-Laff POV-

I hear a groan from beside me, the covers shifting slightly. I glance at Herc as he covers his eyes, the sun shining through the window and onto his face. I wrap my arms around him, smiling as he scoots closer.

"Good morning, mon amour."

"Mornin' Laff."

Squeeze him softly, receive more of a grunt than anything in return as he tries to bat my arms away from his torso. He's so cute when he's tired. Laying my head on his shoulder, I give him a peck on the cheek. He turns to face me, kissing me on the nose.

 We know it's our last day together, tomorrow I will head back to France for a month. 

With work I find myself with Herc less and less, he seems to always be getting orders in, working later and later. Today is our day though, and I won't let anything stop it.

I hop out of bed, excited to start our date. Flipping through my closet, I decide on a burgundy hoodie and skinny jeans. Make my crotch look good and my ass even better, shows off the figure that got me this modeling career.

With that, I glance over to check on Herc.

Who's lazy ass is still in bed. 

Nuh-uh, he's not falling back asleep, not on my watch. With that in mind, I jump on our bed and crawl on top of my boyfriend. Shake him less-than-gently and whack his face with a pillow.

"Time to go!"

"5 more minutes Laff. Please. I'm begging you, let me be. Make me a happy boyfriend who is well rested."

"S'il vous plaît?"

"Stop trying to win me over in with your fancy French. 'M fucking COMFY on this bitch." 

"Fine then. Be that way." 

Even though it's petty I let out a little huff and turn as if to walk away. Then I turn back around and roll him off the bed and onto the floor.

Peep over the bed, an innocent smile on my face. 

"You ready to get up now, or do I need to jump on you again? Because I will do it. Over and over until you listen to me like an attentive, caring boyfriend."

 I hear Herc cursing under his breath as he finally gives in and pulls himself up to his feet. 

Now that he's functional I'm satisfied, and I walk over to our dresser and start on my eyeliner. I feel a bonk on my head, and glance down to see a pair of socks at my feet. 

"Toi petit-" 

I turn around to see Herc, giving me the same innocent look I gave him earlier. Fucking bitch-

"You messed up my wing tip!"

 I scowl at him as he laughs, and I wipe at the streak across my face to little avail.

By the time I fix my wings, Herc is dressed and ready to go. 

Fucking finally.

 He's wearing a tie-die shirt and a pair of pants that he made himself. He ties his signature bandanna around his head, todays is a rainbow that matches his shirt. And finally Herc grabs a hairbrush and sits on the bed, whining softly as I nestle myself into his lap. 

"You're too tall Laff, I can't reach."

 I smirk at him before scooting onto the floor, feeling his fingers run through my hair. He pulls it back into a bun, and begins booping my curls like they're a fucking pom-pom. The audacity of this man-

"We talked about this!"

"Come on, it's the last time I get to play with your floof for a month. Please can I have a moment?" 

Herc leans over my head, leaning in close. I am met with his upside down face as he bats his eyelashes. 

"S'il vous plait?"

"The things I do for you, mon amour. 5 minutes, then that's it!" 

I hear him giggle, and I grab my earrings from the bedside table. I go with my gold hoops, and slide them in, two in my cartilage and a sliver gem in my lobe, repeating it on the other side. 

Nothing to do but sit as I continue to be bopped, watching the clock. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, it's 7:02 and I'm free to go. Springing to my feet, I hear Hercules whine once again from behind me.

"Do you want breakfast or not?" 

That's all it takes, Hercules is constantly hungry and couldn't make a box cake mix to save his life. I head to the kitchen, with all the other pans. boyfriend close behind. 

Taking out bowls and ingredients, I begin to mix, whisk and flip until I have a stack of apple and maple pancakes sitting in front of me. I sprinkle some powdered sugar on top, as the piece de resistance. 

Herc has set the table and is waiting eagerly, I know these are his favorite. The closest he will eat for the next while is toaster waffles, and I want today to be perfect. 

I just want everything to be perfect for him.

We're zooming down the highway, and I feel Herc tighten his grip around my waist as I make my motorcycle go faster. 

I love the feeling of the wind in my face, the amount of speed I can gain in seconds. The vehicle is a lot smaller, and it's easier to skirt around other cars than my truck. That hasn't gone too well, I always forget to account for the bed. 

No one has been seriously injured though. 

Yet.

The fact that Hercules is terrified of my driving and hugs me tightly, pressing his body against mine, is a nice touch too.

We pull into the parking lot, and I pull into a stall. I wait a minute until I finally feel the grip around my waist loosen before I hop off and remove my helmet. 

