court marshalled and should have been executed, but in the end served 3 years in prison. He was the inciting incident for a law to passed that ensured that promotions in the French military would thereafter be based on merit.

Now all this came hurtling into my head because I remember reading a book called 'Severed' by Frances Larson, all about the cultural and historical fascination with decapitation. There's a section in the chapter of severed heads in art about how Géricault went hard on the research for this painting; visited morgues and hospitals, brought home specimens to watch decay rate, y'know, stuff that absolutely wouldn't blow your safety deposit. But yeah, I'm there with dawning horror and ice in my blood as we look at a very French painting, of a French maritime tragedy, brought about by the hubris and arrogance and incompetence of the higher ups who had no right being there, where comrades and crew turn on each other in a horrific fight for survival, with the spooky dancing bones classical piece playing in the background...

And not 20 seconds later we are rejoining the action of the flotilla on the Seine, 'Fraternité' writ large over the boat with Cyprus, Columbia and Comoros waving excitedly and soggily at us.

Thomas Jolly, opening ceremony artistic director, I need to buy you a drink and we need to chat. I need to study you. I have been turning this over in my brain for a week, what are you trying to say?! Was I the only one to hear it?!

#i'm going insane here #i have absolutely no schooling in art history just some really macabre historical knowledge #paris 2024 #olympics #paris olympics #art history #maritime history

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Long Road - Chapter 12 - Coming Soon

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Marinette rushed down into Liberty’s hold to meet Luka for their date. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Alix with Juleka and Rose. They all turned and waved her over.

“Hey, girls, what’s up?” Marinette asked.

“You’re just in time! Alix was about to share some amazing news!” Rose cheered.

“Oh? What’s that?” Marinette asked.

“Get this. There’s this new exhibit coming to the museum and my dad’s letting me get a look at it early before it goes live tomorrow. Mylene and some of the guys are already going to meet me there. What about you girls?” Alix asked.

“What’s so special about this exhibit?” Juleka muttered.

“Oh, right. Let me just get… here!”

Alix held up a picture of a bizarre white box lined with silver and peculiar black markings on its surface.

“Woah. Creepy,” Juleka cooed.

“It is a little, yes,” Rose agreed.

“That’s… strange. Uh, when will you be seeing it today?” Marinette asked.

“Soon. Actually, right after this. I figured I’d stop in before I went back to the Louvre. Care to join?”

“Count me in,” Juleka said.

“Me too!” Rose cheered.

“Uh, one moment. Juleka, is Luka-?” Marinette started.

“Yeah. He should be done by now. Go ahead,” Juleka said.

Marinette nodded and trotted over to Luka and Juleka’s room. She turned the corner and jumped back. Luka sat on his bed in meditation like the first time she saw him, but with a man sitting beside him with his eyes closed. She paled at the sharp, serpentine features of the man, pale skin like he was ill, black rocker clothes, and unnaturally long hair.

“S-sass?” Marinette whispered.

Sass’s eyes shot open with his snake green eyes and pupils narrowed into slits. Luka’s eyes opened as Marinette flinched and stepped back. Luka shot to his feet and approached Marinette.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Luka commented.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… surprised by Sass,” Marinette reassured.

Sass grumbled and hissed. He slinked off the bed and headed to the living room when Kaalki blocked his path.

“Hey, lovebirds! We’re getting ready to head out. Let’s go!”

“Oh, right. Hey, Luka, would you be ok with a small detour before our date? Alix’s dad is letting her see a new exhibit early and she’s invited us along with some other friends,” Marinette explained.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Luka said.

“Alright! You’re coming too, scales,” Kaalki demanded.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Sass hissed.

“Oh, but you are. You know who is coming too and she’ll be very sad if you don’t show up. I wonder what she’ll do.”

Sass sighed and growled. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“Oi, Mari, where’s little Velze?” Kaalki asked.

“Huh? Oh, Gimmi? She’s at home. She, uh, didn’t want to listen to our, uh, sickening lovey words?” Marinette attempted.

Kaalki looked Marinette over, then at the mini purse at Marinette’s side. She rushed at Marinette and snatched it before Marinette could react. She reached into it and pulled Gimmi from it. She beamed and tossed Marinette the purse back.

“There you are, mini Velze! Come, join us. Stretch your legs with the rest of us.”

Gimmi shot Kaalki a menacing look. She didn’t respond but phased through Kaalki’s grip and shifted into her human form. Marinette reached out for Gimmi as Gimmi navigated Liberty while avoiding the windows. Kaalki whooped and ran out after Gimmi. Marinette grimaced as she looked on, worried.

“Everything alright?” Luka asked.

“Not exactly. Gimmi has been avoiding all reflective surfaces. She won’t even look me in the eyes long either. When I ask, she doesn’t tell me why, but it’s clear something is wrong. I just don’t know what to do to help her,” Marinette explained.

“I think the best you can do is let her approach you when she’s ready. There may be something wrong, but if she hasn’t shared, she isn’t ready. Give her time and she will be.”

Marinette looked at the ground, then at Luka with a smile. “I’ll try. I’m just worried.”

Luka returned the smile and took Marinette’s hand. “It’s ok to be worried. You care for her, just like you did with Tikki.”

