Disclaimer: I do not own The Book Thief.
Please note, The narrator, Death, writes in bold.
AN: Hope everyone's summer break is good :)
German note: Did include info from the article: articles/fanta-soda-origins-nazi-germany.
A/N #2: PLEASE NOTE IN THIS FIC: LIESEL IS NOW 16, BETTINA IS 14, VIKTOR IS 18 AND RUDY IS 16 YEARS OLD!
Chapter 23: Fanta
"Are you ever going to stop smoking?" Liesel complained, breaking into Viktor's train of thought. She sat cross legged across from him on his bed, she had been coming to his house a few times already. He looked up at her, still not accustomed to someone caring about his well being. He wanted to take her kindness for what it is: kindness. Instead, he can't just leave it at that. He inhaled and blew a large puff of smoke in her face, chuckled as she coughed and glared at him. "What is it to you?" He asked cynically. Liesel groaned, reached over to grab the cigarette from his hand. This time he is too slow to avoid her, and she yanked and extinguished it between her fingertips. "Hey! I was using that you know!" He is annoyed, she was taking this smoking thing too far lately. Cigarettes were hard to come by, he wasn't made of reichmarks for Gott's sake, well not him, but his father was.
"I thought we were making progress." She declared matter of factly, drawn an eye roll from Viktor.
"We?" Viktor added incredulously. "There is no we, just me. You don't smoke."
"You know what I mean..." Liesel added, smirking. "Besides it makes you taste bad anyway." Viktor swallowed, feeling himself hardening. They haven't gotten that far, but she has at least attempted to give him a hand job the last time she came over. Even if it ended prematurely, quite literally all over her. His mind drifted back to that day.
It is a handful of hours after the stars had risen and the moon was out. In Himmel, Rosa had already taken to her bed and fallen into a deep sleep, and dream world that existed where Hans never decided to take in the Book Thief at all. A world where she could control everything again, without feeling the uncomfortableness she felt for housing a Jude. On the other side of the Amper, in Grande Strasse, Adette as per usual had left town, perhaps to another bar to drink away her family as she abandoned her son once again. Only for him to be visited by a thief stealing away in the night.
There are two knocks at the door. Viktor had gotten up from his post as the window sentry. All the lights are off, his mother may not be home, but the neighbors are. And they loved to gossip. He made his way to the door and peeked out of the door peep hole. There is no one at the front door. That didn't deter him, Liesel is quite short. He peeked through the side window and there is her shadow form. He cautiously opened the door as to not make a sound and let her in.
"Why didn't you let me in right away?" She breathed, her hand reached out to cup his cheek, the cool night sky on her skin.
"I didn't see you out there." He explained. She really is too sneaky, he could not catch a single glimpse of her walking to his house, he doubted anyone else did.
"I wasn't hired as a professional thief for nothing." She was referring to her stealing days with Arthur Berg a few years ago. That pimple face that led their apple raids, at least until he himself took over for a bit. "Don't brag so much. Did you forget I fired you?" Viktor retorted.
"Did you forget you retired?" Liesel countered. Viktor waved her off, not wanting to be stuck in another power struggle with her. At least it was too dark for her to see his wave of defeat. He clutched her hand, that still felt cold and shuffled around for the stairs that led to his bedroom. He heard her stumble behind him. When he reached what was probably his bedroom door, he made sure the door was open before he entered the room so he wouldn't have a repeat of last week when he slammed into a door he thought was opened. Liesel giggled. "No door wrestling tonight?" He cringed at the memory. Not his brightest moment. He reaches his bed finally, and pats the soft comforter for her to sit there. She obliged, climbing onto it. "What whiskey do you want? Jägermeister or Jägermeister?" Viktor asks.
"Your finest Amerikanischer wein, aged 200 years or more." Liesel joked with him.
"Do Americans even drink wine?" Viktor asked with a laugh.
"They do! It's called Grape Fanta!"
"Bullshit."
"You're right! Sorry, Americans probably call it Grape Coca-cola!"
"You dummkopf... They probably mix milk with their wine. Like those gross floating drinks they make with Coca-Cola." Viktor crouched down and crawled under his bed to where he stashed some of his mother's liquor. "Like I said, all I have is this bottle of Jägermeister and some really old Fanta."
"That'll do."
Later, after they were halfway through the bottle. Liesel finally realizes they didn't even touch the Fanta. She nudged Viktors thigh with her elbow. "The Fant... umm..."
"The Phantom?" Viktor asks.
"Y'know the Gray...Fant?" She slurs.
"Oh. You want the Fanta?"
Liesel nods her head vigorously, grunting with the effort. "You know I can't see you nodding, right? I can only hear those stupid noises you're making that sounds like you're nodding." She didn't answer and he sighed, opened the Fanta. It smelled like it had seen better days. She ripped it from his hand, and downed a large swig before plopping it back into his hand none too gracefully. He wasn't sure if he wanted to drink the foul smelling carbonated drink.
