"The attack in Bratislava was shocking as now a total of nine people are dead and twenty others are injured. Reports are coming in that the attack has possible ties with Genesis and the on-going war that is brewing outside the nations. Many world leaders are pondering the thoughts of what to do in case-"
"We don't need to hear that depressing news." Hildegard stated as she turned off the TV.
Delilah all but came off her chair at the woman's actions. Roderich was in Slovakia, in that very city that was attacked and right as they spoke more of it the woman turned the damn thing off.
"Hildegard! Roderich is there, how are we to-"
"Trust yourself, my dear." the woman chided her, "Remember, he is a nation and cannot die like others. He can get injured, yes, but he cannot die."
Delilah's head swam with the news of the attack, Roderich not answering her calls and Hildegard's words, it was slowly turning into a whirlpool of swirling hell. Yet she wasn't wrong. Roderich was the nation Austria and immortal to boot, so why was she so scared?
"You care for him that much don't you?" the old woman asked.
She couldn't answer as she glanced back down at the book he gave her weeks ago, "I'd lie and say no but my heart is telling me otherwise."
"Don't let past fear control you or any notion of the future for you. You are in control of that better than anyone, Delilah."
The woman wasn't wrong. Since gaining her hearing and even before that, she was deeper with Roderich than she ever believed and the onset of worry and fear was the tall tale sign to show how much he meant to her. Morning tea as they spoke to one another, listening to him play the piano before they worked on their own personal business, even him within her classroom, waiting patiently for her to finish just to take a stroll with her. And every moment she had with him she hung onto for dear life. As her mind whirled around him, something else came to mind.
"Hildegard?"
She heard the woman him, "Was it true what Roderich said, the little boy in Auschwitz..."
"That he was my father and my uncle and grandfather died there? Yes, yes it's true. He blames himself for it sadly, we all know it wasn't his doing."
"What do you mean?"
Hildegard sighed as she sat in his chair, "You see, before the second world war, Roderich knew something bad was coming as Adolf grew in power. He wouldn't tell my family outright what it was but made sure they were away when it came. For twenty-five years he kept my family hidden away in the city of Feldkirch, under the eyes of Vash and Lili as I was told. But as WWII came about, it got stronger and harder for my family to hide. Then one day, someone had given them away. My grandfather stowed away my grandmother and great aunt with my cousins only then did he and my uncle and father got captured."
"Wait, so did Roderich know it was them?"
"I don't think at first." Hildegard replied, "Remember, he had not seen my family in twenty-five years. My grandfather was a young boy when he must've encountered Roderich last. He found out the day he took him home, seeing my great-grandmother coming out of the home after the war. From there on out he felt enormous guilt. He felt that he failed her and my family, that he lost my uncle and grandfather, but as my family always said, it was never his doing."
She couldn't fathom the guilt he carried as Hildegard told her the truth, so much hurt and anger laid in him that she never knew it was there, "Thank you for telling me."
"You're welcome Delilah." she smiled at her, "Best be on our way home then, it's getting dark."
Glancing back out the window, she saw the evening sun set lower in the distance. Her thoughts trailed back to Roderich as the knowledge of the attack pecked at the back of her mind. Maybe, just maybe he was already home and waiting for her.
Time slipped past Delilah as she awoke in his room from a slam of a door vibrating the bed. Quickly gathering herself and slipping the devices back in place, she darted for the door, barely giving a care in the world of her appearance and the thought of whom it was only to pause as she saw Roderich standing there.
The man's eyes widened as did hers, setting her mind in an uneasy roll until the sight of blood caught her eye.
"Roderich?" she touched his side.
"It's fine, nothing major."
"Nothing major, you're bleeding!"
Delilah dragged him over to the piano stool as she dodged for the bathroom, gathering all she needed to patch him up. Once back over to him, she tugged off his coat and shirt, tossing them haphazardly to the floor as she looked him over. Cuts and bruises covered his torso wincing in pain as she gently touched his side.
"Mein Gott Roderich." she barely got above a whisper.
"You are worrying too much."
"I worry plenty."
She ignored any protest he gave her as she worked on him, patching and cleaning any wound she could find until everything was done and she laid the final wrapping of the bandage on his torso. She glanced at him again, seeing the damage fixed under her care and eye gave a small triumph within her as she felt his own gaze upon her. Out of nowhere, he bolted upright, moving past her as he staggered for the door.
"What on earth Roderich, sit down."
