Sam/Atton Paris!AU (Warning for Smut. Lots of smut, knowing these two.)

[necessary_child]

Paris is loud and noisy (Parisian drivers/car horns= OTP) and smoke-filled and chattery and sunny, today, and somehow very distinctly not-London. The architecture is much brasher and over-the-top, and many of the statues and bridges around Sam and Atton, as they emerge from the metro station in the middle of Paris, are decorated with gold leaf

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[stuck_mynock]

Atton laughs, peering around.
"This is strange. In a good way. 'S like someone fused together three or four different planets. Like Coruscant and Alderaan and stuff."

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs. "Earth tends to do that, with the culture mix. You still hungry?"

[stuck_mynock]

"I'm always hungry." Solemnly.

[necessary_child]

"No surprises there, then. Come on!"

He drags Atton off again, heading towards the shops.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is relatively content to wait. At least for two seconds, anyway, then he starts to get anxious to get out.

[necessary_child]

San's watching him, then when Atton's anxiety rises he takes his hand and tugs him out, magically encouraging the crowd to part and let them through. "We'll take the steps down, if you want," he says quietly, leading him out of the lift and through the dispersing crowds.

"Want to go look at the view for a bit, or go eat?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Eat. 'M hungry." Atton grins, relaxing against Sam.

[necessary_child]

"What else is new?" Sam slings an arm around Atton's waist again, pulling him close.

"Food it is."

The restaurant is almost palpably French: cool, white and very definitely chic. Five-star, baby.

"Table for two, by a window," Sam requests of the maitre d', in the cool polite French of someone assured he will be obeyed, and the man obligingly hurries them to a table with a spectacular view of the city.