Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

Spain.

Sergio had got us a taxi to take us to our new home, for now it would be the three of us. He expected to round up the rest of the gang within a couple of weeks, which gave me and Andrés time to get back on track with our relationship before we started revising the plan.

I've forgotten how beautiful Spain is, the bright colours remind me of my playful youth, people dancing in the streets make my heart flutter with delight - I'm home.

Andrés holds my hand in the car and our hands sweat slightly together, he knows I suddenly feel distant from him because of our conversation in the airport, so this was his way of showing he was sorry. We hadn't spoke much since then, and I didn't really feel like I wanted to. I could tell he was gagging to speak to me away from Sergio, but I preferred the silence.

We pull up at the house we'd be staying at and I can't help but notice how quaint it is. It's a beautiful little villa placed in the countryside. This must be until we move into the bigger house because it's far too small for any more then 4 people. Flowers grow up the wall and it is well kept, already I feel content here and in a happier mood to speak to Andrés more kindly.

"So this is your room," Sergio says leading us to the downstairs bedroom. "It's a lot bigger then the one upstairs, and it also means I won't be able to hear you when-" Sergio stops awkwardly in mid sentence and pokes at his glasses.

"When we're making love? Well thank you for being so considerate, brother!" Andrés laughs and snakes his arm around my waist.

"If you need me, I shall be upstairs. I need to do some work before I begin my search for them." It was clear Sergio already knew exactly who he wanted, maybe he had researched us all before hand and had made sure everyone had a strong skill at something.

I feel sick thinking about who my new friends will be. I'd like to hope they were nice, but criminals aren't exactly the kindest people.

Andrés leads us into our bedroom and in the middle of the room I see a massive bed with far too many decorative cushions placed on top. To the left of it is a glass door which leads us onto a patio with two chairs and a table.

"This is beautiful." I whisper to Andrés.

"Mmm it'll do." Andrés says snobbishly and takes a seat on the one sofa we had in the room. "My darling, please tell me what is on your mind?"

I sigh and perch on the bed. "I told you I can't seem to stay away from bad people, and I was right. Here I am with yet another bad man." His face scrunches together, he's clearly offended.

"Aurora, I am not a bad man." He states but I disagree whilst in my current state of mind, in protest I fold my arms across my chest. "You think I am with how I treated the situation with Martín, but please, we need to move forward. Living in this house with just you and me is the perfect opportunity to be the strong, powerful couple we are! And I need you to trust me again, otherwise what is the point?"

I nod in agreement, he stands up and creeps towards me slowly. His eyes never leave mine and he reaches his arms out as a gesture for me to either take or ignore. I'm stubborn, I'll admit. But I need to enjoy every moment I have with Andrés, and I can't waste another second being angry with him. I slither my hands up his arms until I reach his shoulders, and he then pulls me into a hug. We didn't hug often, so I place my arms around his neck, close my eyes and take a deep breath in of his scent. I want to enjoy this hug, and it feels like he was slowly building my shattered heart back together, one piece at a time.

He breaks the hug and caresses my cheek again. "I could look at you forever, Aurora." He makes me blush and I look away with a smile slapped across my face. "You mean more to me then anything in this world."

"I won't tell Sergio then." I joke and he quietly laughs.

I turn back to face him and peck his lips. "I trust you." I whisper and with that, he begins to kiss my neck and starts to unbutton my blouse.