Disclaimer: If any of you have any idea how I could find say 1000 € to pay my debts ... Which are not related to the purchase of the rights of Glee. Apparently, even if I had enough money, Ryan is not seller. Anyway, if someone has an idea, I'm all ears.

You can stop holding your breath; the Fantastic 4 are now complete. We say welcome to the fantastic fourth please.

I don't know about you, but me, watching the beginning of season 5 there is something I wonder and don't panic, this is not really a spoiler, but since after the death of Cory, Ryan said they had already written the first two episodes and they were going to shoot them, how many there is ' deleted scenes' that have never been cut because they simply haven't been shot? How much of the scenario they were forced to change?
Well, you're welcome for the weighed down atmosphere.


Who would've believed when they met nine years earlier they'd marry someday? I checked their friends' bets, nothing about it at that time. And let's be clear, if bets of this nature appeared later, they didn't involve it'd be Sebastian who would propose. And yet, it's Sebastian who surprised Dave with a ring and a proposal, even if he has made it on bed, just after they made love, not even cleaned.
Of course Dave said yes, you didn't listen when he talked to Kurt in the hospital while they waited for Kurt and Blaine's surrogate to have given birth?
Now, here comes the funniest part of any wedding ... Preparations.
And handling the families. Complex for them as, remember, Dave's mother just disappeared from the picture when Dave announced his homosexuality, while Sebastian's has reappeared in his life when they discovered she had been Dave 's nanny. Which doesn't erase the fact that Marie, his sister's mother has so to speak raised him. Sebastian's father, he, is still that... charming man we know, a real pleasure to imagine at a wedding.
We tell them courage.


If he had known, answering yes eight months earlier, that Sebastian was going to change that much, Dave might have said no.

He had no doubt. He knew deep down that the man who shared his life for seven years was just the one he wanted to keep beside him as long as life would let him live this happiness. He wanted to ask him to marry him but knowing Sebastian, the fear of losing him had been stronger and he had hold himself back because living with the man of his life was all he wanted even if for that he had to never be married to him.

So of course, when Sebastian had taken him by surprise and asked him to officially become his husband, nothing could have made him reject the proposal.

But now, seeing Sebastian stressed as ever, to finish preparing a huge ceremony while finishing his final year of studies, along with an internship in one of the most famous of the city law firms, he almost started to regret having accepted. Maybe not regret having accepted entirely, but not to have waited at least that Sebastian would be done with his degrees and internships.

They were seeing each other briefly, between an appointment to choose the wedding cake and a business lunch of Sebastian with one of the firm's clients. He had obtained his degree brilliantly at the end of the school year and was now getting ready to take the bar exam that would allow him to officially be a lawyer. If he did well, his new professional status would be an announcement to make to all their close friends on the wedding day. He was clearly increasingly tired and the few times he had came back earlier, he would fall asleep on the couch watching whatever movies they had put on TV, or even once, he altogether had almost fell asleep on the dish that Dave had prepared for him.

And with all that, Dave could barely remember when was the last time they had had the opportunity to really be together. Sexually together. Not that he was obsessed, but still, for at least two months, probably more, nothing had happened between them. Without mentioning going all the way as they did on the day of the proposal (which might seem, to many mortals, to say the least unusual but that he had just found perfect) there had been nothing. He hadn't come under his lover's caresses and hadn't either seen him falling apart from pleasure under his touch. Nothing, not even a quick hand slipped into pants between two doors to give pleasure to the other.

To say that Dave was frustrated was an understatement. He no longer counted the times he had ended up dealing alone with the erection he had had seeing Sebastian changing to go to work, when he heard him getting angry on the phone with the caterer or florist or simply holding him in his arms, asleep in front of the TV. He was a gentleman and he didn't want to jump him, knowing he wouldn't have time to do with him everything he had in mind but he was really tired.

