Verlass Mich Nie Wieder

The Welding Hug

Josef Ludwig, it was a lovely name. It was the name of the man you were currently playfully scolding, as he tried to sneak up on you and hug you.

You and the Medic had been together for about three years now. He'd asked you out as you lay on his examination table while he fixed you up from the days work. Not the most romantic of places, but it sure did keep your mind off of the pain.

You were now both stood in his infirmary, wiping down the bloody surfaces from today's aftermath of battle... well you were anyway. Josef was still intent on welding your bodies together with his hug.
"Come on Josef, give us a hand. You can have your cuddle later." You laughed. Reluctantly, he let go and helped you. Not without a kiss of course.

Once the infirmary was clean (or at least somewhat hygenic) you both got showered and changed for bed.

It was ceasefire, so the whole team, Medic included (for a change), were very relaxed. You hated seeing your lover stressed. You'd often try to send him to bed early while you did his work because you despised seeing him like that so much. Much to your dismay however, it didn't work all that often.

Josef walked over to you, clad in just a pair of loose brown pyjama bottoms. "Can I have my hug now, Schatz?" He smiled as he opened up his arms, waiting for you. After staring at his broad chest and muscular arms for probably a lot longer than you really should have, you smiled back at him and buried yourself in his embrace.

He lay down on the bed with you still in his arms and pulled the covers over you both. "Gute nacht mein liebling" murmured the Medic as he closed his eyes. "G'night Josef" you replied as you followed suit.

3:46am

"The enemy has taken our inteligence..."