sweet dreams are made of these

[warren johannes adler]

Ren frowned out the window of the sleek black car that had picked them up at the airport, an expression that could only be found when rain had begun to fall on someone's vacation. Literally.

The forecast had read all clear for the nest two weeks and as soon as the wheels on the plane had touched down on the tarmac, it had begun to pour. It hadn't stopped the entire time they'd gotten their luggage or been shuttled into a car to avoid the paparazzi that was waiting for a glimpse of the new Donald and Ivana. In fact, it had probably gotten worse. And to put him in an even better mood, the driver was playing some kind of trance music. His favorite. Rolling his eyes lightly, he snaked his arm around Amelie and pulled her closer, thankful at least one of the things about this trip was right – she was there too. Pressing a kiss into her hair, he smoothed a bit back that had been ruffled by his affections and smiled. “Well, at least the hotel will be nice.” he stated, chuckling lightly. Of course the hotel would be nice – he'd made sure that it was the best resort in all of Rome, complete with a rooftop pool. If they would be honeymooning there later, he wanted to make sure it was the best of the best – this was sort of like a preview to what they would be experiencing, but when it was after the wedding, doubtlessly it would be a longer stay and a hell of a lot more sex would be involved. After all, she wasn't allowed to get pregnant until then.. so they kind of had to hold off for the most part. A gentle smile filtered over his features as they drove through the streets of Rome and landmarks he'd never seen before popped up here and again.

But everyone was right – the romans were terrible drivers. Tucking Amelie a little bit closer, he pulled his phone out of his pocket with the other hand and held down the off button until the screen turned black. There was no reason for outside communication when all he needed was his fiancee and a bed... smirking, he leaned forward a little bit and knocked on the glass divider, signaling for the driver to roll it down for a moment. “How much longer?” he questioned in flawless Italian, pleased when the man returned with a 'we're out front'. You would never be able to tell it was a five star resort, but he'd heard wonderful things about this place – since it was so small, the staff were well pleased to do whatever you asked and treated you like royalty... the Hilton's had stayed there the previous week.

Stepping out of the car, he extended his hand for Amelie to take and helped her out as well, wrapping one arm protectively around her waist as he looked up to the building in front of them. It was beautiful, really – balconies on every level and a flowers surrounded each railing. Small carved images transformed the walls into a story book and a slight smirk rose as he realized it could only be better inside. The man who was driving hurried around the back, unloading their baggage and settling it down on the curb, where another member of the staff promptly picked it up and sent it up to their room. Apparently when you were able to be recognized by face, they treated you differently.. a small perk of working for Adler Corp. “I'm so excited.. what do you want to do first?” he questioned, offering a small peck on the lips as he watched his things be carted off to his room.

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[amelie isabelle deveraux]

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She was so happy that she wanted to scream or dance randomly. Looking past him out of the window, the rain made the city look a little more romantic, a little more out of this world, and a little bit more perfect. Of course, the rain wasn't ideal, but she saw the beauty in it. It didn't rain as much as she wanted in New York, but lately she had been feeling so down and out, with traveling from nyc, to london, back to nyc, to france...she was starting to feel sick. She needed this more than ren could possibly know. Plus a little pre-wedding bliss would be fun.

Warren smelled good, like a forest, all dark and musty, and manly. Snuggling closer into him, she kissed his neck and watched as she turned off his phone. "Really, no phone, the whole time? Just you and me, the bed, the pool, and room service? That is too good to be true." She was being honest. She wanted just to be with him. She knew him so well as a friend, but as a lover it was completely different, and as a husband it would be even more different.

She watched as they pulled up to a stone building, watching ren talk and then get out of the car. Her gloved hand grabbed onto his, and she looked up at the building, her breath momentarily taken away. She could care less about what was going on with her luggage, she wanted to get up to that room, and kiss ren wildly. Unfortunetly she couldn't in public, who knew who was watching, but once inside they would be safe. She looked up to him, kissing him back, softly, and followed him inside, the green clad bellman having opened the door, greeting them by name. Looking up to the ceiling at first, her breath was taken away. Letting out an involuntary giggle, she clapped her hands and beamed at Ren. "Oh babe, i'm so excited. I don't know what to do, or go....it's gorgeous." She warapped her arms around his neck. Closing her eyes, she again took in his scent.[/ul]

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[warren johannes adler]