He was lost in his thoughts, wearing nothing but his boxer of the night, making coffee for the breakfast of Sebastian who entered at that moment, half dressed, shirtless with his hair still wet, the phone glued to his ear.

"No, I already told you, we absolutely can't change our choice of cake, my sister is allergic to peanuts. You want to kill my sister on my wedding day?" Sebastian was getting irritated as he walked up to the counter of the kitchen to pour himself a coffee without even realizing that Dave was there.

This was too much for Dave. He took the phone from Sebastian who stood dumbfounded when he heard him talk to the caterer.

"Yes, hello, the future groom speaking. I'm sorry, my husband will call you back later ... No, actually, all things considered, he won't recall you, I will do on Monday. For now, I plan to make love passionately with my boyfriend to check why I agreed to marry him ... Yes, good day to you too ... We'll talk about this cake, but no peanuts. Goodbye."

"But what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Sebastian asked who had paled during the conversation.

"Crazy about you and yes I fully intend to prove it to you, then immediately now." Dave replied, very seriously.

"Stop your nonsense, I gotta go to work."

"Um, let me solve this detail too." Dave said, scrolling through the list of contacts in Sebastian's phone. "Hello, Natalie? Yes, this is Dave, I'm sorry, but I don't think Sebastian is in a state to come to work today. I don't know, probably the caterer who made him eat something not very fresh at the tests for the wedding meal last night. I keep him warm, a good soup and he should be back to the business on Monday. Yes, I promise to tell him." and he hung up with a big smile.

"You're mad, I'm gonna get fired before being hired."

Dave snuggled against Sebastian's back, pinning him between himself and the central work plan of their kitchen, preventing him from moving and began to place kisses along his back while talking.

"In fact, not at all. They all think you overdo a little too much, they're afraid that you won't stay the distance if you keep going at this pace. In fact, Natalie even told me she supported me 100% if it wasn't really because you're sick. You have orders to take the weekend to really relax. Which I'll let you do when I'm done with you."

"But ..."

"You can stop me whenever you want." Dave whispered, giving a small jerk against Sebastian's buttocks to make him feel his erection. "But I really hope you won't, because I really, really, really want you Scar."

Since their very first time together, they were used to always be tender; always worrying more of the pleasure of the other, but that day, Dave felt within him an animal desire and he had every intention of worrying his own pleasure. He knew that Sebastian had only a word to say for him to stop everything, but in the meantime, he felt a new pleasure in taking control.

Without ceremony, he unbuttoned his future husband's pants and slid it down on his thighs. He put his right arm around his lover's waist and grabbed his cock already hard that he stroked. Sebastian was feeling himself boil. Despite the tiredness that had won him for the last few weeks, feeling how much Dave wanted him was electrifying. And he who had so much trouble losing control over things, felt overexcited to let himself go like that to be at the mercy of the lowest instincts of the man he most trusted.

Dave released Sebastian's cock and slipped his hand between them to fondle Sebastian's ass. He slid his fingers in between and touched his little hole, tearing a shiver to the man against him. He gently rubbed the entrance which reacted under his caresses. He hadn't explored it so often since the first time, they both took pleasure in this new practice, but not really needing to talk about it, it seemed it had been agreed that they would keep it occasional, as if doing it too often would make it too banal for them.

Gently, he tried to slip one of his fingers in Sebastian, but without lube, it didn't slide enough. He groaned in frustration in the neck of his lover while removing his fingers. He got an idea seeing the olive oil bottle that Eleana had brought them back from her last trip to Italy.

He quickly finished to get off Sebastian's pants and underwear and threw them in the direction of the living room, sending a few fractions of a second later his own boxer in the same direction. He grabbed the bottle of oil and spilled some between Sebastian 's cheeks, he sliped back his fingers against the opening, spreading as best he could the oil that hadn't gone crashing to the floor and again slowly sank his finger that glided a little more easily, sucked by the muscles still tight of Sebastian. He wagged his finger while attaching his lips to the skin of Sebastian's neck, right where he knew it would make his lover crazy.