“I mean, I still do, but yeah, I do care for Gimmi. We clash and she’s never shy about reminding me about the reality of things, but I appreciate her for it.”

“Oi, let’s go!” Kaalki yelled.

Luka and Marinette jumped at Kaalki’s voice, then laughed. They joined the others on the deck before they headed to the Louvre. Marinette chatted with Luka along the way, but her eyes never left Gimmi as Gimmi avoided all reflective surfaces. When they approached the Louvre, Gimmi fell back behind Luka and Marinette.

“Hey, are you ok?” Marinette asked.

“Peachy. Just avoiding that,” Gimmi hissed.

Marinette turned back and saw Mylene with Longg along with Marc with Tikki, Nathaniel with Vana, and Kim with Xuppu.

“Finally, Alix! We’ve been waiting forever! You know this report is due tomorrow, right?” Kim yelled.

“You should have done it sooner, idiot,” Alix spat.

“It’s not my fault. I was supposed to do it with Ondine’s help, but everything just keeps coming up and she did it on her own. So, I’m all on my own.”

“Not my problem, meathead. Anyway, everyone read-,” Alix started.

“Sass!” Longg yelled.

Sass stopped and sighed. Longg charged at him and scooped him up. She laughed and flung him around like a doll before she hugged him and bit his arm. Everyone flinched, but he didn’t react. She grinned and put him on her back like a backpack. She joined the others as everyone headed in. Luka and Marinette took up the rear with Gimmi.

“That was… quite the scene. Have you ever seen that?” Marinette asked.

“No. Mylene doesn’t come around very often. Even when she does, she’s just meeting with Juleka and Rose, so I never see Sass and Longg interact. Still, even though he’s unbothered, I hope he’s ok,” Luka said.

“Sass is fine. I know he enjoys Longg’s bizarre affections, even if he never lets on about them,” Gimmi butted in.

“Are you saying Sass enjoys being bitten?” Luka asked.

“Yes,” Gimmi answered.

Marinette hummed as a thought crossed her mind and she smirked. “You know, Luka, I’ve come to understand that we begin to mirror our kwamis in many aspects the longer that we’re with them. Does this mean you also like to be bitten?”

Luka’s face flushed. “Ah, well, uh, y-you see, uh, I… I wouldn’t know, you know? I mean! You were the only girl I had dated before our breakup… and there was no one else. Even when we were together, we never… you know, so I… I don’t know.”

Gimmi peered up at Luka. “You’re telling me a however old teenage boy you are has never thought with his other head? Never not once?”

Luka’s blush deepened while Marinette blushed. “Gimmi!”

“What? You aren’t seriously that surprised, are you? You both are transitioning into adults. Him sooner than you. You are going to have to address the topic of physical intimacy sooner or later. Sooner rather than later. And not by these little teasing jokes you seem to think are amusing,” Gimmi snapped.

“She’s right, you know,” Sass yelled back.

“Alright, enough. Can we talk about literally anything else?” Marinette asked.

“Yes, please. I don’t want to think about my brother’s sex life,” Juleka said with a shutter.

Luka pursed his lips as his face turned bright red.

“Yeah, no one wants to talk about their likely boring, vanilla ass love like Nathan and Marc. I’d rather talk about Kim’s failing relationship,” Alix pointed out.

“Failing? Oh no! What happened with you and Ondine?” Rose asked.

“Nothing. She’s just been busy with Terra,” Kim said.

“I don’t know. Sounds like she doesn’t want to see you,” Alix commented.

“What? No. Who wouldn’t want to see me when she gets all of this?” Kim asked as he flexed.

“Is that supposed to be impressive?” Longg asked.

“Well, I mean, yes! Ondine thought it was impressive.”

“I’m sorry on her behalf.”

Kim’s jaw dropped. He was about to respond when Alim Kubdel approached them with the director.

“Welcome, everyone. We’ve been waiting for you guys,” Alim said.

Kim raised his hand. “Mr. Alix’s Dad, is this exhibit related to anything historical and can I use it for my report?”

“Of course. Come along.”

Everyone followed Alim and the director to a back room. They approached a table with the box on it. Everyone stared at it while the kwamis stood back.

“Hey, any of you feel something… off?” Fluff asked.

Mullo nodded.

“Kaalki, you brought us here for a reason,” Sass said.

“Did you, Kaalki?” Tikki asked.

Kaalki smiled and pulled Gimmi close to her. “Mini Velze, look upon the box. What do you see? What do you feel?”

Gimmi sneered and opened her mouth, but paused when her eyes landed on the box. Her eyes widened as familiar presences washed over her. Their presences were accompanied by a vile repulsion and betrayal she had never felt, but had at the same time. She knotted her brows as her pupils constricted.

“Oh no.”

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Washington Allston and Paris of 1803

Washington Allston: Self Portrait, 1805

Allston was an American artist and poet who traveled to France in 1803 and lived in Europe until 1818.

