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He looked at the pajamas in the mirror. The dark red pants fit well, loose but not baggy. Turning, he opened the door. The woman did not appear to be in the room.
Where did she go?
He distinctly remembers her superior, Sir Integra, saying he had to be under constant surveillance. He stepped towards the door to the hallway, pressing an ear to it. There was no sound coming from out in the hall. He pulled away, looking back around the room. Dropping down onto the sofa, he pulled his tags from off of his neck, reading them.
A sigh escaped him, watching the metal glint as light reflected off it. His name was carved into the metal, along with rank. The tags spun back and forth, almost mockingly. His grip tightened around it.
Footsteps approaching caused him to tuck the tags underneath the sofa, looking up at the door. It turned slowly, and the fraulein walked in, a deep breath escaping her as her eyes scanned the room quickly, landing on him. They were amber brown, like cognac, glimmering. Her dark eyelashes framed them, batting as she blinked.
He noticed something in her hand. It was a pack of frozen vegetables. She seemed to notice his glance, and answered his unasked question, "Oh, I'm a little sore and stuff." Her eyes moved from him towards the bed.
"You can sleep on the bed. The sofa seems a little too small for you anyways." She didn't look at him as she walked to her closet, fishing out a tank top and some sweats. Her eyes drifted over to him for a second, as if to check up on him before turning away, muttering, "I'm taking a shower." His eyes followed her path to the bathroom until she was out of sight.
He listened to the shower, searching the ceiling for answers. It didn't make sense. She should have killed him. And Integra should have ordered his death on the spot. She had no use of a former enemy. And it wasn't like she was holding him as a prisoner for interrogation.
At least, not in the normal sense of it.
The door to the bathroom interrupted his thoughts, and the girl walked out, looking up at him from her uniform folded neatly in her hands. She placed them in the closet, turning back around to face him. She had the vegetables tied with some sort of wrap to her left shoulder. He stared intently at it.
"What?" She asked in an almost defensive tone, turning so the wrapped shoulder was farther from him. His eyes narrowed, and he felt himself standing up. Taking slow steps, he moved towards her. She seemed to bristle like earlier, turning the shoulder away more. She had backed up against the wall, eyes sharply watching his approach. He was close enough, he could feel her breath on his exposed chest. Looking down at her, his arm reached out slowly towards the shoulder.
She let out a warning growl, and he paused for a second. He stared down at her, and the growl quieted. He grabbed her shoulder, turning her so he could get a good look. She snarled and jerked from his grip, letting out a yelp as she did.
Moving away, she dodged towards the bed, trying to hide the injured shoulder. He noticed a dark liquid staining the pale wrapping. It didn't take long for him to piece together that she'd reopened the wounds from their battle not long ago. He was slightly surprised that she'd not rested and let the wound heal completely before going back to training, stressing the newly healing skin. His leg was still sore, but he had let it heal before trying to use it.
Stupid fraulein.
I clenched my teeth as I stared at the nameless wolf, who was staring at my shoulder with... Exasperation? I had trouble reading what was going on with him, especially since his mind was shut like a steel trap. His eyes shot up to mine, locking me into place. I couldn't really explain, but his eyes had a way of freezing me into place while making my skin feel like it was burning up.
I wasn't sure if I liked that feeling or not.
'Let me see your shoulder.'
I flinched, surprised at the sudden, rough voice intruding my thoughts. It was gravelly and deep, and sounded very unused, but... It wasn't displeasing to the ear. I made sure to guard that thought as stared at him. He'd not moved an inch.
'No.' I answered defiantly, moving a little farther away from him.
I shouldn't turn my back to him. Who really knows what's going on in his head?
His jaw clenched, and I noted that it seemed to be the only tell of emotion on his face so far. I could feel his displeasure at my refusal.
'I wasn't asking. Turn around.'
I narrowed my eyes at him, frowning. 'And who are you to order me around?'