Sucking the skin under his lips, nipping, licking, he added a second finger, faster than he was used to. Without protest from the man he loved, he kept going, spreading his fingers in him to stretch the ring of flesh and prepare it to receive his painful erection. Sebastian was silent under assault Dave's, but he knew it wasn't a sign that he should stop, Sebastian was never loud in bed, he had to read in his reactions, the cries of pleasure were n 't really their trademark.

Sebastian felt himself growing weaker, eager to feel totally connected to the man behind him. Especially since now that he thought about it, it had been way too long that they hadn't met, really met together. He swung his hips back toward Dave's fingers.

"Eager I can see." Dave whispered in the ear of his lover pulling off his fingers. "Let me take care of you." he added, taking up the bottle of oil to coat his cock without worrying too much about what flowed down. They could clean up later.

A little voice told him that he hadn't taken enough time preparing Sebastian and that he might hurt him, but the animal desire that seemed to have taken possession of his body was stronger. And another voice also told him that if Sebastian was hurt or felt uncomfortable, he would say it. He presented his cock against the entrance of his partner and putting his hands on hips Sebastian's, he slowly pushed into him, groaning. He sank slowly, taking care to stop before crossing the limit of what his man could bear. Even in this withdrawal, he was almost bestial but still wanted to give pleasure to Sebastian, not hurt him.

He stopped his movements as much to give Sebastian the time to adjust as to cool off a little not to come too quickly after waiting for so long. For his part, Sebastian was discovering delightfully the pleasure of letting that man he loved more than anything taking full control, to put his quivering body in his hands, to have complete trust in him to bring him pleasure.

Dave was about to begin a back and forth, but he was missing something. This position began to be very uncomfortable for him. Not physically, their similar sizes and his muscles trained through years of playing football allowed them to make very possible to hold the position. No, what made him uncomfortable; it was to not be able to delve into his lover's eyes, to not see his features distorted under the effect of desire.

He pulled off, picked Sebastian bridal style and went to the large dining room table. He put Sebastian on the ground, angrily pushed the chairs that bothered him before to again raise his lover to put him on the edge of the table. He slid between his thighs; Sebastian put his arms around the neck of Dave who kissed him feverishly before pushing him gently but firmly.

"Lie down." he growled before grabbing Sebastian's legs to lift them and place them against his chest. He ran the spread body of his partner from the fingertips, barely touching his erect cock. "I can't wait all of this to be mine, you're so beautiful."

He took his own cock in hand and stroked it a little before represent against Sebastian's entrance and penetrated him again with a slightly harder thrust. Dave's cock must have had brushed an area it had never explored because Sebastian felt flooded by a wave of unprecedented pleasure and he couldn't restrain a little cry of surprise.

"Oh fuck."

"I hurt you?" Dave worried, not daring to move, suddenly a worried look on his face.

"Do again just that." Sebastian replied, shaking his head to make him understand that he hadn't, with a small smile on his lips.

Dave slowly backed hips before plunging again with a thrust, tearing a new cry of pleasure to his man. That he was surprised by this reaction was quite beneath the truth, but he could read in the eyes of Sebastian that everything was fine so he just did it again, withdrawing slowly to have only the tip of his cock still in Sebastian before sinking deep into him. And every thrust saw another cry escape Sebastian's lips.

"Yes, just like that Pooky feels so good. Your cock feels good." Sebastian hurled between cries of pleasure.

And oh, that too, it was a surprise. They had the habit to talk after, to take the time to say what they had liked and least liked. And it was like that that being together was getting better each time, but they didn't talk during. It was like that between them, the way it worked since years. Strangely (or maybe not, it depends on the points of view) it was a pleasant surprise. Dave was not sure he would like Sebastian to be that vocal every time in the future, but for just this time, it seemed totally fit in with his sudden little takeover and he felt galvanized by it all.

