Jun 26, 2017
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extended birthday dance - Kalagang edition
For @timisaliar - “fluffy fic of hernando and daniela meeting the cluster?”
So as we are all painfully aware, I’m sure, the canon ended on a very upsetting note and I am not feeling the angst today (esp bc the request was for fluff lol) so I’m just gonna say that the whole Wolfgang situation was fixed very easily and very quickly and now they’re all just out for a grand time bc we could all use some happiness,,,,,, Also this kind of turned into also Lito telling them because I’m literally furious that we didn’t get to see that, I’ve been waiting for it since Nomi told Amanita :-/
Lito hadn’t thought of how he was going to tell Hernando and Daniela about the people in his head. It had come up a couple of times when one of them caught him talking to himself, or staring off into space and seeming disconnected from everyone around him. Each time, he dodged their questions and laughed things off, and the moment eventually left their minds. But it bugged Lito in the back of his head. He hated having this secret from the love of his life and his best friend. He hated hiding away what had become a major part of his life, of himself.
At some point, he started debating how he would tell him. He started thinking about how Nomi told Amanita, but it felt like that didn’t really apply. Amanita was so much different than the two of them. He didn’t see them needing zero explanation to believe what was going on inside his head. So he waited, and he kept waiting until they began to receive a bit more explanation about what was happening to all of them. And then it became something bigger and harder to hide.
And then Wolfgang was kidnapped, and it came time that they all needed to come together to help him. He wasn’t going to go so far without Hernando and Daniela, of course, and he didn’t think that they were very willing to leave him after he collapsed bloody in the bathroom without much explanation.
They followed him and flew across the world with him, but he knew that they would require some sort of reasoning. The hours of flight would be a perfect time, and he knew it, but he was still afraid. It didn’t help that he was terrified for Wolfgang, and he could feel the rest of the cluster’s fear piling up on top of him. He was shaky, even when Hernando took his hands and clasped them in his own.
Somewhere after half an hour of awkward, tense silence that was broken sometimes to quiz him on Are you sure you’re okay? You have to tell us what’s going on. Are you feeling alright? Are you going to tell us? What is going on?
“I…” he began after at least three whole minutes of reciting what he was going to say first, but the moment he started it felt impossible to keep going. He couldn’t say what he was afraid of exactly. He knew that Hernando and Daniela would never hurt him, but his life had become something out of a science fiction movie. “I understand that this is going to sound… unbelievable. I know it’s going to sound like I’ve gone crazy.”
“Lito, we aren’t going to think that you’re crazy,” Daniela assured him, leaning over her armrest, toward Hernando, to look at him. “Just tell us.”
“Please, mi amor.”
He nodded and sighed. “I… I have people in my head. Not the kind that— Not fake people. I have real people who I can speak with in my mind. Like telepathy.”
Daniela and Hernando were silent, and Lito told himself it was because they were processing, forming questions, but really, he thought that they were wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
“Lito, mi cariño, I think you might have hit your head when you fell,” Hernando finally told him, his voice gentle as he put a hand on top of Lito’s.
“No, I’m fine.” He looked to Daniela and saw the same amount of disbelief on her face. “You think that I’m crazy now.”
Nomi appeared in the aisle next to him. He looked up at her as she knelt next to him and put a hand over his other one. She didn’t say anything. In such close proximity, he could feel the fear rolling off of her in waves. She was probably on a plane as well, flying as quickly as she could to Wolfgang, with Amanita at her side. He didn’t need her to say anything, he realized. He just needed her. Though not everyone was there with her, he could feel all of them giving their support—as much as they could muster with what their cluster was going through. He felt like his problem was insignificant, and getting caught up in it was selfish. Nomi’s hand emboldened him, told him that his fear was okay, told him that Hernando and Daniela would accept him if he could find the right words. The world was crumbling around him, but it felt like they had a little more than duct tape to put it back together again.
“Lito?” Hernando said. He sounded so afraid himself. How could he not be? They were flying far, far away from home with the possibility that Lito had seriously hurt himself growing more prominent in their minds. If he were in his boyfriend’s position, he would be obsessively asking him if he was okay, and planning to take him straight to a hospital when they landed.
