ein Schuss - One Shot

Vignette 1: "Verses of Desire"

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This story may include discussions of sensitive topics that could be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution.

"His voice reminded me of poetry and sex."

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Best friends since then, now at the age of Y/A, you and Tom share an unbreakable bond. Despite the passage of time, your friendship remains as strong as ever. Tom's playful teasing and occasional bouts of sensitivity have become familiar aspects of your relationship.

One quiet night, as the clock strikes at 12 am, a familiar sound echoes through your room—the signature knock on your window.

Startled yet curious, you approach the window cautiously, only to find Tom standing outside, his dreads tied up in a messy bun, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Schatzi. . ." Tom whispers, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he leans casually against the window ledge.

"Oh god.. his voice reminded me of poetry and sex."

You love the familiarity of his pet names, each one a reminder of the special connection you share. Despite his teasing nature, you secretly enjoy every moment of it, knowing he understands you better than anyone else and you didn't realize you were staring at him zoning out.

His laughter fills the quiet night air, breaking through the tension with its warmth. He finds your silent demeanor endearing, a testament to the depth of your connection. Despite his playful exterior, he's perceptive enough to sense when something is amiss.

"Schatzi. . .I know I look good there's no need to make it obvious, yeah~ " he says softly, his tone gentle and reassuring.

"I'm here now. . .Let me in, alright? I promise I won't cause too much trouble," he adds with a playful wink, his concern for you evident in his eyes.

His smile widens as you nod, reassured by your silent agreement. He appreciates your understanding and willingness to let him in, even at such a late hour.

"See? I knew you would. ." he remarks with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he carefully makes his way through the window into your room. Despite his playful complaints about the difficulty of entry, he can't hide the excitement in his voice.

"Ah, finally made it," he mumbles sarcastically, straightening up and surveying your familiar surroundings. Although he's been to your house countless times before, he can't resist the urge to take in every detail of your room once again. Sneaking in like this adds an extra thrill to the visit, something he secretly enjoys.

As you flop onto your bed, Tom closes the window behind him and moves closer, his soft smile never leaving his face. He takes a moment to stand by your bed, gazing down at you with a tender expression.

"You sure you're not asleep, schatzi?" he whispers softly, his hand coming to rest gently on your leg. His touch is light, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your thigh as he waits for your response.

"I'm sleepy. . ." you mumble sleepily, your voice barely audible as you snuggle deeper into your pillow, feeling comforted by Tom's presence beside you.

His quiet laughter fills the air, a gentle sound that resonates with warmth and affection. Despite the late hour, he finds solace in your presence, his thumb continuing its gentle motion on your thigh as his gaze lingers on your form.