Companion To Paris
For Paris and Biema

Paris was in the bathroom washing her face because it was bedtime. His face looked at the mirror while shrinking. Scrubbing his face slowly and then rinsing it off. Then he gargled and spewed the used water into the sink.

"Call? Why should I call Biema by another name ... It's not that Biema's name is pretty cool either" murmured Paris in front of the mirror. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Biema appeared behind him.

"I think the bathroom door is unlocked is your code" Biema said.

"Code? What code?" ask Paris confused.

"Husband and wife code" Biema flat said. Paris snorting. This man took the facial wash and took out a few centimeters of beige on top of his palm.

"You're always going that way."

"My Pie" Biema said flatly to the mirror in front of them.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to call me, My Pie?" biema asked while rubbing the cream on her palm.

"I was just kidding. Don't take it seriously."

"I like it." After saying that Biema rubbed her face with beige in her hands which was already foaming a lot.

"I don't like it." Paris insists. Biema started rubbing the frothy beige on her face. After that, rinse with water.

"Why did you mention My Pie?"

"I said I was kidding. I called you My Pie."

"So what do you want to call in front of you?"

"Om Biema?"

"Am I that old, so you call me om?" take a special towel for the face in a small closet attached to the wall near the mirror. Suddenly Paris hugged this man's waist from behind. Biema was a little surprised to never receive a hug from behind by Paris. His hands that rubbed his face stopped. But he tried to be ordinary. Because they do not want to throw away the sweet moments that might be done Paris unconsciously.

"My Sugar Daddy ...," said Paris, sticking her head against Biema's back.

"Stop making weird calls" Biema protested. Paris laughed at Biema's protest.

"Honestly, I don't know what to call you except your name. To me calling you comfortably is already a blessing. I who used to be annoyed with you for choosing to make me your wife, now actually like when I hear your name called by my own lips. Biema. From there I understood that I really liked you." Paris tightened her embrace. Biema's hand rubbed Paris's arm gently.

"I don't have a problem with that name either. To be called by your lips is also a beautiful thing for me. That means you acknowledge my existence." Biema said that while looking at the mirror. Paris moved her head looking at this man from the side.

Biema smiled as she placed the wet towel on the edge of the sink. Turn her body to face Paris.

"Call me as you please as long as you have me in your heart, I don't care. Especially when we do. I obviously want my name yelled at by your lips" Biema whispered as she kissed Paris on the neck. This girl squinted her eyes feeling the rush of Biema.

"Stop. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow is still a test. Don't mess up my schedule." Biema ducked while slipping her hands behind Paris' knees. Then carry the body of this girl. Sontak made Paris screech in surprise. "Hey! You promised you wouldn't do it. I could be tormented to know!" paris protests.

"No. I promised I wouldn't bother you. I'm just taking you to the bedroom."

"All right." The man carried her to the bedroom. Slowly Paris touched Biema's cheek line. Then kiss her cheeks quickly. Biema's leg stopped.

"What's that?" ask Biema.

"I love that simple call." Biema continued her steps towards the room. When the man was about to put Paris' body on the bed, he also gave a sweet kiss to Paris.

"You imitate" accused Paris of pointing to Biema.

"I'm just giving you back for your sweet kiss." Biema smiled and moved away from the bed. Go to the closet. Opening shirt. While Paris sees Biema's voluptuous back.

"Don't look at me like that. Because you can't control yourself and interrupt your rest schedule." Biema knew that her little wife was looking at her naked back.

Uhhh ... Paris growling. Then thinning the irritated lips. Shaking his head, throwing away whatever was on his mind just now. Though I was very close to that nice back, but I had to endure for the sake of the comfort of my brain and heart while doing the exam.

Paris prepared her body properly for sleep. He took a roll and hugged her while facing the wall. Suddenly the powerful arms pulled his body making Paris fail to close his eyes.

For a moment his breath choked. His eyes were round looking at the beautiful scene in front of him. Biema smiled thinly. His body was perfectly exposed because it was not covered by anything. He was just wearing shorts.

"I can still hold you, right?" ask Biema.

"Ah, yes ... That's all it can be" said Paris. Why just hug? the grunt of Paris in the heart. Biema. Paris closed her eyes with Biema's masculine body scent on her nose. "You stink."

"really?" biema asked in surprise.

"You're a man I love. I liked. Make it at home," said Paris continued. This time he opened his eyes and looked up. Biema pinched this girl's nose because of the snarl. Then hugged Paris' body with anxiety.

"I don't know since when my little wife likes to fight." Biema shook her head in disbelief.

"Not since you've been your wife?"

"really? I don't know."

"Picture it that way. Because I'm just like this to you."

"Should. Just be careful if you are adorable like that to others.

"No way."

Biema intended to go home immediately after delivering his wife. But when his car stopped at a red light he saw someone on the side of the road. His eyes narrowed feeling familiar with the man. He was standing near a middle-aged man. Who yeah?

Initially Biema will just go away when the light is green. But he began to remember. Juno!

His hand turned the steering wheel to where he saw the boy. Although it must be twisted, Biema did not stop to stay close to Juna. It was a little difficult to get to where Juna was because it was rush hour. Around 7 o'clock more.

After going through a traffic jam, Biema finally managed to stop her car where Juna was. Biema saw the boy still standing near a black car. Biema got out of the car and walked over.

"What did you say?! Please move the car?!" asked the middle-aged man loudly. Everyone who was there looked on with fear. No one dared to come closer. Suddenly, the middle-aged man's hand slapped a slap.

"Stop, stop" Biema said as she caught the old man's hand. Juna looked at her in wonder.