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Israel...
( He breathes the name, the name of the man he loves so incredibly much. His hands slide down to his husband's trousers, pushing them down a little. )
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( Beckett matches his smile. How could he not smile at the person that saved his life. That made him happy. )
I'm just glad you finally came to your senses. ( He teases. )
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I don't agree, mon petit canard.
( He takes a sharp breath when he hears the words. The accent is horrible but he understands the french thing now. He presses a short kiss to his lips. )
Well, that's better. Je t'aime aussi.
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( He gladly allows Izzy to push him down, hands resting on the man's back. )
Excuse YOU. There's no such thing as 'too English'! ( A laugh. )
Je- Je t'aime?
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( There's a low chuckle from Izzy. He pushes Beckett to the mattress reaching up press their forehead's together. )
t'aime.
( The whispered word escapes his lips. Mouth hovering over Beckett's. )
I think you're too English to get it right.
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( Izzy takes his shirt off, listening to the horrible pronunciation. )
You need to do it softer. Je t'aime. Say it like your're pulling the words out of your heart.
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