The Paris to which Allston and Vanderlyn came in November of the year 1803 was not the Paris which the modern world knows. The beautiful city painted by the Impressionists so often that the whole world is familiar with its charm and cheerful elegance is the creation of Baron Haussmann and the second half of the nineteenth century. The Paris of 1803 was very different both in outward aspect and in its spirit. It had not yet become the great pleasure city of the modern world. Outwardly it was small and rather more medieval than modern in appearance. The traveler from Holland and the north, approaching by the road from St. Denis, passed over a flat stretch of open country whose only feature was a village on a small hill to the right of the road, called Montmartre. Then, passing through suburbs, he came to the St. Denis gate, inside which was a city of tall stone or plaster houses that seemed even taller because the streets were so narrow. From its streets rose the famous smell which travelers still commented on as they had in the time of Villon or Louis XI. A medieval king of France, looking out a window of the Louvre, once fainted at the stench of the street below. Not until the engineering feats of the great Baron Haussmann did the odor of those medieval streets vanish into tradition. There were no boulevards and no Eiffel Tower in the Paris of 1803, no Madeleine and no Arc de Triomphe. The larger portion of the Louvre had still to be built, and where now the pleasant gardens of the Louvre are was a warren of close-packed medieval houses. Beyond the gardens of the Tuileries lay the vacant space made sinister by the terrible memory of the guillotine. The shadow of that instrument still hovered over the city, although its labors had ceased ten years before. When Allston arrived, Napoleon had restored order with a strong hand and was seeking to re-create once more around himself the elegant society of the old regime. The twenty-six-hundred-odd persons who had died on the scaffold during the Reign of Terror, between September 5, 1793, and July 27, 1794, seem few enough compared with the endless butcheries of the modern world. But the world had then been taught by its literary men to believe that man was naturally rational and good. It had not been accustomed to mass massacres and to the sight of fanatics coldly murdering hundreds of thousands to prove a theory. The shock of that first outbreak of killing was so great that its memory is still green, while the vast systematized performances of our times are forgotten almost before they are over. As soon as Napoleon restored order in France, the eminently social nature of the French genius had begun to reassert itself.

Farington, the English painter, who visited Paris in 1802, reported: “A remarkable change has taken place in the appearance of the people from what they were a few years ago, gloomy,—savage,— without regard to dress or cleanliness. They are now coming fast round to chearfulness and civility.” But he also noted that the houses of Paris were out of repair because people still felt too insecure to lay out money upon the care of their property. And if Napoleon, a child of the eighteenth century, was a milder despot than one of the modern sort, his government was, after all, a military dictatorship with its secret police and censorship of opinion and all the other traits we have learned to know so well. Moreover, France was again at war.

This Paris was not a city in which an American of Allston’s day and temperament would linger for love of its atmosphere. Allston came there to study the Louvre.

— E. P. Richardson, Washington Allston: the Biography of a Pioneer of American Art and a Study of Romantic Art in America, (p. 62-63)

#art #Washington Allston #Allston #1803 #Paris #France #Napoleonic Paris #napoleonic era #first french empire #french empire #19th century #history #louvre #19th century Paris #19th century France

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energy-boy-eric · 2 years ago

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Just out of reach

Pairing: Cupid! Hyunjae X reader

Genre: fluff of course, a lil bit angsty, inspired by Cupid (fifty fifty) and cool with you (newjeans)

You know I'm just obsessed with cool with you and the Cupid concept so as soon as I saw this hyunjae I thought I could write something :)

Hyunjae was sure you couldn't see him, but he was also sure you could feel him. The way you were obsessed with Eros and Psyche, the story, the paintings, the statues. Everything related to Cupid and angels in general actually. You spent hours searching and documenting on the fable, you even went to Paris to admire the statue at the Louvre museum. The funny thing was, that your Cupid, Hyunjae, was always by your side. He didn't want to admit it, but yes, he was indeed interest in you, and eventually he fell in love with you over time.

He knew it wasn't right.

The two younger angels, Eric and Sunwoo, who followed him everywhere to assure he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary Cupid-routine he needed to do. Except, he wasn't doing any of it. You were beautiful, you had countless chances of falling in love, in the elevator, under the rain, in the restaurant, even at the Louvre. At some point, you even wandered if you could ever be able to fall in love, blaming your Cupid, whoever he was. When you observed the Eros and Psyche statue, Hyunjae could see your gorgeous reflection on the window, but him. It was like he didn't even exist, which from some points of view it was also true.

He hated it. He couldn't touch you, feel you. While you admired the painted and sculpted angels, he admired you. Only you.

On the other hand, sometimes, you questioned to yourself if you even had a Cupid, having lots of doubts, since you were lonely most of the time. You felt lonely. All the couples that passed by, hugging, kissing, giving flowers and chocolate boxes on valentine's day. But you never gave up, always giving a second chance to your love life, hoping that someday you'll find your sweet half.

Little did you know, that your soulmate, was exactly by your side, everywhere you went.

Little did you know, that in two days you would find yourself in heaven, remembering a car crash, looking right at Hyunjae who waited this moment since the very first day he saw your adorable face. He would absorb all your features in, finally able to touch you, giving your wings and taking your hand in his, walking through streets and parks, matching couples together being a couple yourselves. The very first destined cupid couple.

