The spaghetti dinner was delicious. Of course, the boys couldn't help making a bit of a mess, which Julie found hilarious. Several times she found herself wanting to reach over and wipe their faces off like she was their mother. But the one time she got a stray bit of sauce on her chin, all hell broke loose.

"Murph, look at our delicate little lady over there," Conner joked. "She's gotten herself all soiled."

Julie put on a bit of a glare. "Oh, you are not going there, are you?"

"The fuck does that mean," Murphy asked, slurping some noodles into his mouth.

"Look at you little pigs," she started laughing. "You guys are practically soaked in the stuff."

"D'ye that, Murph," Conner chuckled. "We're a coupla pigs."

"Aye, I heard it," Murphy nodded, a devilish look growing on his face. "Maybe we should make her at home in the sty."

Before Julie could say anything, a huge glob of spaghetti landed on her cheek. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment. She was poised to wipe it off when another one landed on her forehead. With a yelp, she frantically wiped at her face before the sauce could get in her eyes. Huffing she looked at the twins on the other end of the table. They were laughing like mad men, close to rolling on the floor. Both had a hand that was dripping with spaghetti sauce.

They were laughing too hard to notice when she got up, plate in hand. She rounded the table to them, taking two fistfuls of spaghetti and smashing them into the tops of their heads. They stopped laughing quickly and looked up at her. She unceremoniously wiped her sauce-soaked hands across their faces to clean them off, then down the fronts of their shirts for good measure. They looked stunned themselves, which made her start to giggle.

"Oh, we'll get ye back, Julie," Conner remarked darkly, wiping his face.

Murphy nodded, licking his lips. "Aye. Ye won't know when, ye won't know how, but we'll get ye."

She patted them both on the shoulders and headed to the bathroom. Once she had successfully picked out every piece of pasta that had stuck to her hair, she rejoined the boys in the main room. They had removed their shirts and thrown them into a small pile between their mattresses. Their idea of cleaning up seemed to have involved some paper towels and hair that was not entirely free of noodles. Both boys were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, a big bowl of popcorn sitting between them. They looked up as she entered in almost frightening unison.

"Come sit with us," Conner called, picking up the popcorn from the couch.

Murphy patted the now-empty space of couch. "We're watchin' a scary movie. Ye can sit between us in case ye get frightened."

Julie rolled her eyes, but went and sat between them. She held the popcorn on her lap, feeling very comfortable on the couch with the twins beside her. It was nice and warm, and she barely even noticed that they were shirtless. They reached over every once in a while to grab a handful of popcorn, munching it absently with their eyes riveted to the screen. The movie wasn't all that exciting to Julie. She had seen a few times already, so she knew exactly when to look up at either man's face to see their expression.

There was a scene when a teenage girl was trying to escape the killer by hiding behind a police officer. The killer was unphased, walking straight up to the cowering cop and ripping his head clean off. Conner jumped as the killer started chomping on the cop's cheek. Then he gave a huff. "Blood doesn't squirt out like tha' in real life."

"Pick up the gun, you twit," Murphy yelled at the screen. "Shoot 'im in the fuckin' head while he's eatin'."

A few seconds later, the girl was being ripped apart. Murphy muttered a curse and threw popcorn at the screen. "People are always fuckin' stupid in these movies."

"Well," Conner shrugged. "If they were smart they never would have opened that coffin in that witch's tomb. And there wouldn't be a movie for us to watch, now would there?"

Julie smiled as they carried on over how stupid the movie was one moment, and then were close to covering their eyes in the next. There was a scene later when the killer had chased a group of young men into the woods. One of the kids snuck up behind the killer and ran a sharp stick through his heart. The killer turned around and ripped the boys heart out, using it as a substitute for his own.

"That was fuckin' sick," Murphy blurted out.

Conner sat cringing. "Aye. It's amazing what they'll show on cable these days."

At some point during the movie, the popcorn ran out. Murphy absently tapped the empty bowl against Julie's legs. "Julie, dear, would you mind making some more?"

Julie looked up at him, insulted. He wasn't paying attention, neither was Conner when she looked at him for support. With a cluck of her tongue, she took the bowl and got off the couch. She searched all the cabinets and found the popcorn bags, throwing one in the microwave. Hearing the boys going on about how disgusting the movie was made her giggle. When the timer dinged, she poured the popcorn into the bowl and scooped some butter in, tossing it so it would mix well.

The boys looked comfortably engrossed in the movie when she returned to the couch. So, instead of sitting between them, she decided to stretch out. Laying her legs across Murphy's lap and propping herself up on her elbow over Conner's thighs, she sat the bowl in front of her stomach. Neither brother seemed to mind much. Murphy draped his arm over her hips and Conner absently petted Julie's hair.

Murphy reached for some popcorn and stuffed his mouth with it. With his mouth still full, he said "Oi, Julie, this is some good shit."

Conner grabbed a bit and munched on it. "Christ, ye've got a knack fer makin' good food."

"It's just popcorn," she laughed, shifting forward a little for more comfort, resting her head on Conner's knees, arm dangling to the floor.

Conner ran his fingers along her back while Murphy rested his hand on the back of her thighs. Even as the boys yelled at the screen, the gentle touches started to lull her into complete relaxation. She closed her eyes and dosed for a bit, letting the brothers enjoy their movie. Conner's fingers switched to combing through her hair almost at the same time Murphy started touching the skin higher and higher up her legs. It drew a soft mewling sound from her lips as she snuggled closer to Conner's knees.

Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that they were lulling her into a false sense of security. She remembered that they had promised to get her back earlier. Tensing up, she twisted onto her back, half expecting them to tumble her off the couch. They looked innocent enough, watching the screen and not paying her any attention. But she didn't trust them. Finally, Murphy gave it away by smirking.

"I knew it," Julie blurted out, sitting up on the couch.

"Honest, we weren't plannin' anything just yet," he laughed, Conner joining in. "But it's amusin' as hell ta see ye get all scared over it."

She gave a great sigh. "I'm going to bed."

They let her get up, placing the popcorn back in her place. Conner smiled up at her. "Wir lieben Sie, Süße Julie."

Julie beamed as she walked for the bedroom door. When she got there, she turned back. "Süße Träume, meine irishen Herzen."

Before she closed the door, she could hear Murphy call playfully. "Wenn Sie erschrocken sind, kommen Sie bekomen uns. Wir werden uns Ihnen beim Bett anschließen."

Julie shook her head with a giggle.

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Here are the rough translations for the end.

Wir lieben Sie, Süße Julie – We love you, sweet Julie

Süße Träume, meine irishen Herzen – Sweet dreams, my Irish hearts.

Wenn Sie erschrocken sind, kommen Sie bekomen uns. Wir werden uns Ihnen beim Bett anschließen – If you get scared, come get us. We'll join you in bed.