"I thank you for taking care of my wounds Delilah, now I have to address other-"
"You will not work anymore you are hurt and need to rest."
"I'm quite fine." she noticed a quiver in his voice as he tried to avoid her, "But this must be done."
"What? I'm telling you, Roderich, you need to-"
"Delilah, please it can wait-"
"Sit this instant!" she shouted at him.
Wide violet eyes met her own as he gawked at her, she even shocked herself for yelling but she was just that damn worried. Quietly, he walked back over to the stool and sat himself down.
"Now, you will do as I say without a peep, am I clear?"
He gave a nod to her as she felt herself calm down, "Alright, you will lay down in that bed and rest until I say so. I will even sit on the bed to make sure you do-"
"I'd rather you not."
"Can I trust you to rest?"
He wouldn't look at her, "It's more than that."
"What's the matter, Roderich?"
His gaze stayed on the floor as she came up to him, a newfound worry overcoming her, "Roderich, have I done something to bother you?"
"Nein!" he nearly shouted, finally looking at her, "It's just... well..."
"Well what, out with it."
"You're revealing."
Delilah wasn't ready for that reply nor reasoning. Looking down at herself, she had forgotten that she had slipped on her favorite satin nightgown before laying in his bed. Heat rushed to her cheeks, finally realizing the notion he was meaning.
"I, uh, I well... turned you on then."
"Quite." he refused to look at her again.
The very thought of him against her; touching, kissing, and loving on her sent a strange chill throughout her body. It wasn't the first time it came to her curious mind, but it was the first she was acting upon it. Gently, she laid her hand on his shoulder, feeling a small shudder run through him.
"Roderich?"
His eyes were firm on the ground, she could see him fighting within himself to stay the proper man she knew. Yet in her, she didn't want that.
"Roderich look at me."
"Nein."
"Bitte." she knew he'd bend soon, "Bitte, Mein Liebling."
Finally, he looked up, his violet hues deep with desire and worry, "Roderich, please."
"Please what?"
"I think you know." she moved closer, feeling his breath linger on her collar as she placed a kiss on his head, "Why not act upon it?"
"Do you hear yourself?" he asked.
"Can you see yourself?" she retorted back, "You are having an internal battle and trying not to touch me. I am giving you that permission Roderich."
"I can see that, but it may lead to-" she silenced him with a deep kiss, pulling a relaxed sigh from him.
"Maybe that's what I want." she replied as her hands laid on his shoulders.
Finally, she felt his fingers ghost up her sides, resting on her waist as her fingers graced his neck, gliding up the gentle slope of it. Feeling the sharpness of his jaw as she tilted his head to give him a deeper, passionate kiss. Something in her sparked and became so alive that she felt herself soar above it all. His fingertips left a small spark that grew into an uncontrollable flame within her, making her hotter as the kiss became more intense.
She felt him become feverish with her as his hands roamed more over her, making her quiver in anticipation, yet he still seemed to hold himself back.
"Roderich?" she got out as he hummed in reply, "Do me a favor?"
He paused as those starlit purples looked at her, only one thing came to her mind that would spur him right as she leaned up to his ear, "Have me like you play the piano. Make me sing like you make it play."
Something in him sparked as she felt his hands grip her harder and his lips pressed into her own, a burning delight filling her as he stood up and pushed her back towards his bed. The power that came from him was overwhelming and shocking, yet oh so delicious. Her back met with the tall post of the frame as his hands roamed over her body, making the once burning flame into a raging inferno within her.
She was left panting as his mouth traveled down the column of her neck, moving to the other side as a shudder overcame her body. His thumbs drew circles on the tender flesh of her shoulders, inching the straps farther and farther from her body until it slid down her arms. She let it drop, feeling the cool air caress her body only to be covered with his. He was like a fire, so hot and burning under her fingers, yet he was the one that would extinguish her flame. Her tips covered every inch of his exposed chest and back, feeling what he was like as she gasped at him nipping her neck. Curiosity got the better of her as her fingers danced along the top of his pants, hearing his breathing hitch in her ear.
Delilah let her hand fall down over the rim, her fingers finding the trueness of his desire for her. Hard and hot was all that came to her mind, and she wanted it more and more. Finally, she fumbled around the garment to have it open, her hand dipping down into the open spot.
"Delilah." he groaned out as her hand palmed his erection.