"Just like that huh Scar?" Dave said thrusting once again, making Sebastian cry. "You like me to take you like that."

Sebastian wondered if he had dreamed the first time, but then he was sure: Dave had begun to growl like a bear while his cock was going to hit repeatedly in the area in him that made him see stars and seemed to be directly connected to his vocal cords since he seemed no longer able to stop screaming every time his lover sank into him. Really, that was all new and Dave's bestial grunting only increased his arousal. His own cock stretched against his stomach almost hurt him, asking for attention and yet he didn't dare to reach it with one of his hands, wanting to totally surrender to the man to whom he gave all his trust.

"Touch me; please I want to feel your hands on me." Sebastian asked in an almost pleading tone.

Dave slid his hands along Sebastian's thighs; he stroked his sides, and then with his fingertips, traced the scar along Sebastian's belly, the scar that the two men had learned to love together because it symbolized how lucky they were to have found each other after the hardships they had been through. He stroked Sebastian's arms, tight from clinging to the edge of the table. They didn't really look at each other in the eye as they used to, lost in these new pleasures they discovered together.

Dave caressed the entire body of Sebastian sliding his hands on every inch of skin he could reach but never touching the place where the young man desperately wanted them. Some kind of sob escaped Sebastian's lips before he talked again.

"Pooky ... please ... I need ... your hands ... please." Sebastian tried to express, desperate.

"Yes Scar, tell me. What do you want me to do? "

"Jerk me off." Sebastian dropped in a little cry.

The young teacher took then the painful erection of his man in hand and began to stroke it at the almost painfully slow but ample pace of his hips. The relief he saw on his face lover's encouraged him. He began to speed up his thrusts, almost not pulling off at all, speeding in the same way his hand on Sebastian's dick, stroking the head with the tip of the thumb.

"You're so handsome like that Scar, screaming for me. Begging for more. Come for me my love."

The future lawyer could feel his whole body burning. The man of his life's dick didn't seem to leave at all the small area which threatened to send him to seventh heaven any minute now, merely just rubbing it again and again. He thought that all the neighbors should hear his screams mingled with Dave's groans, but at this moment he couldn't worry about it less. If he was totally honest, in fact, it only turned him on more.

After a few more seconds to speed up his movement, Dave felt the body beneath his vibrating while Sebastian yelled something resembling his name, spilling long burning spurts on his fingers, across their chests and bellies. The muscles contracted so hard around his cock, he was forced to stop his thrusts and the spasms massaging his cock without any control from the two men sent him in his turn to the brink where he slid, filling Sebastian of his seed, the name of his lover on his lips.

One second, Dave freaked, he hadn't taken time to use a condom and didn't even made sure that Sebastian was ready for that. He sought the eyes of his future husband, worried about his reaction. He found them and when the other man smiled, eyes twinkling, he smiled back. They stared each other in the eyes for a few minutes, gradually recovering their breath and minds, broad smiles on their lips.

"Wow, that was ..." Dave began, searching visibly how to finish the sentence.

"Rather unexpected?" Sebastian said without knowing if he helped Dave to finish his sentence, or if it was just all he had to say.

They were still in the same position, Dave's cock slowly regaining its initial state, still stuck in Sebastian.

"You could say it like that, yes, I think. You had me a little scared at first. All the neighbors must have heard you scream." Dave joked, patting Sebastian's thighs still resting against his chest.

"Oh yes, because you think they won't have heard your grunts maybe?" Sebastian replied, giving a pat on one of Dave's hands.

The latter took advantage to take his hand in his, entwining their fingers. He pulled off slowly out of Sebastian but without changing anything else in their position.

"How do you feel?" he asked his future husband.

"A little empty." Sebastian joked. "And I think my thighs would quite appreciate if you let me rest my legs."