“No, it’s true. I… I haven’t told you because I didn’t understand. But I’m not human. I’m some other kind of human,” he explained to two very concerned faces. He was glad that they had ample enough space that he was certain no one around him could hear his hushed voice. Nomi’s fingers curled around his own and she gave a quick squeeze. “I have another family made of these people all around the world. I didn’t know about it until… somewhat recently. That’s where we’re going. My family is in trouble.”
“Hang on.” Nomi pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Do they have Facebook? Of course they have Facebook, who doesn’t have Facebook.”
Lito looked over at her with a frown, wondering what she was doing. It quickly dawned on him and he turned to his boyfriend quickly. “Are you on the plane’s WiFi? Check your Facebook. Both of you, actually. You should be getting a message from someone named Nomi Marks right now.”
They stared at him for a second. Tentatively, they took out their phones, both of them opening their messages. He watched them intently, feeling Nomi’s comforting presence behind him like cold water on an insufferably hot day. Neither of them reacted with much more than skepticism for a moment. But then a crease appeared between Hernando’s eyebrows and Lito knew he’d seen the message.
“What are you—” Daniela stopped as she presumably got her own message.
Riley appeared next to Nomi. “And me.”
“And from Riley Blue,” he added. Tentatively, they refreshed. When Will knelt next to Riley, he said, “And Will Gorski.”
“Amanita too,” Nomi said.
“And Amanita Caplan.”
“Okay, okay,” Daniela said, looking at him. He smiled over at the three of his cluster gratefully. When he turned back, he could see the other two staring at the empty space with confusion written all over them. “How is that possible?”
There was one last squeeze from Nomi, and when he turned to look, she had gone back to Amanita. He was feeling far braver now.
“We’re called sensates,” he began, and their attention now felt much less like they were watching for signs of him being hurt and more like they were begging for answers.
…
The situation with Wolfgang was resolved eventually, and when all was said and done, the cluster was a little beaten and bruised, but they were together. There was something about being physically together with his cluster that made Lito feel like some final puzzle piece was finally put in place. Before, the image was visible and was as good as it would have been without that final piece, but everything was so much more satisfying now. They went out for a drink to celebrate this victory, and of course, Hernando, Daniela, Felix, and Amanita came along as honorary members of this cluster.
There were language barriers to say the least, what with the differences amongst their honorary members, but for the most part, the conversations were all broken up anyway, so the four weren’t missing much.
Hernando knew English well enough, and he and Amanita got along really well. They started speaking about books and split off. Felix was very interested in the girl who had stolen his best friend’s heart. Daniela spent a lot of her time on the dance floor with Sun and Riley.
Lito felt in awe of their coming together, but he was easily broken out of it when Amanita came over with his boyfriend to say, “Hernando has been telling me about your new part. It sounds amazing!”
He had almost forgotten about that in everything that was going on. He could only put off anything to do with it for so long before things got suspicious or worrisome for those involved, but he knew that they would be back in time for anything serious. “Thank you,” he said. “Have you seen any of my other movies?”
“Nomi has shown me a few,” she told him, nodding. “I don’t usually like action movies, but you’re really good.”
He grinned widely, deciding more firmly than ever before that Amanita was a good one. He couldn’t wait for her to marry Nomi any more than either of them could, he was sure, and even if he couldn’t be there with them physically, he was going to be right there for his cluster family every step of the way.
“He loves it when people love his movies,” Hernando told her with a playful smile sent in his direction. Lito leaned over and kissed his cheek—still unused to being so affectionate in public, but very glad to be able to.
Nomi soon came over to them, and it seemed like she and Hernando could talk about politics and who-knew-what-else for hours on end. He loved both of them very much, but he didn’t know if he could sit in on their conversation forever, so he went out to the dance floor to join Daniela, who had started dancing with Capheus and Kala now. The three of them were laughing when he joined and all shared a glance when they saw who was entering the circle, so he suspected that he had been the topic of their joke.
“What is it?” he asked, curious to know what kind of story Daniela had brought up about him.
Kala giggled and ducked her head. Capheus slung an arm around her shoulder and looked anywhere but Lito, his face innocent.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Daniela told him, grinning.
Now he was dying to know. He knew it couldn’t have been anything bad, but he hated being excluded from any sort of joke. “Daniiiiiii,” he whined.
She shrugged with a smile and walked over to get another drink. He groaned as she walked away and looked to Kala and Capheus. The two of them laughed ruefully as they went off to dance elsewhere.
