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titusnowl"Finally, that's over - fuckin' tango, God my feet hurt. 'Least we only did one number - didn't do that other one, with the voulez-vous coucher avec moi." The Scout looks at the Spy with something like pride. "I know what *that* fuckin' means. D'you wanna sleep with me?"
Marie just looks amused. "Oui, and eet ees a very good t'ing to say, eef you are a prostitute."
"How come?" Michael asks, sort of indignantly.
"Vous ees how you say you to a stranger, someone you do not know very well. Eef you know zem well enough to ask zem zat question, you should know zem well enough for tutoyer, non?"
Michael is rather uncomfortably aware that he was couchering avec Marie for an awfully long time when he still would've said vous, and covers it up by demanding, "OK, smartass, what would *you* say, then?"
He really should've seen this coming, of course - Marie closing the distance between them, murmuring his answer into his ear - "Je veux te baiser."
Michael gets his hands between them, on Marie's chest, willing himself not to go all stupid and loose-kneed like a fucking girl, like he does every fucking time the cockfag talks his Frog at him. "What's it mean?"
"I want to fuck you. Et c'est vrai - tous les jours, mon petit poulain, avec tes jambes longues pour envelloper de ma taille - "
"Nngh." Not just the French, but the *hands* - fucking feeling him up's what he's doing -
"Si je pourrais, je te maintiendrais dans mon lit, tout à moi - "
"Fff - you do this on purpose - "
"Bien sur, mon amour - ils sont trop delicieux, tes réactions."
"'s not fair - !" He's such a *girl* -
"Oui - c'est ça qui le rend très amusant, mon coeur."
"I don't - guh! I don't even know what you're *saying* - "
"J'ai offert de toi enseigner, petit."
"This is not a conversation!"
"Non." That goddamn grin of his, and he's pressing him back toward the bed. "Comme j'ai dit - je veux te baiser, oui?"
Later - of course that "bezzay" thing isn't in "French for Dummies," it's too busy explaining how to buy a pound of green beans to teach you anything useful, but he finds the other part in the index in the back and immediately decides he hates this language for serious. The verb is "vouloir," the conjugation is retardedly complicated, and their stupid pronunciation guide sounds nothing like how Marie says it. But he reads the chart over and commits it to memory and writes the whole sentence phonetically in the margin outside it and feels like the world's biggest fag the whole time.
Marie just looks amused. "Oui, and eet ees a very good t'ing to say, eef you are a prostitute."
"How come?" Michael asks, sort of indignantly.
"Vous ees how you say you to a stranger, someone you do not know very well. Eef you know zem well enough to ask zem zat question, you should know zem well enough for tutoyer, non?"
Michael is rather uncomfortably aware that he was couchering avec Marie for an awfully long time when he still would've said vous, and covers it up by demanding, "OK, smartass, what would *you* say, then?"
He really should've seen this coming, of course - Marie closing the distance between them, murmuring his answer into his ear - "Je veux te baiser."
Michael gets his hands between them, on Marie's chest, willing himself not to go all stupid and loose-kneed like a fucking girl, like he does every fucking time the cockfag talks his Frog at him. "What's it mean?"
"I want to fuck you. Et c'est vrai - tous les jours, mon petit poulain, avec tes jambes longues pour envelloper de ma taille - "
"Nngh." Not just the French, but the *hands* - fucking feeling him up's what he's doing -
"Si je pourrais, je te maintiendrais dans mon lit, tout à moi - "
"Fff - you do this on purpose - "
"Bien sur, mon amour - ils sont trop delicieux, tes réactions."
"'s not fair - !" He's such a *girl* -
"Oui - c'est ça qui le rend très amusant, mon coeur."
"I don't - guh! I don't even know what you're *saying* - "
"J'ai offert de toi enseigner, petit."
"This is not a conversation!"
"Non." That goddamn grin of his, and he's pressing him back toward the bed. "Comme j'ai dit - je veux te baiser, oui?"
Later - of course that "bezzay" thing isn't in "French for Dummies," it's too busy explaining how to buy a pound of green beans to teach you anything useful, but he finds the other part in the index in the back and immediately decides he hates this language for serious. The verb is "vouloir," the conjugation is retardedly complicated, and their stupid pronunciation guide sounds nothing like how Marie says it. But he reads the chart over and commits it to memory and writes the whole sentence phonetically in the margin outside it and feels like the world's biggest fag the whole time.
