the answer, Georges added, "You?"
"One guy, for a very short time. He was.... A horrible little shit, really. And two girls."
"You like girls?"
"And boys. I like boys more, I think, but girls seem to be more mature. It's always easier to get to the point quicker with them."
"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with girls.... Liking girls. Sarah prefers women. She and Justine are together, even though Justine's married to Fabien. They share a house, the three of them, I suppose it's more efficient." Georges was babbling, and proving Maxine's point. He would understand, soon enough.
"Let's eat. I'm starving." Maxine tore off a chunk of bread and released the lid from the jar of pate. "And we're going to need a lot of energy later."
* * *
"I think we wore him out." Veronique said, stroking Luke's hair until it was nearly neat, then checking the blanket was over his shoulders.
From downstairs, and along the landing, there were the sounds of the last of the orphans and foundlings being put to bed. When they had found out about the confrontation at the wagons, Tony and Veronique had volunteered to stay in the chalet, in case the antagonism toward outsiders extended to the youngsters. They had also read the blatant body language between Maxine and Georges, and found an excuse to get out of their way. A little rearranging had garnered them this small room in the chalet, with just enough space for them and the little boy everyone now accepted as theirs.
"We wore him out? It was a close run thing." Tony stretched, and held in a yawn. He was topless, and, in the half light of the setting sun, his muscle definition was highlighted as shadows. Veronique walked over to him, just to run her hands over his chest. "There best hadn't be any trouble tonight. If anyone wakes me, they're going to hear some language before I shoot them."
"Take your clothes off. You'll be even more scary if you're naked while you shout at them." Veronique's hand had dropped to the front of Tony's trousers, and now gently cupped him. Her other hand was releasing the buttons of the long nightshirt she wore.
"What if we wake the boy?" Tony's body wasn't showing the same uncertainty as his voice.
Veronique had released all the buttons, and now her shirt hung open at the front, a thin sliver of light showing the naked skin underneath. "We'll just have to be quiet." Both her hands moved to opening the front of Tony's trousers.
"I can manage that. I'm not so sure about you." Tony whispered. She kissed him for his cheek. He ran fingers up Veronique's thighs, opening the shirt.
"I'll just have to learn. Just because we're adopting Luke, doesn't mean I don't want to try to give him a little sister."
Veronique helped Tony out of his trousers, then pushed him back onto the bed. He stretched out as she shrugged out of the nightshirt and climbed on top of him. Holding his shaft almost daintily, she moved above him until she had him on target, then sank down his length. She bit her lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. With Tony supporting her weight, she started moving her hips up and down, but had to drop forward and kiss him hard to smother the sounds she wanted to make.
* * *
He may have lacked experience, but Georges had plenty of imagination.
They had had talked long after their meal was finished, until the light had faded. There was just enough illumination from the nearly settled sun for them to see each other's expressions and the desaturated details of the big room around them. Maxine reached under her chair and produced a solar lamp she had stashed there earlier. With a twist of the top, it lit up, and they blinked at its brightness.
Taking the lamp by its handle, Maxine stood and offered her other hand to Georges. He happily followed her across the room, until she stopped before the mattress. She looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, "Can you unzip this for me. I could do it myself, but I'd have to pull some strange shapes."
Georges
"One guy, for a very short time. He was.... A horrible little shit, really. And two girls."
"You like girls?"
"And boys. I like boys more, I think, but girls seem to be more mature. It's always easier to get to the point quicker with them."
"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with girls.... Liking girls. Sarah prefers women. She and Justine are together, even though Justine's married to Fabien. They share a house, the three of them, I suppose it's more efficient." Georges was babbling, and proving Maxine's point. He would understand, soon enough.
"Let's eat. I'm starving." Maxine tore off a chunk of bread and released the lid from the jar of pate. "And we're going to need a lot of energy later."
* * *
"I think we wore him out." Veronique said, stroking Luke's hair until it was nearly neat, then checking the blanket was over his shoulders.
From downstairs, and along the landing, there were the sounds of the last of the orphans and foundlings being put to bed. When they had found out about the confrontation at the wagons, Tony and Veronique had volunteered to stay in the chalet, in case the antagonism toward outsiders extended to the youngsters. They had also read the blatant body language between Maxine and Georges, and found an excuse to get out of their way. A little rearranging had garnered them this small room in the chalet, with just enough space for them and the little boy everyone now accepted as theirs.
"We wore him out? It was a close run thing." Tony stretched, and held in a yawn. He was topless, and, in the half light of the setting sun, his muscle definition was highlighted as shadows. Veronique walked over to him, just to run her hands over his chest. "There best hadn't be any trouble tonight. If anyone wakes me, they're going to hear some language before I shoot them."
"Take your clothes off. You'll be even more scary if you're naked while you shout at them." Veronique's hand had dropped to the front of Tony's trousers, and now gently cupped him. Her other hand was releasing the buttons of the long nightshirt she wore.
"What if we wake the boy?" Tony's body wasn't showing the same uncertainty as his voice.
Veronique had released all the buttons, and now her shirt hung open at the front, a thin sliver of light showing the naked skin underneath. "We'll just have to be quiet." Both her hands moved to opening the front of Tony's trousers.
"I can manage that. I'm not so sure about you." Tony whispered. She kissed him for his cheek. He ran fingers up Veronique's thighs, opening the shirt.
"I'll just have to learn. Just because we're adopting Luke, doesn't mean I don't want to try to give him a little sister."
Veronique helped Tony out of his trousers, then pushed him back onto the bed. He stretched out as she shrugged out of the nightshirt and climbed on top of him. Holding his shaft almost daintily, she moved above him until she had him on target, then sank down his length. She bit her lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. With Tony supporting her weight, she started moving her hips up and down, but had to drop forward and kiss him hard to smother the sounds she wanted to make.
* * *
He may have lacked experience, but Georges had plenty of imagination.
They had had talked long after their meal was finished, until the light had faded. There was just enough illumination from the nearly settled sun for them to see each other's expressions and the desaturated details of the big room around them. Maxine reached under her chair and produced a solar lamp she had stashed there earlier. With a twist of the top, it lit up, and they blinked at its brightness.
Taking the lamp by its handle, Maxine stood and offered her other hand to Georges. He happily followed her across the room, until she stopped before the mattress. She looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, "Can you unzip this for me. I could do it myself, but I'd have to pull some strange shapes."
Georges
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