Will came up behind him and clapped him on the back. “Daniela was telling us something about a story Hernando let her in on… Something about you thinking you had cancer in the middle of traffic?”
Perhaps all of them being assembled there wasn’t all that it was cut out to be.
…
The next day, they met up for brunch, going to a restaurant that Daniela had found online and had said looked “very cute.” They had to push a couple of tables together to accommodate the twelve of them. Lito was really tired even though it was eleven-thirty in the morning, so he scooted his chair closer to Hernando’s to better lean against him.
“I don’t want to go back,” Capheus was saying. “Meeting has been… amazing.”
Lito understood. They all understood, better than any of the non-sensates at the table could. It was something that was hard to put into words, but something that hummed inside them like the feeling of their connection, deep and beautiful.
Wolfgang and Kala looked at each other. Lito could feel what passed between them like a song playing from another room, distant but recognizable. They would stay together in Paris. Will and Riley looked at each other as well, neither of them sure where they would go when all was truly said and done. Would Will be able to stay away from Chicago? Would Riley want to come to America? Lito assumed that she would, but he still knew that there was uncertainty to come.
“What does it feel like?” Hernando spoke up suddenly. He had been very curious, but he had kept his questions to a minimum, surprisingly. Lito was sure that his boyfriend could see how strained he had been because of all that had gone on and didn’t want to burden him with questions, but his thoughts and ideas were never burdens. “The… being together.”
They all passed glances and everyone looked to Lito. He didn’t have the right words to explain it, so Sun stepped in. “It feels like touching the ground after flying.”
“It feels like staying in your own bed after a long trip,” Kala added.
“What does it feel like normally?” Daniela asked.
“Like home is never that far away,” Capheus said.
Lito nodded and clung to that analogy. He had always thought that it felt like being able to call your home in a sense. “That’s how I think of it.”
He had found home in a lot of ways. He had found home in Hernando and Daniela. He had found home in his cluster. He had found safety and love in them, but they had always been different worlds that would be difficult to collide. Hernando’s hand on his and his cluster’s presence in his heart… He didn’t want to leave either.
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We Were Staying In Paris (2/2)
Summary: Wolfgang and Kala get Paris. They get more than that then they realise.
Chapter: 2/2
AO3 (part 1 on tumblr)
A/N: lol it’s like 3am, and i just finished this and I can’t believe it took me this long to get it finished. I hope you like it. (also, just tagging in case you miss it; @our-connection-is-a-miracle @sunbakkoush and @timisaliar)
Days passed, and the tension of BPO around the corner was climbing down - not close anymore. Some days they would just sit and have conversations, talk until the moon overtook the sun. Other days, they would have heated skin against heated skin, moments filled with the purest sensation of bliss.
Kala tugged on her shirt, rising from the bed after not finding Wolfgang at her side. Assuming he was off making breakfast again, she smiled, tucking back hair that always fell on her face. Shuffling to the little kitchen out of the corner of the living room, kala found the kitchen bare and untouched. Brow furrowing, Kala bound her hands in the bottom of her shirt before walking back into the living room. “Wolfgang?” she called out. There was no response. Kala hurried off to the bathroom, anywhere that he could possibly be hiding. “Wolfgang!” she called out a little desperately this time. Still nothing. She was about to hurry off to the bedroom to change when the front door opened. Kala froze, worried it was Rajan or BPO. She couldn’t move. Not until she the dusty blond hair of the man she loved. “Wolfgang!” she exclaimed, hurrying over to him.
“Woah,” Wolfgang chuckled slightly, placing down bags in his hands. Kala rushed into his arms, holding her as she shook slightly. “Calm down, mein schatzi, I just went to get some eggs,” he said, kissing the top of her head. She moved off from his hold, pushing against his chest and crossing her arms in defiance.
“Don’t do that to me again, I was scared,” she grumbled, not wanting to look up at him. Wolfgang’s hand reached down, stroking up and down her arm, cautiously stepping into her.
“When I left you were fast asleep,” he said in a soft voice. Kala stepped back again, pushing a finger into his chest to try and keep him at bay. She needed to stay mad for just a minute.
“You should have left a note. Or made me go. Or something else! You could have been seen,” she huffed, looking up from the floor to see Wolfgang’s shoulders relax, a small smile appearing across his lips as his hand guided up her cheek.
