In the Jim Morrison saga for @JoePerrysBrat

We were now in Paris. The city of whatever you wanted to call it. It was me and Jim's escape for awhile.

We were on a small cliff over looking the city, on the hood. "This is beautiful Jim." I whispered. Jim had a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Thanks. You are too." I blushed. The lizard king was always a charmer. He kissed my red cheek. I giggled.

"How'd you even find this place, Jim?" I asked.

"Ray." Was the answer. Interesting sites Ray usually found were beautiful. The city's lights were amazing. It was to die for.

"I love you, Kayla."

"I love you too, Mr. Risin'." We shared a kiss that can only be described as magical. That kiss was our relationship in general.

Okay I like as much as I wrote these, I ship Kayla with Jim.