Journey || Erik Durm

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ERIK:

                 I woke up the next morning tangled under a cocoon of quilts and blankets, breathing raggedly into skin as hot as molten lava. My hands were digging into something akin to fur, which, upon awakening, I realized was the texture of familiarly knitted sheets.

"Emlia," I murmured, sighing dreamily as I closed my eyes once more.

"Marco," she cooed.

"Marco?" I repeated, my eyes darting open as Charlotte, tangled in those sheets, yelped "Emilia?" at the same time.

"Vögeln," I muttered, laying my back against the bedrest as Charlotte jumped from the bed, smoothing her hair into a tasteful bun at the crown of her head. And then she screamed, her high pitched voice drilling into my head, making it ache. 

"What the fuck, Charlotte?" I groused, rubbing my temples.

Her breathing labored as she shouted, "Why am I naked?" And then, rather quickly, she added, "Why are you naked?

I closed my eyes, ignoring her.

"Oh my fucking god, Erik. I think we fucked last night!"

I choked on air.

What happened last night?

The last sincere thing I recalled was Marco and Charlotte on the dancefloor.

We fucked last night, Charlotte's voice rang in my ear, and I chose not to believe her.

"In your dreams, maybe."

"Condoms," she cried, throwing her hands in the air. "There are used condoms all over the trashcan next to the bed."

"Let me see—"

She touched my cheek, using the grasp to turn my head around; and I saw.

"We didn't use that," I deadpanned, scoffing.

"We did."

"How many times?"

Charlotte's lips contorted into a disgusted frown. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Three...four, times?" An amused smirk fashioned on my face at her frenzied tone, which she immediately reprimanded, "Erik, stop being so smug about this!"

"You're into me."

She released another baffled scream, the screams eventually transforming into wails. "I can't believe this. We had sex and you're making disgusting puns!"

My eyes lazily traveled to her, nearly bulging out of their sockets once they landed on her breasts, which I had not realized were brazenly exposed until that very moment, voluptuous against her tanned skin. 

When she discerned my staring, she grunted childishly, her face turning into a bashful hue of pink as she pulled a set of white sheets to her chest. "Erik, quit being a pervert!"

"Nothing I haven't seen before." 

"Goodness," she breathed, and when I failed to respond, she rose from the bed, sheets clinging to her body, and slapped me across the face; and then I awoke—really, genuinely awoke—and thus Lotte's chastises successfully barelled into my ears. "Erik, you pathetic excuse of a man! We slept together."

"Big deal."

"Maybe it isn't a big deal to you," she muttered, sadly bowing her head downward.

"Don't tell me you've never slept with anyone before, Charlotte," I antagonized, and when she said nothing, I cooed, reaching to pinch her cheeks, "Aw, baby."