Florian lifts the sheets and looks down at his penis. "Ummm...I don't know....maybe you should check if I am," he says with a wink, kissing her slowly. He laughs at the gay phase story himself. "Yes....well I was with no men....but I watched a lot of...movies back them. Scary times. So has....Destinee....with girls?" He asks, surprised. "I am glad you like the dick, Mon cherie. It is a huge benefit to me."

Florian moans a little when Adele grabs him. "Guilty as charged," he whispers, wrapping his arms around her. "So tell me....what are we gonna do about it, my beautiful gorgeous girl?" He kisses her slowly and passionately as he rolls her on top of him.
When he hears about Destinee's past, he giggles a little and shakes his head. "I guess we were all young once, trying to piss off our parents." He smiles.

Florian smiles up at Adele and nods. "I love you too, Adele Gillet." He kisses her and then puts his hands on her sides. The two of them like this was wonderful to him, and something he had never experienced in the past with anyone. It was a reason he loved Adele so much. He looks up when she sits on him, admiring her body. "Fuck, you are beautiful. I love your boobs, Adele," he whispers, unable to take his eyes off her. He then smiles. "Maybe you should...." He leans up and whispers into her ear before nibbling her ear lobe.

Florian was laying across the couch on Adele's bus with a glass of wine in his hand, practicing the art of drinking it without sitting up and without spilling any. This was one time of the day on tour he always found boring, but he didn't like to bother his girlfriend when she was getting ready for a show and risk putting her off or disrupting her routine, so he had taken to staying put and watching some DVDs before heading in to see the show later. When he hears a knock at the door, he sits bolt upright on the couch. Since the attack last week he had been constantly on edge, although he tried to keep calm in front of Adele. He walks very slowly towards the door, praying that the attacker is not now making the most of the time when fewest people were around. He stops behind the door and takes a deep breath, making sure the wine bottle is within reaching distance. When he opens the door, he smiles. "Hi! Destinee, oui?" he asks, eternally glad that it wasn't his attacker, but equally scared. He knew how much Destinee cared for Adele and he wanted her to like him so much that he had often worried about the time when they'd finally meet. He stands to the side to let her come in.

Florian smiles at Destinee, fighting back the nerves and trying to look cool. He could see from the way she purposefully stepped that she had come here with some sort of plan or aim, and he was a little worried about why she had chosen now in particular to meet him. He closes the door behind her and walks back towards the kitchen area, trying to match Destinee's obvious confidence. "Ah, oui. This sounds like a good idea. You would like some wine?" he offers, lifting the bottle. "Oh....sorry I am rude. Florian Lefevre," he says, holding his hand out to her.

Florian nods and then feels bad for drinking, putting his own glass down on the side and facing her. He smiles at her and shakes her hand, trying to seem like the cool and distant guy he tried his best to come across and not the nervous wreck who felt like he was meeting his girlfriend's parents, as he currently felt. "Oui, I have been here for maybe two months now," he says with a little smile. He sits on one of the bar stools and looks a little confused. "I would hurt Adele? Non non, never. I...love Adele," he blurts out, not sure if it was an attempt to show Destinee how committed he was or just pure panic.

Florian shrugs and copies Destinee by lighting a cigarette, almost as if this will make her like him. He sighs. "I know. It is a ridiculous notion, right? To be in love so soon. " he takes a drink of his wine and tries to pluck up the courage to say it again. "All I know is that I have fallen hard. I love your friend with all my heart." He smiles more nervously at her, now feeling a lot more vulnerable to anything Destinee might say about them.

Florian relaxes a little when he notices how happy Destinee is with the news, even if he didn't understand why she was so delighted. He puts the cigarette in his mouth and goes to the cupboard, bringing her a glass and putting it down before pouring out some wine. He smiles as he hands her it and leans back on the counter. "I would have thought that you would hate the fact I have taken her away and stuff. I was nervous to meet you." He scratches the back of his neck nervously and laughs awkwardly. "All I want is for Adele to be happy though, and I hope I make her happy." He nods.

Florian grins a little, failing in his attempt to not look too geeky at the idea he makes Adele happy. He takes a drag from his cigarette. "I hope so. Even if I seem to have endangered her," he says, not realising that Adele may not have told Destinee about the attack last week. He chuckles a little. "Maybe you should. I would offer to set you up with a nice French man....but all of the Frenchmen I know are...la chatte..." he says with a laugh. "She really loves you though. I have heard a lot about you - you and Adele have something special." He takes a drink from his wine and looks over the top of the glass at her. "Why do I get the feeling you are not joking about that?" he chuckles.

Florian laughs nervously. "Well I guess I will just need to do nothing to upset her then. Aside from when I go on tour. If she is sad then it means I am doing a good thing, right?" He feels a bit awkward again so he hops up to sit on the counter. "I don't doubt there are many stories I have missed about your relationship. I wish I had a great friendship like you two girls though." He smiles genuinely. "Oh...non, no offence taken. I know how obnoxious French men can be. I have been inside the head of one for 23 years." He laughs. "Your father will not be pleased with this though....correct?" He looks at her quizzically as he takes another drag. "So you have your eye on anyone?" he asks, still feeling bad that he had essentially taken Destinee's best friend away from her, and on their first tour too. When she jumps up and looks afraid, Florian realises he has let the cat out of the bag. "Merde! I am guessing you do not know then. It was...not my fault," he says holding his hands out defensively. "She has a stalker who is mad that she has a boyfriend. This man....broke into the bus and he attacked us." He lifts his shirt to show Destinee the purple bruise across his ribs, as if to prove that he had been a victim too and not put Adele in danger deliberately.