Dave smiled, stepping back slightly, his hand still in the Sebastian's, just letting space for Sebastian to slide his legs around his waist instead, using Dave's hand as leverage to straighten up. Sebastian pulled him to him, tightening the grip of his thighs around his waist, ran his free hand into his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I never felt so good." Sebastian eventually truthfully answered, gluing his forehead against the other man's. "And you?"

"You're sure because you know ... well, I came into you and I wasn't sure if ... I mean, we didn't talk about it again. I should have pulled off before ..." Dave stammered, uncertain.

"I'm sure." Sebastian stated, sliding his hand from the neck to the cheek of the teacher. "I probably would have never been ready if you had asked me but actually, it is rather not that bad as a sensation. Maybe not every time, but we'll have to do it again. And this position, it seems that it's just the one we needed and the legendary magic spot might not be so legendary in the end."

"To be avoided when we're at my father's still, the magic spot makes you not discreet at all."

"Oh stop, you loved it. You growled. You've never worn as well your nickname Pooky."

"Yes, it's true, I loved it. I love you Scar."

Sebastian gently tightened his fingers around Dave's. It was more or less the way he had got used to meet the displays of affection of the man of his life, always less swift to put his feelings into words, he always conveyed them by a small physical closeness accompanied with a smile. Dave knew it and never expected to hear the words back; he had only to look into Sebastian's eyes to know the feelings were there.

"I love you Pooky." he whispered eventually, surprising himself as much as the man in front of him.

Dave hugged Sebastian, pasting him a bit more against him, without worrying too much about all the fluids that were mixing against their skins and all over the floor and table.

"We shouldn't do it too often, your 'magic spot' isn't connected only to your vocal cords it seems; it makes you hopelessly romantic to have me in you." Dave joked with a half smile.

"If we have to go through this so that I can tell you how important you are to me, I'm willing to do it every night."

"Pervert." Dave whispered in his future husband's ear while stroking his back.

"That's why you love me." Sebastian replied playfully. "But now, we're absolutely yucky. You carry me to the shower? I'm not sure I can walk now."

Dave took Sebastian's arms to tie them around his neck, he wrapped an arm behind his back, holding him firmly and gently slid his other hand under Sebastian's ass to lift him hoping not to hurt him. Sebastian clinging to him like a baby koala bear to his mother, he went to the bathroom. He wanted to carefully lay him down on the floor but Sebastian tightened his grip and refused to break away from his future husband.

"No, don't leave me please."

"Okay, okay." Dave said with a smirk, starting the shower.

Delicately, Dave washed his fiancé who was clinging to him like a child. Everything was tender, slow, delicate, and sensual. A real change from what had happened in the living room, but they were quite used to be very different from what was expected of them together. And it was a very welcome change for them both. They sometimes fondly kissed between two caresses. When they were both clean, Dave turned off the shower and carried Sebastian out.

"Even though I don't really feel like dropping you now, you still should let me put you down just time to get us dry."

"Don't want to."

"Come on, be reasonable Scar. I promise I'll take you back right after okay?"

"You'll take me huh? Is that a threat or a promise?"

"You really think only about that eh, my future husband perverse."

"What? You don't think about it maybe? For ages we had done nothing."

"It's true, I admit, I think about it a lot too. Come on; let me put you down so we can go back to bed."

Sebastian let him do it with an adorable pout that melted Dave. He wiped his man with all the sweetness he was capable of. A slight grimace as he passed around his ass, alarmed him a little.

"You're in pain, I've been too rough."

"No, I mean, yes I'm a little hurt. Well, I'm a little sore rather. And it was worth it, you made me reach seventh heaven."

Dave finished to dry himself and pressed his man against him to once again kiss him lovingly. Sebastian took the opportunity to tighten his arms around his future husband's neck and move one of his legs around his waist. Dave slid his arms around his waist, holding him well against him while Sebastian clung back to him like a baby koala bear. Dave carried him to the bedroom and carefully laid him down in bed.

"I must call back the caterer." Sebastian muttered.

