Farewell to None [5/5]
anonymous
April 6 2009, 15:45:37 UTC
“See me now, Roderich. See me fuck her. See me give her what you can’t. She’s mine for now,” he would have shouted another time, another place.
His lips pressed kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her shoulders, her ears. He panted and growled and could barely breathe. Then she tilted her head back, smashed her lips, her mouth her teeth against him in a brutal, desperate kiss, her tongue instantly probing his mouth. He kissed her back with everything he had, his skin on fire. Suddenly- he felt warm again.
But as they fucked each other more desperately, as they raced to their respective orgasms, she could only cry out one word: “Roderich!”
As he thrust one last time into her, before he got lost in the blinding flood and flash of ejaculation, he bit into her shoulder, before he could scream her name.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and that was when the tears started to come. Her body shook and she tried to smile even as she started to sob.
‘But I love you. And I will do anything for you.’
He stared at her, sticky with sweat and still panting. Then he reached for a corner of the sheets, bringing it over and gently depositing in her hand, even as he pulled out of her and let her be for a few moments. He fumbled in the clumsy bedside table for his half-finished box of cheap black market cigarettes and a box of matches, still sticky and sweaty. Behind him, Hungary rolled over and took a few deep, shuddering breaths.
“I’ll… I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said, and his own voice sounded empty and stupid to his ears. He wiped himself off, put his underwear and trousers back on, and headed to the filthy kitchen, the cigarette dangling from between his fingers. No vodka; his ration was full out and besides- he wasn’t sure if he wanted any more reminders of Ivan fucking Braginsky.
He took a deep drag and exhaled thick smoke. His hand ran through his hair and he started to laugh to himself, softly.
“Damn it,” he said, shakily, in between his laughs. “Damn it all to Hell.”
Elizabetha left at dawn. He made her take the chocolates with her.
His lips pressed kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her shoulders, her ears. He panted and growled and could barely breathe. Then she tilted her head back, smashed her lips, her mouth her teeth against him in a brutal, desperate kiss, her tongue instantly probing his mouth. He kissed her back with everything he had, his skin on fire. Suddenly- he felt warm again.
But as they fucked each other more desperately, as they raced to their respective orgasms, she could only cry out one word: “Roderich!”
As he thrust one last time into her, before he got lost in the blinding flood and flash of ejaculation, he bit into her shoulder, before he could scream her name.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and that was when the tears started to come. Her body shook and she tried to smile even as she started to sob.
‘But I love you. And I will do anything for you.’
He stared at her, sticky with sweat and still panting. Then he reached for a corner of the sheets, bringing it over and gently depositing in her hand, even as he pulled out of her and let her be for a few moments. He fumbled in the clumsy bedside table for his half-finished box of cheap black market cigarettes and a box of matches, still sticky and sweaty. Behind him, Hungary rolled over and took a few deep, shuddering breaths.
“I’ll… I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said, and his own voice sounded empty and stupid to his ears. He wiped himself off, put his underwear and trousers back on, and headed to the filthy kitchen, the cigarette dangling from between his fingers. No vodka; his ration was full out and besides- he wasn’t sure if he wanted any more reminders of Ivan fucking Braginsky.
He took a deep drag and exhaled thick smoke. His hand ran through his hair and he started to laugh to himself, softly.
“Damn it,” he said, shakily, in between his laughs. “Damn it all to Hell.”
Elizabetha left at dawn. He made her take the chocolates with her.
-Hildebrands: a German chocolate company
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That was beautiful.
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Owwwww anon, I think you just broke my heart.
<3
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This was just so beautifully written, so sad, so them... it's just so damn perfect I... It's just mind-blowing.
I can't thank you enough for this fill, anon, it's all I could've ever wanted and so much more.
... I'll go get a box of tissues before I read it again. *saves this*
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I really felt their internal pain and desperation. Really.
Great job, writer!anon.
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Beautiful anon, just beautiful.
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