You & I (Sequel to What A Feeling)

“Isn’t this the most beautiful view you’ve ever seen?” Becca asks from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Niall pulls her into his arms, looking into her eyes. “The view in front of me right now, is far more beautiful.”
She grins. “That was so cheesy, Horan. I can’t believe I’m going to say this...but I love it.”
He laughs. “You know you love my romantic side.”
“I never used to care for that stuff, but you’ve changed me. I love everything you do.”
Niall smirks. “Everything?” He asks in a deep, raspy tone.
Becca raises her eyebrows. “Yes...everything.”
He leans down, whispering in her ear, “What about what I did this morning? Did you love that?”
She bites her lip. “Mmm, I especially loved that.”
Niall grins proudly. “I thought you might.” A naughty sparkle twinkles in his blue eyes. “I plan on doing that to you again when we get back to the hotel.”
The combination of the memory of this morning mixed with the sexy tone in which NIall is speaking, causes a heat to begin down low in her. “How about we head back now?”
Niall cackles in the adorable way only he can. “B, we just got here.”
She flashes him big, sweet, doe eyes, “Please.”
He grins, shaking his head. “Nope, I’m showing my bride Paris.”
She frowns. “You, Niall James Horan, are a horrible tease.”
He wraps his arm low around her waist, leaning in and kissing her neck. “I’ll make it up to you later, Darling...I promise.”
“Damn.” She mutters, feeling extremely frustrated. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Irish.”
Niall gives her his cheesiest grin. “I know.” He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, looking out at Paris.
“I bet on the day we met, you never could have imagined someday standing on the Eiffel Tower with me on our honeymoon.” Becca grins.
“Actually, I knew the first moment I saw you that I’d marry you.”
The seriousness of his voice causes Becca to turn to face him. “Really?”
“Absolutely, B.”
She can feel a sparkle of tears in her eyes. “Damn it, Horan, that’s so sweet. You’re gonna turn me into a sappy mess.”
He laughs. “I can’t help it, B, I just love you so damn much.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she places a sweet kiss on his soft lips. “I love you even more, Irish.”

Their next stop is Musée Rodin. Niall takes Becca’s hand as they step out into the sculpture garden. She squeezes his hand, holding his bicep with her other hand as they walk through the garden of beautiful flowers and incredible sculptures. “It’s so serene, so peaceful here.”
Niall kisses the top of her head. They stop in front of a famous sculpture entitled, The Kiss.
“It’s beautiful.” Becca says, admiring the large sculpture. “In college, I saw a smaller version at a museum, but this full size is incredible.”
“You can practically feel the passion between them.” Niall says.
“They got nothing on us, Horan.” Becca winks.
They continue to stroll through the garden, admiring all of the incredible works of art.
“I think this one is my favorite.” Niall says.
“The Thinker?”
“Yeah. It was originally named The Poet.”
Becca grins. “Is it your favorite because you are a poet?”
Niall blushes. “I’m not a poet.”
“Yes, you are.” Becca insists, “Niall, the beautiful lyrics you write are absolutely poetry.”
“Thank you, Darling.” He leans down, kissing her cheek.
They work their way through the garden, back to the main museum. “How about we go back into town and get something to eat?” Niall asks.
“I’ll just be one second, I’m going to take a quick look in the gift shop.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No, Irish, I’ll just be a moment.”
Inside the gift shop, she immediately finds what she’s looking for. She pays for it and asks to have it delivered to their hotel.
“Is this for you or a gift?” The clerk asks.
Becca smiles. “It’s a gift for my husband.” Her heart skips a beat, still not used to calling him that.
Outside, she finds Niall right where she’d left him. “You didn’t find anything?” He asks.
She shrugs. “Let’s eat.”

After eating dinner at a classic french restaurant, they stroll the streets of Paris. Niall pauses in front of a bakery, admiring all of the french pastries in the window.
“Let’s get something to take back to the hotel.” Becca says.
Niall grins, sprinting into the shop like an excited toddler. He chooses some eclair au chocolat.
Becca asks the baker, “Why do the eclairs back home have custard inside but these have chocolate?”
“Real french eclairs have chocolate inside, not vanilla custard.” He replies.
“I see, well they look amazing. Thank you.”
Back out on the sidewalk, Niall asks, “Ready to go back to the hotel? I believe I owe you something special.” He smirks as her eyes light up.

The first thing Niall sees when they enter their hotel room is a large box on the table. “What’s this?”
Becca grins. “It’s a present for you, Irish.”
“When on earth did you have time to buy me a present?”
“Open it.”
Niall opens the box, working his way through all of the packing material. He pulls out his gift, setting them on the table. They are bookends of The Thinker sculpture. “B, I love them. They’ll look great at the house. Thank you, Darling.” He leans down to give her a kiss.
“You’re welcome, Niall. Everytime you look at these, I want you to be reminded that you are truly a poet.”
“How about we take our dessert to the bedroom and I thank you for this incredible gift?”
She picks up the pastry box. “Let’s go.”

As they enter the bedroom, Becca is behind Niall and she hears him say, “More rose petals.” She looks past him, seeing the rose petals on the bed and laughs. She takes a glass and collects all of the petals from the bed. “Feel better now?” She teases him.
He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “Yes, now I don’t have to worry about where they’ll end up.”
She closes her eyes slowly as his lips are on her neck then trailing down to her chest. Leading her to the side of the bed, Niall begins to undress her. When he’s finished he directs her to lay on the bed. She watches as he undresses himself and grabs an eclair from the box.
“I thought we were having a different kind of dessert?”
He smirks. “We are, the best of both worlds.” Climbing into the bed, he offers her a bite. She bites the end off of the eclair. Niall then sticks his long finger inside of it, pulling out a large amount of chocolate filling. With a mischievous smile, he dots some onto her neck then making a trail down to her chest. She gasps as he licks the rich chocolate from her neck.
Niall listens to her breath catch as his tongue then moves over her more sensitive areas with an urgency. When he pauses, Becca watches as he reaches for the pastry, taking an aggressive bite out of it. “Damn, Irish.” She whispers.
Niall smirks as he takes a finger full of chocolate and rubs it against her lips. Her lips part, licking his finger before taking it into her mouth, sucking the chocolate off. Niall moans and Becca pulls his neck down until their lips meet.
Niall then takes the pastry with him as he moves further down her body. He runs a finger full of chocolate up her inner thigh. Her body trembles in anticipation of what’s coming. Niall works his way slowly up her thigh, licking and nibbling at the chocolate. When he reaches his intended target, she grabs onto his hair, moaning out his name. When he takes her over the edge in spectacular fashion she screams out so loudly that she swears all of Paris must have heard her.
Niall lays beside her, a proud grin on his face.
Becca touches his cheek as she tries to regulate her breathing. “Wow, Horan.”
He smirks. “You enjoyed that, did ya?”
“Mmm, yes. I’ll never look at eclairs the same way.”
Niall laughs. “Me either, Darling.”
Becca sits up, reaching across Niall for another pastry. Holding it up, she wiggles her brows. “It’s your turn, Irish.”

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