So this is it!! I hope you liked it, it's my very first fanfic I've ever posted on Tumblr, sorry for any grammatical errors but English isn't my first language. Let me know if you have any requests <3

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"muse."

[blurb written through the perspective of a stone bust: in which a sculpture admires the woman who paints it]

written by j.s.

I shiver under her gaze. It is intense, hard. Her eyes glimmer with frustration, passion, curiosity, an urge to see beneath the surface of my face and into my soul. She searches for my beauty as she attempts to recreate it with nothing but her visual perception and the long stem pinched between her bony fingers.

I see hers clearly. Her beauty, that is.

I could watch her for hours, days, just as she does me. I could write a book about each eyelash that curls upward above her dark iris, sing a song about the magical way in which the sunlight touches her golden skin as it leaks through the window and onto her crouched figure, providing the only source of light she gives herself access to when she perches herself onto that small stool and stares.

I wonder if her back aches. If her hands cramp up and neck seizes uncomfortably in its stretched, craned state. I wonder if when she retreats to bed each night, she winces in pain as she discovers cricks in her back that she struggles desperately to stretch away. I wonder if she suffers after she stares for hours, days, weeks. If she endures uncomfortable conditions to capture me on that canvas.

I would endure uncomfortable conditions to capture her. To take her place and watch. To place her before me and study her heavenly features.

She frustrates herself as an artist. Despite her omnipotent talent, her mind conjures horrible inaccuracies that send her jumping from her seat after tossing her wet brush angrily to the side, paint splattering the hardwood floors in the process.

She would step away for only a few seconds at a time, running her ringed hands over her face with brief, hefty puffs of air. She’ll turn around to circle back again, switching her gaze between me and the canvas. I can see her thoughts spinning, working to relieve her mind of her short-lived stress.

She sits back down, picks up the brush, and proceeds. Time and time again.

How much turmoil must I cause her brain each day, each hour, each week? How must I atone for my impact? I have no arms to embrace her with, no muscles to flash a comforting smile. My state restricts me from providing solace and relentlessly reminds me that I am nothing but stone in her way.

I fret over the irritation I arise until she settles back into her daze, gliding her orbs of chocolate brown over the structure of my crafted face. I get lost in her gaze and forget that there was ever anything to fret over.

This beauty goes uncaptured, left to roam free about the world without documentation, without study, without its image hanging high up on a gallery wall for others to admire. This beauty that sacrifices her own to study mine. She is flesh, and bone. Cinnamon and vanilla. Browns, yellows, reds, and creams, and I remain the same. Stiff, blank, still and emotionless. She calls my immoveable plainness beauty and desperately aims to recreate it, yet I know that if she were sitting before herself in my position, she’d finally recognize her own unfathomable artistry, and that my own could not even begin to compare.

The curve of her thick brows, the subconscious twitch of her nose, the gentle nudge of pearly teeth sinking into plush lips glossed with saliva, a result of constantly and anxiously wetting them with her tongue. The bump in the ridge of her rounded nose and the kind sharpness of her jaw that is emphasized each moment she turns to dip her brush into a cup of turpentine and oil.

What incandescent, unfathomable, fascinating beauty.

Beauty that belongs in the halls of the Louvre, expertly crafted by the hands of the greatest names known to art history.

And even within the security of the walls of the most luxurious museum, locked behind the finest security and guarded by the finest men, no institute would be able to contain the unbridled, unfiltered artistry that is she. My muse.

#love #art #romance #romance writing #creative writing #free write #writers on tumblr #fiction writing #writing

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Discover France: Top Sightseeing Destinations for Tourists

Top Destinations in France

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France, the world's most visited country, offers a plethora of sights and experiences that attract millions of tourists each year. From iconic landmarks and stunning natural landscapes to charming villages and cultural treasures, France has something for every traveler. Here's a guide to some of the must-visit destinations for tourists in France.

1. Paris: The City of Lights

No trip to France is complete without visiting its capital, Paris. Known for its romantic ambiance, Paris boasts some of the most recognizable landmarks in the world.

Eiffel Tower: This iconic symbol of France offers breathtaking views of the city from its observation decks.

Louvre Museum: Home to thousands of artworks, including the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo, the Louvre is the world's largest art museum.

Notre-Dame Cathedral: This Gothic masterpiece, with its stunning architecture and stained-glass windows, is a must-see.

Champs-Élysées and Arc de Triomphe: Stroll along this famous avenue and visit the towering arch that honors those who fought for France.

2. The French Riviera: Glamour and Beauty

The French Riviera, or Côte d'Azur, is renowned for its glamorous beaches, luxurious resorts, and vibrant nightlife.

Nice: Explore the Promenade des Anglais, the bustling Old Town, and the stunning views from Castle Hill.

Cannes: Famous for its film festival, Cannes also offers beautiful beaches and high-end shopping.

Monaco: While technically a separate principality, Monaco's Monte Carlo Casino and opulent lifestyle are quintessential Riviera experiences.

3. Provence: Lavender Fields and Hilltop Villages

Provence is a picturesque region known for its lavender fields, vineyards, and charming villages.

Avignon: Visit the Palais des Papes, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the famous Pont d'Avignon.

