Mundy opened his eyes. The sun had started shining through the curtains. He looked to his left and saw the washed out green foliage of the wallpaper he was so used to waking up to. He turned his head to the right. Lucien was still asleep. Mundy smiled and looked at his lover sleeping.

He looks so carefree when he sleeps...

His front tuft was ruffled slightly and the limit between his hair and his forehead started to betray the tan that the Australian sun had entailed. Mundy's eyes went down to Lucien's eyes. Of course he loved everthing about Lucien but his eyes... They were something else. Even closed, they looked poetic, romantic. He had long dark eyelashes that he knew how to use very well. Many a time did Mundy fell hypnotised by their charm when they fluttered. His eyes continue to travel down to Lucien's thin nose and then his mouth. He bit his lip. Lucien had thin lips which, for some people, means less to kiss. Mundy was not one of them. He absolutely adored Lucien's lips.

I would kiss you, but you'd wake up...

"I don't mind."

Lucien's lips had moved and he was now smiling, his eyes still closed. Mundy got startled out of surprise but then got closer to him and put his lips on Lucien's. The Frenchman opened his eyes and slided his hand on Mundy's cheek.

"Bonjour mon amour."

"Morning, love."

They stared at each other for a while.

"How do you feel?"

"Amazing. You have no idea how happy I was to open my eyes, see that I was in my home bedroom and see you with me."

Lucien was stroking Mundy's cheek with his thin, delicate fingers.

"I was asking if you felt well for your hand more than that but I'm also glad to share your bed."

"Oh."

Mundy got his hand out of the bedsheets and tried to close his fist with the bandage.

"It hurts like hell to move it."

"Ah, I'm not surprised. Your cut was quite deep. Did you really not feel anything?"

Mundy looked at Lucien in the eye.

"Apart from despair because I was losing you? Nothing."

Lucien smiled.

"Merci mon coeur."

[Thanks, sweetheart.]

His fingers travelled to Mundy's lips and he stared at them, stroking them slowly.

"Oh, do you smell that?"

"It smells like your parents are downstairs having breakfast. Also they're listening to the radio."

"Whot?!"

"Can't you hear it?"

They both went silent for an instant and Mundy managed to hear the radio. He nodded. He was loving the feel of Lucien's fingers on his lips. Lucien broke the silence again.

"This is going to sound ridiculous but..."

"But?"

"You have the best lips I've ever had the pleasure to kiss."

Mundy smirked.

"Oh then I must have the best ones in the whole bloody world!"

"Are you implying that I've kissed everyone there is?!"

Mundy nodded.

"Oh, you- I didn't!"

"Well you had a go with all the ladies in Paris and wherever you went! And given you were a spy, you travelled everywhere!"

"Exactly, which means that I 'had a go' as you say with only half the world's population, as it's only the ladies plus you!"

Mundy frowned and he sat up on the bed, his back to the wall.

"It's technically the majority of this planet's people then."

Lucien sighed. He was now facing Mundy, as he was on all four, his head the same height at Mundy's. His light blue eyes shone fiercely as he took a step forward. Mundy was bewitched. Lucien really reminded him of the panthers they have at the zoo. As he took that step forward, his spine twisted on the side, revealing his shouler blades sharply under his skin. His intense stare pierced through Mundy's eyes directly to his soul.

"Arrête tes conneries et viens ici...!"

[Stop your nonesense and come here...!]

Lucien kissed him passionately and sat on his pelvis, losing his hands in the Australian's hair who put his on Lucien's sides, sliding them under his tee-shirt.

"I thought I was going to lose you..."

Mundy looked at Lucien.

"Love, you were the one going away."

"And I did it for you."

"But you looked so... emotionless. You looked as if you didn't care."

"Mundy mon coeur, I was furious, outraged and about to destroy everything around me. I gave you my knife as a souvenir to keep but also to avoid slitting someone's throat on my way to the airport. I still had my fists but I put them hard clenched in my pockets and was going to stay like that, as if they were cuffed for as long as it hurt, which would probably have been a very long time. I also intended to stop singing at the restaurant and lock myself up at home. There was no one else I could sing for and nothing that could possibly get me out of my bed. In a word, I was about to let myself rot in my flat until..."

Lucien closed his eyes and frowned. Mundy opened wide eyes.

"I... woah... uh... I guess you would have found someone in the end.

Lucien opened his eyes.

"Non."

"Yes you would, you could have anyone at your feet in a bat of your eyelids!"

"Maybe but I don't want anyone but you!"

He carressed Mundy's lips with his delicate fingers.

"But we don't have to worry anymore, mon amour. All you have to think about now is healing your hand and..."

Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"And?"

Lucien flapped his eyelashes like a butterfly's wings. He whispered.

"I have some plans for you..."

His index finger travelled fron Mundy's lips down to his chin. He raised it up slightly and continued to travel down on his neck, and his chest. His touch was so delicate, it felt like he was teasing Mundy's skin with a feather, sending shivers down his spine.

