Chapter 4: Heaven

Wolfgang didn't remember passing out. Yet here he was, lying on slick pool tiles, a group of shocked mostly nude people crowding around him.

Wolfgang took a few seconds on the floor to get his bearings, feeling slightly drowsy.

Lying on the moist ground, Wolfgang realized he felt better than he had in ages. His head was quiet of doubts and his body felt virile, alive. For once, Wolfgang felt as though he had accomplished something worthwhile – something good.

He couldn't pretend anymore. This mysterious woman and the rest of the people in his head were not figments of his imagination. They were too human, too alive, and they could see him like he could see them. It might have been insane, but Wolfgang had reconciled this with himself. I believe this people are real. I am not alone.

Coming back to the present, Wolfgang became conscious of his legs being elevated by a towel-clad man. An elderly woman had broken out from the crowd to gently stroke his damp hair. Wolfgang blinked, unused to and uncomfortable with the attention. Shifting, he opened his mouth to reassure everyone; I'm fine, I'm fine, get off me, I don't need help, but the words stuck in his throat. The rhythmic stroking of his hair reminded him of his mother. He felt like a little kid again, before everyone had stopped caring about him.

Finally getting out an, "I'm awake, I'm okay," Wolfgang smiled at the older lady, easing himself up onto his hands. Most of the crowd had dispersed by this time, seeing he was conscious. Wolfgang was eager to leave before someone alerted the medical staff – he didn't feel like dealing with their insistent advances at the moment.

The man with the towel, apparently in some sort of medical profession himself, quizzed Wolfgang on his past incidents and medical history. Wolfgang kept his answers short, tempted to shake off the steadying hand the man lent him as Wolfgang eased himself to his feet. With a last parting promise to hydrate and see someone if he felt dizzy again, Wolfgang slipped away into the locker room.

The drive back to his apartment passed in a blur, and Wolfgang went through the rest of his day in a relative haze. Now that he was open to the mental connection surrounding him, Wolfgang was conscious of an absence of the strange feeling that had lingered in his mind the past few days. As he went through his day, Wolfgang tried to figure out how to contact the woman, but felt nothing in return.

Eager to meet the woman again, Wolfgang left the locksmith shop as soon as he could - which wasn't that soon, since some drunk tourist – for the millionth time, Wolfgang thought, irritated - had managed locked themselves out of their ancient rental car, with the keys inside. Usually Felix handled the field work for these types of things, but he was too busy managing their, ah, other enterprises with Abraham. So Wolfgang was left to drive over and rescue the grateful caller, who tipped him extra. It didn't matter, because Wolfgang got back to his flat late anyway, forgoing his customary beer to strip off his clothes, brush his teeth, and fall into bed. His last thoughts were of the woman at the wedding, and her expression as she took in his body. Wolfgang fell asleep with his face still holding the traces of a smirk.

He awoke to the sound of shuffling and the feeling of cool air breezing over the expanse of his back.

Blurrily, Wolfgang could make out a white and blue shape moving near his wardrobe. His eyes focusing, Wolfgang saw the back of the woman as she creaked open one of the doors. Well, really, he saw her butt. Definitely something to see, Wolfgang thought with a smile, shifting. He stretched, watching her take one of his blue boxers in hand, dropping it almost disgustedly to the ground. Rising up even further, Wolfgang's senses were flooded with light as he lay in a different bed, a different room.

Stretching, he looked around, confused. Deciding to not look a gift horse in the mouth, Wolfgang settled onto his forearm, content to watch the scene play out. Transported back in his own bed, Wolfgang watched her movements on his right. "Hello again." Wolfgang finally spoke, startling her.

"Oh no," She said quietly, beginning to turn. "No, no." Her eyes locked with his, filled with trepidation. Wolfgang rolled over further, lust evident in his gaze. It's not my fault I have a situation going on down below. It is morning, after all.

She continued her chant of 'no's, jogging over quickly to lock the bedroom door.

Wolfgang looked at her as she turned around; taking in her wild curls and her long, supple legs. Every movement made her more endearing to him. Wolfgang could feel an involuntary smiling pulling at his lips, the first genuine one to appear in a while.

"You," she said, pushing off from the yellow door, "have already ruined my life."

"I didn't ruin anything," Wolfgang said with a shake of his head, smug. "You didn't want to marry that guy," he continued, looking down at the bed with a tone of rebuff in his voice.

"That is not for you to say." She said, affronted, crossing her arms under her breasts. She shook her head.

Wolfgang watched the bounce of her curls, raising his brows. "Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it," Wolfgang shot back.

"You don't know what I want," she stated, her posture defensive.

"Don't I?" Wolfgang smirked. He patted the sheets next to him invitingly, and the woman unconsciously rocked forward. She stopped herself suddenly, an incredulous smile spreading across her face.

"No," she said again, raising a reproachful finger.

"Okay," she began, turning in her white pyjamas. "I don't know what is going on here," she said, pacing around the room, Wolfgang's gaze followed resolutely after. "If – if I am totally losing my mind." The woman paced past the bed, glancing at him, with Wolfgang watching back. She slapped her legs lightly in exasperation. "Or – or if one of the gods or goddesses is angry with me and has sent a demon." Wolfgang couldn't contain his smile, a muscle ticking in his jaw, barely holding back his laughter. She glanced down at him before continuing her spiel. "A dangerous pervert demon who never seems to have any clothes on." She finished, unable to hold back her own sheepish grin. It was clear even to her that she was reaching.

Wolfgang chuckled, beaming at her. His eyebrow rose, and he gestured expansively with his hand. "Germans are not so uptight about nudity." Wolfgang found this whole exchange hilariously innocent, and he couldn't help but keep a smile on his face. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

She whipped around, impassioned. "No, this is not about nudity, okay?" Oh no, the waving finger's back, Wolfgang noted. "This is – this is about decency. It is about," here she paused, trying to convey her point to him, "privacy."

Wolfgang leaned back, his eyes half shuttered. He knew she was caught. "If you were so concerned with privacy," he intoned, "and decency, why did you look?"

She paused in her response, her gaze trailing down Wolfgang's body. "I did not." She asserted, her left eyebrow and curly hair moving in tandem.

Wolfgang smiled knowingly up at her. "Yes you did." Wolfgang nodded to himself, a confirmation. "You looked then and you're looking now." Wolfgang raised his eyebrows suggestively, his gaze flickering down to his hard dick. The woman averted her eyes, staring purposefully at the far wall.

She sighs. "I'm not." She insisted again, although this time it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.

"Listen," Wolfgang purred, easing himself up. "I don't know what's happening to us either but I do know that from the moment I saw you," – his mind flashed back to that night, her ethereal form – "I wanted you." The woman's eyes were wide, her stare entranced. "And somehow, I feel that you want me too." Wolfgang's voice dropped a few syllables lower on his last few words, his tenor deepening with desire.

She jerked back, her reaction the opposite of what Wolfgang was going for. "Oh, my god." Wolfgang leaned forward even more, the sheet spilling lower, lower – "You are a demon." With that, Wolfgang blinked, and he was back, alone in his apartment in Berlin. His grey sheets were doing nothing to ward off the mounting chill, the warm light that had suffused his skin mere seconds ago absent.

Sensations flowed through him. Feminine hands, masculine caresses, bodies and muscles and sweat. The water lapped around Wolfgang, his cock impossibly hard, his senses impossibly sharp… and he was standing, surrounded by bodies, joining in, kissing passionately, touching stubble, breasts, smooth skin. He was loose, free, released…

Sitting in the hot tub alone.

But maybe not so alone, anymore.