Gordes: This hilltop village offers stunning views and cobblestone streets lined with historic buildings.

Lavender Fields: Drive through the countryside to see fields of blooming lavender, especially around the Abbaye de Sénanque.

4. The Loire Valley: Châteaux and Vineyards

The Loire Valley, often called the "Garden of France," is dotted with magnificent châteaux and lush vineyards.

Château de Chambord: This grand Renaissance castle is surrounded by an extensive park and gardens.

Château de Chenonceau: Known as the "Ladies' Castle," it spans the River Cher with elegant arches.

Vineyards: Sample some of France’s finest wines in the region’s many vineyards, particularly around Vouvray and Sancerre.

5. Normandy: History and Natural Beauty

Normandy offers a mix of historical sites, stunning cliffs, and charming towns.

Mont Saint-Michel: This island commune with its medieval abbey is one of France's most iconic sights.

D-Day Beaches: Visit the historic sites of the Normandy landings, including Omaha Beach and the American Cemetery.

Étretat: Famous for its dramatic white cliffs and natural arches, Étretat is a haven for nature lovers.

6. Alsace: A Blend of French and German Cultures

Nestled along the border with Germany, Alsace boasts a unique blend of cultures, picturesque villages, and fine wines.

Strasbourg: The capital of Alsace is home to the stunning Strasbourg Cathedral and the charming Petite France district.

Colmar: This fairy-tale town features half-timbered houses, canals, and the famous Unterlinden Museum.

Alsace Wine Route: Explore the scenic wine route and sample the region’s renowned white wines.

7. The French Alps: A Year-Round Playground

The French Alps offer breathtaking scenery and outdoor activities for all seasons.

Chamonix: A popular destination for skiing in winter and hiking in summer, with stunning views of Mont Blanc.

Annecy: Known as the "Venice of the Alps," Annecy charms visitors with its canals, lake, and historic center.

Grenoble: Surrounded by mountains, Grenoble is a gateway to numerous outdoor adventures.

Practical Tips for Tourists

Language: While French is the official language, many people in tourist areas speak English. Learning a few basic French phrases can enhance your experience.

Currency: France uses the Euro (€). Credit cards are widely accepted, but it’s handy to have some cash for smaller establishments.

Transport: France has an excellent public transport system, including the high-speed TGV trains. Renting a car is ideal for exploring the countryside.

Cuisine: Don't miss the chance to savor French cuisine, from croissants and cheese to gourmet dishes and fine wines.

France’s rich tapestry of history, culture, and natural beauty ensures an unforgettable experience for every visitor. Whether you're wandering the romantic streets of Paris, relaxing on the Riviera, or exploring medieval castles, France offers a diverse array of attractions that cater to all interests.

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Poly Shutters Brisbane: The Durable and Stylish Choice for Your Home

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The Best Ways to Prevent Condensation Inside Patio Enclosures

When it comes to enjoying your outdoor living spaces, patio enclosures provide the perfect blend of comfort and protection. Whether you’re looking to host a summer BBQ or simply savor a quiet evening surrounded by nature, these additions enhance your home experience. However, if you've ever noticed that pesky condensation building up inside your patio enclosure, you're not alone. Many people encounter this issue, which can lead to discomfort and potential damage. Fortunately, there are effective strategies to prevent condensation and keep your enclosed patio pleasant year-round. Let’s explore some of the best ways to ensure your patio enclosure remains a cozy and inviting space.

Understanding Condensation in Patio Enclosures

Before diving into solutions, it's essential to understand why condensation occurs in patio enclosures. Condensation occurs when warm, humid air comes into contact with a cooler surface, resulting in moisture buildup. Factors such as temperature fluctuations and humidity levels can exacerbate this issue. When the air inside your enclosure cools, it can draw in moisture-rich air from the outside, resulting in condensation pooling at the bottom of the enclosure. Luckily, with a little knowledge and some practical measures, you can significantly reduce the chances of condensation.

Choose the Right Materials for Your Patio Enclosure

The materials you choose for your patio enclosure play a vital role in managing condensation. Opting for plastic enclosures can be beneficial since they tend to provide better insulation than metal. This means they can adapt to temperature changes more efficiently, reducing the chances of condensation forming. Additionally, look for energy-efficient window options that help maintain a consistent indoor temperature, further minimizing moisture build-up.

Ensure Proper Ventilation

Ventilation is crucial for preventing condensation in patio enclosures. Stagnant air can lead to increased humidity, so it's essential to encourage air circulation. Consider installing slanted louvre vents or crossed ventilation systems to promote airflow. These features help regulate the internal temperature and allow stale air to escape while drawing in fresh air. Even on cooler days, ensuring that air can circulate will help combat the moisture accumulation that often leads to condensation.

Monitor Temperature and Humidity Levels

Keeping an eye on the temperature and humidity levels inside your patio enclosure can help you take proactive measures against condensation. Using a hygrometer can provide you with real-time readings, allowing you to understand when conditions are ripe for condensation. If humidity levels rise too high, consider using a dehumidifier to remove excess moisture from the air, keeping your enclosure comfortable and dry.

