(A/N: Sorry for the OOC :( )
Sleepover - S/F - M
He was off-duty for the evening and taking care of dinner for his pet dogs. In the middle of getting out the bag of kibble and the measuring cup, his phone began to ring. It was a strange time for someone from work to be calling. Lang had never been one to use his phone unless it was for matters concerning work. He expected his subordinates, superiors and co-workers to understand that, since he clearly stated so. Curious, he picked it up.
"Agent Lang."
"(Um, er, how does this go)… Good evening. May I speak to you?"
His eyes grew wide with surprise. For one thing, Franziska von Karma called him directly. Usually, she would have an assistant or some subordinate contact Lang for her. For another thing, she wasn't barking out instructions. And another thing, she sounded less energetic than usual. Not to say that calling him at such an hour isn't strange. Now he did want to know what was going on.
"Of course, sis. What's up?"
"Um…"
She trailed off. This was unlike Franziska. There was definitely something wrong. Lang decided to press her on bit for more details. Heh, he laughed to himself. He never thought he'd one day use such lawyerly terms.
"Is it about work?"
"…"
"Because I'm off-duty right now, you know that, right?"
"…"
"Sis? You still there?"
This was getting nowhere fast. He could hear her breathing thought so he knew she was still there.
"I-"
Finally! She spoke but what did she say again?
"-need-"
"Yeah, sis?"
"…you…"
Did he hear that right? She needed him? He wondered what it could be.
"…"
"…can you tell me more, sis?"
"…"
She became silent again. Lang grew concerned. Could it be something or someone was tapping their conversation right now? What could possibly scare Franziska enough that she couldn't talk about it, even with a trusted partner like himself?
"…"
"Do you think you could tell me in person, sis?"
"…"
"…Sis?"
"…I'm outside your door."
He ran toward his front door and immediately unlocked it. He forgot about the chain so he fumbled a bit, closed the door, undid the chain, and then opened the door again. He was still holding his phone when he saw Franziska. Compared to him only wearing his pyjamas, she was dressed in her work attire except something was off. She was also holding her phone in her hand. Her whip was in her other hand but its braid was missing. Next to her was a medium-sized trolley bag, no doubt some personal belongings.
What struck Lang the most was her face. She looked listless and dead. This was not the fiery young prosecutor he was working with. Her eyes, still shining, had an expression of dullness in them. They looked tired.
Suddenly, it began to rain. For a few awkward seconds, Franziska made no move to go inside Lang's living space. Concerned by the increasing strength of the downpour, Lang pulled Franziska through the door frame and quickly got her bags inside. He forcefully held her shoulders and led her to his couch.
"What's the matter with you, sis? Don't you know when to get out of the rain?"
He got no answer. Franziska just sat down and looked at the coffee table with half-lidded eyes. Lang thought to change his approach toward figuring out what her story was this time. He let out an exasperated sigh.
"I'll be back. We're not finished here."
He went into the kitchen and finished feeding his dogs. He then proceeded to get some towels and a change of clothes for Franziska. He pondered for a moment, to help him further let off some steam, the possible reasons for Franziska being so difficult to speak to. She hadn't been like this before, at least whenever work was involved. He mused, it must not be related to work then.
"Here. They might be a little too big for you but they'll keep you warm until your own clothes dry out."
She quiet accepted his clothes and the towel. She hesitated for a moment. She looked as though she was about to say something. He awaited her next few words.
"… Thank you. Where might I change?"
Lang told her to dress upstairs and leave her wet clothes at the bathroom to dry them out. When the last of her footsteps faded to the upstairs, he sat down on a nearby armchair and waited for her. This was strange behaviour from Franziska, most definitely. He had to find out. It was his duty to her, as a co-worker and his duty to himself as a Lang.
Franiska silently reappeared in the living room where Lang was waiting. She just sat down while Lang looked at her, obviously wanting some questions answered.
"Do you need a blanket, sis? An extra pillow?"
"…"
"Perhaps you need something warm to drink?"
"…"
This was incredibly challenging. When the person who always has the most to say is suddenly quiet, what do you do to get them to talk? Lang persisted, nonetheless. He had to. Whether this was bigger than him or small and insignificant, he believed he could help.
"Sis, I won't know what you want until you tell me what it is."
"…"
"Please make this easier for you and me, okay?"
