The Limit Does Not Exist (Rosé x Fem Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Six [M]

Rosie's POV

"The city of love, baby." I said in a playful tone while wiggling my eyebrows at y/n as we got into the van that was going to take my girlfriend and I to our hotel. It was the one I always stay at during fashion week and whenever else I come here to Paris. Y/n gave me a playful smile as she held my hand in her lap,

"The city of love, aye? I wonder what two women like us will do while we're here." She joked and I grinned at her, leaning in to kiss her.

Y/n reciprocated the kiss and I melted into it because I love kissing my girlfriend. Even though we've been together for a few months now, my brain still does a happy dance whenever we kiss. I hope my brain never stops dancing in the future.

I brought my hand up to cup y/n's right cheek and we kissed for a few moments longer before we pulled apart to gaze into the other's eyes. I smiled at her and leaned my head on the headrest behind me,

"I know a perfect place we can go to have dinner tonight," I informed my girlfriend as I obviously had to plan a fancy dinner with her while we will be here in Paris, "and I may or may not have had Anthony make you and I something to wear."

I watched as y/n's eyes widened at the news and she blinked a few times,

"Really?" I hummed and nodded my head, caressing her cheek as the van started to take us to the hotel,

"Really. I gave him your measurements since I obviously know them and he told me he would make us a matching look. That was why I needed to take a phone call privately on the flight here." I explained as my girlfriend nodded her head,

"Tell him I said thank you and that he's an amazing human." Y/n said as I giggled,

"I'll make sure to tell him, baby. I can't wait to take you to fashion shows with me as my plus one."

"Woah, what? I am not fit to be at any fashion show, Rosie, let alone a fucking designer brand like YSL." My girlfriend quickly spoke as I shook my head in disagreement,

"I beg to differ. You are easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I would love to have you by my side in photos and sitting beside me during the shows themselves." I told my girlfriend as I pinched her cheek a little while smiling. Y/n blushed a little and held the eye contact,

"I don't know if I'd be up for photos, but I guess I could tag along to a few with my girl." Y/n said as I beamed at her, so happy she seemed okay with the idea of accompanying me to fashion shows.

"Yay! You can even come to other events with me then!" My girlfriend chuckled and pecked my lips,

"I would love to, but I think you're forgetting that I have a job in Seattle still, babe."

I immediately pouted when my girlfriend said that because it was true. I couldn't rip her away from work multiple times throughout the year just because I wanted her to attend an event with me. I'd be selfish wanting her always by me; I'd be keeping her away from work that she loves to do.

"You're right, I'm getting too ahead of myself." I sighed as y/n shook her head gently,

"You're not getting ahead of yourself, my love. I find it cute that you want me with you to things like that. Plus I do get a good amount of vacation time throughout the year." She said as I squeezed her hand that was still holding mine a little,

"I wish you could also use sick days but I think photos of like you and I at a fashion show in NYC would show you were lying." I grumbled as y/n laughed, making me smile at her.

Our conversation died down and the two of us stayed close to each other in the backseat of the van, looking at the city of Paris outside. I do love the architecture of the city and many other European cities, so I was having a nice time looking at the buildings that were in my sights for a few moments.