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Recently re-saw the Season 2 episode featuring Schmidtline after several years. Everyone was as funny as all heck. Inspired this. Well, Gene and Ramona deserve to be happy too.

Entschuldigungen – German word for excuse

Ramona opened her eyes slightly then closed them as she yawned and stretched languorously, her face screwed up into an adorable little kitten face, the tip of her tongue just poking out from between her lips. Gene looked on entranced. He had been staring at her sleeping, and then waking, for about ten minutes. He knew that she wouldn't like to hear that so he just wouldn't tell her. But … he just couldn't help himself, just as he just couldn't resist leaning over and drawing the tiny bit of exposed tongue into his warm mouth. Ramona opened her eyes in surprise, let out a tiny muffled squeal, then relaxed into him. The small caress growing into the full scale inferno that always … always … happened between them. Lips … then hands… then bodies … Gene had called her the dynamite to his match. They were perfectly harmonized he had said and he was right. Ramona smiled to herself; Gene Schmidtline was certainly no matchstick. Gene understood her body so well that pretty soon she was a quivering sodden mess shouting his name out over and over again. Just how he liked it … just how it always came time and time again. And then, as it always happened, he released into her. His body jerking violently with the force of it, his movements echoed by hers until both their bodies quieted and the final shuddering was complete.

Sated for the moment, Gene sighed and rolled off to one side, his arms still around her, reluctant to end the contact. Her face turning into his neck, Ramona murmured against his skin a soft smile on her lips. "You're going to make me late Gene. I told you that I had an early meeting today."

Gene grinned. "I know that you do but I can give you a good excuse for being late. I have rebutted several excellent Entschuldigungen in my time at GNB. All fake but still difficult for the ordinary HR manager to disprove."

"Yes but …" she nipped the skin at the base of his neck and then soothed it with her tongue. "I'm chairing this one and … you're not going to make me two hours late to a meeting ever again". She ensured that the word "two" was particularly stressed.

With a cheeky grin at him, and both hands against his chest, Ramona pushed out of his arms, off the bed and then wiggled into the ensuite.

Gene Schmidtline relaxed against the pillows, enjoying the view, a thought forming at the back of his mind.