The walls have ears

Mackenzie was almost disappointed when Alex broke the kiss. Almost. She was still totally one hundred percent straight, wasn't she?

The next question from the brunette took her by surprise.

"Can you fake?"

"What?" The reporter frowned, perplexed.

Alex rolled her eyes and made her question clearer on a tone suggesting she shouldn't have to.

"Can you fake an orgasm?"

The redhead was now seriously questioning her roommate's mental health and propriety.

"We won't have sex in public, right? Or in private, for that matter."

"Of course not! But the walls are thin, and our neighbours could have some doubts about our relationship if they didn't hear anything from the happy newlyweds when it's time for happy newlyweds to make noises."

Mackenzie sighed. It was going ridiculously far. But she had follow Alex up till now, a little bit further wouldn't hurt. And she just so happen to have perfectly mastered the art of faking orgasm from several relationship with boys with more misplaced sense of pride than sex skills. She opened her mouth and let out a convincing long, high moan.

Alex stayed blank, standing face to her. After a few seconds, she asked "That's all?"

"It didn't sound real?" asked Mackenzie, blushing as she was surprisingly more ashamed from her inaptitude to impress her so-called wife than from her scream.

"It actually did. What doesn't is the fact that you'd stop right away."

The redhead quickly nodded and resumed to her cries, whimpers and howlings. It didn't take long before the brunette joined her with her lower-pitched voice, panting and growling like a beast. Mackenzie was starting to enjoy herself, when they suddenly heard three knocks on the door.