Red, red wine [Stay close to me]
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"La connaissance charnelle, ma cloche."
“Just bring it home,” she says, eyes still on the TV, “And speak English. You’re in America now, Frog Boy.”
She loves his French and she hates that it makes her knees weak. She hates that he can get to her with just his voice and she hates that he knows it. She hates it even more that he gets to 75% of the female population with his voice. Oh he’s faithful, she knows that for sure. She’s not certain if it’s because of his feelings for her or his fear that she’ll kick his ass into next week.
Two hours later, she’s still curled up in his chair but she’s moved on from watching America’s Got Talent (it doesn’t) to watching A Star is Born and sipping a glass of wine. She’s changed from the blouse and skirt she wore to work into one of his shirts, French cuffs undone. Her short hair is all askew because she’s got a habit of twisting the short strands between her fingers. Sometimes she makes knots that he spends hours undoing.
The door opens and she looks up, mouth curving up into a smile that makes her dimples come out. “All stocked up on carnal knowledge?”
That grin that turns her spine to rubber slinks across his face and he holds up a new book and a bottle of wine. She holds out her glass and moves over to make room for him in the chair. Judy Garland is more his style anyway.
"La connaissance charnelle, ma cloche."
“Just bring it home,” she says, eyes still on the TV, “And speak English. You’re in America now, Frog Boy.”
She loves his French and she hates that it makes her knees weak. She hates that he can get to her with just his voice and she hates that he knows it. She hates it even more that he gets to 75% of the female population with his voice. Oh he’s faithful, she knows that for sure. She’s not certain if it’s because of his feelings for her or his fear that she’ll kick his ass into next week.
Two hours later, she’s still curled up in his chair but she’s moved on from watching America’s Got Talent (it doesn’t) to watching A Star is Born and sipping a glass of wine. She’s changed from the blouse and skirt she wore to work into one of his shirts, French cuffs undone. Her short hair is all askew because she’s got a habit of twisting the short strands between her fingers. Sometimes she makes knots that he spends hours undoing.
The door opens and she looks up, mouth curving up into a smile that makes her dimples come out. “All stocked up on carnal knowledge?”
That grin that turns her spine to rubber slinks across his face and he holds up a new book and a bottle of wine. She holds out her glass and moves over to make room for him in the chair. Judy Garland is more his style anyway.