"SaMo and EB in town on the same weekend!" Ryn gasped. "Oh, please, amant! Take the weekend off ( Read more... )

Ryn dangled her feet into the lake's water, water still warm from the summer sun. She watched as day fell and night was born, smiling to herself.
"Knew I'd find you here." Her mate sat beside her, took off his sandals, and his feet joined hers. The wooden pier was smooth from age, and Torrential was good to lean against.
"Am I that predictable?"
"No. ( Read more... )

"Lighten up, Herz. It's a party!" Ryn glared. Not even the sight of her mate in Lederhosen could make her smile.
"I'm not dancing to polka."
"Just because it's traditional German music doesn't make it polka." He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Würste over the fire, homemade Sauerkraut, potato dumplings...silly Frenchwoman. You don't know how to have ( Read more... )

"I am not sick!"
"Yes, you are, amant."
"Am not!" Torrential winced as he swallowed, cursing his sore throat.
"Yes you are. Your throat is swollen, you aren't eating enough, and you shivered the night through last night."
"...So..." He hated being unwell. His she cared for him well, of course, but she shouldn't have to. He should be caring for her. He ( Read more... )

"Ow! Stop that ( Read more... )

"...Torrential?" Ryn’s voice was tired, and a little confused besides. She blinked a few times and tried to get up.
"Hush hush. It's okay, mein Herz."
"Quelle heure..."
"Three. In the afternoon. You just looked so comfortable I had to cuddle up with you." Ryn sighed, turning so her face pressed against his chest. He stroked her hair. "Just shut your ( Read more... )

He watched her sweat, breaking up the earth with hands and mixing in fresh, nutrient rich soil. She wasn't wearing her normal club or business wear today. Oh no, she wore ragged blue jeans and a red sports bra, dirt mixing with sweat to streak across her stomach. He still thought she looked nice ( Read more... )

Featuring embarrassed!adolescent Torrential

"Brother, what are you---"
"Come. We're going back inside."
"Doch! Jürg, what's going? You said we needed to do some repairs on the roof."
"They can wait, Brüderlein."
"Aha, which means there's something which can be seen from the roof of which you want me to remain blissfully ignorant." He twisted his wrist ( Read more... )

He didn't want to call it a strip-tease because it seemed to him that a strip-tease wouldn't be half as classy. She peered at him through her lashes, grey eyes sparkling above the large, black, silken fan she held in her right hand. She had a deep crimson coloured one in her left, each decorated with embroidery and sequins to catch the light.
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"Oh come on!" he taunted with a grin. "Where's your sense of adventure?!" Ryn looked at the roller coaster nervously. Though in her full form she had wings and could fly, she usually didn't. Heights were evil.

"I left it at home, safely tucked away with my throwing daggers and lock picks."

"Is the Frenchwoman scared?"

"Yes. One has no way of knowing ( Read more... )