Story timeline: Oscar has gone to the ball in a dress a short time ago
Characters: mainly Oscar and André : I don't own these characters
Fandom: Rose of Versailles
Original author: Peach
Where to find the original version: excessfanfiction, romance
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Chapter five
When they arrived in front of the door, André and Oscar both felt a little awkward.
A: "Well, I suppose I'll go sleep in the stables for tonight."
O: "Alright."
But right at the moment André wanted to leave her, Amber suddenly showed up.
Am: "What's this, is there a problem, André? You were leaving? A lovers' quarrel maybe?"
A: "… Of course not! Are you going to sleep now as well?"
Am: "Indeed I am! Oh, my room is right next to yours, Oscar! What a coincidence!"
O: "She'll stay here, until we both retreat to my room, and I even suspect her to be able to stay in the hallway all night long to see if you won't get out of the room. Let's go there together." Oscar muttered in André's ear.
Am: "Good night, love birds."
A & O: "Good night!"
Once they were in the room, André immediately walked to the balcony.
O: "What are you doing?"
A: "I wanted to see if I could possibly jump out of the window to reach the stables, but it's just too high."
O: "Amber would have seen you anyway. Her balcony is connected to ours. Isn't she watching us now, by any chance?"
A: "No, the curtains are closed." André responded after having suspiciously observed the place. But I can still try to get away by the door."
But he had barely said it, or hushed voices suddenly resounded from behind it.
Mo: "Marianne, are you sure it's alright we're doing this?"
Ma: "Be silent, Morgane, or they'll find us!"
Am: "I'm certain she's bluffing. I'm not hearing a thing."
Ma: "If you two would just shut up a little, maybe we could distinguish something if we're lucky."
O: "It seems you're condemned to stay here, André! Now, what side of the bed do you prefer?"
A: "What?"
O: "What side of the bed do you want to sleep on?"
A: "You mean we're going to sleep in the same bed?"
O: "Yes of course, why? Is that a problem for you?"
A: "…It's not decent."
O: "Yes, but we are supposed to be lovers, and if one of my sisters surprises you, sleeping on the couch, she'll ask some explanations and we'll be forced to tell the truth. And by the way, we've already slept in the same bed in the past."
A: "But we were kids back then."
O: "We haven't changed that much."
A: "You really think so? You're more naïve than I thought you were, Oscar." André mocked her.
O: "Why? Are you intending to rape me or something?"
A: "No! How can you even think I would?"
O: "So, everything is alright then, no? I'll take the window's side. If you don't like it, I'll already warn you: I don't care. You just should have chosen quicker."
Oscar took her pants of in front of an André, who had a lot of trouble to give the impression it left him cold. Oscar absolutely had heavenly legs, and André's manhood did seem to share that opinion. He closed his eyes and focused on calming down. He lied down after removing his shirt. Oscar followed soon.
Ma: "So, does anyone of you hear something?"
Mo: "Totally nothing."
Am: "I told you! She's just bluffing."
Oscar decided to react.
O: "André, cry out, now!"
A: "What?"
O: "I've told you to scream."
A: "Why should I do that?"
O: "To let my sisters think we're having…you know… I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?"
A: "WHAT?"
O:" Sssshhht!"
A: "You want me to fake an orgasm to make your sisters think we're making love?"
O: "Eh… yes." Oscar confirmed, beet-red.
A: "No way!"
O: "Please!" Oscar begged, looked at him with pleading eyes, which made André's persistence crumble.
A: "Oh, damn you Oscar!... Alright! I'll try."
O: "… Well, what are you waiting for?" Oscar whispered impatiently.
A: "Alright, alright! Don't push me like that!... Oh! Yes! Oscar! Ah, Oscar! Yes!" André shouted without a lot of confidence.
O: "Is that all? I don't have more of an effect on you? Be more convincing!"
A: "Pfff!... OOOOOOOOHHH! OOOSSSCCAAAARR!" He cried with a hoarse voice.
Oscar pinched him.
A: "Aie! What was that for?"
O: "Did you hit your head or something? My mother's here too, you know, and I don't want her to think I'm behaving like a whore!"
A: "What do you actually want from me? The first time, I wasn't convincing enough, and now I'm too much convincing? If you're such an expert, why don't you just show me how to do it?"
O: "You really don't give me a choice, do you."
A: "I have a feeling this will be getting very interesting!" said André grinning.
O: "You moron!... Oh! André! Deeper! Oh God, yes, more! More, André, more! Ahn! Yes! André! I love you! Ah, yes!"
Bizarre as it was, Oscar could perfectly simulate an orgasm, and she was so convincing it ended up exciting André a lot. To hear her cry out his name in that way didn't leave him cold at all. Instead he felt hot, very hot. Excited whispering once again rose from the other side of the door."
Mo: "I hear them!"
Am: "No! Really?"
Ma: "I heard them too!"
An: "What are you doing here, girls?"
Mo: "Angélique!"
An: "You should be ashamed to spy on your little sister like that during things concerning her private life. Now go to sleep at once, and make sure I never see you do this again!"
The doors slammed shut. They had left.
O: "So? Am I not very much more convincing than you are?"
A: "Being an expert in faking things is not something to be proud about, or even just happy. You don't know what it means to want to give yourself completely, body and soul to someone. Love can't be faked like that, and were nothing more than pathetic fools to have even tried to do it!"
André walked to the balcony. Oscar felt ashamed of herself. She went to join him a few moments later.
O: "…Are you angry now?"
A: "No!"
O: "I'm so sorry, André! I wanted to win so much from Amber, to the point that I became such a fool. I have behaved horribly to you, while you only tried to help me. Please forgive me."
A: "I've already forgotten about it!"
O: "… I'm feeling a little bit ashamed about what I just did."
A: "I hope that, at least, you won't fake it when you'll be with the one you really love!" joked André.
O: "So what are we going to do now? I mean, about this situation with Amber and so."
A: "We'll just continue playing along, but I think there are some things we have to work on."
O: "Like what?"
A: "You refuse letting me touch you, while you don't hesitate to literally jump on me when Amber provokes you just a little. If you want us to be credible, you have to let me be… more tender and physically responsive with you, or Amber will definitely end up succeeding in cornering us.
O: "All right! I promise I won't push you away anymore! You have my word!"
A: "Let's go to bed."
Oscar and André went back inside to sleep. But, the whole situation hadn't left André insensible, and Oscar soon noticed it too.
O: "André?"
A: "Yes?"
O: "Is that your elbow I feel pressing to my waist?" she timidly dared to ask, completely red, knowing very well it concerned in fact a way lower part of André's body.
A: "Oh! Excuse me, I'll turn around!" André quickly stuttered, horribly embarrassed.
O: "So, in the end, it seems we have both changed a lot. We're not children anymore." Oscar thought.
Oscar and André fell asleep a short time later. The following days promised to be very, very long.
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