Bonus

"Are you sure we don't disturb anyone...?"

"I think it's a bit too late to ask it... Yes, I am sure. People from day shift are at work, and those from night shift are asleep."

"It's just that you feel strange when you're not in your own bedroom."

"Are you going to complain that the bed is too narrow, as well?"

"It is too narrow; that sarcasm was unnecessary. But we fit somehow, don't we? Speaking of what... haven't you lost some weight?"

"Hardly. Madame watches me, in case I tried to skip my lunch."

"Yes, I can imagine that..."

"But let's not speak of Madame in bed, please..."

"Then, what should we speak of?"

"Must we?"

"..."

"..."

"I've never expected to hear something like that from you."

"Oh thanks a lot for calling me a chatterbox."

"But I do like to listen to you. You always have so many wise things to say."

"Still, let me use my mouth for different things."

(after a moment)

"Yes... You certainly can do that.

"But you're going to laugh at me when I tell you... That time, in high school... It was my first kiss."

"With me?"

"With you."

"And after me?"

"There was no 'after you'."

"...Then I was right. I turned your head so much you never looked at anyone else...? I depraved a poor high-schooler for life, my fault..."

"You don't need to be so ironic. First, you turned my head much earlier, second... Believe me, in my mind I did such things with you that you wouldn't have even imagined at that point. So don't tell me about depraving. Oh gosh!"

"...What amused you?"

"I remembered one supposedly scientific report stating that an average homosexual man has some one hundred partners."

"Oh my God...!"

"Isn't it? Someone must really hard work out a quota for me... Well, there are all kind of people out there."

"Let them be... and take care... of our own... quota."

"Mmm... Mmm... Mm..."

"Are you sure no-one can hear us?"

"What?! Alain, I'm going to say it only once: shut up and forget about other people."

"I wanted to see that expression."

"You're awful... Ah! Do it again... Ah!"

"I love your clavicles."

"Mhm..."

"And your skin... it's so smooth..."

"M...hm... Ah!"

"You're wonderful..."

"Alain, I... Don't do it... I..."

"You don't want it...?"

"Damn you... I w-want..."

"Good, for I started to think you experienced some... dissociation... of your spirit and body."

"It's not fair... You know... I can't now... reply you... Aaah!"

"It's the only situation I can say something wise... Normally I have no chance with you."

"..."

"..."

"Why did you stop?"

"Talking?"

"No, damn it...!"

"I just thought I should have brought some cheesecake from Paris."

"What?! What are you thinking about? Cheesecake? What is cheesecake? And why should we need it now? What would you like to do with it?!"

"..."

"..."

"The way you said it made me feel like some pervert."

"I... No... Please... Touch me... Hurry!"

"In that case, let's do it my way... all right?"

"Your way? Ah... I'm not sure I will last."

"I believe in you."

"M...hm... But... hurry... Yes... Yesss... Mhm... More to the left..."

"Is it good now?"

"It is... Aaa...ah! Aaah! A-Alain...! OH MY GOD!"

(banging on the wall)

"Silence, dammit! People are sleeping!"

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"We're sorry...!"

"SILENCE!"

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"I hope Madame Montagne won't know about it. Hug me. Mmm. Good. Thanks..."

"Sleep well. Sweet dreams."

"They will be... sweet... You're... an icing... on my cheesecake..."

"Oh, for every..."

"Thank you for being here... Alain?"

"Yes?"

"Be here when I wake up... will you?"

"...I will. I'm not going anywhere."

"Alain?"

"Yes...?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

April - June 2015