The promised update
Title: Talk
Author: Melusine
Beta: toshimalfoy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/OFC, Wolfram/Yuuri
Spoilers: Through season 2.
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou! and related characters, situations, etc. belong to Tomo Takabayashi and various other people/companies, none of whom are me. This is a fan work; no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Part: 2/3
Summary: Wolfram has been waiting for Yuuri for so long...
Part Two
I.
He woke when he felt her slip away from him.
"Where are you going?" He sounded pathetic. But it didn't matter, not in front of her. Cassandra already knew exactly how pathetic he was and she loved him anyways.
But now she was standing up and beginning to gather her discarded clothing.
She didn't answer for a moment, then said, "I feel like I've taken advantage of you."
He sat up slowly, still blinking sleep from his eyes. "You were more drunk than I was," he said.
"That's not what I meant." She looked at him sadly. "You were upset because of-- what you heard-- and you were vulnerable and I didn't think and I'm sorry."
"Are you apologizing for sleeping with me?"
She gave a frustrated huff. "I'm apologizing for letting you do something you might regret."
"And why would I regret it?" he growled. "Because otherwise I could go back to Yuuri?"
"Alright! I take it back, I'm not sorry. Whatever you want."
Wolfram watched her for a moment as she pulled her dress on. He really didn't regret it. He refused to. But that in itself was enough to hurt a little, because if he was letting himself do things like this it meant he had given up hope. He'd really lost Yuuri.
After a few moments, she spoke again. "I just don't want you to try to make this anything other than what it is. Or was. Fucking me is not going to make you forget about His Majesty."
But it might help. She could distract him--
He gritted his teeth. "Don't talk about him."
She made a dismissive sound. "As if you weren't thinking about him already." Then she looked up from tying her apron strings and her expression softened a little. She came over and ran a hand through his hair. "I have to go."
Wolfram wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down to the bed. "Don't," he said. He kissed her.
But she pulled away almost immediately, shaking her head. "They'll dismiss me and then you'll never get to see me again." She gave him a smile even as she drew away and stood up. "I'll find you tonight."
He really, really didn't want to let her go. He didn't want to be alone. And he definitely didn't want to be around anyone who wasn't her. He'd felt the exact same way so many times in his childhood, but then he'd been able to make her stay because he could always excuse her from any chores she missed. Not anymore. They couldn't even admit that they talked to each other, because they had a History.
Which meant that they'd been caught kissing back when she was his chamber maid and they had suddenly found themselves-- each other-- growing up... She was sent to Belefield, away from Blood Pledge Castle and potentially-lecherous young princes.
Wolfram supposed that he had just confirmed all of Gwendal's fears. But it should be alright, as long as no one found out. After all, neither he nor Cassandra had any virtue left worth protecting.
Except that, up until now, Wolfram had only ever been with Yuuri.
But Yuuri was--
He couldn't think about it. He couldn't think about it or he might give in to the urge to just ride up to the capital and kill them both.
Yuuri and Weller.
He'd heard about it at dinner the night before and started drinking right then. Not that the wine helped.
Yuuri and Weller.
He almost didn't believe it. But it made sense. The more he thought about it, the stupider he felt for never having seen it coming.
But there had been two years in which Wolfram had been allowed to hope-- No, if he was honest with himself he had to admit it was more than hope; he'd been sure that all he had to do was wait and it was painful but eventually Yuuri would want him back-- For two years all he did was wait and all he heard were rumors about the king dining or dancing with various women. Each month there was a different girl, and all went home having received nothing but the notoriety of a brief flirtation with royalty. As far as Wolfram could tell-- as far as he let himself believe-- Yuuri hadn't so much as kissed any of them. But then...
Yuuri and Weller. Fucking.
So, yes, Wolfram had been "vulnerable" last night. And Cassandra had heard the news and come to comfort him.
Which she did very well. Even if it was only temporary relief.
II.
They got away with it. And they continued to get away with it. She managed to change some of her duties so that she had an excuse to be in his hallway every day, and no one seemed to notice if she took longer than usual to finish her work. And every once in a while they risked a whole night in his bed.
It was good. It got so that Wolfram began to wonder whether, if it weren't for all the secrecy, he might be able to spend his life this way. With her.
There was nothing he had to be for her. She asked for nothing.
Still, sometimes Wolfram managed to disappoint her.