"…"
Lang waited for a few more minutes. Franziska just sat there. She occasionally looked at him but then her gaze shifted away from him to stare blankly ahead or at her hands. Lang remained quiet and continued to look to her to make some sort of sign or sound that she was to speak. Perhaps she needed some time to settle in first? This would mark the first time she had come over to his place after all.
"Do you need me to show you around the house?"
"…"
She didn't make a sound. She didn't move either. Lang thought that he should continue to make conversation. He wasn't comfortable with the silence either.
"Well, I only have one bedroom with a single bed. You can take that tonight. I'll sleep down here."
"…"
"Let's see, now… The kitchen's by that doorway on your right and the only bathroom I have is upstairs."
"…"
"…I won't force you to stay here and listen to me go on and on, ha ha. You can go rest now."
A few quiet moments passed and Franziska has yet to make a move. Lang waited for her to make a move but it looked like she wasn't about to make any. Not that he expected it. He waited a few minutes more before getting up.
He went upstairs and got a pillow and a blanket, to urge Franziska to make a move to go upstairs, he thought. He set them down next to her and she watched him do so. She let her gaze linger on him for a while. He saw this and he tried to search her eyes. It wasn't long before she resumed her silence.
"Or if you prefer to stay downstairs, it's no problem with me. I'll go to bed now, then-"
When Lang turned to head for upstairs Franziska suddenly grabbed his arm. This surprised him so he immediately turned to look at her. He was met with nervous eyes, looking at him and then looking away.
"…I…I need someone nearby….if that's okay…Shi-Long Lang…"
He was puzzled and he was tired but all of that suddenly didn't matter now that Franziska finally spoke. He sat down next to her, offering her some closeness. He waited for her to take the lead on this conversation.
"…I'm sorry for being quiet. I can't find the right words to say what it is that brings me here."
Her voice was hushed and weak. It was strange to hear. She was usually loud and clear, a mark of confidence but this woman before him sounded anything but that. He supressed the urge to comfort her in the way he usually does his friends and colleagues: a pat on the shoulder. He wasn't sure Franziska would like it. Then again, her whip was broken and she wasn't holding anything at the moment. He continued to watch for any change in her expression.
"…May I stay with you for the night?"
This was an unusual proposition from her, and a first at that. Usually, his subordinates talk everything out with him. That was how he got things settled. Perhaps this matter truly has Franziska affected so deeply she couldn't share it so easily. He decided to call it a night and go along with her request.
"Okay then, sis. What do you need me to do?"
It was a little strange to share a bed with Franziska. While he swore not to do anything to her, she insisted on keeping him somewhat close. Their final resolve, to avoid any awkwardness (mostly on Lang's part), was that Franziska was under the blanket while Lang just lied beside her while on top of all the sheets.
"I hope I'm doing enough to help you. I trust you'll feel better soon, sis."
He was met with silence again. Franziska covered herself under the sheets while Lang took to sleeping on top of all of them. She lay on her side curled up and facing Lang. She bundled herself up so tight it looked as though she was afraid of freezing up. Lang sought to console her but thought better of it and kept his hands to himself. It was getting annoying being this patient but he would have to be if he wanted to help her in the best way.
"Well, good night."
He let his tired eyes close. It was awfully late when she came by and now much later since she stayed quiet for so long. He just wanted to rest his eyes…
"..."
However, Lang couldn't keep his eyes closed for very long. He felt as though Franziska was just watching him sleep. He tested this little hypothesis and opened one eye.
"…"
"…Trouble sleeping, sis? –yawn-"
She huddled closer to him as if to say yes.
"I…haven't been able to sleep for the past few days. I figured I needed someone to watch over me in case I do…Or if I collapse…. Whichever comes first."
Shi-Long Lang was legitimately tired. He could not help but nod off a bit. Franziska saw he was trying his best to stay awake and listen to her.
"I'm sorry. You can sleep."
"-yawn- Are you sure?"
She nodded to his chest. Then, she tentatively put out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. His eyes grew wide awake.
"…Sis?"
She carefully held onto his shoulder. Her hand traced down his arm, lifting it and then placing it across her shoulder. She looked up at him.
"…You can sleep now. If you would keep your arm there, that would be enough for me."
He was moved by Franziska's gesture. He looked at her face, trying to read her but he couldn't. He submitted to the fact that he still knew nothing about what was bothering her today.
