Companion To Paris
Biema frustration

This afternoon at work looks different than yesterday. Since two days ago, a cold war is engulfing these two couples. Now, however, when they had already resolved the gray and faint feeling that created a cloudy feel, the atmosphere inside the car turned pink. Sweet and beautiful.

Walking in the hallway of the apartment was also fun.

"You came home early today" Paris said alongside Biema. "I was thinking of staying in your office for a long time because I would wait for you to finish the job." Paris said hyperbole.

"I made it quick. I don't want to linger in the office" Biema replied firmly.

"Mmm. .. wow change since two days ago," said Paris.

"Who made the last two days hell?" sindir Biema's.

"That's overkill," mocked Paris.

"It's for you, but I feel it. It's very painful not to be able to talk freely to you to keep your feelings." Paris glances. Biema was still looking straight ahead.

"Thank you for struggling to keep my feelings that are still unstable between love and not. The cinema turned out to be this great. I salute you" Paris said, patting Biema on the back. A little tiptoe because of Biema's towering body. The man looked.

"You're so amazed by me?" goda Biema while tilting the head. Paris thaws while taking her hand off Biema's back. Biema's hands stretched out to scramble her girl's hair. Replying to the clap on his back. "Keep looking at me, Paris. I'm sure you'll love me more."

"Sad, so confident" mocked Paris. Biema smile. This girl hastened her steps towards the apartment door. Let Biema walk alone in the back.

Czechoslovakia!

The sound of the camera was turned on out of nowhere. Because the voice could only be heard by the camera holder, Biema and Paris could not hear the sound. Some intentionally followed them both.

After the confession of love from both sides, the atmosphere inside the apartment became so peaceful and serene. But there are other problems they are facing. About their bedroom. Hasn't their bedrooms been separated?

"We should have one bedroom, Paris." Biema started talking about a separate bedroom when she was on the sofa. Sit while watching tv. The television show tonight is under rated. Biema usually refuses to watch. But the happy effect of the confession of love makes everything beautiful. Even the ugly spectacle remains fun.

Paris who was making avocado juice in the pantry was surprised to hear that. He did not expect his confession of love in his heart, resulting in the unification of their room.

"W-why?" asked Paris who was suddenly nervous without looking over.

"Wife's husband isn't one room?" said Biema still sitting on the sofa while looking at the pantry calmly. Even though Paris was very nervous to hear this man talking about the bedroom. The girl did not answer immediately. He was confused when asked about the unification of this bedroom, because it was not thought of at all before.

Damnit. Why discuss that? My chest is pounding. I deg-degan.

"It looks like you're very nervous" Biema said softly near Paris' ear. This girl tiptoed in shock. Without a sound, Biem was already beside him.

"You're already here? Since when?"

"Bustusan," Biema replied with a smile. Paris straightened her hair unconsciously.

If Biema usually teases Paris only through words, this time Biema's body dared to approach this girl.

"W-what? Why approaching?" tanya Paris could not calm herself down. He just kept getting nervous and pounding. Moreover, Biema approached him with eyes looking to devour him.

"What are you thinking, so nervous?" tanya Biema kept pressing towards Paris. This girl let the blender light up as her body retreated avoiding Biema's body urges. This man's hand stretched out and stopped the movement of the blender while continuing to approach his girl.

"really?" tanya Biema who did not stop urging Paris to continue to retreat.

Damnit. This man deliberately wanted to urge me! What's he want?

"Yes. Thas right. Stop, Biema!" Paris is back to normal. He could scream again. "Stop, otherwise ..."

"Be careful." Biema quickly pulled the arm of Paris as it almost hit the oven rack. To make Paris' body slammed into his chest.

"Filame ... It's almost." Paris can breathe a sigh of relief. But when she wanted to move, Paris began to feel her body shackled. When it was in front of his eyes was the chest of one's field. It belongs to Biema. He's conscious now. He is currently in Biema's arms.

When her head looked up, the girl found Biema looking at her with a grin.

I'm stuck! paris shouted in his heart.

Surely the feeling that Paris felt. Biema lowered her face and kissed her. Paris resigned when his lips on this man's kiss. He accepted.

"Reply I'm Paris" Biema said in between her kisses. Paris did not expect Biema to ask for it. This girl hesitated a little. He's never kissed lips. Even with Lei _his ex has never been. Lei just kissed her on the forehead. "Do it" pinta Biema. Paris also tried to return Biema's kiss as much as possible. Biema smiled with satisfaction, Paris wanted to do it. Although when this girl tried to imitate moving her tongue, clumsily.

This kiss was apparently not satisfactory, it made Biema want more. Until he had to hold back with all his might. His desire had already risen making him confused himself. Paris felt Biema's uneasiness. Biema finally decided to let go of her kiss.

Biema's breath panted along with an annoyed growl resisted the desire. But he still wrapped his arms around Paris' hip. After managing to catch his breath, Biema's finger raised to touch and then rubbed Paris' lips. This girl was silent between Biema's gaze that scanned her.

"Well when the time comes?" biema asked as if asking herself. Paris just fell silent while glaring. Biema hugged him again. He didn't understand Biema looked very frustrated.

"Anu, Biem ...."

"Hm?"

Kronghuk ...

There was a sad voice coming from the belly of Paris. Though this girl was just about to tell Biema that she was hungry, the stomach had sounded the alarm first. Until making Biema smile amusedly hear it. Disperse the silence created because he was frustrated could not channel desire.

Stomach base can not be invited to compromise, grumbled Paris in the heart.

"You hungry?" biema asked with a smile.

"Very."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you" asked Biema while holding Paris' hip.

"What only. Instant noodles can also be. My stomach can't wait long."

"OKAY. I'll make it for you." Biema let go of her hand and turned to face the pantry table. "Sit down first. Let me work."

"I want to drink avocado juice." Paris pointed towards the neglected avocado juice earlier. Biema took a glass and poured juice. Before handing it to Paris, Biema drank it first. "Hey, that's my avocado juice."

"Share to my husband." Paris thins lips. They both love to drink avocado juice. Paris began to like the name husband and wife. It feels good in the ears. He looked at Biema who was still sipping her avocado juice.

A soul mate no one knows. Apparently he was my husband.