Like when he noticed there was something sad in her expression, some distance that he'd never seen before. And it remained even after he'd used everything he had, everything she'd taught him, and made her come twice over.
It reminded him of Yuuri. How Wolfram had never really been enough, no matter how hard he tried.
So he stroked her hair and kissed her face and tried to hold her and said, "I love you." Which was perfectly true. Cassandra was his best friend and he loved her.
But she stared at him for a moment, then kicked him away to scramble out of bed. Picking up her clothes.
She had nowhere to be; it was the middle of the night.
"What?" he asked angrily. "What's wrong with that?"
"You know what!" She threw her underskirts at him, face flushed with anger. "Stop trying to fall in love with me! It's not going to happen! You'll always be in love with him and I'll always be in love with--" She stopped. She didn't like to say his name. But Wolfram knew the story perfectly well.
There was silence for a moment, until Wolfram said, "You're still waiting for him, aren't you?"
She didn't answer. She had found her dress and evidently decided that it was not worth coming near him again to retrieve her skirt.
"He's not going to come back," he said. He wished she would at least look at him. "He's probably found someone who's going to age like he does. He probably has a family by now."
And then she did look at him, but-- it was almost hatred in her eyes. "Shut up."
"And if he did come back for you," Wolfram continued quietly, "what are you planning to do? Leave me?"
"Of course I would! What would you do if His Majesty wanted you back?"
A deep breath. "I wouldn't take Yuuri back if he came crawling on his knees."
"Oh, please. You would run back to the capital if you heard the slightest hint that he was willing to tolerate your presence."
Wolfram put his head in his hands. "Get out."
"Gladly." And she left, dress still half undone and slamming the door behind her despite the risk of waking someone up.
He let himself fall back against the pillows. He'd fought with Cassandra before-- it wasn't that that bothered him. It was being forced to think about Yuuri that bothered him.
She wasn't supposed to make him think about Yuuri. She was supposed to distract him, to give him something else, to help him forget. And he'd thought, perhaps blindly, that she was looking for something similar. He hadn't realized just how much she didn't want to forget.
But if it made her happy to think that her human lover would return to her, and if she was content to wait with Wolfram, he supposed he should let her believe what she wanted. He just didn't want to be left alone.
III.
"How long do we have?" he asked, and kissed her neck again.
Cassandra's hands moved in his hair. "I can stay an hour at the most."
"Alright." His fingertips skimmed down her naked body, making her shiver and move deliciously-- wet and right against his bare cock-- but not yet, not yet-- An hour was less than he wanted, but more than they needed. They could start slow.
So he kissed and licked and caressed his way down her neck, her chest, her breasts-- pausing there briefly when she arched against him-- down to her stomach--
He stopped. Drew back to look. Slid his hands over her belly once again.
"What's this?" His voice came out surprisingly steady. But he knew-- it was obvious-- now that he'd noticed it seemed incredible that he never had before.
"Well," she said, shifting a little to prop herself up on her elbows. "That took you long enough."
He couldn't take his eyes away from the now-obviously swollen belly under his hands. "Were you going to tell me?"
"If you didn't notice soon, yes. I was beginning to think I could have the thing and be carrying it around in my arms and you still wouldn't notice. Or that you knew but weren't saying anything."
"Whose is it?" he asked quietly.
She kicked him-- or did the best she could while he was still sitting between her legs. "What d'you mean, 'whose is it'? It's yours, you idiot."
"But... We were careful..." He'd been so careful never to come while he was still inside her. Except for the first time, when he'd been too drunk to remember that with women there were different things to worry about... But that had to be too long ago, and she'd bled since then.
But only once, he suddenly realized. How had he not thought it strange that it didn't happen again as the months went by?
She shrugged as he finally dragged his gaze up to look at her. She was smiling. "The good news is that you can't get doubly pregnant so you can fuck me all you want." She sat up-- with a little bit of difficulty-- How had he not noticed?-- and looped her arms around his neck.
He avoided her mouth when she tried to kiss him. "We should get married."
She sighed and let go. "I knew you'd say that."
"Well, why not? I can support you--"
She was moving away, untangling herself from him. "For one thing, it would ruin your reputation."
Wolfram snorted. "You mean my reputation as the king's discarded whore?"