"I'll see you in the morning, then."
To express his generosity, he pulled her closer to him with that one arm. He figured it would help her feel more secure. He may not have seen it but Franziska shed a tear or two. This man was truly hell bent on helping her, a member of his beloved pack.
And she was foolishly crying about it! She just watched him, as his chest slowly rose and fell. He snored a bit but she wasn't bothered too much. Even when he slept, she saw that he had an air of authority. Seeing where she was now, it was appropriate. Under his arm, she was under his authority but a gentle and protective one, she felt. It felt safe here. It felt like the right place and the right time. This man was the right person to approach. She could tell him.
But she would practice first.
She looked up at the sleeping Lang. She stared at him for a few minutes, making sure he was sound asleep. Seeing no signs of any change in his breathing or his expression, she began.
"…I…I'm sorry for intruding like this. And on such short notice too.
I..I apologize for not having said anything earlier. I'm sure you must have been greatly annoyed.
This will be hard for me to admit but there is no elegant perfect solution to what I'm doing. But I hope you can see I'm perfectly trying."
She paused and looked at Lang. She found him still asleep so she continued to talk.
"The point is that something happened. And my perfect control over my emotions did not see me through.
And, as you can see, it's turned me into this person who feels hollow, alone, and with a great burden.
As much as I would rather not say, I believe I have to say it."
She looked into his sleeping face. It looked understanding in its own way. There was a sense of peace she felt as the tears streamed down her face and her throat began to tighten around her voice box, preventing her from saying more.
"I broke my whip some days ago. Rather, my limousine driver did.
It started out as an ordinary day. I went to work, stayed a bit late, and then packed up to leave.
My limousine was waiting for me right at the entrance to the Prosecutor's office building. He even opened my car door for me. I thought nothing of it at first but then I realized something was wrong when the car took a wrong turn."
Her voice began to choke. She was clearly remembering that dreadful night. Shi-Long Lang, she saw, lay peacefully asleep. She tried to match her breathing with his steady ones. She calmed down soon enough and continued her quiet tale to her sleeping listener.
"He drove around unfamiliar streets until we reached a very narrow set of streets. I demanded to know what he thought he was doing but he never once faced me while we were in the vehicle.
All of a sudden, he stepped out and then pulled me out of the passenger's side. I can still feel his grip on my wrist. The bruise is gone now but I can still feel it hurt sometimes.
I tried to free myself from his grasp. When I turned around to whip him, he pulled out a knife. I tried to put my whip between his knife and my personage but my whip got cut. I garnered a small but moderately deep cut right by my collarbone. I found myself sitting on the floor, defenceless. My false driver looked at me. I can only count a number of times I had been this scared. I felt so…helpless and weak…"
She let out a small cry.
"If it wasn't for Miles and Detective Gumshoe, I would not have been given due medical attention. Miles noticed my limousine go the wrong way. He mobilized Gumshoe and he himself followed my vehicle. He wasn't exempt from injuries upon dealing with the kidnapper, though. I've been thinking it was my fault he's still in the ward.
The stab to his stomach is taking a while to heal.
Detective Gumshoe tells me it was no one's fault but society's that small-time gangs and operations like that happen to just about anyone.
But still! If I had exercised caution! If I had only noticed it wasn't my driver! If only…if only…If only I had been more perfect…"
Tears welled up in Franziska's eyes. It was getting harder for her to speak as her throat was closing up a bit. She let out the quietest sob she could muster and leaned into Shi-Long Lang's chest as if to hide her imperfect emotion-stricken face from the world. Between sobs and sniffles, she managed to say the last things she wanted to tell him when he would awaken in the morning.
"…Please understand that this is difficult but there is no one else I would trust with this."
Slowly, Shi-Long Lang's arm began to move up and down her back, soothing her. Franziska continued to cry, realizing a bit late that Lang's arm was moving. He put his other arm around her to pull her closer to him. When she realized what was happening, she suddenly jerked her head up only to end up looking at a wide-awake Shi-Long Lang.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at her with half-lidded eyes, as if to sympathize with the story he's just heard. Franziska, he thought, has been through a lot for a week. He so very much wanted to soothe her. She just stared at him, waiting for a reaction but she soon gave in to her own emotions first and continued let out her cries into his chest. He held her closer.
