Adele hadn't been angry at Florian for leaving for so long, or for the occasional pauses in communication that they had been having since he had left. She had been sometimes annoyed, and many times depressed and lonely - but never angry. Adele considered Florian was an artist in the truest sense of the word, and she was happy to support him in anything he wanted to do if he felt it would help his art. She knew that he would do the same for her, if it had been her that wanted to travel across America.

Even if she had felt any anger towards him on the way here, it would have completely disappeared the moment Adele heard Florian's voice. He always had that effect on her. "Bonjour, bien-aimé... Umm... I do not think so... I might be a little bit lost..." She laughs and looks around, trying to find any distinguishing landmarks. "There's a bright red café restaurant across from me with black metal chairs and tables outside... and I think a park to the south of me... or maybe it's just a field, I don't know..." She laughs a little again. "Tell me if this is sounding familiar in any way to you."

"Oh, no, don't tell me that..." Adele lets out a little whine, looking around, suddenly questioning if she had been on the right flight. The fact that she had even been allowed on the flight at all should have told her that she had been on the right one, but she wasn't thinking about that now. She giggles, hoping that Florian really was joking. "That would be just my luck," she says as she walks across the street to the cafe and sits down at one of the tables - trying to make it less obvious to the people around her on the street that she was lost. "I finally come to America to see you, and I get on the wrong flight." She laughs a little again. She runs her finger across the grooves in the table. "I missed you."

Adele giggles a little when Florian jokingly suggests that she may have ended up in England. "No... no... this is definitely America," she says back, looking around. She didn't quite understand the appeal of the place. It was nice, of course, and it was where she and Destinee had gotten their start, but she much prefered her home country. She didn't totally understand Florian's want to be here. "Yeah, we can start a Kickstarter. 'Bring Adele Home.' If you donate $10, I'll-- Florian? Are you there?" She looks down at her phone when he tucks his into his pocket, suddenly feeling very alone now that he wasn't on the phone with her. The feeling didn't last long, of course, as she feels a couple fingers push through her hair. Adele tenses up at the unexpected feeling of somebody else touching her - a reaction that she had adopted ever since their stalker situation hit its climatically violent crescendo - but hearing Florian's voice immediately calmed her again. His voice had been the first thing she heard in the morning and the last thing she heard before she fell asleep so many times, she knew it too well not to recognize it. Adele closes her eyes as she leans into Florian's arms, just happy to feel him again. "Oh, bien adoré, it is so good to finally be close to you..." she whispers, putting her hands on top of his around her waist.

Adele sighs happily, feeling like she was where she was supposed to be - both literally and metaphorically. Even though she loved this embrace so much, she wanted to be able to see Florian, and re-memorize every line on his face. She hadn't forgotten what he looked like, but she also wanted to make sure that she never did. "Come sit with me, chérie. I need to see you again..." she asks of him softly, lighting up at the kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Florian, I love you more than anything. I am so happy to be with you - to feel you - again." She lets out another happy sigh, feeling herself start to tear up. She knew that Florian loved her, but there had been nights where she had convinced herself that him disappearing to America was because he was bored with her and didn't love her anymore. Being with him now proved to her that those thoughts were false.

Adele slips her hands into Florian's when he sits next to her, smiling brightly. They had been together for a while now, but that didn't stop Adele from feeling like she was falling in love with him all over again every time they saw each other. Her eyes scan over his face, reminding herself that she had been taking her time with Florian before their time apart for granted. She leans forward and kisses him softly, remembering the movements that each of them made with each other, and the feeling of his lips against her's. How she could have ever forgotten, she didn't know. She knew that he meant it when he said that they were going to be together from now on, and was pleased to hear that he had missed her as much as she missed him. "It is so difficult being away from you," Adele says softly after she breaks away from the kiss. "Destinee is fine, but she is no substitute... plus, she is horrible in bed," Adele jokes, giving a little giggle.

OOC: Awwww. Cute French people.

Adele smiles even brighter when she sees Florian dip his head, trying to hide his smile from the rest of the world. It made her feel special knowing that there were sides of him that only she got to see that he wouldn't dare show his audience and fans. She leans her head against his hand that was along her jawline for a moment, feeling the warmth of it against her cheek. "I promise you that the rumors are all false. Nobody could ever replace you," Adele assures him with a grin before pulling back. "Show me where you have been staying," she asks of him, standing up, her fingers still laced around his. "I want to see where the moment of musical creation has been happening."

