The Reign Of Vause

Refresh our memory babe?

(Alex's POV)

Pipes and I got out of bed and had a shower together, scrubbing the paint off each other. Maybe a little or a lot of kissing also took place in the process.
When we got out and dried, I dressed in my black leather, ready for a spin on the Harley I hadn't ridden for years. I took out my helmet and threw Piper hers who was standing in nothing but her matching underwear set. Usually the sight of this alone would be more than enough to change my mind and spend the day and night in bed with her, making up for our lost time together in Paris but I'd promised her a ride on the Harley and knew she loved it so I resisted the urge.
"Get changed." I told her, winking and smirking.
She grinned and scanned me up and down. I was wearing my leather jacket, leather pants and biker boots. Piper loved it when I wore leather. She immediately went to her suitcase and brought out suitable clothes along with her red leather jacket. We were resurrecting our old memories together, plus, Piper looked hot in leather, fuck, Piper looked hot in everything.
When we were ready, we went downstairs and outside, I hopped on my bike and started the engine. It roared to life and revved like it used to. Piper was standing smirking at me on my bike, her expression looked like she was planning all sorts of sexy fantasies which I had every intention of trying out.
"Babe, I'd forgotten how hot you look on that Harley of yours." She smirked, raising an eyebrow. I loved it when Piper looked at me this way so smirked back and quirked an eyebrow at her, gesturing my head backwards for her to come hop on the bike with me.
"I'm not the only one who looks hot on a Harley, now hop on spider monkey and for God's sake, hold on tight." I tell her smirking, hinting in a not so subtle way that I loved her holding me tightly in her arms from behind as I sped through the Parisian streets on my Harley V-Rod. There was also a special place in my heart when she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist as we sped through the streets of the city of love. After Piper, no one ever rode the Harley with me again, not even me, I couldn't face it. There was just something so intimate about the love of your life clinging to you with her arms around your mid section, admittedly occasionally wondering north and south not that I minded with her anyway, speeding through the narrow, beautiful streets of the city of love. I also didn't ever want her to get hurt again. Ever. So wanted her to cling to me even tighter.
I revved the bike into gear and took off at speed. Piper gripped onto me with a happy squeal and we both laughed together as I rode the Harley through Paris. I was so happy and I think she was too. This. This was the life I'd always wanted with her.
"Ready to refresh our Paris memories babe?" I asked her.
"Oh definitely." She grinned and I smiled back.
I took Piper and I past the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame, Sacré- Cœur and up the Champs-Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe.
She was resting her head on my shoulder with her arms around me,
"I love it here, it's so romantic." She purred and hugged me tighter.
I smirked and took the turn for Place de la Concorde, weaving in and out of the Paris streets and passing shops and little boutique style restaurants. The shops had their Christmas and New Year's window displays and Piper was mesmerised, I had to admit they were pretty.
"Alex look at the window displays! Ugh baby, I just love this city!" She squeals in delight.
I chuckled,
"I see them babe but I can't look for long unless you want us to crash! This is a motorcycle after all and we are going pretty fast babe." I laughed.

After a while, I found a good, safe place to park the bike near the American Embassy, got off, took my helmet off, flipping my hair and helped Piper down, taking her hand after she took her helmet off and did the same.
Walking hand in hand through the streets, we found a cute little pastry restaurant in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower after a 15-20 minute walk, so went in.