After the opera they returned to the hotel where Mia evened the score, with interest. By the time they drifted to sleep, neither could stop smiling. The next morning they toured a bit more of Stuttgart before returning to Heidelberg. While the day passed well with sightseeing and chatting and companionable silences, Magnus felt something in Mia was amiss. After a late, quiet dinner in the hotel, they returned to their room where, showered and undressed for the night, Emilia tucked herself against his chest and without a word fell into an uneasy sleep.
Magnus awoke early in the morning, in the kind of blackness only seen in the few hours before dawn. Mia was no longer tucked against him and he shifted up to scan the room for her. She stood by the open window, and for a moment he thought she might be sleepwalking, but a wistful sigh alerted him that she was not. Watching Emilia stare out the window, her naked form silhouetted by the moonlight and glow from the castle, Magnus was struck with an idea.
He rose from the bed, striding quietly to her. When he stood behind her, he reached past and unlatched the window, cracking it open a bit.
"What do you say we get out of the city. Explore the countryside a bit. Just you writing, me basking, some frolicking, maybe a picnic."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Extended hotel stays have their drawbacks, for anyone. And honestly, I didn't have much planned for these last couple days. Thought we'd see how it all went. So maybe we get out and explore the country, and tomorrow head up to the castle again, find you a cozy writing spot."
"And what will you do?"
"I'll get a book. Wander a bit. Take a nap by your side. Find some souvenirs, perhaps in the form of new lingerie."
At this last, her body relaxed. He placed a hand on her hip. "Not that you need to wear anything to appeal to me."
His hand slid over her stomach, down between her legs. She pressed against his chest, and growing erection, as his fingers teased along her folds.
He kissed her shoulder. "Let's go back to bed, hmmm?"
"No," she said softly, reaching behind to stroke him. "Here. I want it here."
His other hand moved to her hip. "The height difference is a bit problematic. Wait." He left her, turning back to the sitting area. A tufted stool sat between one of the chairs and the coffee table. He pushed it over toward the window. Emilia had turned to watch him, a teasing smile playing across her lips. She moved aside for him to position the stool in front of the window.
"You realize we'll be quite exposed," he said.
"To the open air and some night guard at the castle with binoculars maybe," she smiled.
He rose, pulling her flush against him. "And if they hear us downstairs?"
"We'll have to be quiet," she whispered. "It can be a game."
She stroked him again, his member now at full hardness, need throbbing through every inch of him.
"I bet you were one of those girls at uni who everyone thought was so innocent only because you managed never to get caught in anything illicit, but you just found ways to be covert."
She moved her hand down to cup his sac and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Maybe. Or maybe you just get me so wet I want you to have me everywhere."
Without further pretense, he hoisted her up, spun her to face the window. Just as she gripped the frame, tilting her hips back a bit, he gripped her hips and plunged into her.
"Fuck," he panted, wrapping an arm around her waist and bending over her back. "You feel so good. So slick, and yet so tight."
His other hand palmed one of her breasts, massaging it as he started thrusting into her. Her pants soon turned to breathy moans, so quiet they drove him more wild with passion.
"Let go of the window, darling," he murmured in her ear. She complied and he lifted her, taking a step back. He slipped from within her and set her down gently. He bent down, kissing her shoulder before skirting around her. He sat on the stool, his eyes beckoning her to take a seat on top of him. She smiled, climbing into his lap, straddling his legs with her knees as she sank down. He filled her again, with a contented sigh.
"Enjoy the view," he said, running a hand over her hip as his other cupped her face. "I certainly am."
She blushed, then leaned in to kiss him. Her touch was tender, but the way she rocked her hips was more insistent. Once they found a rhythm, she placed her hands on the windowsill, looking out at the landscape. She bounced lightly as he thrusted to meet her. One hand rested firm on her hip as the other caressed every inch above her legs, her skin glistening in the moonlight. He loosed her hair from its braid, fingers weaving through sections of it. His gaze moved onto her chest, the hypnotic bounce and sway of her breasts. He leaned forward just slightly to capture a hardened peak in his lips, then continued to lavish her chest with satisfied moans as she reacted to his attention.