He rested his chin on her head, trying his best to convey that she was safe where she was. He was going to protect her tonight. Franziska let the last of her sobs out and calmed down somewhat.
"Did you-did you hear all that?"
"Every word."
He then took her chin and lifted her tear-stained face to look up to him. He kissed her on the forehead, hoping it would reassure her. He looked into her eyes, pondering over what she might've thought of him because of that. He made up his mind that he was going to soothe her regardless. Slowly but ever so cautiously, he kissed her on the lips. It was so soft that Franziska closed her eyes out of impulse. She opened them again carefully, partly hoping that she wasn't dreaming.
She felt a blush creep on her cheeks. She tentatively reached a hand out to touch his face and see if he was real. He smiled a small smile and leaned in to kiss her again. He hugged her much tighter so that they were flat against each other but he noticed…a couple of things about her personage when he did. There was no bra under her shirt.
Franziska wriggled out from under the sheets so she could be closer to the secure warmth of Shi-Long Lang's hug. She put his hands around her waist while she rested hers around his back. She looked up to see him and she saw an inkling of longing in his face. Why wasn't he doing anything, though? She searched in his eyes a little longer and saw he was searching hers too. He was waiting for her permission. When she realized this, she pulled his face closer to hers and tentatively kissed him. He took this as permission and proceeded to kiss her back. Franziska felt his tongue find hers in her mouth. She let out a sigh as she let herself give in to the tingling heat that she started to feel around her heart.
He let his hands wander to the garter of her pants. He slipped his hands in and splayed them all over her smooth buttocks. She jerked a little when he gave them a squeeze, surprised by its suddenness. He was right in thinking she wore no underwear as they were also being dried. She tried to look at where he would be headed next to get a hold of his hands but he kept her attention to their fiery kiss, his tongue pleasurably sliding against hers. She kept herself pressed against him. To retaliate, she let both hands feel their way from his face his bare chest. She kept them there, just feeling his lean muscles under her palms. In response, he slid one hand from her pants to under her shirt. He let his palm run over her back, her side and then her stomach before slowly reaching up to touch her bra-less breasts.
Franziska inhaled sharply when Lang's fingers touched her chest. He gently held one and Franziska felt the roughness of his palms against her soft skin. Her other breast was soon given due attention by his other hand. He masterfully massaged her breasts, tracing circles at underneath them with his thumb, working his way to her now-erect nipples. She could feel her loins firing up and secreting some hot fluid. She broke their kiss, gasping for breath. His hands were spreading the heat throughout her body and she couldn't do a thing about it. She closed her eyes and submitted herself to his authority. She trusted him, after all. She could.
He started to kiss her jaw line. He made a trail of hot kisses from there to her neck. There, he sucked a bit on her skin and exhaled warm air on it. Franziska took it all in, expressing her feelings with each heavy breath. Her heart pounded, excited by the pleasurable heat spreading throughout her body. She felt her wetness leak out of her labia.
While he worked on her breasts and neck, Franziska slid her hands over to his waist. She traced over his crotch with her fingers. He shuddered in response. He looked into her eyes, as if asking if she was serious about what she just did. She stared back. He saw her face, flushed in a beautiful way. Her eyes had a little more shine in them now. Keeping her gaze at his own, she felt his member through his pyjamas. She saw his eyes blink; he was caught off-guard at that moment. She felt a small smile play on her lips as she leaned in on the surprised Shi-Long Lang and captured his lips in another deep kiss. So he too would share in the heat she was feeling, she thought.
It was surprising that Franziska would begin to act on her own like that. Perhaps her confidence was returning. He was only too glad to have helped it along. He let her play with him this way. He grew hard with every stroke Franziska made. She used her thumb to trace circles on his tip all while feeling it through his pyjamas.
They broke apart only to have Franziska's shirt and Shi-Long Lang's pyjamas removed. They stared at each other's faces for a while. He gave her a small smile while she looked a little shy. She then looked down, admiring his body until she saw his erect penis. She felt herself blush when she realized she had been holding such a part of him. The staring made Shi-Long Lang a little insecure. To distract her, he moved his head to her chest and began to lick and suck at her nipples.
She exhaled in aroused sighs while she blindly began to stroke his naked member. This only served to fuel Lang. He traced circles around her nipples with his tongue and even captured them between his teeth, pulling them and pinching them with the right amount of pressure. While working in her breasts with his mouth, his hands slid down to the garter of her pants. He removed them while sliding his hands along the length of her shapely thighs.