“I’ll try not to make a habit of worrying you,” he said, just before stealing a kiss. Kala couldn’t help but let the anger of the moment go. She softened at his touch, her toes nudging at the floor, Wolfgang tugging her closer for another kiss.
“I doubt you’ll succeed,” Kala quipped and Wolfgang stopped, looking down at her. His lips curled at one side, his smirk became mischievous with every passing second.
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” he chuckled, picking Kala up to her surprise and holding her up against the wall. He laced kisses all over her; lips, neck, jaw - anywhere he could get his lips. It took some reasoning, but Wolfgang let Kala down so they could put away the groceries. But, after everything was put away, Wolfgang took Kala up onto the kitchen counter. She giggled as he kissed her with sweet and rough kisses, the giggles turning to moans and her legs pulling Wolfgang in closer. It wasn’t long until Wolfgang was stripping out of his shirt and buckling his pants, their tempered kisses turning into sweat-laced skin and pleasure that they could never fully comprehend.
Then, life oddly became a party with the rest of the cluster coming to visit. They stayed in, music tearing up the apartment and late night movie binges with the clust, everyone piled on the couch and floor - a makeshift area for them all to relax and be content for a few hours. They managed to get through three movies before the cluster started breaking apart with with their lives to catch up on.
Wolfgang had dozed off in the fifth movie, not quite enjoying the romance that Kala wanted to watch. As Kala decided it was time to go to bed, Lito dropped in, somewhat in a daze, waking up with Hernando. Lito interrupted his morning just so he could smirk to Kala with a plan written in his eyes. He went to their bedroom, talking all the while and coming back with nail polish in hand. Now, Kala wasn’t the mischievous sort - she rarely ever played pranks on Daya - but right now, Kala wanted to behave badly.
They managed to stay together for a few minutes, painting Wolfgang’s nails and toenails, gossiping briefly about Lito’s new job and how excited he was. He was also - finally - telling Hernando and Dani about the cluster. He was worried and needed to visit someone; might as well have some fun whilst talking it out. Kala gave some comforting words as they waited for the nail polish to dry.
“I must go, my sister,” Lito whispered, Wolfgang stirring in his comfortable spot on the couch.
“Have a good day, Lito,” she whispered, kissing Lito’s cheek before he was gone. Kala sheepishly tugged on Wolfgang’s arm, getting him to sit upright. “Wolfgang, we should go to bed,”
“Hm, bed,” he hummed and Kala chuckled, helping him up to lean on her hip.
“No, just sleep,” she said and he grumbled. They stumbled to the bedroom, falling over each other trying to find the bed. Falling on it, Kala was practically crushed by Wolfgang, who was far more tired than Kala was. She adjusted them, and Wolfgang wrapped his arms around her, a tight hold on her body.
“Sorry,” he smacked his lips, finding comfort in her chest once more. Kala pulled the sheets over their bodies, carefully keeping them both in place.
“Shh, let’s just go to sleep,” she hummed and kissed at his forehead. She dozed off, happy with her life that had belonged to her for only a few weeks. How perfect only a few weeks could be to make up for months of uncertainty and naive feelings.
In the night, they had separated to their own sides of the bed, nearly truly straying more than a fingertip away; Wolfgang’s presence was always right beside her, she could always tell the distance.
Waking, Kala found Wolfgang’s eyes on her, his smile waiting for hers. When she let her lips rise, his grin was wide and it quickly swept in, stealing a kiss from her lips. Wolfgang’s hand cupped her face, thumb stroking the curve of her cheek. Kala purred, her palm covering his, just trying to keep the electric sensation of his touch on her skin for as long as possible. No matter how many times they touched, in every way possible, a single moment their skin met, it was like magic at a fingertip’s edge.
“Kala?” Wolfgang started.
“Hm?” she hummed back.
“Do you know who painted my nails?” he asked and Kala sprung up, a chuckling Wolfgang rising at her side.
“Well, I did,” she bit her lip nervously. “But Lito visited and helped,”
Wolfgang admired his nails for a moment before shrugging it off. “At least it's black.”
“You're not mad?” she asked, her brow furrowing.
“Why would I be mad?” he asked, hand playing with her hair.