Utilize Heating Solutions

In cooler months, using heating solutions can effectively mitigate condensation risks. Adding a space heater or radiant floor heating can help maintain a consistent warm temperature within the enclosure, preventing the colder surfaces from causing condensation. Just be sure to choose energy-efficient options to keep operating costs manageable. The idea is to create an environment where the temperature remains balanced, reducing the chance of moisture forming on surfaces.

Optimize Your Enclosure’s Design

The design of your patio enclosure can significantly impact its susceptibility to condensation. If you haven’t already, consider incorporating design elements that facilitate airflow and warmth retention. For instance, ensure that the enclosure is positioned in a way that maximizes sunlight exposure, which can naturally warm up the space. Adding insulated window treatments can also help maintain a warm interior without letting external temperature fluctuations disrupt the balance.

Manage Outdoor Elements

If your patio enclosure is located near bodies of water or in particularly humid areas, be mindful of how these environmental factors can contribute to condensation. Avoid placing your enclosure too close to sources of moisture, and ensure proper drainage around the structure to prevent water accumulation. Installing a drainage system can help control moisture levels in the surrounding area, further reducing the chances of humidity infiltrating your enclosure.

Use Proper Window Solutions

Windows are often the primary culprits for condensation, especially if they are not energy-efficient. Consider upgrading to double-pane windows or windows with thermal breaks for improved insulation. These features not only reduce heat transfer but also help keep the interior temperature more consistent, lessening the likelihood of condensation forming on the glass. Additionally, applying window films can help maintain temperature differences, further reducing moisture accumulation.

Incorporate Dehumidifiers and Fans

In addition to natural ventilation, utilizing dehumidifiers or fans can enhance air circulation inside your patio enclosure. Dehumidifiers actively remove moisture from the air, making it an essential tool during those humid summer months. On the other hand, fans help move air around, preventing stagnant conditions that often lead to condensation. You can even combine both solutions for optimal results.

Regular Maintenance Checkups

Lastly, regular maintenance of your patio enclosure can help prevent condensation issues before they start. Inspect seals around windows and doors to ensure they are intact and free of gaps. Regularly clean vents to keep them unobstructed, allowing for optimal airflow. Addressing any potential leaks or structural issues promptly will help maintain a balanced environment inside your enclosure.

Conclusion

Creating a comfortable and enjoyable space within your patio enclosure doesn’t have to be a battle against condensation. By understanding the causes and implementing the right strategies, you can significantly reduce moisture accumulation and enhance your outdoor living experience. From proper ventilation to choosing the right materials and monitoring humidity levels, these methods will help you maintain a cozy environment all year round.

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shuttersmosman · 11 days ago

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Why Shutters in Mosman Are a Smart Choice for Homeowners

Shutters in Mosman have become an increasingly popular window treatment among homeowners who value style, functionality, and durability. Known for its coastal setting, historic homes, and scenic harbour views, Mosman is a suburb where residents often seek out premium finishes that complement both traditional and modern architecture. Whether you're looking to control natural light, enhance privacy, or add a touch of elegance to your interior, shutters offer a long-lasting solution that blends seamlessly with the local aesthetic.

What Makes Shutters a Preferred Window Treatment?

Interior shutters provide several advantages over other coverings:

Light Control and Privacy : Adjustable louvres allow for precise management of sunlight while maintaining discretion.

Thermal Insulation : The solid frame and slatted design help regulate indoor temperatures by reducing heat gain and loss.

Durability and Longevity : Unlike fabric-based treatments, shutters are built to last and can withstand years of use without fading or warping.

Low Maintenance Requirements : Wiping with a damp cloth or dusting regularly keeps them looking clean and well-maintained.

Aesthetic Appeal : Their classic appearance suits both heritage properties and contemporary builds, offering a timeless finish.

These benefits make them a practical and visually appealing option for Mosman homes.

What Types of Shutters Are Available?

Residents in Mosman have access to a variety of shutter styles suited to different window types and design preferences:

Full-Height Shutters : Cover the entire window, providing full coverage and uniformity across large openings.

Café-Style Shutters : Only cover the lower half, allowing natural light in while preserving privacy.

Tier-on-Tier Shutters : Feature separate panels that open independently, ideal for tall or multi-sectioned windows.

Trackless Designs : Provide a minimalist look by eliminating visible tracks or hardware on the floor.

Custom-Made Shutters : Tailored to fit unique window shapes, including arches, bay windows, and sliding doors.

Each type offers distinct visual and functional benefits depending on room layout and usage.

How Do Shutters Enhance Coastal Living?

Mosman’s proximity to the water means that weather conditions must be considered when choosing window treatments:

Salt Air Resistance : High-quality shutters made from marine-grade materials resist corrosion and degradation from sea breezes.

UV Protection : Unlike sheer curtains, shutters block excessive sunlight and prevent furniture and flooring from fading.

Moisture Management : In bathrooms and kitchens, moisture-resistant finishes ensure longevity even in humid environments.

Wind and Weather Resilience : Outdoor-rated shutters provide protection against strong coastal winds and occasional storms.

Improved Energy Efficiency : By acting as a barrier to extreme temperatures, shutters reduce reliance on artificial heating and cooling.

These features make shutters particularly well-suited to Mosman’s seaside climate.

