Going Home

[xanderlucard]

As we take the last train into Luxembourg, I wonder what horrors await. Klaus, exhausted from the traveling no doubt, sleeps, his head resting upon my shoulder. I adjust my glasses - merely for show - and continue to type away on my laptop. Now, I realize, is a bad time to start over. Which will make me irritable for a few days more than likely.

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[klaus_helsing]

It wasn't Alex's voice that drew me back to the present. Nor was it the feel of his breath upon my skin. It was the language he spoke.

French. With Alex's accent. With his trill at the 'r's. It's orgasmic!

I wake up instantly, my head tilting upwards to look at him but I don't kiss him. I don't dare. "Keep talking," I all but beg. Hell, I would beg to hear more words in that language from him. It's a turn-on, it's magnificent, and it's all for me. I don't care what he says, I just want to hear him.

My arms go around him as I shift myself into his lap, moving his laptop safely away onto the seat next to us.

[xanderlucard]

I hadn't been expecting this, not that I was complaining. I nuzzle against his ear, holding him around the waist and whisper more words in French, knowing that it doesn't matter what I say because Klaus didn't understand it anyway. I talk about the weather, the food on the train, anything that comes to mind. Before too long, Klaus is shifting in my lap, and I know he's turned on.

"We're almost home."

[klaus_helsing]

Gods, I love it when he talks like this. The words are softly spoken and his acent is thick. My mouth licks up his neck as he speaks and I want more of him, of his words. I think he's saying something about hamburgers but it really doesn't matter.

"That's nice." Just keep talking and I'll keep grinding against your lap like a dog in heat.

[xanderlucard]

My hand slips down to his thigh, then I cup his groin.

"You have no control."

Then again, who could blame him. We have ten minutes before the train stops. I make sure we're ready to go in eight.