"Better that than a sad little ex-prince who takes advantage of his servants because he can't get any otherwise." She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, but at least she wasn't leaving yet. "And I would rather they call me a slut than a prostitute. Not that it matters much to me, but my family..." She trailed off.
"What are you going to do, then?"
"I haven't decided yet. But I don't want to marry you, Wolfram." She looked back over at him. "Don't make that face. You don't want to marry me, either."
He turned away and didn't argue. If he did she would bring up Yuuri. Not that Wolfram wasn't already thinking about him.
Yuuri had wanted a child so badly... Or had that been just another excuse not to be with Wolfram?
Now even Wolfram's best friend had excuses not to be with him.
But then he felt her hand on his shoulder, then the warmth of her body on his back as she sat down to wrap her arms around him.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not leaving. Everything's going to stay the same." She nipped his ear. "Now, we've still got some time..."
"Wait," said Wolfram, as something occurred to him. "Should you really be working in your condition?"
She laughed. "My 'condition'? It's not like I'm sick. What am I supposed to do, sit around until it's born? Maybe that's how your noblewomen do it, but I'm perfectly able to work, thank you."
"If you married me you wouldn't have to."
Another chuckle. "You want to marry me out of pity?"
He turned himself around to face her. "I want to make you happy."
"What makes you think you don't?"
Her smile was so beautiful. So he nodded and kissed her. Let her distract him again.
IV.
"You look terrible," Cassandra informed him as she came in, before sitting down heavily next to him.
Wolfram smiled. He had no doubt that he did look terrible. He hadn't slept well in two weeks. But at least she still came to see him-- to distract him because he needed it more than ever.
Tomorrow he would have to see Yuuri.
"Easy for you to say," he countered. "You're glowing."
She snorted. "If by 'glow' you mean 'sweat'." She stretched out on his bed with a contented sound. "Really," she yawned. "You should get some sleep or something."
He watched her shift until she was finally comfortable on his pillows. "Did you come here just to take a nap?"
"Mmmm." She closed her eyes. "I don't have a royal bed."
"Neither do I," he said, taking an extra pillow to put under her feet. She was actually letting him take care of her sometimes now. But she kept working even with the birth just a few weeks away. "I'm no longer a prince or the king's fiancé. This is really just a noble bed."
He wondered who Yuuri was sharing his bed with now. Wolfram hadn't heard anything since the news that had robbed him of all his hopes. Maybe they were hiding it out of shame. Maybe one of them had found a conscience and ended it-- unlikely. Maybe Yuuri was doing to Weller the same thing he'd done to Wolfram.
Cassandra gave another happy sigh as Wolfram lay down next to her. "So are royal beds even nicer than this?"
"Bigger, mostly," he answered. "Yuuri's bed used to fit me and him and Greta."
Greta would be arriving that afternoon. Tomorrow was her birthday, which was Yuuri's excuse for coming to Belefield and how he'd trapped Wolfram into being there when he did.
It wasn't Greta's doing, Wolfram knew; she was perfectly aware that her fathers hadn't spoken since she'd left. Yuuri had just decided that this year the party he always threw her would be held in Belefield.
Tomorrow night. He would see Yuuri.
He nestled closer to the woman next to him. It was much better to worry about her instead. Her and the child-- his child-- she would bear so soon. She still hadn't told him what she was going to do when it was born. She wouldn't let him take any responsibility.
He could only do these little things-- prop her feet up, wait all morning just to be sure he was there when she stopped by... let her nap in his bed without asking for any of the things her visits usually entailed.
Not that he didn't want to. Especially as she drifted off to sleep and he had nothing to think about but what would happen the next day.
He tried to focus on her steady breathing instead.
V.
That night Cassandra stayed with him. They didn't talk about why it was so important that she did, for which he was grateful. He didn't want to hear what he knew she would say. He didn't want to hear her tell him he was still in love, or that he should try to win Yuuri back, or how perfectly happy she would be to give him up if he did.
They hardly spoke at all. But it still didn't help him sleep. He was still staring at his ceiling long after he'd worn her out.
He woke her up early out of loneliness, kissing her awake well before dawn, desperate to feel her, to feel something besides whatever it was he felt when he thought about Yuuri.
It worked. And even after the last shudders of his orgasm, it was enough that he could still see to her-- make her need him.
But he couldn't make her stay. She snuck out at sunrise, leaving Wolfram alone.
