It's respect. It's respect. He says it until it stops making sense. Who is he respecting by being on the couch? Therese knows that he and Celine aren't just friends. They're not here to watch, they won't know. If anything, he's disrespecting Celine by not giving her the attention she obviously wants,craves, deserves. And that last look, that last dance, their whispered conversation, the promise she made of more next time, when they're alone. She's said yes at every turn. And they deserve the alone time, don't they? Rene is up, his hand on the door knob, and he's just about to turn when he realizes what he's proposing. And almost immediately he realizes that every possible consequence is worth it. A week without her. A week supervised with her. And he needs this. He opens the door and finds candles lit with Celine sitting across the bed in sexy red lacy lingerie that nearly stops his heart. Rene almost slams the door shut and fumbles with the lock, not wanting to look away. Her curly hair is free, reaching over her shoulder, dangling just around the round curves of her breasts straining at the fabric of the lace. Her flat belly, her round hips, long legs, that lookin her eye that doesn't leave a single fantasy untouched. Finally, the lock clicks into place and he crosses the room without thinking about it. He sweeps her up into a kiss and devours her. She moans and wraps her arms around him tightly, hugging him against her before her legs wrap around him tightly. She pants and draws back, already red and panting. "I thought you'd like the lingerie." "I really do." "You barely looked." She breathes.
