CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Sujin?"

"Yeah…"

Both our voices are slurred whispers as we're slightly nodding off. My head is resting on Connor's chest, my legs tangled with Murphy's. She's somewhere in the middle. We don't care; everyone has found some kind comfort in the mix of limbs, and we need at least a little sleep before it's time to get up.

However, maybe because I'm sort of still drunk on my afterglow, I can't stop wondering:

"Tu penses que mes ex étaient vraiment nuls ou c'est parce que ces deux-là sont particulièrement exceptionnels ? (You think my exes were that bad, or is it that these two are particularly exceptional?)"

She burst out laughing and she must have moved too brusquely because one of the boys huffs.

"Tu parles de ces deux dieux vivants ici présents ? (You're talking about these two living gods here?)"

I chuckle too. I don't think she needs to say more, yet she does:

"Je pense qu'on peut se faire nonnes dès maintenant, parce que ça ne sera jamais mieux… (I guess we can become nuns from now on, because this doesn't get any better…)"

Murphy props himself on his elbow, and I think he's going to berate us for speaking in French or simply for talking when they'd like to sleep. I have a well-prepared comeback for either option when he just asks his twin in Irish:

"Anois, Conn'?"

"Aye, brother." I raise my head to try and read Connor's face; now his wicked grin doesn't bode well.

Then Murphy starts: "Les filles. (Girls.)"

"Oui?" And it takes my foggy brain a minute to realize that he spoke French. My eyes widen in horror.

"On comprend tout ce que vous dites, (We understand everything you say,)" Connor clarifies just in case.

"Et je ne serais pas contre vous voir habillées en nonnes, au fait… (And I wouldn't mind seeing you dressed as nuns, by the way…)"

Both Sujin and I straighten up with a start. I'm trying to recall every single embarrassing thing we've said: "Since the beginning?" I dumbly ask.

"Well, we haven't learned over the weekend so…"

"You could have said this sooner!" Sujin yells.

"Ye never asked; ye just assumed." Murphy just shrugs, and I cringe:

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be, luv, ye two only ever said the nicest things. And trust me, that doesn't happen often when people think we don't understand…"

"But- How could we have imagined two Irish guys from Boston knew French?" my sister protests.

Though I'd rather question: "How did you learn?"

Murphy smiles and reaches to pull me closer to him.

"I guess we haven't been completely honest when we said we didn't pay attention in school. I imagine we're usually only distracted when we don't care."

"Why did you care about French?" I'm curious.

"We care about every language."

"I don't know, we just like talking to people." Connor adds, his nose brushing along Sujin's stomach.

They proceed to say a few sentences in different languages. I recognize German, then Russian, but can't understand a word. Only when they get to Spanish do I catch that they're discussing the 'living gods' comment. When they switch to Italian I lose track again. Sujin hides her face under the cover in shame; I just sit there in awe.

"You're amazing…"

Both their proud smirks are so endearing.

"You should be working at the UN or something…" I mutter, wondering how these two are not worldwide famous already, between those looks and those brains.

"Well, I think we're not good enough at the ass-kissing part for that," Connor explains.

Murphy laughs: "Aye, we wouldn't stand a day without punching those arseholes!"

"But you must have traveled a bit to speak them so well, haven't you? Wouldn't you rather live in Paris or Rome?"

"Never been to Paris. We've seen a few ports like Le Havre or Bordeaux…"

"But red wine is fucking disgusting!"

I gasp at that comment and grumble: "Barbarians…"

Murphy pinches my side as a retort.

"Aye, in the end, there's no place like home…"

Though I can see in their faraway eyes that home isn't here; they mean their hometown.

"Why are ye staying here then?" my hands are running tenderly in Murphy's hair, and he's nuzzling my neck, purring like a cat.

"I don't know," Connor answers while tickling Sujin to make her crawl out of hiding. She's so tired her eyes can't stay open. "At first, we came here to try and find our father."

"Did you find out anything?"

"Not a fucking thing. There's no trace of the guy," Murphy growls.

And Connor's muffled voice rises, his mouth flattened on my sister's stomach: "It's like he doesn't want to be found."

I can hear the disappointment there. "He's the one missing out…" I reach to graze up and down Connor's nape as well, feeling them both drowsing.

"Don't worry about us, luv," he mumbles.

"Aye, I'm way more worried about how we're going to go through the day," Murphy adds.

Right. They're leaving for work in less than an hour now.

"I wonder if it might be better not to sleep at all at this point."