The boy nodded thoughtfully at her words, blonde hair bouncing up and down with the movement. He was so enticed with her, really – she was so adult and perfect in ever little way. She balanced him out so well that it was like they would be the power couple of the world – her the fashion world and him corporate. A smile warmed his features as he looked down at her, his Amelie, right at his side where she belonged. Why he hadn't realized they should be more then friends before evaded him entirely. The romantic part of them was so much better then the friendship part – he loved bringing her flowers or when she cooked for him – that was probably the best part of it all, the soup. Even if she couldn't make anything else, it didn't matter – he'd live on soup if it would keep her around. Amelie had always been his best friend, and it had never been more then that, but lately it seemed like he'd been blind for all of his life, and he had to wonder if she'd been the same way, or the whole time she'd liked him. Regardless, it didn't matter, because they were getting married now, and things would work out. Something, despite his will to make it work, hadn't clicked with him and Charlie.. he loved her, but it was entirely in a friend was because at that time, he'd been head over heels for Cecily. It had taken a hell of a lot of drinks and a lot of convincing, but the second his sobriety prevailed, he'd realized what a great person had been there to pull him out of the fog, and he'd fell for his savior. It was a common occurrence, and honestly he really was surprised that Ames hadn't caught his attention before. He felt ashamed of it, in fact..

Smirking lightly as they entered into the lobby, he noted with satisfaction that bustle of the workers around them was pleasing – they didn't seem to stop off here or there and do something else as they so often did at resorts. The soon to be Mr. And Mrs. Adler were treated as if they were the sole inhabitants of the planet, and the rest ants that bowed to their command. Ren tipped his head graciously at the doorman, a smirk playing his features as one of the females made eyes at him, his arm wrapping tighter around Amelie's waist as if to say Too late. Well, they shouldn't have even thought of something like that – surely word had spread he was here with his fiancee, that generally meant he couldn't see anyone and didn't want to, for that matter. Removing his sunglasses, he smiled affectionately at her as she allowed her excitement to show, eyebrows raised in an expression of pure joy. “Well, we could go back to the room and I could carry you bridal style across the threshold,” he mused, fingers pushing up gently against the edges of her shirt and sliding underneath to brush the skin before he pulled back his hand.

“Or we could go out and explore...” peering out through the gigantic atrium on the inside of the lobby, he checked the weather to make sure the sky had cleared and grinned back at her with the thought in mind that it had. The rain that had been beating down on them for the past hour or two had finally gone away to bother someone else who wasn't in their pre-honeymoon days. “Or we could go out to the pool..” he drifted off, looking at her, his arm still encompassing her and his focus trained solely on her as they stood in the lobby of the hotel where they would honeymoon, months from now.

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[amelie isabelle deveraux]

[/b] She wrapped her arm in his, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Planes make me all wrinkled."

It was so odd, to be like this with Ren. I mean, honestly seven months ago, they were nothing but great friends, close friends, best friends even. Seriously, their parents were childhood friends, and they had grown up together, never once seeing each other more than siblings. Amelie shook her hair out. When Cecily had trashed him, like she had, she was there for her friend, as a friend. Nothing more. She took care of him because that's just what people did, and somehow, feelings that she hadn't known she had, poped up. Closing her eyes for a moment, she opened them and looked up to him. "Let's go change...and than you can pick something for us to do."

She wasn't sure of the room number, but she knew that Ren would direct her the right way. Walking on the stone floor, her heels clicked lightly. The hotel was gorgeous, and amazing, and as they got into the elevator, she smiled, and now, finally a little bit alone, she turned to him, and rose up on her toes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a kiss, soft at first, and then, she niped at his lip. She kissed him like she would if they were alone in an elevator, on vacation in Rome without any distractions, she kissed him like a girl falling in love. Whatever spell he had cast over her, during the time she helped him out of his slump, she didn't want it to end, couldn't bare the idea of him leaving. She wiped the idea of him leaving out of her head, and pressed her body more into his. [/ul]

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[warren johannes adler]