Author: Melusine
Beta: toshimalfoy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/OFC, Wolfram/Yuuri
Spoilers: Through season 2.
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou! and related characters, situations, etc. belong to Tomo Takabayashi and various other people/companies, none of whom are me. This is a fan work; no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Part: 2/3
Summary: Wolfram has been waiting for Yuuri for so long...
Part Two
I.
He woke when he felt her slip away from him.
"Where are you going?" He sounded pathetic. But it didn't matter, not in front of her. Cassandra already knew exactly how pathetic he was and she loved him anyways.
But now she was standing up and beginning to gather her discarded clothing.
She didn't answer for a moment, then said, "I feel like I've taken advantage of you."
He sat up slowly, still blinking sleep from his eyes. "You were more drunk than I was," he said.
"That's not what I meant." She looked at him sadly. "You were upset because of-- what you heard-- and you were vulnerable and I didn't think and I'm sorry."
"Are you apologizing for sleeping with me?"
She gave a frustrated huff. "I'm apologizing for letting you do something you might regret."
"And why would I regret it?" he growled. "Because otherwise I could go back to Yuuri?"
"Alright! I take it back, I'm not sorry. Whatever you want."
Wolfram watched her for a moment as she pulled her dress on. He really didn't regret it. He refused to. But that in itself was enough to hurt a little, because if he was letting himself do things like this it meant he had given up hope. He'd really lost Yuuri.
After a few moments, she spoke again. "I just don't want you to try to make this anything other than what it is. Or was. Fucking me is not going to make you forget about His Majesty."
But it might help. She could distract him--
He gritted his teeth. "Don't talk about him."
She made a dismissive sound. "As if you weren't thinking about him already." Then she looked up from tying her apron strings and her expression softened a little. She came over and ran a hand through his hair. "I have to go."
Wolfram wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down to the bed. "Don't," he said. He kissed her.
But she pulled away almost immediately, shaking her head. "They'll dismiss me and then you'll never get to see me again." She gave him a smile even as she drew away and stood up. "I'll find you tonight."
He really, really didn't want to let her go. He didn't want to be alone. And he definitely didn't want to be around anyone who wasn't her. He'd felt the exact same way so many times in his childhood, but then he'd been able to make her stay because he could always excuse her from any chores she missed. Not anymore. They couldn't even admit that they talked to each other, because they had a History.
Which meant that they'd been caught kissing back when she was his chamber maid and they had suddenly found themselves-- each other-- growing up... She was sent to Belefield, away from Blood Pledge Castle and potentially-lecherous young princes.
Wolfram supposed that he had just confirmed all of Gwendal's fears. But it should be alright, as long as no one found out. After all, neither he nor Cassandra had any virtue left worth protecting.
Except that, up until now, Wolfram had only ever been with Yuuri.
But Yuuri was--
He couldn't think about it. He couldn't think about it or he might give in to the urge to just ride up to the capital and kill them both.
Yuuri and Weller.
He'd heard about it at dinner the night before and started drinking right then. Not that the wine helped.
Yuuri and Weller.
He almost didn't believe it. But it made sense. The more he thought about it, the stupider he felt for never having seen it coming.
But there had been two years in which Wolfram had been allowed to hope-- No, if he was honest with himself he had to admit it was more than hope; he'd been sure that all he had to do was wait and it was painful but eventually Yuuri would want him back-- For two years all he did was wait and all he heard were rumors about the king dining or dancing with various women. Each month there was a different girl, and all went home having received nothing but the notoriety of a brief flirtation with royalty. As far as Wolfram could tell-- as far as he let himself believe-- Yuuri hadn't so much as kissed any of them. But then...
Yuuri and Weller. Fucking.
So, yes, Wolfram had been "vulnerable" last night. And Cassandra had heard the news and come to comfort him.
Which she did very well. Even if it was only temporary relief.
II.
They got away with it. And they continued to get away with it. She managed to change some of her duties so that she had an excuse to be in his hallway every day, and no one seemed to notice if she took longer than usual to finish her work. And every once in a while they risked a whole night in his bed.
It was good. It got so that Wolfram began to wonder whether, if it weren't for all the secrecy, he might be able to spend his life this way. With her.
There was nothing he had to be for her. She asked for nothing.
Still, sometimes Wolfram managed to disappoint her.
