COD One Shot Collection

Sauna Time With König

It wasn't your first time being in Austria, not since you married König five years ago. Yet this time, there would be a premiere.

You knew he liked going to the sauna but for you, that was an entirely new territory. With wide eyes, you listened to him as he told you about the shockingly unfamiliar sauna etiquette.

"Also Engel, saunas in Austria are usually mixed– "

Okay, that's fine. Swimming pools are mixed too, and beaches of course. Why did he mention that?

" –and textile free."

"What, really?!", you exclaimed now. Being naked around strangers had not been on your agenda.

"Okay, also kein FKK...", he whispered, but when you asked him to repeat because you couldn't hear, he just waved his hands dismissively.

"Nothing important, back to the topic. No bikini, but you can keep your towel on at all times. Can't guarantee that for other people though."

You pondered for a few seconds. Frankly, you didn't really care about other people being naked if that was what they wanted, you weren't forced to look at them after all.

Besides, it was rare for König to be on holiday, so you wanted to enjoy every second with him and you always wanted to try a real sauna.

"I can go on my own if you're uncomfortable."

"No no", you started, "it's fine with a towel. Unless the showers are mixed...?"

"Nein!", he urged, shaking his head as if your assumption was somehow outrageous.

He didn't show, but he was delighted that you wanted to come with him, evident by how fast he packed all your stuff five minutes later.

Two towels and a fluffy looking robe each (you had to borrow one from his sister because no way you fit into one of his), body wash and shampoo all landed in his duffle bag.

"Oh", you breathed out, tilting your head. He looked up from the bag and hummed.

"Textile free means no sniper hood either, mh?", you teased him.

His body straightened and suddenly he towered above you again before his face inched closer to yours.

"Don't worry. I have my ways", he said, tossing another small towel into the bag, and then his eyes narrowed and his voice dropped an octave, "I know you can't get enough of my face, mein Engel."

His fucking husky voice and the German pet names got you every time. Unfortunately, the growing ache between your thighs would have to wait until later, since König was already halfway out of the door.

"As if the sauna's running away", you muttered as you grabbed your handbag before running after him.

His hometown was small, but the short drive was still long enough for your brain to throw a couple of expectations into your mixed feelings about going to a textile free sauna.

To your surprise, it wasn't that bad. König went to the men's room, reminding you to take a quick shower before meeting again in the sauna area. The women's changing rooms were clean and comfortably empty.

Four older ladies greeted you civilly (luckily your little German sufficed), and you nodded back without staring at their bodies. It was interesting, to say the least. None of them seemed to know each other and yet they were absolutely comfortable in their own skin. It was refreshing.

"Was it okay?", König asked you when you joined him on the other side of the changing rooms.

"Yeah, not as bad as I expected", you smiled genuinely.