He stepped forward suddenly, catching me off-guard as he grabbed my wrists, forcing me onto my bed face down. I immediately tried to kick myself up, but his weight was pinning me down, one knee between my legs to help support some of the weight, but still applying enough that I wasn't going to move.
My blood was rushing in my ears, face burning. Why? I realized I should be trying to escape, to get him off and reestablish who is in charge, but a part of me held me to my place. He adjusted my wrists to one hand, just above my head. I remembered I should be getting away, and I tried to wiggle.
'Don't move.'
His voice was accompanied with him pulling my hands higher up the bed, deepening the wounds on my shoulder. I gritted my teeth in pain so not to cry out. I stopped struggling. He slowly moved my hands down a bit to relieve the pain as he brought his head down, his breath hot against the nape of my neck.
W-what's he doing?
I felt my heartrate pick up, and his other hand pulled at my tanktop, ripping it. I wanted to protest, to cry out and fight, but before I could even open my mouth, his grip on my hands tightened in warning.
My mind drifted to the thought of how big his hands must be to hold both my wrists like that, but I shook the thought away as I felt his other hand tentatively undo the wrapping. It seemed odd, how easily and smoothly he removed it... It was almost like he was being careful not to put any extra pain on the wound. I tried to crane my neck up towards him, to see what exactly he was doing, but I couldn't see through my hair anyways, much less turn my head far enough to see him.
His skin is hot... It felt like I was lying against a heater. It was kind of pleasant, compared to the cool sheets on the bed and cold, stone room. I blushed. I really shouldn't be thinking about weird stuff like that in my position...
I felt his hand move the iced vegetables to the side. I could feel his hot breath on the open tears in my shoulder. For a few moments, I just sat there in anticipation, waiting for whatever came next nervously.
Is he just... Looking at it? What's he do-
I shivered in surprise as something warm and wet softly carrassed the wound, causing a soft whimper to escape my lips unintentionally. A deep feeling of embarrassment burned in my chest as my face grew extremely hot. He seemed to not notice my reaction, or chose to ignore it as he licked slowly into the open, deep marks. It took all my willpower to not make another noise, but I couldn't control the flinching and shivering as he lapped at each cut, inflicting both a small amount of pain and... Relief? That didn't seem like the right word, but I couldn't focus on trying to decipher what it was I was feeling.
All I could focus on was the feeling of his tongue against my skin. He didn't stop licking, no matter how much I twitched around under him. My breath was ragged, and although I attempted to breathe deeply and calm myself, each try was interrupted by a hitch in my throat when he ran his tongue across my wounds.
"W-Wh...Why are yo-ah..." I was stuttering like a broken record, his mouth silencing me as he continued to focus on my shoulder. I had to bite my cheeks to supress a moan. This feels... Good... God, what are you trying to do to me?
'Quiet.'
His voice seemed completely unfazed, and I blushed as I realized I'd not kept my thoughts guarded. I tried to distract myself with something in the room, anything, to keep my mind from wandering again, but suddenly, he withdrew, his grip on me slackening as he pushed up off the bed.
Letting go, he moved away. I blinked and spun over quickly, looking at him as I sat up. My mouth was open partially, trying to find words. My skin felt hot where he had touched it, as if burning into it like a branding iron. "Hey, what was- Why were you-"
'You could just say thank you.'
I glared, asking loudly, "Why would I thank you for..." I drifted off. Rolling my shoulders, I blinked in surprise. My injury didn't hurt anymore. My brows knitted together. "Did... What did you do?" I felt the fluster melt away into confusion as I moved my shoulder around.
'Naive pup.' His eyes narrowed slightly, as if displeased with my lack of understanding. He didn't say anything more, just proceeded to turn and walk to the sofa, lying down with his feet propped onto the arm rest.
I huffed, feeling my face get warm again, looking down. My tanktop strap was ripped, now hanging precariously low. My eyes shot up at him again, feeling another pang of embarrassment that I'd not covered myself while talking to him just seconds ago. I clutched the tanktop, holding it up as I went to my closet, digging out a tee shirt.
