You can not take back love!

Beeing reasonable is easy to say!

Fran and Maxwell lie in each other's arms and their kiss gets more and more passionate. Neither of them wants to let go of each other. They fall onto the couch and their hands longingly run along each other's body. They begin to undress each other. Maxwell's fingers gently brush over Fran's breasts and caress them. Fran sighs contentedly and moans as Maxwell begins to caress her breasts with his tongue. With every second she feels the tension inside her dissolves. Secretly, she has longed for this. To feel and touch him.

Maxwell also feels his arousal growing. He admits to himself that he couldn't have lasted one second longer without her. With their hands and tongues, they go on exploration tour and coddle each other. Their actions are guided just by their love, passion and their desire. Finally, they both can't take it anymore. They feel the time has come.

Fran sits on Maxwell's lap while he slowly enters her. They both enjoy the feeling of being united again. They make love passionately and full of devotion. They embrace each other tightly and their bodies rub against each other. Maxwell lips search once more for Frans breasts, which drives her nearly over the edge. With soft touches her fingers wander his back along all way down. She looks deep into his eyes, both see the love and the certain sparkle in the other's eyes. They sink into a passionate kiss. Finally both experience the ultimate climax.

They are overwhelmed by such a flood of feelings that they almost cannot bear it. They remain in a close embrace and enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking. Maxwell strokes Frans back softly.
"I love you Fran!
“And I love you Max!
They lie down on the couch and Fran snuggles into his arm.

For a while they lie together on the couch, snuggled up and caress each other. But suddenly Fran stares at Maxwell and she realizes what they have done. Mortified, she breaks away from him and sits up. Maxwell immediately notices Fran's changed behavior and looks at her with concern. She has buried her face in her hands and makes gurgling noises. At first he doesn't know whether she is laughing or crying. He pulls himself up. He also feels the guilt again. They start quickly to get dressed again.

“I better go now!” says Fran after she is fully dressed again.
"Wait!" Maxwell tries to stop her. "We need to talk. This can't go on like this."
They sit down on the couch again, but no one really knows what to say. Fran can no longer stand the silence.
“You wanted to talk, so say something!”
"I... I don't really know how to say it." Maxwell stutters. "Actually...originally I asked you to come over to tell you that we need to draw a line under what happened between us the other night." Fran laughs.
"That worked out great. To be honest, I also had the intention to come here and tell you it's over." Now Maxwell can't suppress his chuckle.
“That worked very well too.”
"And now?"

Fran looks at Maxwell confused. Tears flash up in her eyes. Maxwell takes her in his arms and tries to comfort her.
"Hey my love, don't cry. Everything will be fine. I don't know how, but somehow we will work it out."
He wipes away her tears and she snuggles up to him.
“Hold me tight!”

Fran and Maxwell look deep into each other's eyes and in spite of everything they fall into each other's arms. Tenderly and full of love they exchange sweet little kisses over and over again. Fran's fingers stroke his hair while he plays with her curls. The doorbell tears them out of their dream world. Both jump up in shock. Maxwell wants to get a look, but Fran grabs his hand.
“Let it ring.”
"I just want to see who it is."
Maxwell sneaks quietly to the entrance area to look through the glass front. When he sees who is standing outside by the door he hurries back into the living room horrified.
“Who is it?” Fran asks, whispering.
“It’s Nigel!”
Fran's eyes widen in horror.