“Because I painted your nails while you were asleep,” Kala bit at her lip again, Wolfgang’s hand sliding down to bring her into his hold, as though he couldn't bear the small distance between them.
“You could never make me mad,” Wolfgang smiled. Kala sighed, a breath of relief escaping her as she pulled herself into Wolfgang’s arm, her body laid next to his chest.
“It’s different,”
“What?” he asked.
“Everything,” she chuckled, tucking hair out of her face. Wolfgang pushed it back further, hand resting on her jaw. “Everything about us. About my life. About being happy. It’s all different,” she explained and Wolfgang returned a grateful smile - knowing the feeling entirely.
The day went on with a lazy attitude to things; they didn’t do a proper lovely breakfast, they didn’t properly get changed, they sat around in each other’s arm or on the couch just reading and talking about life. It felt comfortable and natural, like they didn’t have to strive for perfection because it already was. As the day went on, they had a few visits, Will and Wolfgang talking about safety as Kala and Riley spoke privately. It was just quiet conversation on how the other was feeling. It was quick and a mutual understanding was underpinned in their words - they were in love and they were happy; they didn’t need to say anymore.
Later on, Kala found Wolfgang on their bed, sitting up and watching TV. He was watching one of the singing contests when Kala walked in. He shut it off as Kala hopped on the bed, her legs barely covered by Wolfgang’s oversized shirt. She chewed at her lip, contemplating something before Wolfgang reached out, his hand laying on her hip. Kala moved his hand away, his brow crinkling.
“I want to try something,” she reassured him.
“What is it?” he asked, trying to sit up straighter. Kala pushed on his chest, making him lie back slightly.
“Sit there,” she whispered. Taking in a large breath, letting it out, Kala started to bound up the ends of her shirt in her hand.
“Kala, you don’t -”
“I’m being sexy here and you need to enjoy it,” she protested and Wolfgang smiled, leaning back once more.
“Done,” he replied.
Kala watched as Wolfgang let his eyes linger on her thighs, his hands at either side of him, impatient but waiting nonetheless. Slowly, and with a tremble in her fingertips, she moved her shirt upwards, watching Wolfgang carefully as the shirt came off completely, thrown to the side of the bed. Wolfgang’s eyes, hungry and lustful, staying on her but his hands clenched with eager demand.
There was a chill that run up Kala’s spine, utterly bare and naked in front of the man she loved. She had been somewhat naked with Wolfgang over their course in Paris, yet this moment, of stillness and eyes lingering for one more glimpse - it was far more intimate than any of the previous days had ever been. Kala bit at her lip, batting her eyelashes before Wolfgang reached out to her. Taking his hand, she moved up onto his lap, his hands laying on her hips.
Wolfgang took down his boxers, having Kala remain on his lap. There was always part of Kala was wasn’t sure about sex, that knew she was inexperienced and didn’t know as much as Wolfgang did; which made what she wanted so much harder. “What’s wrong?” he asked, the obvious thoughts seeping into his mind too.
“I want to take the reins, but I don’t know how,” she replied weakly. Without so much as a warning, Wolfgang took Kala’s hand, guiding it up and down his shaft, the friction aiding in the hardening of his length.
“I’m all yours,” he nodded, his breathing a little hitched. Wolfgang’s hand guided hers, his head falling back slightly as he made her hand go faster. Kala stilled to a slower pace, and he hissed as Kala’s thumb ran over the tip.
“Slow,” she whispered, leaning up and having confidence surge through her. Her inexperience didn’t limit her desires, making Wolfgang’s tip run over her heated core, stealing a desperate kiss from Wolfgang’s lips. Their lips never parted when Kala let herself sit back down on Wolfgang’s lap, his moan vibrating through her lips. He filled her in the most intimate way, the pleasure of their bodies was almost overwhelming. Wolfgang laid a hand on Kala’s hip, helping in the softs rocks she performed on his lap.
Her hands gripped into his shoulders, using him as a leverage point as to ride him better. Kala expected Wolfgang to lead after a while, let himself stew in desire until it all boiled over. Instead, Wolfgang laid gentle hands on her, guiding her slightly to perfect a rhythm on his cock. Her pace was slow, making sure they both became impatient before the other fell apart. Circling her hips, just to add a little more friction, she found that Wolfgang enjoyed himself yet was ultimately frustrated with the change in their dynamic. He bit softly into her chest, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into her; he wanted to take charge, but not wanting to stray Kala from her task.