Ripped up my tank... Could have just asked me to slip my arm out... Actually.. I probably wouldn't have done it if he'd asked...
I sighed, slightly upset he tore through my clothing, but...
He did do it to help me...
I glanced over my shoulder at him, where he sat with his eyes closed. His eyes opened, shooting a look towards me as if he knew I was watching. I turned away, entering the bathroom to change.
He stared at the bathroom door, where she'd disappeared to. The image of her lying underneath him minutes before came to mind. The soft, fair skin. The jagged bite marks imbedded in her shoulder turning a soft pink before fading. The heat coming off her, the rapid beating of her heart. The smell of lilacs and mountain streams in wooded areas. Her long brown hair tickling his nose. The sounds she made and way she shivered.
His spine tingled at the memory of how that felt. Having her lying under him.
He blinked, shoving the memory from his thoughts quickly. Another thought of her, sweating and breathing heavily as she fought him came to mind. Her eyes shining and skin caked with dirt and blood. Her body dodging with lithe, swift movements.
She stepped out of the bathroom, plopping down on her bed. He glanced over at her. She seemed to feel his gaze and propped herself up, looking at him. Her soft brown eyes just watched in interest, her face oddly expressive despite her silence. Something was on her mind, but she wasn't really saying anything.
Finally, she sat up a little more, lips twitching before she spoke. "I'm Katya."
He blinked. She just waited for some sort of response. He didn't answer. She just sighed, explaining her sudden introduction of herself, "Well, I don't think I ever properly gave you my name..." She fiddled with the sheets on her bed, as if nervous with the conversation she'd tried to strike up.
His hand slowly pulled his tags out from under the sofa, bring them up to look at them again. She was now eying him again, curious to what was in his hand. He paid her prying eyes no mind though as he stared at the tags. Putting them around his neck, he shot one more look towards her before turning onto his shoulder, closing his eyes.
"Hey... I can't let you sleep on the sofa like that. It looks really uncomfortable for someone as tall as you." She interrupted, and he sighed. He didn't want to give in and make a girl sleep on the sofa, but he knew that no matter what position he laid in on this couch, he was going to be sore and kinks in his muscles tomorrow. It was an uncomfortable sofa to lie on when you were two feet too long to lay on it.
Turning over, he looked at her again. She'd hopped off the bed, saying, "You should take the bed. I can crash on the sofa." He stood up, walking towards her. He stopped in front of her.
'I can't let you sleep on the sofa.'
She shook her head, responding, "I really don't mind. The sofa is comfy to me anyways."
He looked down at her, and realizing she would not give in, he sighed and laid down on the bed as she walked past him, dropping onto the couch.
"Goodnight... Uh... What's your name?"
She watched him, waiting for an answer. He just gave a 'hmph' and turned his back to her.
'Goodnight.'
I sighed, looking at the back of the still nameless wolf. I'd asked for it, but no answer came from him. How am I supposed to talk to someone who won't even give me their name?
A sudden idea hit me. He was holding something earlier. I recognized the shape of dogtags. His name has to be on them. I feigned sleep, listening closely to his breathing. His breath was slow, deep. But I couldn't tell if he was breathing deeply because he was asleep or if he just breathed deeper than most.
Moving tortuously slow, I stood up, bare feet moving silently across the stone floor. I leaned over his shoulders, trying to get a view of the tags hanging around his neck. I teetered on my toes, so I rolled back on my heels, letting out a soft sigh.
I have to approach from the other side of the bed.
Sliding around the edge of the bed, holding my breath at every little movement he made. Slowly, I put weight on my knees, climbing onto the edge of the bed. I squinted, trying to get a look at the tags from there.
Ugh... I can't see them. Maybe they're facing him?
I crawled slowly on my hands towards him, eyes trained on his face in worry. I would not want to have to explain this. He inhaled deeply, and I paused, frozen to my spot. His jaw slackened a fraction, and he exhaled deeply. I almost sighed in relief. Cautiously, my hand moved toward his neck, my fingers just centimeters from the metal tags. I almost jumped back from the heat of the metal.