Like when he noticed there was something sad in her expression, some distance that he'd never seen before. And it remained even after he'd used everything he had, everything she'd taught him, and made her come twice over.
It reminded him of Yuuri. How Wolfram had never really been enough, no matter how hard he tried.
So he stroked her hair and kissed her face and tried to hold her and said, "I love you." Which was perfectly true. Cassandra was his best friend and he loved her.
But she stared at him for a moment, then kicked him away to scramble out of bed. Picking up her clothes.
She had nowhere to be; it was the middle of the night.
"What?" he asked angrily. "What's wrong with that?"
"You know what!" She threw her underskirts at him, face flushed with anger. "Stop trying to fall in love with me! It's not going to happen! You'll always be in love with him and I'll always be in love with--" She stopped. She didn't like to say his name. But Wolfram knew the story perfectly well.
There was silence for a moment, until Wolfram said, "You're still waiting for him, aren't you?"
She didn't answer. She had found her dress and evidently decided that it was not worth coming near him again to retrieve her skirt.
"He's not going to come back," he said. He wished she would at least look at him. "He's probably found someone who's going to age like he does. He probably has a family by now."
And then she did look at him, but-- it was almost hatred in her eyes. "Shut up."
"And if he did come back for you," Wolfram continued quietly, "what are you planning to do? Leave me?"
"Of course I would! What would you do if His Majesty wanted you back?"
A deep breath. "I wouldn't take Yuuri back if he came crawling on his knees."
"Oh, please. You would run back to the capital if you heard the slightest hint that he was willing to tolerate your presence."
Wolfram put his head in his hands. "Get out."
"Gladly." And she left, dress still half undone and slamming the door behind her despite the risk of waking someone up.
He let himself fall back against the pillows. He'd fought with Cassandra before-- it wasn't that that bothered him. It was being forced to think about Yuuri that bothered him.
She wasn't supposed to make him think about Yuuri. She was supposed to distract him, to give him something else, to help him forget. And he'd thought, perhaps blindly, that she was looking for something similar. He hadn't realized just how much she didn't want to forget.
But if it made her happy to think that her human lover would return to her, and if she was content to wait with Wolfram, he supposed he should let her believe what she wanted. He just didn't want to be left alone.
III.
"How long do we have?" he asked, and kissed her neck again.
Cassandra's hands moved in his hair. "I can stay an hour at the most."
"Alright." His fingertips skimmed down her naked body, making her shiver and move deliciously-- wet and right against his bare cock-- but not yet, not yet-- An hour was less than he wanted, but more than they needed. They could start slow.
So he kissed and licked and caressed his way down her neck, her chest, her breasts-- pausing there briefly when she arched against him-- down to her stomach--
He stopped. Drew back to look. Slid his hands over her belly once again.
"What's this?" His voice came out surprisingly steady. But he knew-- it was obvious-- now that he'd noticed it seemed incredible that he never had before.
"Well," she said, shifting a little to prop herself up on her elbows. "That took you long enough."
He couldn't take his eyes away from the now-obviously swollen belly under his hands. "Were you going to tell me?"
"If you didn't notice soon, yes. I was beginning to think I could have the thing and be carrying it around in my arms and you still wouldn't notice. Or that you knew but weren't saying anything."
"Whose is it?" he asked quietly.
She kicked him-- or did the best she could while he was still sitting between her legs. "What d'you mean, 'whose is it'? It's yours, you idiot."
"But... We were careful..." He'd been so careful never to come while he was still inside her. Except for the first time, when he'd been too drunk to remember that with women there were different things to worry about... But that had to be too long ago, and she'd bled since then.
But only once, he suddenly realized. How had he not thought it strange that it didn't happen again as the months went by?
She shrugged as he finally dragged his gaze up to look at her. She was smiling. "The good news is that you can't get doubly pregnant so you can fuck me all you want." She sat up-- with a little bit of difficulty-- How had he not noticed?-- and looped her arms around his neck.
He avoided her mouth when she tried to kiss him. "We should get married."
She sighed and let go. "I knew you'd say that."
"Well, why not? I can support you--"
She was moving away, untangling herself from him. "For one thing, it would ruin your reputation."
Wolfram snorted. "You mean my reputation as the king's discarded whore?"