Running her hand up his neck as she moved up on him, her other hand moved his from her hip back to her ass, slipping it over the curve of her flesh. Hand gripping hard into her skin, before his grip loosened to make way for the hard slap he inflicted. Kala hissed at the impact, her back arching as the wave of it rippled through her. “Shit,” she heard Wolfgang mumble against her skin and he completely still. “I’m sor -” he tried as Kala interrupted his words with a kiss. It was a learning experience, but one where she discovered she liked the way it felt - his hand so demanding on her body, yet so forgiving with the way his body encouraged her pleasure.
The pleasure her body was feeling, it started in her stomach, the anticipation and impatient way it crashed waves through her body. Wolfgang was now letting his body react naturally to hers, his hips meeting hers and having her throw her head back. Wolfgang brought himself up further, holding onto Kala, thrusting up into her with every motion she tried to give. He knew she was giving over to her pleasures, unable to hold back what she felt from him a moment longer. A hand rested back onto Wolfgang’s thigh as Kala rocked against Wolfgang’s thrusts. Before she could fully brace for the oncoming orgasm, it was already filling her body; pins and needles in her fingers and goosebumps prickling over ther smooth skin.
“Ah! Mein schatzi, let go for me,” Wolfgang moaned, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses over her neck and chest. Kala felt her leg shaking, the tremble that echoed over her body was forcing her to slump against Wolfgang, not quite done but her body was unable to continue in the position it was. Wolfgang picked up on it quickly, turning them around and laying Kala on the bed, his thrusts eager but soft, helping her ride out her orgasm before tempting her with another.
Kala locked her legs around Wolfgang’s waist, tugging him into her with every thrust and feeling it deeper than she thought she had before. Wolfgang laid kisses all over Kala, her own littered across his shoulder and nails in his back. He held her close as his mouth trailed down her chest, tongue tracing over her nipple and letting his teeth catch around it, just to tease her. Kala arched her back, her legs tightening and bringing Wolfgang in for a harder thrust.
“Wolf -, Oh, Wolfgang,” Kala murmured between heated breaths. She knew she was shaking slightly, not out of fear or uncertainty; she was experiencing a pleasure that was unlike anything she could have ever dreamed of. Wolfgang’s pleasure was mixed with her own, her body meeting hers and being hers and everything in between. Their bodies fit together and moved well against each other to create the perfect meeting of two souls. She craved for her climax to come, and she could feel Wolfgang begging for it himself.
He pushed himself into erratic thrusts, his hands either gripping hard into her hip to meet her circling hips, or gripping hard enough into the bedsheets to tear them from the bed completely. Kala was torn between kissing Wolfgang with all the passion she had left and screaming his name. It alternated between the two. As Kala’s chest heaved, Wolfgang moaned and groaned into her neck, their climaxes not far off, and their bodies craving the last bit of friction that would get them over the line.
It took little time for Kala to be clawing at the bed and Wolfgang’s back, his hands binding into the bedsheets and Kala’s hair. Their orgasms rippled over each other, an ecstasy that tore into them and left them breathless. Wolfgang rolled to Kala’s side, both glancing at each other as they were both covered in sweat. Kala’s smile grew before it turned into a joyous laugh, to which Wolfgang joined in on. It was just happiness that radiated through the air, their love and happiness so intoxicating even after everything, that they couldn’t help but giggle amongst themselves. Wolfgang tugged Kala into his chest, having their legs tangle.
They laid in bed for a few hours, not doing much else but watching TV and talking about things that they hadn’t discussed before. Wolfgang talked about his mother and Kala talked about her family; they talked about school and the adventures they used to perform. Wolfgang seemed proud of himself when he talked about lock-picking a bully’s locker and putting spiders inside, until Kala confessed to almost burning off her eyebrows due to an explosion gone wrong in her little back garden.
As the night drew in, and fatigue wouldn’t grip them, they just touched each other, memorising the way their hands felt against each other and how their skin felt on edge whenever their touch was absent - forever craving the next time skin would touch skin. Wolfgang was underneath the covers, his lips trailing down her hip as Kala laid on her side, flicking through channels.
“I left a mark,” Wolfgang’s voice was muffled under the duvet, his hand delicately rounding her ass.