Her climax came as a surprise, her arms releasing the window and wrapping around Magnus' shoulders, clinging to him with pants and a silent scream. He dug his heels into the floor and began to thrust into her faster. She moaned, starting to writhe, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. Their chests pressed and rubbing together, Emilia's lips moved to his neck, kissing and nibbling on it. A moment later he clenched his teeth to keep from moaning or grunting loudly as he shot deep inside her. As his first spurt hit her walls, she bit just below his ear and he could be silent no longer. He released a single, agonizingly erotic moan.
As he came down from his orgasm, he moved a hand to cradle the back of her head. "Fuck, Mia," he murmured. "You feel so good, darling. So right."
She hummed in his ear, then shifted back to look at him. She gave a little chin lift toward the window. "Look outside, Magnus. it's beautiful."
He turned to look over his shoulder. Somehow the orgasm, being electrifyingly alive in the arms of the woman he adored, brought new vision to his eyes. The lights shone brighter, the landscape appeared clearer. The breeze blew in and the scent of woodsy air blended with their sweat and natural musk.
"So it is," he sighed, then looked back to her. "And so are you."
She kissed him again, her lips warm, soft, and pliant to his caress. "So are you, love," she purred. "Everything feels… so right with you."
"Mmmmm," he agreed as he pressed his lips to her cheek.
"This is us, Magnus. The warmth and the care. The insatiable desire. The little bit of deviancy. Nature and modernity. Your hands all over me. My lips on your neck. The incomparable feeling of your buried so deep inside me."
"If that litany turns up in vows someday, you're going to make me blush and cry."
"What?"
"You heard me." He shifted to look in her eyes. A moment of unspoken feelings passed between them before Emilia smiled, the light of the city glimmering in her gaze. Magnus kissed her, delicately working his lips along hers.
When he pulled away again, he swept a section of her hair from her forehead.
"What would you say to a moonlit walk?"
"It'll be dawn soon," she replied softly.
He nodded. "No better time, don't you think?"
She smiled, gave a nod, and he swept her into his arms, carrying her into the bathroom.
Showered and dressed in twenty minutes, they quietly slipped out of the hotel. It was darkest along the path to the roads leading to the bridges crossing over to the city, but there was enough ambient lighting to allow them to see. Once near the bridge, they stopped to lean against the short brick wall and gaze at the sleepy town. The light from the castle was dimmed to appear as candlelight, the reflection of the lights in the water casting a cozy glow over everything. The first hazy, grey-blue light of dawn began to break as they walked hand in hand over the bridge. Entering the city, a few runners passed them along the streets, but otherwise they were alone.
As the sky turned a warm grey, they passed a few cafes prepping for the morning. Peering in windows as they strolled, Emilia would wave at some of the workers, or Magnus would give them a sympathetic nod. They crossed another bridge, going back toward the university. They entered a pastry shop just as it was opening for breakfast and coffee.
As dawn broke, the rising day seemed to bring a new level of intimacy between them. Silences were comfortable, not infused with sexual or nervous tension. Conversation topics spanned all manner of subjects with frank, honest dialogue. Magnus read half a novel while she wrote with the backdrop of the mountains in an open pasture. A small food fight on a blanket turned into a game of tag in the fields. When they returned to Heidelberg as the sun was setting, they strolled into a cafe with grass stains and frizzy hair, un-self conscious about their appearance. The next day at the castle, Magnus left Mia on a blanket beneath the shade of the tree where he first tasted her at his own impetus. He did a bit of shopping, bringing lunch back for them, and giving her three gifts, one of which he indicated couldn't be opened until they got back to Ystad. The other two, a silver necklace with a wire-wrapped pendant that almost matched her eyes, and a fountain pen with black and dark green ink fills, she accepted with complete appreciation.
That evening, she gave him a short poem she had been working on since receiving the journal, scrawled elegantly on hotel stationary with the her new green ink (a colour chosen because Magnus liked it and couldn't find a charcoal-tinted ink). Later, she expressed further appreciation for the gifts and vacation with an enthusiastic blowjob, and would not allow Magnus any kind of reciprocation until her hands, mouth, and breasts had brought him two exceptionally satisfying orgasms.