*Carrie POV *
As I open the door of my room i remain breathless.
It's amazing.
In front of me the most amazing view ever.
A big wall of windows shows me the whole city.
I get closer.
Now I understand why they call Paris, La ville lumiere...
It's dark outside but there're still a thousand of little lights glowing.
And there's her.
I can't say a thing in front of the Eiffel tower.
Now that it really seems so close, so perfect.
I have to thank George for have choosing this hotel..
I let my bags on the floor.
I'm too tired to unpack.
I'll think about it tomorrow.
Now I just want to enjoy this view.
I'm not sleepy.
I can't be.
I slept on Harrison's shoulder during the whole ride...
He really likes making me angry, huh...
What does he think?
That he can kiss me, tell me those things and then flirt with the first girl he sees? In live TV!?
Oh no no...
And what about that story of the Space boyfriend?
I thought I did a cute thing...and he has just turned it against me.
Well nobody knows that I was the girl he was talking about...but I know it.
And it's all that matters.
Oh if he was here I could tell him so terrible things...
I hear someone knocking at my door.
I turn around.
Who could be at this time?
Probably I forgot something at the reception or they are taking me the remote control for the TV or something.
I walk to the door.
I actually hope it's something for the heating systems...Because I'm actually freezing in there...
I open the door holding in my sweater.
Him.
"Ehy..."
Harrison.
I can't say a thing.
Why is he here?
"What are you doing here?" I ask then retreating.
He sighs getting closer.
He looks at me.
From my eyes to my body.
He's taller than me and the light that comes from the window behind me lights up his face.
His eyes.
That beautiful color that now seems almost green.
"Carrie..." he says "...I can't deal anymore with this...I can't see you smiling, talking, laughing, breathing and...know that I can't...have you. I want you. I want you and you know it. I can't stop thinking about you. It kills me knowing that another man had you so easily and...And I can't.
I can't just because of this damn work.
I can't even if you know...what we did...what we were up to, at the studios, in your shower..."
I know.
I know...
But it's all gonna be just a great mess.
"And now..." he continues "...now that you are here...in this beautiful moonlight, in this beautiful city...I feel like you're the most perfect creature existing in the world and you're here. Looking at me with your eyes wide open and your lips...
Oh I feel like I can break all the rules tonight...
And you'll probably hate me but...
I need you..."
I look at him.
He needs me.
He needs me...
Then why he made me being so mad.
I still hate him...
I hate...
I take his collar clenching my teeth.
A part of me wants to slap him.
But the other part...wants just him.
No matter how.
"Carr-"
I kiss him.
Angry.
Hungry.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of just wandering.
He takes my hips heightening the kiss.
I feel his tongue in my mouth.
His hands run up my back holding onto my clothes.
I walk back taking him with me.
He takes my thighs taking me in his arms.
His mouth lets mine to breathe as he takes away my jumper.
My hands unbutton his shirt.
Like that day in the shower.
But now I'm not gonna stop.
I let it falls on the floor.
He takes me back to the floor.
I don't do anything.
He neither.
We just stare at each other.
The city lights at our right.
The darkness of the room at our left.
My bed behind him.
Our eyes meet.
He passes a hand through my hair taking them behind my shoulder.
His hand touches my neck.
Gently.
It goes down to my arm.
Slowly.
Takes my hand.
He walks back and I follow him until we both arrive at my bed.
He sits on the edge pulling me onto his lap.
Fast.
My lips touch his but we don't kiss.
His arms wrapped around me.
He breath.
He breath me.
I smell his scent.
Sweet.
It's an expensive perfume mixed with smoke.
That smoke smell.
I can't help but kiss him.
Fast.
Now it's me that desperately need him.
He lies down the bed with me above him.
He unhooks my bra and I kiss him while he takes away the rest.
Here.
Naked.
In each other's arms.
I feel his lips kiss every inch of me while something explode in my stomach.
Oh...
It reminds me of how uncomfortable it felf with Peter and...of how perfect it seems here with him.
I open my eyes.
I see him.
His eyes closed.
His mouth open as he takes me under him.
He open his eyes.
He slowly kiss me and i feel it.
Inside.
Again.
And again.
I clench my teeth as he holds my wrists.
It's a whole new thing with him.
It's like a second firts time.
It's like I've finally been feed.
It's like love.
It is love.
-
The warmth between us made me forget about the heating system.
Right now I could define him as my favourite pillow.
His right hand slowly touches my back as his left one takes my thigh over him.
I'm lying onto his chest.
My body fully attached to his.
His eyes closed.
But he's not sleeping.
His hand is still moving on my skin.
I look at him.
Perfect.
I now see how every curve and every edge of this man seems perfect to me.
From his nose, to his lips, to his strong arms.
I find everything...perfect.
Perfect.
He slowly open his eyes and he looks at me smiling.
I smile back and I pose my head again on his shoulder.
His hand pass from my back to my hair.
Oh I love when they do this...
"You still have to tell me about Smoothie..." he suddenly says.
I laugh.
He hasn't forgotten.
"It's nothing special..." I say.
"Well..now I have time to hear..." he wisper.
His hand let my thigh to take my hand that was on his chest.
"Promise me you'll not laugh!" I say.
"I promise!" he answers posing his right hand on his heart.
"When I was little, like...six years old...I went with my sister and my dad to an ice-cream shop.
I love strawberries, I always loved them..and I was a child...and being quick...I stole the strawberry smoothie another girl was eating and I drank it...the only problem was that I was intolerant to strawberries and...just say...that I spend a lovely afternoon with my dear friend toilet...and from there my sister has always called me Smoothie..."
He start laughing hard as I finish the story.
I slap him on the chest.