What Materials Are Best for Shutters in Mosman?

Material choice affects both performance and visual appeal:

Plantation Shutters (Hardwood) : A popular choice for their warmth, grain detail, and ability to be stained or painted to match interiors.

Polyvinyl (PVC) Shutters : Water-resistant and durable, making them ideal for high-humidity areas like bathrooms and outdoor spaces.

Composite Shutters : Made from synthetic materials that mimic wood but resist warping and cracking due to changing weather conditions.

Bamboo and Natural Timber : Offers a sustainable and organic look, though requires more maintenance in exposed locations.

Aluminium and Steel Options : Less common in residential settings but sometimes used in commercial or industrial-style homes for a modern edge.

Each material has its own strengths based on location and intended use.

How to Choose the Right Shutter Supplier in Mosman

Finding a reputable provider ensures quality installation and lasting results:

Local Experience and Reputation : Look for companies familiar with Mosman’s architectural diversity and council guidelines.

Custom Design Capabilities : Ensure the supplier offers made-to-measure solutions for unusual window sizes and heritage homes.

Material Quality and Finish Options : Review available stains, paints, and protective coatings before committing to a final selection.

Installation Expertise : Professional fitting ensures smooth operation and longevity, especially important for larger or uneven windows.

Warranty and After-Sales Support : Reputable companies stand by their products with guarantees on workmanship and materials.

Selecting a knowledgeable supplier contributes to a successful outcome.

Final Thoughts

Shutters in Mosman combine beauty, durability, and practicality, making them a smart investment for those looking to improve their home’s aesthetics and energy efficiency. Whether installed in a Federation-style home near Balmoral Beach or a modern apartment with Sydney Harbour views, shutters provide a refined solution for managing light, privacy, and temperature. As more homeowners embrace sustainable, low-maintenance options, shutters continue to be a sought-after feature in this picturesque Sydney suburb.

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bathroom-renovation-mornington · 17 days ago

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Renovating in Mornington? Here's How to Maximise Value in Kitchens & Bathrooms

Renovating your home in Mornington can be one of the smartest investments you can make, especially when focusing on high-impact areas like the kitchen and bathroom. With the region's desirable coastal lifestyle, a thoughtful renovation not only enhances daily living but can significantly increase the value of your property. Whether you're preparing to sell or simply upgrading for personal enjoyment, here's how to ensure your kitchen and bathroom renovations deliver maximum return on investment.

1. Understand the Mornington Buyer

Mornington Peninsula buyers are often drawn to properties that reflect a relaxed, coastal aesthetic while offering modern functionality. From young families to retirees, buyers look for homes with light-filled, well-designed kitchens and bathrooms that offer both comfort and style.

Key Preferences:

Open-plan kitchen and living areas

Stylish yet low-maintenance finishes

Luxurious touches like freestanding baths or stone benchtops

Tip: Tailor your renovation to appeal to a broad audience while still showcasing unique coastal flair. Adding subtle nods to Mornington's maritime culture, such as nautical-inspired hardware or decorative elements, can offer extra charm.

2. Focus on Quality Materials

High-quality materials not only last longer but also add a sense of luxury and craftsmanship that buyers and residents alike will notice. In Mornington, natural textures and coastal-inspired finishes are particularly desirable.

Kitchen Must-Haves:

Stone or quartz benchtops

Soft-close cabinetry with custom joinery

Quality tapware in brushed nickel, matte black, or brushed brass

Bathroom Highlights:

Frameless glass showers

Wall-hung vanities with under-cabinet lighting

Large-format tiles for a seamless, spa-like feel

Bonus Tip: Consider adding feature elements, such as a waterfall benchtop or handmade splashback tiles, to introduce uniqueness and craftsmanship.

3. Enhance Natural Light and Flow

Homes in Mornington thrive on indoor-outdoor living. When renovating, maximise natural light and create a sense of openness. This is especially important in kitchens and bathrooms, which can often feel confined if poorly designed.

Tips to Try:

Install skylights or larger windows

Use light-reflecting surfaces (e.g., gloss tiles, white cabinetry)

Open up walls between the kitchen and living spaces

Bonus: Consider bi-fold or stacker doors from the kitchen to an alfresco area to merge indoor and outdoor entertaining zones. Not only does this enhance the space's livability, but it also contributes to the home's coastal charm.

Pro Tip: Glass louvres or operable windows offer great airflow while maintaining aesthetic appeal and privacy.

4. Add Functional Luxury

Mornington buyers appreciate features that blend comfort with utility. Incorporating modern, luxurious conveniences can elevate your renovation from standard to standout.

Kitchen Features That Sell:

Butler's pantry or walk-in pantry with power outlets

Integrated appliances for a seamless look

Smart storage solutions (e.g., drawer dividers, pull-out pantries)

Statement pendant lighting over islands

Bathroom Features That Impress:

Heated towel rails and underfloor heating

Double vanities in main bathrooms

Rain showerheads and freestanding tubs

Bluetooth speakers or smart mirrors

Luxury Tip: Small details, such as recessed niches in showers or LED mood lighting under vanities, add luxury and increase buyer appeal.

