“God, he’s still just… throbbing,” mused Madeline, her tone a little drunken. Villepin was well aware that the girl would probably be a little sore in the morning. Aroused as she was, prime for the taking, she likely didn’t feel much discomfort that moment, but Beaufort was not a small buck. She’d feel it tomorrow.

“You’re still just… squeezing me like a corset, sweet Madeline,” the reindeer buck grunted with a hint of being winded.

“I would imagine she’s been given exactly the gift she desired, though.” Simone slipped back away from her charge who just rested her cheek on her crossed arms in front of her. She moved back over to Stephane and drew in close, touching her lips to his slowly. The kiss lingered for a while as they both listened to the soft panting of Madeline against the pillows.

Villepin felt light-headed and light-hearted. She had honestly been quite nervous about how disruptive her presence might be to this very special night, but she felt that it ended up improving it, not detracting from it. Simone certainly got more than she’d bargained for. Time alone with the girl might feel quite different going forward with the full knowledge of what they’d shared."