Things with them were generally so easy going, he was surprised to see Amelie so excited. Since they'd been engaged, things had been different, yes – just weeks ago she was still calling him manbangs and making him soup just because it was a friendly thing to do – not because it was the only thing he wanted for dinner any more. It seemed unrealistic, but that one simple prying from his father had put them in this situation and both of them realized they might as well embrace it.. a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the ready agreement she presented to him, and he nodded. “Shower first.” he let the smile bloom, pressing another brief kiss to her lips. “Perhaps together, ja?” he questioned, a smirk taking residence instead of the sweet, innocent expression he'd been wearing moments before. All of his time with Henri had made him a little bit more obvious about his sexual intentions, and he couldn't tell whether it was a benefit or not. For the most part it got him what he wanted, but he could have asked in Portuguese and he was sure Amelie would give in. She wasn't a picky girl and she seemed like she liked him enough.. a plus for sure. His fingers drummed lightly on her hip, comfortably positioned to make sure everyone could tell that she was off limits – no matter how gorgeous she looked, even after a day of flying, she'd be his.. forever.. soon. Unless they ended up like his father and mother – but never in a million years did he want to rape his kids. That was so wrong on so many levels... His father did horrible things, and yet he still commanded respect from everyone – it was twisted and disturbing, but Ren couldn't help to respect him as well – after all, he was Alexander Adler.

As she spoke again, he smirked and nodded, his fingers threading through hers as they ventured towards the elevator. They really were a perfect match – everything he needed in a partner, she was, and more then that, too – they had a history together. It wasn't just a random engagement on both of their parts, they knew each other. “I kind of can't wait to get out and walk around the city..” he stated, german accent flowing thick over his words.

The elevator doors closed sooner then he imagined they would, and as if reading her mind, his arms circled automatically around the girl and pulled her closer, their lips pressing together and keeping his fingers gently splayed against her spine to support her. Letting out a surprised sort of sound at the bite, he paused for a minute before deepening the kiss. Smiling against the kiss, he pulled away only when the elevator made a sound and the doors pulled open. Clearing his throat, he smirked at the cleaning lady who raised an eyebrow at their slightly ruffled appearance and stepped out, his hand still laced in hers. He tugged her gently along the hallway, opening the door to room two oh four as he'd requested. It was the biggest suite in the entire hotel, and really he couldn't have expected anything else. After all, despite all of his smooth tossing of money, he was still an Adler, and the best of the best he still wanted.

Turning back to glance at Amelie, he slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door, a smile blooming when he realized how lovely it really was. The room was all done in sage green and gold, and it was large – big enough to fill almost an entire half of the floor. Overstuffed couches sat on both sides in the sitting area and in another room, there was a bed that looked like a pile of fluffy bunnies pulled into a sheet. It all looked very nice, and the best part of all was that it was theirs – for the entire week. A smirk played over his features as he tugged her into the room and closed the door, pressing her gently against it as he locked his lips onto hers.

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[amelie isabelle deveraux]

[/b] Her reply was in French. If anyone could hear them, they would probably laugh, two different languages from two different people that had somehow managed to make the perfect couple. Who would have guessed.

In the elevator, she felt his surprise at her nip, and smiled as he did. She couldn't control it, he was yummy. She felt him deepen the kiss and her whole body sighed a little. The bell ringed signaling that the elevator would open. At that moment, she just wanted to be in an episode of Grey's anatomy, where they could just push the magic red button and the whole elevator would stop. No one to bother them. She laughed as the doors opened, straightening her coat, her hand in his, she follwed behind him, looking straight at him as he unlocked the door.

Now Amelie was a Deveraux, a great family. A very fashion forward family, and yet the suite took her breath away, just a little. The layout was gorgeous. The colors her personal favorite. It was all so crisp and clean and gorgeous. She must be the luckiest woman on the face on the planet. A great guy, an impending marriage, money, power, and they were together for the entire week. Just them...When she was pulled into the room, her smile was plastered, and she was just about to say something when she was pressed against the door, and his lips were on hers.

Her smile was still on her face, when she felt his lips against her own, and instantly the heat from the elevator was in her system. She enjoyed sex, it was a healthy thing, and it was fun. This wasn't sex, but it was still healthy and enjoyable, and she was for sure not going to say no. Her hands went to his chest and up to his shoulders, traveling into his hair. She deepened the kiss, but she wasn't biting this time, she just wanted him. Her eyes had had shut when she had been pressed up against the door, and now she opened them, looking at his face, the manbangs, the slight stubble. He was so perfectly fit for her.

When she felt him move closer to her, her heart started beating a little faster, and she had to pull back just a little bit, to catch her breath. Her eyes were still open, and she leaned her head against the door. She gave him a solid peck, and spoke in french, her germand being dreadful. "If we continue, than we won't see the city tonight." She wanted him, but she had to be careful, no pregnancy for this couple before marraige, that would be a big no-no. She sighed, her hands still on his chest. [/ul]

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