“Hm?” Kala hummed.
“Right here,” he said just before her teeth nipped at the sensitive area.
“Stop it!” she giggled, as Wolfgang nipped at her skin again. As Kala sighed, Wolfgang’s kisses returning, she saw an unexpected visitor. “Will?!” she squeaked, bringing up the blankets further on her chest, even though she was fairly covered beforehand. Wolfgang emerged from underneath the covers and Will, looked up to the ceiling, realising what he had walked in on.
“Knock, next time, would you?” Wolfgang huffed, leaning back next to Kala.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise you guys would be…” he said, suddenly clearing his throat. “yeah.” Will’s hand landed on his hips, not fully able to look at their of them. Wolfgang rolled his eyes to Kala, who smiled to him.
“What is it?” Wolfgang shrugged, kissing Kala’s shoulder. Will scratched the back of his head before sighing, a small smile appearing on his lips.
“Nomi says that BPO seems to be less alert and more sensates are coming out now, less afraid. We think you can come out of hiding,” he explained. Kala bit her lip, smiling back to Will, reaching out for his hand. He walked over slowly.
“That’s great news. Thank you, Will,” she said as he leaned down, kissing her cheek.
“Sorry for interrupting,” he whispered and she laughed.
“See you soon,” she whispered back, his visit short, but worth it. As Kala looked back at Wolfgang, he gave a large grin, because he knew that Kala’s plans for Paris could now fully get underway.
The next day, Kala and Wolfgang got dressed in their best casual clothes, the day full and packed with places to go and things to see. They started out by the Eiffel tower, marvelling at it in the morning light. But it wasn’t why Kala remembered it so well; it was the first time and place that Wolfgang held her hand. It was strange, she never held someone’s hand and felt like she belonged there, utterly comfortable with them at her side and everyone knowing. Kala held tighter to Wolfgang’s side even as they went to the Arc de Triomphe, to the Louvre, and their final destination for the day, Notre Dame Cathedral. Though neither of them were Catholic, in the slightest, Kala wanted to see the church for its architecture.
They walked in with their group, standing next to each other as the tour guide walked them around. Eventually, when the tour ended, they were able to go see the rest of the cathedral on their own, just looking at all the different windows that breathed colouring life into the old church. Kala turned to Wolfgang for a moment.
“This is a very beautiful church,” she whispered.
“I’ve never liked churches. But this is nice,” he replied in the same small voice.
“Wouldn’t you want to get married in a church like this?” she asked, the red rushing over her cheeks the moment she realised what she said. Wolfgang smiled, a grin that was held just for her. He only nodded in response, tucking Kala under his arm and kissing her crown. They left the church, the sun leaving a streak of pink and blue transfixing a purple across the sky; the perfect end for a perfect day.
Wolfgang suddenly stopped them, his brow furrowing as he looked around. “You know, we missed Musee d’Orsay, right?”
Kala’s mouth dropped open. “And you’re telling me as the sun sets? What kind of boyfriend are you?” she exclaimed.
“Awful,” he replied, cracking a smile. “We’ll spend the entire day there tomorrow.”
“Really?” she said gleefully, biting at her lip. “Are you sure?” Wolfgang nodded his reply.
“Wouldn’t want to go anywhere else,” he said as Kala rose on her toes and stole a kiss from his lips.
Back at the apartment, Kala collapsed down on the couch, Wolfgang falling on top of her as their tiredness was catching up with them. They barely moved for a few moments before Wolfgang rose, climbing up and over Kala, his face hovering near hers, nose touching nose. “I never thought I could be this happy,” he whispered, his voice almost scared to say it in case the universe may hear him. Kala held that voice for herself, and only her. “I love you so much, Kala,” he said, jaw tightening as he waited for her to reply.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, just as a bright and intoxicating smile took over Wolfgang’s face, leaning down and taking a kiss he so sorely needed. Love in Paris; who knew, right?
#left one#dani’s wedding dress with felix#fight me bitch#verner (via @wonderrbat)
first off, yes just yes on the dress choice.
second off, holy shit how did we get to the stage of shipping that we are already picking dresses????
@timisaliar, gonna be honest with you, made some other friends ship it and we kinda just got there
we also decided that felix would wear a ridiculously flashy suit cause....like....felix