Author's Note: Well, I had to open my big mouth and say the magic word: Hormones. Here's where they get to run muck. And I don't speak French, so I went to a translator web site so if it's wrong I'm sorry, I didn't know the difference. Once again I must warn you, this is PG-13 about as close to R as I can go with out feeling I need to up the rating. Which might be mild to what you have in mind, but I'm a little conservative when it comes to rating. . .

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I got two glasses out of the cabinet.

"I'm not going to pretend to know anything about wine, but if Mac's got it, it's got to be good." I said pouring the contents of a rather old looking bottle into the glasses.

"Are you sure he's not going to mind?" Mary asked from the couch.

"He'll never know it's gone." I assured her handing her a glass.

"You lived in Seacouver your whole life?" She asked breaking the awkward silence we had fallen into.

"Yeah." I answered happy to find a new way to impress her. "I've only been out of the city once."

"Where'd you go?"

"Paris." I answered casually.

"Paris?" She repeated.

"What were you expecting me to say, 'Seattle'?"

"I guess so. Do you speak French?"

"Oui mademoiselle." I answered sliding closer to her on the couch. She giggled. "You like that, huh?" She put her glass down.

"I always though French was a very romantic language." She said softly.

"Oh, really?" I put my glass down.

"I think it's. . .kinda. . .sexy." She looked at me shyly with her seductive brown eyes.

"Well in that case, Parlez lentemnt, je suis americain." I leaned over and kissed her. "La ou est la salle de bains." She leaned back into the couch and I slowly worked my way down her neck. "Queest ce. . . que jarrete. . . deurais descendre. . . dessus.*"

I could feel her heartbeat against my lips and grinned with pride as she groaned softly. I continued to ramble off any random French phase that came to mind. I worked my hands under her T-shirt and pulled my lips away from hers long enough to slip it over her head. I leaned back in and offered her no assistance as she began to fumble with the button of my jeans.

"Up," I mumbled against her lips as I started to stand up, letting my jeans fall around my ankles. "Bed."

"No," she pulled me back down on top of her. "Here."

"Okay," I reached behind her and searched for the hook to her bra.

"In the front." She moved my hand to the operate location.

I laughed at myself and fittled with the clasp for a second before getting it to open. "Jolie fille. . . rue. . . tete. . .bon. . .*" I gave up on actual sentences and listed off all the French words I knew.

"We shouldn't be doing this." She said abruptly. I stopped and looked at her.

"If that's what you want. . . I didn't mean to push."

She leaned over and kissed me. "I do. . . want to, that is, it's just. . . Richie, we're moving."

"What?"

"My dad's job is transferring him to San Diego."

"So that's why you don't want to finish."

"It wouldn't be fare to you."

"What if I wanted to give you a proper goodbye?" I kissed her again, unable to fight the hormones surging through my veins, not to mention other places.

"As long as it's okay with you." She breathed wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.

"Oui. . . " I answered ". . .chat. . .obtiennent dans la voiture. . . ferme la bouch. . .*" I racked my brain for anything French I knew.

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I opened my eyes and sighed contentedly. I was more than content, I was elated. It had been awhile since I had made a girl so happy on the first try. And making her happy, made me happy. Lying naked on the floor I looked at the girl sleeping silently in my arms. She was moving. San Diego wasn't that far away. . . just down in California.

"Wow." She murmured sleepily bringing my attention back to her.

"Wow's good." I answered.

"Amazing."

"That's even better."

She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. "The best."

"Right back at ya." I sat up slightly and kissed her. "San Diego?"

"Yeah. I found out last night after I came home from dinner."

"So what now? We try the long distance thing?"

"What if we just left it like this. A beautiful night, then good bye." She ran her fingers up my chest.

"As in no more?"

"There's always time for one more." She grinned wickedly and rolled over on top of me.

"Really?"

"Oui." She answered in a sultry voice I had never heard her use before.

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The sun was up and the birds were singing. I snuck in as quietly as I could, knowing that Mac would be getting up soon.

"My, my weren't we out late?"

I whipped around and smiled sheepishly at Mac, who was pouring coffee in the kitchen.

"You said I could stay out as late as I wanted."

"Eventful night?"

"You could say that." I couldn't keep the wide grin off my face.

"Do I even want to ask?"

"Don't worry Mac I didn't do anything. . ." I said turning on my heel. "At least not anything you didn't do." I added just loud enough for him to hear.

"What does that mean?" I heard him call after me. I was long gone before he figured out what I meant.

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I sulked back into the apartment and sank onto the couch.

"Did Mary leave?" Tessa asked me looking up from her magazine.

"Yup." I sighed.

"You really liked her, didn't you?" Duncan asked.

"Yup."

"San Diego's not that far. You can visit, and in the mean time you can write, and call." Tessa said. "Did you get her address?"

"Yup."

"Do you have anything to say besides 'yup'?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Miss her already?"

"Yup." I smiled, thinking about the night last week in the cabin. "But hey, we'll always have Paris."

"Paris?" Duncan repeated.

"Yup." I answered and my smile grew.

"Is that what they're calling it these days?"

"Calling what?"

"Taking over my cabin with out asking, drinking my wine, under age I might add, and doing. . . whatever it is you did."

"Sure why not, they call it Paris."

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Officially the end, unlike the first time I said it was the end. This is the end. Hope you liked it, please review.

*Richie translator: Speak slowly, I'm American. Where is the bathroom. Which stop should I get off on?

Pretty girl. . . street. . . head. . . good

Yes. . .cat. . .get in the car. . .shut up