"I hate goodbyes…" My sister suddenly whines, and I'd thought she had already dozed off.

Connor moves up to come kiss her on the nose, and forehead. "Then go to sleep, hun, do not concern yerself about that."

And I understand they'll be gone by the time we wake up. My sister seems happy with that solution; she snuggles against Connor with her eyes closed, her hand squeezing Murphy's. However, no matter how they try to lull us to sleep, I'm now wide awake.

So, Murphy whispers in my ear: "Want to take a shower with me?"

I nod, intending to hide how sad I am that this perfect weekend has come to an end.

We extricate ourselves from the bed while Connor is cradling Sujin tenderly. Murphy leads me by the hand, and there's something in the way he holds it tightly that tells me he's feeling exactly as I am.

Then, under the stream, we enjoy just caressing and brushing our lips on each other's bodies, just softly committing every single part to memory. The broadness of his shoulders, the dips above his collarbones deep enough to lap water out of them, the outline of his lower back, the V-shape that leads to his groin, each muscle of his defined arms. The intricate ink of his tattoos. There is no detail escaping my careful scrutiny. And above all else, the feeling of his hands and mouth on me.

When Connor joins us, I know that my sister is fast asleep. His own hands come completing the perfection that are these sensations. When he nuzzles my hair, his tight figure now pressing against mine. With the hot water soothing my aching muscle after all the things we've done. Every single one of my nerves is still so raw that I can't help moaning at each grazing of skin. My whole body so responsive that I'm already almost there.

And they push me over the edge one more time with just their touches. Standing on either side of me. Their lips on mine and sucking on my nipple. Their fingers battling over my core and kneading my flesh, everywhere. I'm abandoning myself in their arms one last time. Spoiled and ecstatic.

I'll wake up wrapped in a towel, under the blanket, by my sister's side.

"They're gone…" she whispers, probably not trusting her own voice. And my breath hitches in my throat.

We dress up in reverent silence, then clean up the place as much we can, not in any hurry to head off. Only when we pack our bags do I find the note: 'You better drop by on your way back.' Then, below that, in another handwriting: 'Or leave your fucking number.' I chuckle as I can't help reading it in their voices.

"Ready sis?" Sujin asks me after browsing it too, with her first smile since this morning.

"Aye," I answer, mimicking them. Then add: "Shouldn't we leave our number?"

"If you think we're not driving through here tomorrow-"

"It'll be your day anyway, so I won't have a choice!" I wink at her; as if she would ever have to force me to come back for more.

However, as I take a seat behind the wheel, I find the courage to say:

"It's a good thing that we need to leave though…"

"Is it?"

I sigh. "It's just-" And I avert my eyes as I start up the car. "If we'd stayed any longer, I'm afraid I would have fallen in love with them…"

Sujin finds my hand on the gearshift and squeezes it hard. It's only after a prolonged silence that she answers, looking away at the scenery going by:

"I'm way ahead of you, sis…"

So, I guess we're doomed.

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THE END?

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Wow, that story is over! I don't think I have any more smut in me... At least for a while.

BUT, I have some more ideas for a short sequel with some fluff. Maybe for what happens after the movie? Is that something anyone is interested in or should I just leave it there? I don't want to spoil it by over-extending it... Perhaps I'll post it separately.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one little guilty pleasure! Please, pretty please, leave a comment.

Even if it's marked as complete, even if it's been a while.

First, because it will always make my day. Second, because if you think there could be any improvement, I could always make corrections!

By the way, if some of you are curious (but not enough to google translate it ;P), here:

- In Chapter 8, when Connor kisses Min unexpectedly, after she's said in French in the shower that Murphy's the best kisser she's known, Murphy (hypocritically) berates his brother:

"Ní comórtas é, Connor!" = "It's not a competition, Connor!"

- In Chapter 12, when the girls are discussing in French if they should leave or stay, Murphy asks his brother (and Connor's answer is 'Nope'):

"Nár chóir dúinn a rá leo go dtuigeann muid?" = "Shouldn't we tell them we understand?"

- In Chapter 13, Rocco just met the girls and asks the boys before flirting anyway (they nod in answer):

"Ragazzi siete con loro, vero?" = "You guys are with them, aren't you?"

- In Chapter 15, Min asks Murphy if he's done something like that before, among his answers, he criptically said (though she'll never know):

"Agus riamh le duine is maith liom an oiread sin." = "And never with a person I like so much."

Plus, "Anois" means "Now",
and "Réidh" means "Ready".

Please take great care of your own sweet selves, and maybe have fun while doing so!