"Oh no, out of question. Thou, you rest. We enjoy our weekend together, if I have to tie you up for that, I'll tie you. And from now on, I take the wedding preparations in hand. You need to slow down a little bit, you've too much in charge, it's about time that I relieve you."

"It's still a promise?" Sebastian asked obviously struggling against sleep that was wining him.

"Whatever you wish, my love, but for now, you need to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too." Sebastian whispered before falling asleep in the arms of the man he loved.

He woke up a few hours later alone in bed but had no time to wonder why; Dave was entering, armed with a tray of scrambled eggs, grilled bacon and fresh toasts with two cups of coffee and two glasses of orange juice. The young teacher hadn't bothered to put a boxer on and was naked as the day he was born.

"I thought you'd probably be hungry. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, but the man of my life was gone when I woke up." Sebastian replied sulkily.

Dave put the tray on the nightstand time to settle down under the sheets with Sebastian then took it back on his lap.

"Well, you gotta eat."

"I'm not hungry, I just want you." Sebastian said sticking against Dave.

"Don't be a child. If you graciously eat all your plate, I promise, you can do whatever you want with me."

"You make a lot of promises today. I must call back the caterer; I've only to do that while you eat."

"What you haven't understood exactly in the sentence 'I take the wedding preparations in hand'? I deal with it now and I'm sure Monday will be early enough for us to agree on a new cake that won't risk the lives of the guests."

"I don't mean to offend you, but I am not convinced that you're the type to plan a wedding."

"First, failed, I'm offended. Two, don't worry, I already called Kurt while I was making breakfast. I have interdiction to even think about looking for suits for us, he said he'd take care of it, your only job will be to be here for fittings he 'll plan, I'm banned from the apartment at that time, same for you when I'll be trying mine."

"Wait, you dragged Kurt into this? Have you lost your mind?"

"Not at all. If there's someone who can organize a wedding, it's him."

"I warn you if Adam drool on the invitations, I make a scene."

"I count on you for that, my love, but just relax, everything will be okay. You, you focus on your internship, on your bar exam and on your wonderful future husband. Kurt and I, we take care of the big day. Actually, Kurt and Blaine and me. And the Fantastic Four also apparently."

"Blaine? The Fantastic Four? Have you called all of New York and all of Chicago to help you?"

"For pity's sake, no, I refuse that Rachel Berry put her nose in there. You'd have to kill me before I marry you, impossible. And yes, the Fantastic Four will take care of managing guests and Blaine was nominated Lord of the Rings by Kurt."

"Lord of the Rings?" Sebastian asked, laughing.

" Kurt's words, I swear. That means that Blaine will come a few days here and help me find exactly the wedding rings we need. Now stop thinking about that and eat." Dave answered, moving a piece of bacon in front of his fiancé's mouth.

Sebastian made a little pout but quickly replaced it by a smile and opened his mouth to bite into the meat. They ate everything that the tray contained, Sebastian letting Dave feed him, sticking as much as possible against him. Once the tray empty, Dave put it next to the bed and leaned back under the covers, attracting Sebastian against him and kissed him tenderly.

"Hey, what's happening? Why this face?" Dave asked, seeing Sebastian frown when they parted.

"There's something I wanna talk to you about but ..."

"But what? You know you can tell me whatever you want Scar. What there is in that pretty head of yours?"

"I'd like to take your name." Sebastian dropped. "When we get married. I mean, we didn't talk about it I know. And it was like obvious we were going to be called Karofsky Smythe or Smythe Karofsky but ... I just want to take your name, well, if you agree of course. We'll do as you wish as long as we are together ..."

"Why?" Dave asked looking at Sebastian in the eye. "I'm not saying that I disagree or that I agree either but ... Why do you want to drop your family name to take mine?"

"Because it's a family name precisely. If it must point the family to which I belong, it seems only natural to have your name. I've been a Smythe for 26 years but I never more feel part of a family than when I'm with you. I feel more accepted as a family member by your distant cousins than I've ever been by my own father. You are my family; I just want everyone to know."

