Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

Vulnerable.

"Lucia!" Tatiana calls as I approach her in the park, she wraps her feeble arms around me and I mirror her action.

"Tatiana, how are you?"

She breaks the embrace and sits heavily on the bench, as if she had become a deflated balloon. "My husband and I just haven't been the same for some time now. More so recently."

"How so?" Finally, she's opening up to me - tell me your secrets Tatiana...

"He just seems distant, and last night I've never known him so quiet." Oh Tatiana, only if you knew the truth.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Be worried. "He's probably stressed about his work and doesn't want to worry you." She smiles, seeing my efforts but isn't convinced - I wouldn't be either. "Tell me about him." I instruct.

She instantly beams a smile. "He's incredible." I smile too, knowing this already. "He's so mysterious that I wake up everyday wondering what he's thinking, and I admire that he tells me everything - there's not one secret between us." Well... "When he asked me to marry him, I was so shocked he wanted to be with someone as young as me, he's almost double my age." Jack was well over double my age, so that's not shocking to me. "Even without an engagement ring, I love him." She laughs and I finally notice there isn't a big rock weighing down her hand, only her simple wedding band.

"And your wedding?"

"Small." She replies quickly. "It was in a small church, and we only had a few guests. My family couldn't make it so it was just Andrés' family and friends. But our first dance was beautiful - he sang Ti Amo to me." I was familiar with this song, even though my time in Italy had been brief I had heard it. "Then we danced whilst the monks sang the rest of it - I'll never forget the way he kissed me, and how fucking happy we were." Were - a word that holds so much power. But I don't hold her to her choice of words, and let her enjoy the current happiness she holds onto that memory.

The right thing to do would be to go with my original plan and flee to Austria and not tell Andrés so he can focus back on Tatiana, because it's clear they really do love each other and I could just be the fog taking Andrés away from his rightful path.

"Honeymoon?"

She hesitates. "Just a weekend away in the Italian countryside." She's lying. Tatiana's problem is she gives too much information away on the truths and hardly says anything on the lies. I wonder what they really did.

"You just need to remember the happier times, because they're not forgotten. Why don't you talk to him?"

"Because I'm afraid he'll leave me." For the first time I notice her grey eyes and how watery they look, no matter how good her memories are with Andrés, his current mood is breaking her apart. Unfortunately for her, if she's tearing herself apart nothing can help.

I found out she was a pianist and that Andrés was very fond of art. I lied and told her I was an artist and was on my way to meet a new cilent after seeing her, she jumped on it and told me Andrés and I would get on like a house on fire - Oh, I know Tatiana.

After a long chat with her I gave her my goodbyes and the promise we'd meet again the following day, where I knew she'd open her pandora box of hidden secrets of her and Andrés' relationship and how each day it would keep crumbling. A part of me loved it, I was sure I loved Jack but I had never been so sure of a man like Andrés. I wanted him, and I was going to have him even if it meant hurting Tatiana.

I see Andrés by the riverside and notice he has the car waiting. He's leaning on the car bonnet with black pebble sunglasses on and I shiver at how gloriously sexy he looks. Older men just do it so much better.

He meets my eyes and half smiles. "Get in." He demands and I don't argue.

"Where are we going?" I ask putting the belt across me but he doesn't answer, he just gives me that smile again and drives.

We drive for what feels like forever until we're at a house on top of a hill. My breath is taken away when I see the beautiful view it holds and the sun fading behind it all. Miles of Italian countryside sits in front of me, it was picturesque.

"Is this where you brought Tatiana for your honeymoon?" I laugh childishly.

"You know as well as I do she can't lie, even if her life depended on it." He says as he leads the way into the house.

Everything is perfectly placed in the house, and everything is expensive. I don't bother asking where the money came from as I know in due course he'll tell me what I need to hear. He takes out a bottle of red wine from the cupboard, again another expensive bottle and pours us a glass each. "To Aurora." He toasts as our glasses clink together and he kisses me.

"No, to us." I bite my lip and kiss him again but harder, when I lean out I smirk which he copies. He puts his glass on the side, then takes mine and hurriedly finds a surface to place that on to.

With our hands free, he grabs my neck and fiercely kisses me, the hardest he's done yet. My hands grab his jacket and I begin to yank it off of him. He bites on my lip which causes me to moan and with my mouth slightly open he slides his tongue inside. Furiously I begin to unbutton his shirt, doing so messily from the adrenaline running through my body. At the same time he moves his kisses to my neck unzipping the back of my dress. Andrés picks me up and I gasp, shocked, I cling to him like a monkey whilst I play with his hair and kiss his ear as he tears away at the dress. Sweat drips down my neck from the excitment of what was to come as I can see Andrés is leading us to the bedroom. He tosses the dress aside and thumbles with my bra clasp clumsily until finally, it's undone. My breasts are bare against his chest and I can hear his pumping heart boom into my body.

He throws me down on the bed, and admires my entire body, his eyes lingering on different parts. With one finger he lifts my leg and begins to peel the shockings off, as they slide off he kisses the inner of my thighs making me sigh heavily. He finally tears away his shirt revealing his true physique which is still impressive, ruffles his hair and licks his upper lip hungrily.

I sit up, each leg on either side of his body as I begin to pull down his trousers to reveal his manhood. I blush, and look up to him who aggressively pushes me back on the bed to slowly take off my underwear. He empowers himself over the top of me, looking the most angelic I had ever seen him, my hands reach around his neck to hold him close and with that he enters me. In shock I gasp but eventually it becomes pleasurable moans. We move in sync together, as if this was always meant to be and I had never felt so happy in my entire life.

When we're both satisfied we lie on the bed together, sweat runs off of me as if it was a hot day. Andrés' hand is lazily resting on my hip, his other round my back holding me in a loose embrace. "I've not felt that vulnerable since the day I found out I was the most wanted person in the U.K." I smile and bite my lip whilst my hands fiddle with his hair.

His hand raises from my hip and with his thumb, he traces my plump lips. He continues to look at my face, taking his time on each aspect like he did the very first time he spoke to me. Then he stops at my eyes and watches me blink slowly at him, he strokes my cheek carefully as if I was fragile and looks away. "You don't regret this do you?" He sniggers at my worried question.

"No, my darling Aurora." He rolls onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, I lean over the top of him and hold his hand as if he was about to break bad news to me.

He sighs heavily, and meets my frightened brown eyed stare. "I think it's time I told you who I really am."

Andrés was being vulnerable too, even if he hadn't quite said it the way I just had.