Aventure Amoureuse | By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+. |
Your arrival at the airport was more promt than you were expecting. You had plenty of time to make it to your gate, check in your luggage, and find your seat. A pretty flight attendant stood in the front of the plane explaining how the seatbelts worked, location of emergency exits, and what those little yellow maks above your seat were for. You could hear her, but your thoughts drowned out her words. Your thoughts shifted between your vacation and the cute cabbie that brought you here. "I wonder what Smokey looks like naked?" you think to yourself grinning slightly and biting your lower lip. You shake your head clearing out your fantasies about the young stoner and try to focus on your trip. You're going to need to find a map when you land so you can find your hotel. It's not like you know your way around Paris or can read their street signs. You assure yourself that you'll have a good time over there. After all, France is the same country that gave us croissants and Andre the Giant so it can't be too bad, right? Over the intercom, the pilot does his token announcements as the plane begins to take off. The cabin pressure makes your ears pop and your head feel swollen. You open and close your jaw relieving some of the pressure. You recline back in your seat and plug in your headphones to watch the inflight movie. Apparently someone at this airline has a twisted sense of humor because the movie was an old film called "Fearless" starring Jeff Bridges. You can't help but chuckle morbidly at the irony of the situation. "Is this a movie or an instructional video on what to do if the plane goes down?" you wonder to yourself sarcastically.
The plane ride was fairly uneventful after the movie ended. You struck up a conversation with an obese Jewish man in the seat next to you and made polite small talk. He told you a few jokes and gave you a stick of gum to relieve the cabin pressure. There were children running around a few rows ahead of you pelting each other with small Nerf guns and giggling. Across the isle was an older woman clicking knitting needles around a spool of colored yarn. In front of you a greasy-looking man bickered about the stock market over his cellphone. You still felt a little hazy from the cab ride earlier and decided to nap in your seat until the plane landed.
You're awakened by the captain's voice over the intercom telling the passengers that the plane has arrived at it's destination. Your ears are still popping from the cabin pressure making you feel slightly disoriented. You can't wait to get off the plane and light up a cigarette. It's been hours since you last had one. You politely wait for the passengers in the rows in front of you to exit the plane first as you blend into the crowd. A flight attendant stands outside the plane terminal saying a French phrase to each passenger that walks past her. You're not entirely sure, but it sounds like she's saying "Welcome to France" in her native language. "We." you clumsily reply with a polite grin. She holds back a chuckle and nods at you as you walk into the airport. A slender Frenchman dressed in a stereotypical butler suit stands directly across from your gate holding up a sign with your name on it. "Hello, sir. I believe you're looking for me?" you say pointing to your name on his sign. "Ah, yes! Bonjour. You must be the contest winner." he says in a thick French accent wiggling his upturned nose making his pencil-thin moustache twitch. "My name is Jean and I'll be escorting you to Le Grand Paris. Allow me to carry your baggage to the car." Jean seemed like the type of guy that's obedient but secretly hates his job. He had an heir of annoyance about him. You wondered what kind of snobby people he must work for to have that sort of attitude. "You know Jean, you don't have to behave so properly around me. You can relax and be yourself. I'm a beer and cheeseburger type of person, and you don't need to put on heirs around me." Jean looks at you suspiciously as if you were testing him or about to rat him out to his boss. "Duly noted." he replied in the same snobbish tone. "Obviously, this car ride won't be nearly as fun as the one getting here." you think to yourself as Jean loads your bags into the trunk of a white and gold limousine and holds the rear door open for you. "Thanks, Jean. You really don't need to treat me like royalty. I promise I won't tell your boss or anything." Again Jean looks at you with suspicion almost as if he were being watched. His eyes dart around as if waiting to be reprimanded by his superior. He obviously heard you clearly, but nods politely instead of responding. You shrug as you enter the limousine feeling like you did all you could to get Jean out of his shell but to no avail. You help yourself to a drink from the limo's minibar and travel to the hotel in deafening silence.
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