Wow, it's been a while… I totally forgot to write anything….. sorry, let's just get to the point here, eh?
I don't own Paulina Gaitan, Thomas Kretschmann (Although I'd love too), or the river….
Kurt sat on the deck of the Magus, staring at the only thing there is to stare at. Trees. In the distance, he heard the faint sounds of arguing people. Who were at each other's throats today? Usually it was himself and another, but he found himself at an unusual peace. He found himself company. Next to him, a petite girl, quite younger than him sat with her head tucked in his shoulder. He knew she had a crush on him, and found the affection quite adorable. He whispered quietly in her ear, encouraging her to stay with him for the night. He didn't want the sex or even the kissing. He just wanted to make her feel safe.
I remember him gazing upon me, our lips locked together, our legs intertwined, he spoke to me in German and even though I couldn't understand a word he was saying, I felt like I knew exactly what he was saying. Our chests were locked together, as if our hearts were connected. This kiss broke and we panted. We said there would be no sex but here we were, bare chested, the room smelling of newly made love. My father, he would find out and my German lover would be a dead man. But this love would last.
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