get some comfortable shoes.

The couch was the first thing in eyeshot upon opening the door, and Adele gazed at it as if it was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen in her life. Olivier let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as he trailed right behind her, happy to be home after being away for nearly the entire day.

But, the first order of business was for Adele to kick off her damn stilettos before Olivier had even closed his apartment door. Quickly seeking out refuge from the couch, Adele plopped down and promptly made herself comfortable.

Olivier fixed them both a quick drink before coming over — water for himself and a small glass of wine for her — mentioning something about how they had nothing to do the next day so they could just take it easy from the small kitchen. Adele nodded to herself, taking the glass when he joined her on the couch, she then seized the moment to make herself even more comfortable.

Lifting her legs up one by one, they gently found their place on Olivier's lap. His other hand also fell down, slowly stroking up and down one of her calves.

"Those shoes really kill my feet," Adele murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of them and sleepily rubbing on of her eyes with little care for the makeup still there. "Feels like I've been standing for a few days straight."

Olivier let out a soft, amused exhale, "Then why do you keep wearing them?"

"They make my legs look good."

"You don't need any help with legs like these." He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to catch her trying to suppress a slightly embarrassed, yet pleased, smile.