"Come one! You said you wouldn'thave laughed!"
"Sorry but...I can't believe you did that!" he exclaims still in laughs.
I start laughing too.
"What a little thief!" he says.
I smile slapping him again.
I shouldn't have told him.
He takes my wrist stopping my hand.
He stops laughing and he kiss my lips.
His arm around my back takes me closer.
I'm crushed to his body.
"What time is it?" he asks slowly leaving my mouth.
"Mh...half past midnight..." I say looking at the clock onto the wall.
"Mh...we tooke it long..." he starts mischevious as his hand runs down my leg under the sheets "...we have time for another ride!"
He turns my body getting above me.
"What?" I ask but I can't help but laugh. He laughs too starting kissing me.
I love him.
I love everything he does to me.
He controls me.
My emotions.
My feelings.
He could murder me if he wants and I'll let him do it.
I know this would be the hardest story of my life but...for him it'll be worth it.

*Harrison POV *
I haven't slept at all.
Having her in my arms is the most pleasing thing that ever happened to me.
And I'm afraid that it could end at any moment.
So I'm not gonna loose a second of her.
Of us.
She fell asleep with the touch of my hand on her back.
She's laying next to me face-down.
I'm on my side.
I could say I've counted every edge of her skin.
Her naked body has an unexpected effect on me.
Just thinking that I've touched it more than once tonight makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Bu I still know that because of the same reason, I am the unluckiest.
She's my co star.
We work together.
They would never let us love each other freely.
And what about the press?
They wouldn't give us peace.
And there's still that Peter...
Who knows if he has already planned to tell anyone about his story with Carrie...
I hope he hasn't...
Still. If he hasn't proofs no one will give too much about him.
Stop thinking about these things Harrison.
Enjoy your moment.
She is my moment.
I check the time.
It's 4:30.
My breakfast should arrive in my room at 9:00.
I hope it won't arrive sooner.
Because I'm not letting her until then.
I remember that George rent us a car.
I hope it's cool.
Even if nothing could replace my loved Chevy.
We could do something when se gets up...maybe hang out somewhere.
I know that she loves Paris and I don't think I'll have many opportunities to be here again with her, alone.
I get up and I wear my underwear.
I walk to the glass door.
It's like my room; just a little bit lower.
I stand in front of the view just staring.
It's beautiful.
I've never been that kind of guy who get surprised by this things.
I've always been like a material person.
But Paris...oh it's true when they say that this city is magical.
It changes people.
It has made me breathless just watching her city lights.
No one has ever made me breathless.
Well...except her...
Carrie.
I smile thinking that finally she's mine.
I hated knowing that she slept with that man and...that just because we could be fired, I couldn't have her.
Tonight was more than just the best sex I've ever had.
It was so much more.
I felt something burning my heart, in my stomach.
Something that made me blind.
It felt like a drug.
Like every kiss, every touch, every fleeting look send me to that unattainable haven.
I look back at the Eiffel tower.
What should I do?
She's the only one who made me feel good in years.
But am I ready to give up the rest?
To give up what used to be my life.
I'm Harrison Ford.
The slightly famous actor who's been with the most women in Los Angeles.
The man who changed girls like clothes. The man Hollywood women fell in love with.
But I'm also Harrison Ford.
The guy who's standing in front of a whole city asking for divine help.
The same guy who's feeling like an high school crush.
Who's freaking out for a woman.
A woman that has made him dreaming for hell while sending him to haven.
"Overthinking?"
I wince.
I feel a soft hand on my shoulder.
Carrie's standing behind me, at my right.
"Just...staring..." I answer shaking my head.
I feel her hands touching my skin as they pass under my arms and hold on my chest.
She lean onto my shoulder.
Her breast on my back.
Actually her whole body is on mine.
She's wearing panties.
Only panties.
Oh Carrie....you're not making it easier...
"Did I wake you up? " I aks.
She shakes her head.
"No...I just...needed to get up..." she answers.
Her lips touch my skin as she speaks.
My God.
"I was thinking...of going out on morning...maybe we can have a walk downtown..." I say.
"Oh yes!" she exclaims making our bodies closer "I really need new dresses...and here in Paris I'll buy in all the most famous boutiques! My sister will be so jealous!"
"Jeah...even if...you know...I like you better without clothes on..." I say turning around.
She laughs.
"Oh you do?" she asks running her hands on my back.
I love seeing her naked.
I kiss her and she does the same.
Behind me a new day is starting in Paris.
The sunlight makes disappear the thousands of lights of the night.
And with them their magic.
I still kiss her.
I kiss her taking her close to my chest.
Hearing her heartbeat.
Her skin is like silk under my hands.
I feel her nails through my hair.
I want to be pleased by her the most I can.
Now and here.
Far away from everything and everyone.
"You kiss me at the sunrise? Very romantic Mr Ford..." she wisper laughing when we separate.
"Exciting, I'd say..." I answer as my hands run deeper.
"Hey!" she laugh taking my hands away "You have to wait for your breakfast and I have to sleep...or the only thing I'll do today is a nap-party!"
"A nap-party?" I ask.
What the hell is a Nap-Party?
She nods.
"Good morning, Mr Ford..." she wisper kissing my cheek as the sun goes higher in the sky.
She turns around going back to her bed.
I she her walking.
Perfect.
She's perfect in every move.
I take my clothes and I walk ot the door.
The breakfast?
But I'm not hungry.
Actually I am...but not of food.
I want to lay again next to her until she wakes up.
But the breakfast...
Oh fuck the breakfast!
I turn around not leaving the room.
I don't need coffe of sweets.
I've got my sweet candy right here.
And here, she, is all I want.