Franziska bent her knees to help remove one leg off of her but as soon as that was done, Shi-Long Lang pushed her so she was lying on her back. He kept himself on top of her and stared at the body of his lovely co-worker. It was Franziska's turn to be a little embarrassed. Her hands found themselves trying to cover up her entire torso and tried to look away. He noticed this and smiled to himself. He began kissing her now exposed neck and trailed downwards, to her collarbone. He carefully kissed her injury there. Gently, he moved her arms away from her body and around his neck as he went further south, kissing now the center of her chest and her stomach. As his hot lips approached her intimate area, he saw that her legs were together and her hips were tensed up. She was probably still feeling insecure, he thought. He gently slid his hands over the side of her thighs, attempting to reassure her. He saw her legs ease up. He tentatively placed a hand over her inner thigh and then felt her ease up. She let him spread her legs. She let him see her wetness.
He approached her bushy intimates and breathed warm air over it. She trembled, keeping her hands on the side of his head. He slowly licked the entire length of her slit, tasting her hot fluid. He licked her again and again, slowly, deliberately, each time much deeper between her labia than the last. More trembles travelled through her body, coming out even in her whimpers and exhalations. She arched the small of her back, spread her legs out more and exposed more of her intimates to him. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to eat her up and not just taste. He felt her tugs at his hair but he went his own pace and continued to tease her.
He circled her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He flicked its tip at it. He sucked and kissed it. Its roughness of a thousand tastebuds and his fire-hot lips tickled her sensitive clitoris that in turn fired up her loins even more. He kept his hands on her legs, keeping them to the side as he worked on her. She tried to fight the convulsions her loins were urging her to do. She didn't want to disturb Lang with a sudden violent thrust of her hips. She hoped her moans, now growing louder with each lick, would be enough to release the sexual fire building up inside her.
Lang traced S-shapes and Z-shapes and all kinds of shapes as he moved up and down her slit. He then inserted his tongue as deep as he could into her vaginal entry and felt around her fleshy muscular walls. Franziska wanted to scream. He inserted and re-inserted his tongue into her; Franziska's breathing and whimpering grew louder and escalated in pitch. Every breath she took was shorter. Even Shi-Long Lang felt the heat radiating from her body.
He got up and placed himself between Franziska's parted legs. He placed his member between her hot and wet labia and slowly rubbed its hardened length along them, covering it with her juices. He held Franziska's legs to support his movements. He then placed the tip of his penis right at her entrance. He positioned himself on top of her, his chest hovering over her own, supported by his elbows at the sides of her head.
Slowly, he slid himself inside her, their wetness made it somewhat easier. She felt his size expand the muscular walls of her entrance. He in turn felt a pleasurable squeeze. They stayed this way for a while, adjusting to the other's body. The both breathed heavily, looking into each other and they saw the other bear the same expression of longing. When she felt ready, Franziska put her arms securely around Shi-Long Lang's neck. Lang gave her a nod and then leaned in to kiss her deeply. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, his member repeatedly pushed its way through her entrance and then back out again. Her vaginal walls helped its partner by covering it with more hot fluid. She arched her back and splayed her legs as far as she could, to receive him fully. He was pushing himself further inside her, with more powerful thrusts.
His hips began to move faster and faster. This time, it was Lang making all the noise. He moaned into her mouth. He let Franziska work on his tongue. At the same time Franziska's own sounds were melting with this husky groans. His hips started to slam into hers. It didn't hurt; it was ecstacy. The fires shared between their loins had spread throughout their bodies. It was only going to get hotter.
They broke their kiss for the final push. They felt it. They were nearing. Lang buried his face into her neck and Franziska clung onto his. They let their cries fill the room as Lang's thrusts got faster.
With one last push, they both released. Lang felt the warm fluid escape him while Franziska felt the warmth fill her up. Lang pulled himself out and let his body rest on top of hers. They were both breathing heavily.
Lang rolled them over so that they were on their sides again. He looked at Franziska, sweaty, tired and flushed just like he was. She acknowledged him with a small smile, nuzzled into his neck, and then slowly closed her eyes. Soon, she was sound asleep. He knew then she was going to be okay.
He put his arms around her and pulled her in close. He pulled the covers over them and rested his chin against her head. They would soon see each other in the morning.
