As Long As You're Mine—Wicked
Berthold lied in Reiner's arms, taking in everything he was feeling. It was magical, being with him—in every way. He had always watched him move in on Annie, and he'd worried—so deeply—that Reiner would never see him that way. Now, though, it was real. What Berthold could only dream had come true. Even if it was only for now, he was Reiner's, and Reiner was his.
He looked up at the stern-faced blond, kissing him fiercely and passionately while he could. He felt Reiner's hold tighten a little, and he smiled, knowing that this was real. Nothing mattered but this moment, no one mattered but them. For this moment they were together, and that was all either of them needed. Still, Berthold wanted to know… He had to make sure…
"Reiner? Can I… Can I ask you something?" he piped up
"Mm?" he mumbled, looking into the brunet's eyes.
"Do you love me? Or is this… something else?" He asked, his voice quivering a little.
"Bert…" He paused and smiled, "Of course I love you,"