Mundy closed his eyes and held his breath. Lucien went close to his ear.

"I will take care of you, love of my life."

Hearing those sweet words made Mundy's eyes roll up. Next thing he felt was Lucien's lips on his, very delicately but also briefly. It stopped too soon! Mundy opened his eyes. Oh but then he felt something else. Something that made everything in his body tense up. His ears pricked up and turned hot, the hairs on his arms, on his legs and everywhere stood up.

Oh my...

Lucien knew very well how sensitive Mundy was to his tongue. But he had never tried to find the limits of that sensitivity. Mundy felt it drawing his lips. The lower one first, then the upper one, slowly, seductively. He looked one last time at Lucien, surrounded by the green foliage of his bedroom's wallpaper, and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, asking for more and Lucien dived in, like a bullet in his skull, blowing up Mundy's head in a million pieces. He tightened his grip on Lucien's waist and he felt the Frenchman work his way through his neck now. Mundy raised his head up and felt Lucien's sharp and thin teeth stinging like a swarm of bees defending their queen and their precious honey. Lucien's fingers were travelling down too, and his nails were slightly scratching Mundy's chest, prickling his skin like the bites of a million fire ants. Mundy moaned, knowing his parents were downstairs and busy, he was free to let his emotions go. But soon he gasped.

Lucien!

Mundy gave in and melted to lie down on the bed again. The panther found the weak spot of his gazelle. For real animals, it would be the neck. Not here, it was not the powerful bite of a lion's teeth in Mundy's neck that made his whole body jerk up. No. It was more powerful than that and paradoxically, much less deadly.

Mundy lost the fingers of his left hand in Lucien's hair, grasping it firmly. He could only breathe sporadically, feeling the build up of tension. His whole body was getting warmer and warmer, his ears were scorching hot and his right hand's wounds burnt with pain. But he couldn't feel it. He could not see or taste anything. All he could hear was his heart beat and pulses of blood rushing to his temple like an angry bull charging at an immutable wall.

B-boom.

Again.

B-boom.

And again.

All he could feel between his fingers was Lucien's silk hair, which had grown a bit longer now. It curled a bit at the ends. He bit his lip. And of course, he was feeling the repeated rushes of pleasure Lucien was creating, like waves growing and crashing violently and periodically against imposing black rocks. But each time a wave crashes, the next grows bigger and Mundy had to walk back from the shore. Again, and again.

But Mundy felt it. The waves would soon stop as in the horizon he could see the tsunami approaching, its rumbling growing louder.

"Lu'... My love... I..."

Lucien understood and while he made sure the tsunami kept on approaching the shore, he swiflty slided back on top of Mundy, who wrapped his arms around him. He was pulling his lover strongly against him, their chests against each other and Lucien buried his face in Mundy's neck.

"Aaaargh!"

Mundy grip on Lucien's back tightened suddenly and very strongly as he buried his heels in the beds, raising his body and Lucien's up slightly. He was pulling him so stronly that Lucien had trouble breathing as his chest was being crushed against his lover's. And as quickly as it rose, Mundy's body collapsed back on the bed and he breathed heavily. Lucien stayed there. He loved to feel his lover's arms around him and feel the warmth of his chest against his.

"Huh... my God... Lu'... ah... I..."

Lucien kissed Mundy's neck and came back at his lips. He left a quick peck and sat up.

"Take your time to catch your breath mon amour."

Mundy opened his eyes and saw Lucien was adjusting his hair, especially his front tuft.

"Good Lord... C'mere..."

Mundy pulled his lover in his arms and held him close, his head on his chest, his lips on his hair.

"I love you, Lucien, I love you so much."

Lucien smiled and closed his eyes. His ear was above Mundy's heart. But suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!"

"Right mum, we're coming!"

Lucien raised his head and Mundy kissed his forehead.

"One to nil, I owe you, love."

Lucien got off the bed.

"Non, I owe you as much."

Both men dressed up and joined Caroline and Mike in the dining room.

"Mornin' boys!"

"Mornin' mum."

"Caroline."

Both men sat, this time side by side.

"Help yourself boys, and here's the jam and butter."

She put them on the table and put her hands one on each man.

"You slept well?"

Mundy blushed intensely.

"Oui, merci."

Said Lucien with a smirk. Caroline understood immediately.

"Good." She simply replied.

She knew her son would not be comfortable so she made her question the quickest and shortest possible.

"Roight, when you get done with breakfast, I want a word with you sweetie. If you don't mind Lucien, would you go and help Mike at the farm?"

"But of course."

"Everything alright, mum?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry."

Mundy and Lucien had their breakfast, wondering what Caroline wanted to talk to her son about.

- Author's notes -

Thanks guys! Enjoy this more relaxed chapter as an apology for the roller coaster that were chapter 35 and 36 !

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