Title: A Busted Neon Sign
Series: Le Fabolous Destin de Amelié Poulain
Character/Pairing: Amelié Poulain / Nino Quincampoix
Rating: PG-13 (for sexual implications)
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. Watch the movie. It's adorable! Thanks to Thomas for helping me with my French phrases. smooches x-posted on the LJ community 31 days under my LJ name defyingtheodds (with an underscore before "d").

It had all started out very simple, really.

The porn shop down on Montmarte was no longer visible at night because the neon sign had broken. While Amelié had pointed out that maybe people could still see it if they actually took the time to peer into the window, Nino told her that most Parisians probably would be too lazy to peer inside and preferred to see something familiar because it comforted them.

Amelié had blanched slightly at that, but then she remembered her own desire to help the poor souls of Montmarte and she sighed, shooing Nino out the door.

When the door closed behind him, she then remembered he wasn't exactly a licensed electrician.

"Le néon de l'enseigne du sex shop était cassé! J'ai juste essayé de le changer."

Amelié rolled her eyes as she tucked Nino into bed, bandaged fingers and all. Sure, he had done a great job of trying to fix that neon sign. Half a block had lost electricity and Nino had gotten electrocuted. Thankfully the shock had thrown him against a mattress that two men were carrying. If they hadn't been passing by just then, he probably would have landed in the fruit stand across the street.

And he still had all his fingers intact.

Amelié concluded that in order to fix a neon sign, you needed to be both an artist and an electrician and she told Nino that he was neither of the two.

"Tu ne tiens pas vraiment d'un électricien et tu n'es pas non plus un artiste, tu sais..."

Nino looked very unconsolable and he grumped under his breath. "Je suis un Michelangelo au lit. Nous le savons tous les deux."

He looked at her, smirking.

A Michelangelo in bed?

Amelié raised an eyebrow at him and laughed. If he was right about that, she'd probably give up dipping her fingers in sacks of grain. She shrugged and turned off the lights before climbing into bed.

There was only one way to find out.