Fighting For Love

XVIII - His (18+)

Yes, this is not you hallucinating. I am oficially back with this one and am here to stay. Quarantine's been keeping me at home for over a month now and inspiration's been flowing stronger than the Mississippi, so much so that I decided to finish this story.

So, today, I shall be continuing right where it stopped. If you don't remember (which is 101% understandable), our heroes were in Paris where they - finally - decided to express the love they felt for one another and are now about to take things a step further - or deeper, if you know what I mean.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX (hence the title of the chapter), so I'll leave a sign when that part does take place. If that's not up your alley, I kindly suggest you to skip the chapter when you see the sign as not reading it from that sign on will not interfere on your understanding of the story, but something important does happen in the beggining.

With that said, enjoy!

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June 21st, 1940 - 23:00

Paris, France

A thunder echoed across the sky as we approached the hotel once again. We picked up speed so we wouldn't get soaked when it started to rain, which happened the moment we stepped into the reception.

"Monsieur Ziemann!" The receptionist called no sooner we crossed the glass doors of the hotel.

"Yes?" Otto asked, smiling.

Neither of us had stopped smiling after that kiss. I had never felt as happy as I was feeling at that very moment.

"A letter arrived to you from Austria this evening." He said, handing the letter to Otto. "It was delivered by a German official who came from Salzburg, he says it's urgent."

Otto examined it briefly, concluding that it was from his uncle, which made his smile fade completely. He scoffed and shoved it inside his pocket, taking very little care of it.

"Was that all?" He asked the receptionist as his smile started coming back.

"Oui, monsieur."

Otto nodded, "Merci, Pièrre. Have yourself a good night." He said as we walked to the stairs. I don't know when he had the time to find out the receptionist's name, but he somehow managed to do it.

"You too, monsieur." Piérre said from the reception.

"I most certainly will," Otto whispered to me.

"How do you know his name is Piérre?" I asked him.

"I don't, I just took a strong guess." He admitted, laughing.

I laughed as well. For once, I was not scared of people hearing us laughing on the corridors.

(A/N: From here on)

I opened our bedroom door and we both walked in. I turned on the lights and he closed the door. We knew we wanted to take our relationship a step further, but we were both unsure of what to do. Yet, we knew that whatever it was that we were going to do would have to be done on a bed and that's exactly where we went.

We took our shoes off and sat across each other, simply enjoying each other's company without saying a word or making a move. It was as though we - or at least I can say this about me - were both surprised that we were on that position, as neither of our plans included anything that would happen after we both declared our love for each other, much because the odds of it ever happening were small and those of something happening after that were even smaller.