"Is it me or does this taste fucking horrible." Liesel asked out of the blue.
"Aren't you drunk?"
"It tastes so bad it made me sober."
"What's it taste like?"
"I can't quite put it into words."
***WHAT IT TASTES LIKE PUT INTO WORDS***
Rotten apple pulp and moldy cheese.
***AN UNEXPECTED FACT***
During the Third Reich, Coca-Cola invented Fanta for Nazi Germany. The owner of Coca-Cola, Robert Woodruff, loved Hitler so much that he even went so far as to sponsor the 1936 Berlin Olympics with banners featuring the Coca-Cola logo with the swastika. The 10th anniversary party for Coca-Cola ordered a mass heil Hitler for Hitler's 50th birthday. Along with the quote,"To commemorate our deepest admiration for our Fuhrer."
"I don't think you should drink anymore." Viktor said, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Do you want to have sex?"
"I know I'm right- wait W-WHAT?!" Viktor exclaimed, startled. "Are you s-sure your ready? I thought you weren't over Rudy- er that cripple." Viktor hated himself for stuttering at a time like this. He has to look cool, calm and collected. But he really wasn't. He absolutely did not feel cool, calm and collected.
"I am ready. I trust you. And you've done it before haven't you? What could go wrong?"
"Y-yes I h-have. B-but..." She left me. "Everyone is different." Because I came too fast. "And likes different things." She said it was the worst... We never even had sex to begin with. I ruined it because I was too nervous. He continues in his head.
She kissed him, her soft lips against his, parted ever so slightly. "Hey. It's okay." She sat up on her knees and leaned forward until her breast is pressed against the side of his head. Viktor blushes hotly. "I-I-I.." He yammers. "Shhh. Listen do you hear that?"
Viktor paused, his heart racing in his ears and tries to listen. He heard her heart racing too in symphony with his. "See I'm nervous t-too." She stuttered softly. That is all it took for him to find his composure again. He leaned into kiss her softly, gathered her form against his body. She was wearing that white cotton dress that he bought for her awhile ago. The thin one that fell to just above her knees with the blue ribbons on the sleeves. He opened his mouth to let her tongue in and they shared a passionate kiss. His heart still pounded away in his chest as he cupped his hand to her breast to feel her heart once again. Don't be nervous, he told himself, slided his hand down the front of her dress. He grasped her nipples, hardened and perky and twists them between his thumb and his pinky. She moaned quietly.
They continued to make out slow and sweet. It is like everything is finally falling into place. She leaned backward more and more, until he discovered that she is on her back, rested below and he is on top. His hands traveled lower as his thumb shifted against her collarbone into the little dip that he was fond to kiss. He pressed his lips there and she sighed. He continued to pepper her with soft gentle kisses and nips that created more moaning. Her back arched, her breast spilling out of her dress, her nipples a pink rosy tint that were swollen and hard. He lowered his mouth to lick and suck on them.
"A-ah. That uh... feels good." Liesel whispered. He spent some more time licking and fondling her before he went any lower. He reach around to grab her ass that was nice and firm. He felt his dick twitching in his pants, his erection getting painful. He unzipped the front of his pants, and let it air out so to speak.
"Whoa." Was all Liesel said. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph that's massive."
Viktor blushed at the praise. "Yeah.."
"Is that thing even going to fit inside me?"
"It's not a thing."
"Sorry, not thing. I meant monster."
"You don't have to if you dont want to." Viktor frowned at her word choice. She thought I was a monster?
"Yeah, can we wait some more? I also feel like I'm still drunk." She said apologetically.
"We can wait." Viktor reassured her. He hoped she didn't hear the disappointment in his voice. "So um... what do you want to do now?"
"Aren't you going to put it away?" Liesel asked, staring at his hard on, causing him to flush even deeper.
"I u-uh can't when it's like this. Too painful." He elaborated in humiliation.
"It hurts?" She asked in concern. "How can you make it go away?"
"I can either jerk off right in front of you or..." He trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence.
"Or...?" She prompted.
"You can do it for me." He finished.
"Oh." She blushed. "That's it? Why didn't you just say so? I can do that for you." Before he can even respond, she seized his dick and started jerking it with force. "Aahh!" He moaned loudly, before quickly trying to cover his mouth. She continued to jerk him up and down. She was really good at this. Uh oh, too good at this. He wasn't gonna last at this rate. "S-slow down..." He tried to warn her.
"Why? You seem really into it. Oh! You want my mouth, huh?" She opens her mouth, and just the heat radiating from her mouth seals the deal. He cums into the roof of her mouth. She wasn't expecting it and so she gasps and falls back a little, causing her face to get sprayed with it. And the sight of her beautiful face covered in his you know what made him cum ever harder. "Ahhh! What the fuck Viktor!" She screams in fury.
"I-I'm sorry! I told you to slow down. I have a hard time holding it! L-let me get you a towel!" He scurried off quickly, desperate to escape his embarrassment.