"Better that than a sad little ex-prince who takes advantage of his servants because he can't get any otherwise." She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, but at least she wasn't leaving yet. "And I would rather they call me a slut than a prostitute. Not that it matters much to me, but my family..." She trailed off.
"What are you going to do, then?"
"I haven't decided yet. But I don't want to marry you, Wolfram." She looked back over at him. "Don't make that face. You don't want to marry me, either."
He turned away and didn't argue. If he did she would bring up Yuuri. Not that Wolfram wasn't already thinking about him.
Yuuri had wanted a child so badly... Or had that been just another excuse not to be with Wolfram?
Now even Wolfram's best friend had excuses not to be with him.
But then he felt her hand on his shoulder, then the warmth of her body on his back as she sat down to wrap her arms around him.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not leaving. Everything's going to stay the same." She nipped his ear. "Now, we've still got some time..."
"Wait," said Wolfram, as something occurred to him. "Should you really be working in your condition?"
She laughed. "My 'condition'? It's not like I'm sick. What am I supposed to do, sit around until it's born? Maybe that's how your noblewomen do it, but I'm perfectly able to work, thank you."
"If you married me you wouldn't have to."
Another chuckle. "You want to marry me out of pity?"
He turned himself around to face her. "I want to make you happy."
"What makes you think you don't?"
Her smile was so beautiful. So he nodded and kissed her. Let her distract him again.
IV.
"You look terrible," Cassandra informed him as she came in, before sitting down heavily next to him.
Wolfram smiled. He had no doubt that he did look terrible. He hadn't slept well in two weeks. But at least she still came to see him-- to distract him because he needed it more than ever.
Tomorrow he would have to see Yuuri.
"Easy for you to say," he countered. "You're glowing."
She snorted. "If by 'glow' you mean 'sweat'." She stretched out on his bed with a contented sound. "Really," she yawned. "You should get some sleep or something."
He watched her shift until she was finally comfortable on his pillows. "Did you come here just to take a nap?"
"Mmmm." She closed her eyes. "I don't have a royal bed."
"Neither do I," he said, taking an extra pillow to put under her feet. She was actually letting him take care of her sometimes now. But she kept working even with the birth just a few weeks away. "I'm no longer a prince or the king's fiancé. This is really just a noble bed."
He wondered who Yuuri was sharing his bed with now. Wolfram hadn't heard anything since the news that had robbed him of all his hopes. Maybe they were hiding it out of shame. Maybe one of them had found a conscience and ended it-- unlikely. Maybe Yuuri was doing to Weller the same thing he'd done to Wolfram.
Cassandra gave another happy sigh as Wolfram lay down next to her. "So are royal beds even nicer than this?"
"Bigger, mostly," he answered. "Yuuri's bed used to fit me and him and Greta."
Greta would be arriving that afternoon. Tomorrow was her birthday, which was Yuuri's excuse for coming to Belefield and how he'd trapped Wolfram into being there when he did.
It wasn't Greta's doing, Wolfram knew; she was perfectly aware that her fathers hadn't spoken since she'd left. Yuuri had just decided that this year the party he always threw her would be held in Belefield.
Tomorrow night. He would see Yuuri.
He nestled closer to the woman next to him. It was much better to worry about her instead. Her and the child-- his child-- she would bear so soon. She still hadn't told him what she was going to do when it was born. She wouldn't let him take any responsibility.
He could only do these little things-- prop her feet up, wait all morning just to be sure he was there when she stopped by... let her nap in his bed without asking for any of the things her visits usually entailed.
Not that he didn't want to. Especially as she drifted off to sleep and he had nothing to think about but what would happen the next day.
He tried to focus on her steady breathing instead.
V.
That night Cassandra stayed with him. They didn't talk about why it was so important that she did, for which he was grateful. He didn't want to hear what he knew she would say. He didn't want to hear her tell him he was still in love, or that he should try to win Yuuri back, or how perfectly happy she would be to give him up if he did.
They hardly spoke at all. But it still didn't help him sleep. He was still staring at his ceiling long after he'd worn her out.
He woke her up early out of loneliness, kissing her awake well before dawn, desperate to feel her, to feel something besides whatever it was he felt when he thought about Yuuri.
It worked. And even after the last shudders of his orgasm, it was enough that he could still see to her-- make her need him.
But he couldn't make her stay. She snuck out at sunrise, leaving Wolfram alone.