I felt like I was reading a porno or something listening to them casually talk about their previous night.

"What was your favorite time?" I asked and they looked surprised again.

"Verdammt, I don't know, vhere's been so many," Gilbert thought aloud.

"I know vhat time vould be my favorite," he purred and smirked at me

"Have to agree with Gil for once," Antonio added to my surprise and he stared into the distance like he was thinking about it.

"Merde, just thinking about it," Francis growled.

Gilbert nodded smiling mischievously.

"Vhy are you suddenly so interested in our sex lives, ___?"

"I just, I just feel bad you always have to change your conversations around me."

"Ve know it doesn't make you comfortable so ve don't mind," Gilbert assured me.

"I know...I just."

"Could it be you just want to know more about what we like to do?" Francis asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Or is it you vant to know more about our sex lives because you vant to be a part of vhem?"

"You know we could share with you the experience, Chica?" Antonio said and moved his hands to hold my hips.

"Perfect vay to end the day, or if you're too tired still a perfect vay to start tomorrow," Gilbert suggested.

Antonio rubbed circles into my hip with his thumb.

"Chica, being completely honest with us...do you think you'll ever lose your v-card?"

"I don't think so," I answered honestly and Gilbert looked a little glum at the news.

"Can we ask you something?" Francis asked and I nodded.

"If you ever do decide to lose it, will you let us be the ones to take it?"

I could feel a nervous sweat. I was just trying to bond with them. I never plan on losing my virginity anyways so I don't see why I shouldn't just say sure. It wasn't ever gonna happen though.

"I don't see why not," I decided I respond and the gleam of joy in their eyes made me feel a little guilty. Maybe I got their hopes up.

"Vhats awesome!" Gilbert cheered, "you'll have so much fun, you'll never vant to do anything else."

Antonio's grip on my hips tightened and he rested his head above mine.

They turned out the lights after giddily sharing ideas with eachother one what they'd do with me.

I specifically said it wasn't gonna happen but they already got their hopes up it seemed.

I fell asleep dreaming of things I rather wouldn't have.

I could feel Gilbert's teeth on my neck and his warm lips trailing my collarbone.

I could feel Francis's fingers trailing down my underwear, something that's very neatly happened in the waking world. I felt his teeth nibble my ear and he whispered suggestive ideas to me, how he wanted to see me squirm under his touch, how he wanted to see my face scrunch up when he entered me.

Antonio was most passionate in the dream. He had his lips every inch of my body and his hands up my dress trailing his thumbs across my tits.

I squirmed so much I woke myself up drenched in sweat and red faced.

"Having some fun dreams there?" Gilbert's smirk and sly comment were the first things I saw and heard that morning.

Francis was shirtless reading a newspaper on the red love seat and Antonio was rubbing circles with his thumb around my bellybutton.

"I don't know..." I lied.

"Really cause you sounded excited when you were moaning our names," Antonio chuckled and I blushed every shade of red the human eye could detect.

I covered my face with my hands.

"You're lying," I insisted.

Francis immediately held up his phone with a recording of me tossing and turning in my sleep moaning their names.

Oh fuck.

"I guess you won't be showing anyone that video of us singing in the limo, will you now?" He grinned triumphantly.

"Fine."

"Delete it then," he insisted.

"No it's too perfect!" I cried.

"Zhen I'll be saving this for lonely nights," he smirked.

"No! You pervert!"

"Send it to me," Gilbert purred.

I turned even redder.

"Don't you dare!"

"Sent."

"Oh my god. Fine Gilbert I'm sending you my video," I grumbled.

"Non!"

"Make me frenchie!"

Antonio was curled in a ball next to me laughing at us.

"I love you guys," he cried.

We paused a moment and smiled at him. I ruffled his hair and he flipped me over grabbing my waist and pinning me beneath him.

"T-Toni," I stuttered.

"I like it when you say my name Chica," he purred and leaned in, "but I like it better when you moan."

Now Francis was laughing and I pushed Antonio off of me.

"You boys are so hard to deal with," I mumbled and they all laughed now.

I got out of bed and got dressed in the bathroom.

We had a flight in a few hours so I put on something comfy.

A black shirt that read 'you inspire my inner serial killer', a red plaid tied around my waist and jeans that went just below the knee. They were men's jeans because no shorts were made that long in the women's department. I finished the look with a ponytail, light make up and high heel flip flops.

I heard them blast the video of me moaning in my sleep and I ran out the bathroom and launched myself at the phone.

I ended up tackling Francis out of the chair.

"Well it's about time we did this," he teased and I jumped off of him with the phone.

"Mwahahahaha," I laughed evilly and searched for the video, finally deleting it.

The video didn't stop and I realized it was playing from Gilbert's phone.

"No!"

They laughed at me and Francis took his phone back.

I started blaring the video of him singing "were all in this together" from Highschool musical and he was mortified.

"Toni" o heard myself moan in the video and curled in a ball on the ground.

"Music to my ears," Toni purred and I almost lost it on them.

Eventually we got to the airport and had seats together on the flight back home.

"Nobody screw the staff today," I ordered as we sat down.

"Sure, if you vet us take you in the bathroom," Gilbert bargained and I glared at him.

"Then I guess I'm screwing the staff," he laughed his snake like laugh and I threw my mini travel pillow at him and immediately was scolded by the staff

Gilbert hooked up with said person, who scolded me as the plane took off. When he sat back down he looked more than pleased.

Oh good grief.

"You ever had sex vhile a plan is taking off? It's the best, not to mention the turbulence," he whispered to us.

I didn't need to know that.

He saw me blush and added, "Vhat? Didn't you vant to let down the barriers?"

Maybe not as much as I thought, I didn't need to fuel my dreams anymore than they already had been.

I fell asleep on Gilbert's shoulder wondering if the flight attendant had held onto it while she hooked up with him. The thought disturbed me a little I just hoped I wouldn't moan again.

I don't recall having any dirty dreams and no one mentioned anything to me as we departed.

I was more than happy to see my precious van once we returned home.

"My baby!" I'd exclaimed and hugged the side of it.

"Mein Gott..." Gilbert mumbled as I nearly happy cried.

They unlocked the front door and pushed it open, carrying all our things inside for me.

It was pitch black outside and a little past midnight.

Twenty four hours earlier I'd been in a jacuzzi with them.

We should get a jacuzzi.

We?

This wasn't technically my home but I guess it was starting to feel like it.

I think I liked thinking of it that way.

We.

Our home.

It was nice admittedly.

I grinned at the thought and Antonio noticed as he turned around to face me.

"What's got you so happy?" He asked.

"Still happy about your precious van?" Gil asked playfully.

"No...it's just...I realized this is home."