She was amazed. The size and girth was more than she believed a man could be, making her legs quiver slightly in anticipation. Before she could think of anything else, he lifted her against his chest, carrying her for a moment to just lay her down on the soft mattress. A strange adrenaline coursed through her as his body laid on her own, pulling her into a deep kiss. She wanted to dive into this world, to never float and just drown in the euphoria that was Roderich.
Once more his mouth traveled her neck, gaining pants out of her as she felt him go farther down on her body. How she wanted to laugh at the books she read in the past, how lost they were when experiencing the high she was that was him loving her, there seemed to be nothing better than that. Until his lips caught the pink bud of her breast. A spiraling heat dove down to her core, making her body hotter as his tongue danced and tasted and teased the plush mound; only to move to the other side and repeat his damning play, slipping his hand down her belly to skim over her core.
She arched her back, letting out what she could think of as a desperate gasp of a moan. Dear god, he wasn't letting her words go unsaid. He was playing her like the finest piano and he knew which song she could sing best for him. Warm lips cascaded down her belly just to pause over her panties, making her a shuddering mess as small mewls left her. Before long, her panties were discarded with a flick of his wrist as his own pants joined them. She didn't get a moment to marvel at him for his head dove down to her thighs, leaving love bites and sweet caresses to the creamy skin, inching ever so close to her wanting core. His breath danced over the sensitive bud as his fingers brushed along her folds making her nearly go insane with wait. A gentle lap to the nub sent her flying, her fingers flashing down to bury themselves in his hair as her grip tightened when he added a finger to her dripping center.
"Ó Istenem!" she let out, feeling herself soar higher than ever before.
His finger wriggled around as his tongue tasted and teased the nub, drawing little circles upon it, yet when he added a second finger to her did he lightly pause. For Delilah, it was filling and knew she was in trouble for the real thing. The slight discomfort that came with his fingers pumping her was enough to prove that theory as he finally stopped and looked at her.
Opening her eyes she never realized were closed, she looked up at him as he gazed at her, eyes full of worry and wonder, "Delilah, are you a maiden?"
She shied away, "I never ventured through men. Never a boyfriend either. I was set on one man my whole life and decided to set it with him."
"And that is?" she felt him lean over her.
Looking up at him, his violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight, "You. I saw you in those dreams and was awestruck with you. I was determined that you were the one and if I never found you, well then I know I was pure and would be fine with that."
It was then she took him in. She knew she was wide-eyed at him yet she couldn't stop herself. His violet hooded eyes looking her over as his normal pristine tresses were flounced around his head messily. The moonlight gave him a strange milky glow complexion that showed off every curve and flex of muscle upon his body, almost like a statue had come to life and was going to take her.
"Mein Gott." she breathed out, "You are so handsome."
"You should see yourself like this." he smiled at her.
She watched him lean to the side table, placing his glasses down and pulling something out from within just to quickly put it back and kneel between her legs.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make this a little easier for you." she watched as he moved his hand upon his shaft, just to place it against her core, "Try and ease the pain a little for you as well."
She tilted her head back as she felt a lith finger enter her again as another joined in. The discomfort laid lightly as his fingers twisted and flexed in her just for a warmth to envelope her body. Whatever he placed in his hand was amazing as she felt alive. He moved faster, pulling pants out of her as she felt a third try and ease in.
He slowed as the tightness and stretching of her core made her tense up, "It's alright, just relax for me."
She did as told, trying to find the bliss that so many spoke of for the warmth to wash over her again. She felt her body relax and slowly follow the heat as he continued to work her, just for her body to grow suddenly cold. Before she could register what happened, the bed dipped around her as he laid his body against hers once more. His fingers entwined with her own as gentle kisses came to her neck as the head of him laid at her entrance.
"I'll be quick, alright." he whispered in her ear, "Just relax."
A flash of shocking pain delved into her core as he thrust into her, ripping a pained cry from her throat. She gripped onto his hands as she felt him deliver butterfly kisses to her neck just to pepper her face with them, gentle words of German lifted to her ears as she tried to calm down. It was more than she thought, way more as she felt him within her body. How did women find this pleasurable? The burn that lived in her lower half was awful, yet as he stayed there it began to dull away to a discomfort ache. And as the more it went away, the less her grip became on him and he began to move.
He let her go as his hands soothed her sides, matching his movements as hers wrapped around his neck, hanging onto him as a new sensation came to her. The ache that once was there changed, glided away as a new warming and calm feeling flowed. She sunk into it, swam in it as a tingling of electric sparks ran through her blood, heat rushing to every inch of her body as her mind was lost in the waves of pleasure.