Adele often thought of the first time they kissed - high on mushrooms in her tour bus. At the time, she had thought that kisses from men were meaningless; in her mind, they were just another way to get to what most men really wanted. But with Florian, it was different. And although, ultimately, they did sleep together that day, it wasn't because Adele felt like she had owed him that, as she had felt with other men in times before. "You always have kept me very satisfied... And I have been... very unsatisfied lately," she tells him with a wink, the suggestive tone of her voice giving away exactly what she meant. "Oh, how charming. An apartment above a cafe. I'm sure I will love it," she says, glancing upward to see the outside of the apartment. Florian was right, she probably wouldn't like it. She liked her father's small one-story home in Dijon. She loved her and Florian's larger house in the country. She had never been a fan of the small "starving artist" apartment. Besides, she could never live in one anyway - she had far too many things. But she tried to keep an optimistic approach to things. "Really?" Adele asks, surprised, when Florian says that they can leave to go back to France any time she wants. "Are you done here? Have you already found what you wanted?"

OOC: Aww, that's fine. Congrats to your brother. :)

"Oh, I never said that there was a lack of sex in my life. Just that it was all very unsatisfying," Adele says back with a wink, obviously joking as she climbs the stairs with Florian, giggling. At the top of the stairs, Adele almost hesitates before stepping inside the apartment. Her father was absolutely penniless when she was growing up. He scraped by from what he made at his store to make sure that Adele had everything she needed. It wasn't until after 'Destinee&Adele' was signed to a label that Adele even had a taste of the finer things. It wasn't that she especially disliked meager apartments - although she did. It was more that they reminded her of the way she grew up. Florian's apartment was much of the same. There was a twinge of sadness that hit her when she saw it, but it passed as quickly as it came, leaving her only just a little depressed by her surroundings. "It certainly is... cozy," she says with a small smile, looking around. She does a circle around the room before stopping at a window and looking out, over the small view that it gave. Then she turns back to Florian, a new smile on her face. "I would stay here with you, if you wanted to stay, mon amour. If you feel like you still need to be here, then do not leave for my sake."

"The laziest," Adele agrees with a nod about Destinee, giggling again when he playfully shoves her. Of course, she could never be with anybody except Florian. She had found somebody that understood her, that knew her movements and sounds, and what it all meant. Nobody else had ever been like that. He was perfect for her, she couldn't even think about being with anybody else. She shakes her head, giving him a small smile when he asks her what's wrong. "Nothing, mon amour. I apologize. I was just thinking," she says back, hoping that would be an acceptable answer. Over the past year and a half or so, she had told Florian many things about her childhood and her father, but she had a tendency to shrug things off, or to make them seem less hurtful than they really are when she's talking about them. When talking about her childhood, she usually focused on the funny and happy moments rather than the sad ones. It was a defense mechanism that she recognized she had, so she wasn't upset that Florian didn't understand why seeing a home like this would make her a little melancholy. "I would expect nothing less," she jokes when Florian tells her that he's been high more often than not in the apartment. A fondness for altered states of mind was something that they shared. "How wonderfully neurotic. Have you done a lot of writing since you have been here?" Adele's support was something that she reserved solely for Florian. If any other man had run off to the United States and left her for several months, she wouldn't have stood for it. But to Adele, there was something beautiful about Florian's want and drive to create his art. She felt like she would be doing the world a disservice by holding him back. When he kisses her, she places her hand softly on his cheek, leaning herself closer towards his body. She loved him, and was more than happy to hear that he wanted to go back home just as much as she wanted him back there.

"She's young, she'll learn," Adele says back, shaking her head, the joke of course being that Destinee was several years older than Adele. She kisses Florian's cheek softly and smiles. "I promise that you are the only one that has ever truly appreciated my "skills," mon amour. Do not fret." She gives him an apologetic, but appreciative smile when he drops asking her what's wrong. She was so happy to see Florian again, she didn't want to upset the mood by bringing in her childhood baggage. "Oh, I'm sure the trips lack a certain... corporeal nature to them without me around," she says with a grin. She looks around the apartment, assuming that they'll probably stay here for a little bit. She was tired from the trip over here, and wasn't in the mood to go out anyway. She takes off her shoes and puts them in the corner of the room, feeling the floor on her bare feet. Rooms always felt different - more comfortable - to her when she could really feel them from the soles of her feet. "I only do for you what I know you would do for me, Florian," she says back softly as she turns to face him again. "It wouldn't be right for me to hold you back, even if I did get lonely sometimes while you were gone." Adele lets out a tiny moan against Florian's lips she she feels him pull her body closer to his. She breaks away from his kiss and trails her own kisses across his jawbone, just below his ear, and then down his neck, focusing there. She wanted to kiss all of him, to see all of him again. It had been so long since she had felt him. It was long overdue.