5. Opt for a Timeless Coastal Palette

Trends come and go, but classic coastal design endures in Mornington. Choose a palette and materials that reflect the area's natural beauty and won't date quickly.

Kitchen Colour Trends:

White and soft grey cabinetry

Warm timber or bamboo accents

Blue or seafoam tiled splashbacks for a subtle coastal nod

Natural stone-look finishes for benchtops and floors

Bathroom Colour Choices:

Neutral stone tones

White walls with organic textures

Matte black or brushed brass fittings for contrast

Styling Note: Coastal design doesn't mean over-the-top beachy. Subtle elements, such as woven textures, natural light, and soft linens, contribute to the overall atmosphere.

6. Prioritise Layout and Flow

The functionality of a space can impact your home's livability as much as its aesthetics. A poorly planned kitchen or bathroom can deter buyers—even if it looks beautiful.

Kitchen Layout Advice:

Use the working triangle (sink, cooktop, fridge) for efficiency

Include generous bench space and island seating

Avoid bottlenecks around entry points

Consider adding zones for prep, cooking, and entertaining

Bathroom Layout Tips:

Keep the toilet discreetly placed and ideally not directly visible from the hallway

Separate shower and tub where possible

Ensure enough storage without clutter (e.g., medicine cabinets, niche shelving)

Pro Planning: If space allows, consider a second sink in the kitchen or a powder room addition to improve convenience and flow.

7. Be Smart with Your Budget

Not all upgrades are created equal. Focus your renovation dollars on features that provide the greatest return. In Mornington, where property values are steadily increasing, targeted renovations can yield a substantial return.

High-ROI Kitchen Upgrades:

Cabinet refacing or full replacement

New splashbacks and benchtops

Energy-efficient appliances with a cohesive finish (stainless, matte, integrated)

Bathroom ROI Winners:

Updated vanities and tapware

Improved ventilation and lighting

Stylish but affordable tiling options like porcelain or ceramic

Budget Tip: Mix high and low—splurge on focal areas like benchtops and save on fixtures that can be easily upgraded later.

8. Don't Forget Energy Efficiency

Eco-conscious buyers in Mornington are increasingly factoring sustainability into their purchasing decisions. Kitchens and bathrooms are great places to implement energy-saving features.

Sustainable Upgrades:

LED lighting and dimmer switches

Water-saving taps and showerheads

Energy-efficient dishwashers and exhaust fans

Solar hot water systems

Extra Tip: Include double-glazed windows in bathrooms to reduce heat loss and condensation, which is particularly important during Mornington's cooler months.

Sustainability Bonus: Using recycled materials, like timber or composite stone, can appeal to environmentally minded buyers and reduce renovation costs.

9. Hire Local Experts

Local designers and builders are familiar with Mornington's style, climate, and council regulations. Their experience ensures that your renovation not only looks great but also stands the test of time.

Benefits of Hiring Local:

Familiarity with coastal design trends

Reliable local suppliers and trades

Knowledge of permit requirements

Pro Tip: Ask to see previous kitchen and bathroom projects to ensure their style aligns with your vision. Local professionals often have better access to unique materials and fixtures from regional suppliers, giving your renovation a bespoke edge.

10. Showcase Your Renovation Strategically

Once your renovation is complete, how you present it matters—especially if you're planning to sell. A beautifully styled kitchen or bathroom can be the highlight of a real estate listing.

Presentation Ideas:

Style your kitchen with fresh flowers, cookbooks, wooden boards, and neutral décor

Use soft lighting and candles in the bathroom for a spa-like feel

Highlight outdoor connections in photography and open homes

Hire a professional stylist if you're listing your property for sale

Marketing Advantage: A beautifully renovated kitchen and bathroom are often featured first in listings. Ensure yours stand out with professional photos and thoughtful staging.

Bonus Value: Include a renovation folder with warranties, design drawings, appliance manuals, and before-and-after photos. This demonstrates care and transparency to potential buyers.

11. Consider Future-Proofing

Think long-term when planning your renovation. Mornington homes are popular among retirees and families, so flexibility and accessibility can increase your property's marketability.

Future-Proof Features:

Wide entryways and non-slip flooring

Walk-in showers with built-in seating

Lever-style taps and easy-to-reach storage

Touchless tapware and motion sensor lighting

Tech Integration: Smart home additions, such as voice-controlled lighting, Wi-Fi-enabled ovens, or automatic blinds, enhance convenience and appeal to tech-savvy buyers.

Final Thoughts

Renovating your kitchen and bathroom in Mornington is more than just a home improvement project—it's an investment in lifestyle and value. By combining smart design, timeless style, and functional upgrades, you can create spaces that not only enhance your daily life but also appeal to future buyers.

From open-plan kitchen layouts to spa-inspired bathroom retreats, there are numerous opportunities to add value through renovation. Keep the region's coastal charm in mind, invest in quality finishes, and always prioritise function and flow.

With the right approach, your Mornington renovation can truly cook up comfort, charm, and capital growth.

Next Steps: Consult with local designers or renovation specialists who are familiar with the nuances of the Mornington market. Their expertise can help translate your ideas into spaces that feel fresh, functional, and full of character.

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