The more he moved, the more she wanted. Threading her fingers through his hair, she kissed him, feeling more of the amazing pleasure roll through her as he gave back, only deeper than she was giving. Each pull and push her body felt, every contour of his manhood, every stroke he gave, hitting new spots she never knew existed in her body. To say she was a hot mess was an understatement. The harder she pressed her nails into his skin and pulled his hair, he went faster, harder, and deeper. His arms caged her to him as her nails scrapped down his back, feeling the taut muscle flex and relax under her hands. Now she understood why the women ranted and rated this, the whole act itself was erotic and euphoric. And she didn't want to leave it.
A pained groan caught her ears as her eyes flew open to him above her. He grimaced as he continued, it was then his wounds donned to Delilah's mind.
"Roddy," she whispered, "Liebe stop."
He pressed on, not hearing her as she pressed her hands to his shoulders, "Roderich, please, stop."
Deliah began to worry as his brow furrowed tighter and a spot of red caught her eye on the white bandage. She pushed on his shoulders with all her might, finally getting him to look at her.
"Hör auf, Roderich!"
Finally, he stopped. Eyes full of pain and worry as he looked her over, "Mein Gott, did I hurt you?"
"Nein." she reassured him with a kiss, "But you are hurt. It's bleeding through the wrap I-"
"I barely notice it."
"Your face said otherwise and don't interrupt me."
The man held himself above her silently as he waited for her words, she wanted to continue, to reach the end like she could feel from him, but if he was hurting like she could see, it wasn't going to ease her mind any. In fact, there was only one thing to do. Pushing on his shoulders, Delilah moved him to lay down as she crawled over him, straddling his hips.
"Delilah what are-"
She pressed a finger to his lips, "Finishing what we started."
Placing him back within her, Delilah began with a shaky start. The feeling and power behind the new position was overwhelming and downright sinful. She could feel his eyes eating her alive as she moved upon him, taking him deeper within her as she tried to keep herself grounded. His fingers graced her thighs, kneading them lightly just to move to her bottom as she gained speed in her bounce. She let out a startled gasp as she felt him angle her hips slightly, making him hit a new spot. One that made her see stars.
She was off, her hips moved without her conscious thoughts, only moving to get to the end that she only ever heard about. She knew she wasn't quiet, couldn't be when he was filling her and stroking her body right, yet he wasn't either. Faint gasps, pants, and moans left him as her hips met his. She was on cloud nine, soaring out of earth's reach as her body grew hotter, the strange tightening in her lower belly getting stronger.
Arms wrapped around her chest as lips met a bouncing breast, making her let out a pleasured moan. The man was to be laying down as she worked him yet this action of his seemed to set off a rippling effect as his tongue flicked over a sensitive bud.
"Oh god, yes, do that again." she begged, "Bitte, Roderich. Bitte!"
He did as she asked, teasing one with his hand and teasing the other with his mouth, and all it did was sent her spiraling into the bliss. His hips met hers as she rocked on him, hitting something deeper within that left a wanting scream in her throat. The heat became unbearable as the tightness was overcoming her belly and core, just for everything to burst within her.
"Oh Roddy!" she cried out.
There were no words to describe what she was feeling or experiencing. There wasn't anything in the world that could touch it. Not a damn thing. Her mind was delirious at that moment as she felt him still and pulse within her, making her core hotter and tighter around him. She couldn't move, could barely breathe, hell she was lucky to remember her name after all of that. She leaned her head against his as she came down from her climax, a heavy drowse filling her.
Suddenly she was moved to the side, pressed into the bed as Roderich laid against her, his brown tresses tickling her breasts.
"That was amazingly beautiful." he said, light pants still leaving him.
Delilah chuckled, "That it was. Now I can't move."
"You think you can't move now, wait for a little, I'll have you where you can't move." she felt him smile against her.
"Will you now?" she giggled at him.
He moved himself to be face to face with her, his hands gently brushing her hair back only to pause over the sensors. With a sigh, Delilah removed the pieces and fell back into the world of silence with Roderich next to her as he placed the devices next to his glasses.
Her lids felt so heavy after all of that, not that she fully complained, but the bliss was something she never wanted to forget or leave. Before her eyes fully closed, she felt him peck her lips lightly as he smiled at her.
"I love you." he signed.
Even in silence, he could make her heart melt for him more, and that was worth being in Austria for, "I love you too."