"How did you talk me into this again?"

"I believe it had something to do with pancakes." 

I sling my arm around Herc's shoulders, and smile as his arm wraps around my waist. I glance around, this is the same carnival were we had our first 'official' date.

 I look over at Hercules now, the same goofy smile as the day I met him. 

We make our way around the park, sharing snacks and holding hands. I pick up an ice cream cone for each of us, playfully booping Herc so that it sticks to his nose. He wipes it off, and I run away before he can get me back. 

We weave in and out of people, giggling all the way. I take a sharp right when I think I've lost him, and smile to myself when I see Herc race past my hiding spot. Try and stay undetected as I creep behind him as he tries to spot me in the crowd,  jumping onto his back. 

Lasts about one glorious second before I feel myself tipping forward with Herc underneath me. 

Maybe I should have warned him first.

 People stare at us, and I see someone motion to security. The man on patrol leads me to the wall, and begins to ask me all sorts of questions. That's when I realize how it looked to the public.

A tall man sneaks up on his target, before tackling him and potentially trying to rob him. Haha- shit.

I look at  Hercules, hoping he'll come explain everything but he just stares at me with a smile. I consider plan B, but I don't think pretending I don't know English will prevent my arrest. 

"Please, sir, I can explain." 

The guard gives a chuckle, looking me up and down.

"Never heard that before." 

I panic, unsure of how serious he's being.

"You see, it's all a big misunderstanding! That's my boyfriend, and I-" 

I'm cut off as the officer calls Herc over.

"This man says he's your boyfriend, is that true?" 

Hercules gives me a playful smile, and I pray he doesn't do something stupid. Wouldn't put it past him.

"Yeah officer, I'm afraid so. This impulsive hot mess belongs to me." 

"Hey! Be nice you-"

"Not letting you get arrested is nice honey. I'll say what I want in the process."

The police man lets me leave, and I keep my head down as we walk away. I haven't had good luck with the police before, and I'm still a little shaken up. We make our way down the path and I pull us into the line for the log ride.

I feel Hercules bonk into me with his hips, and I bodycheck him right back. As we move forward in line, I wrap my arm around Herc's waist, and let out a small sigh as I feel him lean into me. 

Soon enough we are strapped in, chugging upwards. I watch Hercules tighten his grip as we get closer to the top, and I place my hand over his. We drop, and I squeal in joy as Herc screams in terror. 

Cue panicked panting from beside me.

"You good?"

"Holy shit, that was terrifying. I'm never doing that again. Never, not ever, not in my fucking life." 

I laugh as we turn the corner and Hercules looks up. 

"There's ANOTHER one?!?" 

I squeeze closer to my boyfriend,  grabbing him, trying to make him feel safe. I hate seeing him genuinely scared. He grabs me, his fingernails digging into my skin. Hurts but I don't complain, I did the same to him when I got my ears pierced at Claire's.

His breathing becomes faster, the closer we get to the top. And his grip tighter.

"It's okay, mon amour." 

I steer his eyes away from the drop. Force him to look at me and boop him softly, only satisfied when I get a small smile in return.

 "Trust me baby. I promise I will never let anything hurt you, 'kay?"

Hercules nods, and then let's out another shriek as we are falling once again.

I hold his hand as we exit the ride. Our arms swing together as he slowly loosens his nails from the back of my hand, leaving tiny crescents indented everywhere from my wrists to my forearms.

"So... I'm assuming that's a no on the tilt-a-whirl?"

"No shit you French fuck."

We spend hours there. Looking, remembering, making out where kids can't see, playing games and goofing off. Spend a great day out that ends like a romance novel, out on a ferris wheel with stars above and water below.

I look out across the lake, the view from up here is amazing. Then I look to Herc beside me, who scoots closer, which is an even better view.

Shit I should say that out loud-

"Isn't the view great from up here?"

"Yeah, it's pretty beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, mon fleur." 

I watch Herc's face break out into a smile, always a suck for cheesy romance. He rests his head on my shoulder, and I wish we could just stay here forever.

"I love you."

"I love you too." 

I turn to face Herc, gently grabbing his face and leaning in. He meets me halfway, wrapping his arms around my neck. His lips feel so soft against mine, it feels so right.

Soon, we are on the ground again, exiting the park. I slow down on the ride home, I don't want to stress Herc out more. I fall asleep that night holding onto Herc anyway I can, trying to remember how every inch of him feels beneath my finger tips.

Morning comes too quickly, and I find myself sneaking one last kiss before I am left alone at the airport, waiting to go back to France.