Dave tightened his grip on the man of his life.

"Okay, you can bear my name. Sebastian Karofsky ... Strangely, it sounds almost better than Sebastian Smythe now that I think about it."

"Sebastian Onesto Karofsky. I can never have the same name as mama, but at least I know that she's the one who gave me my middle name."

"Stop making fun. It's not my fault if ..."

"If you're the only person I know to have two completely heterosexual mothers without a dad."

"Ah well yes, necessarily, you know Un papa, Une maman... [1]"

"Yes, I know, even in France, there are idiots who think that being a parent happens naturally when you gave your genes and not otherwise. They are so wrong. You're a living proof, Kurt and Carole are living proofs and Burt and Finn have proved it as well. A dad or mom is the one who stood up at night to feed you, who changed your diapers, who have watched you when you were sick, who have supported you, who oversaw you to do your homework, who had have this very embarrassing conversation with you to make sure your sex life starts in the best conditions possible, who accepts you as you are, who doesn't hesitate to tell you when you do something stupid, but keeps loving you anyway. And most importantly, it's the one who will walk proudly by your side the day you marry the person you love, regardless of the gender of that person."

"Wow, breathe. How long have you been preparing that one?"

"A while."

"It's weird. If you look closely, Marie is closer to being my mom than Eleana. But at the same, I'm happy to have caught up with her. And I have a hard time to imagine not having her by my side that day. Does it make sense? How am I supposed to choose? Because I don't imagine it without Marie either."

"Who said you had to choose? You have two arms. They've already met and they love each other. I already have the picture in my mind. Me in front of the officiant, our groomsmen and grooms maids in line on each side and you three walking up the aisle. And you know what there is in the mind of the one who waits you at the end of the aisle at that moment?"

"No, but I can feel you're gonna tell me."

"I'm so happy right now."

"You know what there is in the head of the one walking up the aisle to you?"

"No, but you're gonna tell me."

"I'm so happy right now. And I'll be my whole life because I'm going to spend it with the most wonderful man on earth."

"No, it's impossible I'm the one who will spend my life with the most wonderful man on earth." Dave joked.

"Silly you."

"Yourself."

"So about your promises to take me and relieve me ..." Sebastian began suggestively.

"You really think of nothing else."

"Not my fault, my future husband is too sexy and he forced me to take my weekend off."

"And he's been right, I support him 200%. Come over here my future husband, so that I keep my promises."

The promise was kept again seven times that weekend. Smoothly, with a lot of fondness and love. They also spent time just to cuddle while watching TV, time to cook one of Eleana's recipes, time to go for a walk in the park, time to talk about everything and nothing. They spent the weekend just to get together, alone in their little bubble of happiness to just be together without thinking about anything else.

Contrary to what one might think, instead of being desperate to have to leave each other when Monday came, they felt reinvigorated by this time together and were more than ready to face another week.


[1] This refers to a slogan that have been used in demonstrations during the discussion about the law project for marriage equality in France that said ''Un papa, Une maman, on ne ment pas aux enfants'' (A dad, A mom, don't lie to children). It was against allowing adoption to same sex couples under the excuse that only a man and a woman can properly raise children. What I think about that would be too long for a footer note, but to sum up, I disagree with that slogan.


I know , the fourth fantastic has only made a brief appearance. But I promise it's not the last time she appears. She's the fourth fantastic nonetheless I remind you. The first three being, in order of appearance Jenny, Lisa and Magali. And I also promise an explanation of how they became'' the Fantastic 4'' very soon.

And with that, I'm going to hide in a hole, that fiction becomes too sexual for my taste. And no Nanou, you didn't win, I had already written this chapter there's a very long time. Anyway, only two chapters after that, one of which is almost written and the last ... Well, I see the possibility that the last is a bit long and therefore ends up being two chapters, but the end is near.