A/N: I know I said I'd do something not HanschenxErnst, but it's taking a long time to write (you know me ^^) and… Okay, time to shut up and get on with the story.
It was too perfect, almost like something you'd read in a story. The parents gone for the weekend, leaving their trustworthy child alone. If I hadn't known him better, I would have been surprised that he didn't see it coming… see me coming. I smiled lightly and ran my fingers through my hair.
The weekend finally arrived, a gift long overdue but welcome all the same. I knocked on his front door late in the afternoon and casually leaned against the doorjamb while I imagined what Ernst would see when he finally answered the door: My blonde hair reflecting the glowing red of the setting sun, whose lingering rays made the fiery orange leaves sprinkled across the dying grass glow.
The door opened quietly – about time - and little Ernst stood facing me on the opposite side of the threshold. His expression was surprised, but changed almost instantly to one of joy. He smiled sheepishly and could practically hear him think, I should have guessed. In that moment I could see exactly what would happen next. We would make our way to his bedroom, perhaps discuss some mundane current event while I reclined against his headboard and he rested his head on my lap. After all, what was the rush? We would have the whole weekend to ourselves.
Soon, though, I would grow bored with talking, or at least appear to, and we would kiss, which would definitely lead to a lot more.
What I did not foresee was that Ernst would wake at some ungodly hour, drenched in sweat, his already feminine voice an octave higher than usual. "Hanschen! Are you there?" His hands would grope for my body in the darkness.
I would soothe him, "I'm right here, Ernst."
His breathing would ease considerably. "Good… Good… Don't leave."
"I won't."
And I wouldn't.
A/N: I just noticed that my stories seem to be getting shorter and shorter. D: I guess this is only my fourth, but…