It's just warm because it's against his skin.
I released a small breath, attempting to calm my quickening heartbeat. I brushed it again, using my nails to slowly pull it from his body without touching my skin to his. Turning it, I leaned forward more, looking at it.
Before I could read it, arms snaked out and grabbed me, pulling me down onto the bed. I held my breath, listening. His heart was still the speed it was earlier. His breathing hadn't become any more shallow either.
Is he... Still asleep?
The arm around my waist moved farther around my side, thumb pressing softly into my rib cage as he squeezed lightly, pulling my body over. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back a squeak.
His thumb stroked over my rib bones slowly, pressing here and there. His heart rate hadn't changed still. I took a small breath in and released it, shoulders slumping a little. He's still asleep... My eyes moved over to his tags.
I can read them!
I peered into the dark, reading the name carved into it.
Hans Gunsche. Hauptsturmfuher.
Hans... I decided as I looked up at his face that it was a good name.
I wiggled slightly in his grip, trying to worm my way out of his arms. I made a small gasp as his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me tightly against him. I inhaled sharply as he buried his face in my neck, taking a deep breath. He sighed into my hair, his hot breath on the nape of my neck again.
'Curiosity killed the cat.'
I gasped, tilting my head up to see his eyes, deep pools of red wine in the dark, gleaming down at me, face indifferent.
'Were you awake the whole time?!'
'I woke up when you approached the bed.'
I looked down, trying to hide my warming face. His arm released me and I scooted away, peering up at him. He just had the same indifferent face. 'There is plenty of room. So sleep.' He turned over, ending the conversation before I could argue. I sighed, turning my back to his. I could still faintly feel his heat radiating from his back. It looked almost inviting to curl near to, like a fire in a winter cabin.
'You're from Germany, right?'
He made no response.
For once in my life, I felt oddly talkative. Like I needed to speak to him, get some sort of response. I'm usually not one for conversation, even on a telepathic level, but it felt important that I somehow break the wall down between us. Or that wall would never fall.
'I'm sorry you're stuck here in England. I'm sure you'd much rather be-'
'Shut up. You think I'd be here if I had somewhere to go?' His voice interjected roughly. I felt slightly disheartened at his response, but kept trying. 'Why are you here?'
'I came to die.'
I felt a cold rush through me. I turned, looking over my shoulder at his back. It didn't look so warm or inviting anymore. It looked more like stone instead of flesh. 'What do you...'
He turned over, eyes darker than before as they flashed with almost what could be irritation. 'What I said. I came to die by your hands. I was supposed to die on that field. I was promised death, after all the atrocities I committed with Millennium. You, you took my death away.' His face was a mask of calm, but his voice in my head was dark, accusing. Angry.
'But... Don't you have anything to live for?'
His eyes moved away from mine, as if I struck a nerve. 'Whatever reason I had for living is long gone. I lived for a glorious death on the battlefield. To die the way a werewolf should, instead of growing feeble and dying like a human.'
My chest felt constricted at the sadness I felt. He was talking like I had wanted him to, but... I didn't want to make him talk about this. 'I'm sorry.'
The red eyes shot back up to me, narrowing. 'Kill me then.'
I didn't respond. He pushed up, leaning over me. I tried to sink into the pillows as he kept going. 'Put me down. I deserve my death. I have nothing to live for.'
'Find something then! You can't just give up because things didn't go your way!' I answered back without thinking, regretting it immediately. His eyes widened, and a flash of shock passed through his eyes before returning to its normal facade. He broke the eye contact, returning to his side of the bed. I knew not to try to get any more conversation from him. I watched his back for a few more moments before turning away from him as he did me.
'Goodnight Hans.'
He didn't reply. I sighed, tucking my one arm under my pillow and gripping it tightly. The silence was uncomfortable, but I knew any more attempts at a semblance of a conversation would fail to make either of us more comfortable.
This is never going to work.
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