A/N I mentioned an alternate Langziska after-smut but I've never posted it, here it is!
Franziska von Karma began to cross the line between blissful unconsciousness and wakefulness. She cuddled closer to an unrecognizable source of warmth and let out a feminine sigh, only to have it be returned by a deeper, more masculine one.
Her icy eyes slowly opened to stare back into chocolate pools. Moving any part of her body seemed like a astronomical task, but she let her hand nearest to him begin to stroke his cheek, while she let the other drape over his shoulder.
"Morning 'Sis." Lang murmured, letting his own arm lay across her shoulder. The first thing he noticed was that she, like himself was disheveled from the events of last night. Her silver-blue locks were messier than usual, not to mention she was still quite drowsy and lethargic.
"Mmmmm, did we really do that last night?" The German prosecutor questioned.
"We sure did." Lang chuckled softly. He watched as she attempted to move closer to him by shifting her hips, but winced at the sharp sting she felt in her lower areas.
"Sore?" Lang chuckled sheepishly.
"You may have rendered me unable to walk." She let her fingers trace circles on his cheek.
"C'mon, I'm sure it's not that bad."
"Everything aside, I don't think either of us want to get up."
"That's my Franziska." Lang purred. He aided her by using the hand he had on her shoulder take a gentle grip and pull her closer, hoping not to put her in pain. She helped him by ignoring some of the pain, propping herself up temporarily before lowing herself gently, letting her head rest on his chest. He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her back whilst tucking her head under his chin.
"Are you sure you cant walk?"
