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I woke to the bold scent of grilled fish and steamed rice. Ludwig still laid by my side, clutching my waist tightly. The purple blotches that lined his body now swollen, puffing from his skin out slightly. He looked uncomfortable in his sleep, as though it was a bad dream. My love, my only, my savior, I'm so sorry. I leaned up, kissing his bruised cheek. Then his swollen neck, and all the way to his darkened shoulder. Then, I gently pulled from his tight embrace, standing to my feet. His shirt still clung to my shoulders, hanging down the about mid-thigh, a button-up plain forest green. I stood in front of the full length mirror leaned on the wall across from the bed. My hair was undone, tangled slightly in a mass of long gold. I wore nothing but my underwear beneath the shirt, revealing my bruised legs. I got curious,

and a familiar urge to dance came over me as I stood in front of the mirror. I reached my arms up, clasping them together above my head. Then, I swung my hips, and slowly crouched at the same time. Once I hit the floor, I popped my hands to my thighs, pushing myself up again. Provocative, I liked it. I grinned to myself, enjoying my persona of my own figure today. Suddenly though, I jumped as someone behind me chuckled deeply. That low, seductive morning voice so familiar it sent chills down my spine. A large pair of hands clutched my waist from behind, pulling me back to sit on a firm lap. Hot breath rushed against my neck, and a warm tongue ran up my neck to lick the shell of my ear, causing me to moan. "That was a pleasant sight to wake up to, liebe." I shivered, pressing back into his chest. Ludwig nibbled my earlobe, his hands traveling to my breasts. He moved quickly, ripping the buttons apart in his shirt, grasping my breasts roughly. I groaned, placing my hands on his as he played with one of my erect buds. His left hand swatted mine away, then moved lower. He played with the lace of my underwear, snapping it roughly to my skin. I gasped, feeling his cool fingers slip under the waistband, pinching sharply at my nub. I cried out at the sudden electricity running through my body. I jerked as he slipped one finger in me, then another, scissoring them to stretch me. My voice came out scattered, my tongue sputtering pleads and moans. He added another finger, then worked me like a machine. I was at his mercy, and my limit was approaching quickly. As the wall shattered, I squeezed his hand between my legs, crying out loudly. As I returned from my high, Ludwig threw me onto the bed behind us. He crawled on top of me, ripping my soaked underwear off and tossing it onto the floor. His lips crushed to mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth. I whimpered as he collected my wrists, pinning them above my head. His lips trail down, slipping between my breasts. Then, he collected my wrists in one hand, lowering the other the his own member. I felt it press between my legs, and groan as he positioned himself. He then leaned down, his lips pressed to my ear. "Beg for me, Liebe." The heat between my legs became unbearable, and my arousal was a bit painful. Tears perked, and I turned my head, burying my face into the pillow under me. "Please..." He chuckled darkly, "Please what...?" My cheeks went ablaze, "Please... Take me...Please Ludwig..." I mumbled. Suddenly, a familiar prickly feeling came to my entrance, followed by something swiftly filling me. I screamed his name, and squeezed him closer with my legs. He began to move, releasing soft grunts with each thrust. Tears flooded my vision, my mind and sight turning completely white. I couldn't take it, and after a few more thrusts, I came around him. After what seemed like hours of endless pounding, I felt something hot seep into me, and Ludwig moaned my name. He collapsed on me, panting heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, holding his head on my chest. After our breath had calmed, he was quiet. The smell of food returned to my nose, and my stomach grumbled loudly. My mind wandered, and it was then that I realized the significance of this moment. This was the first time we've had sober sex, and the similarities were few. When drunk, he was gentle, and persistent, quick to get to the point. Sober, he was a bit rough, and focused more on the carnal feeling. He seemed to enjoy touching more this way, and was just a tad bit messy. But, I liked it better this way. I felt like he enjoyed it more this way to. I felt his fingers tracing circles on my chest, his labored breaths on my skin. I leaned down, and kissed his sweat covered head. his arms wrapped around my waist, his face pressing softly into my stomach, relaxing. His blue eyes closed, and his lips pressed softly to my moist skin. "Ich liebe dich..." I murmured, enjoying this moment. "Ich liebe dich auche..." a he whispered, before dozing off. I stayed his his grasp for a while, before gently wiggling out of his arms. I buttoned the shirt, thankful that it was so long on me, the ran out the door, down the hall to my room. I needed new underwear since Ludwig tore mine. I slipped into my bedroom, and yanked open one of my drawers. After dressing sliding on a pair of blue lacy panties, and a matching bra, I plodded downstairs to follow the smell of cooking food. My nose led me to the kitchen, and to a singing Felici. He sat at the table, humming a soft tune, while watching Kiku work over the stove. I smiled, leaning against the doorframe to listen to the song. Kiku's sharp, black eye spotted me. "Hello, Hori-chan. How are you feeling?" Felci's head spun towards me, his song halting. "A lot better than yesterday. Thank you for asking." I replied, taking the chair next to Felici. "How is Germany feeling, Bella?" He asked, his heavy Italian accent brushing concern. "Bruised, but he's ok. He's still sleeping." I answered, smiling softly at him. Felici sighed in relief, then relaxed back into his humming. All went quiet then, except for the sizzling and occasional scraping of the pan on the stove. I glanced out the window, noticing the bright morning outside. It was comforting, yet my heart knew it wasn't going to last. Ludwig took the pain away temporarily, but I knew what I permanent fix would have to be. I had to find Francis, I had to speak with my father.