Lazarus: a good decisionMature

True to my word, the next day, I bought myself a German dictionary. I also went to the library to use the computers to find swearwords he might use so I’d know if he ever cussed at me. I borrowed one of those teach yourself a language CDs, too. I mean, if you have a German boyfriend, the least you can do is learn a little of his language, right?

“Ich hab dich lieb,” I practiced under my breath as I walked home. Apparently this was the phrase that people use as a precursor to‘ich liebe dich’. I thought it suited how I felt about Line fairly well. “Ich hab dich lieb, Ich hab dich lieb, Ich hab dich lieb.” I unlocked the front door, assaulted by the smells coming from the kitchen. I hadn’t realised it was so close to dinner time.

I wandered up and hugged him from behind, making him hum. He asked me to set the table and I obliged, receiving a sneaky pinch on the ass. I let out a squeak, scuttling out of his reach to set the table. I set it quickly so I could go back to snuggling him from behind, rehearsing the phrase in my head a few more times.

“Ich hab dich lieb.” My pronunciation was probably terrible, but I hoped he knew what I meant anyway. I caught a glimpse of him smiling. "That's right, isn't it? Ich hab dich lieb?" Apparently I was indeed saying it wrong, but even with him correcting what I was doing wrong, I couldn’t quite get it. How did they speak like that all the time? I whined as I got it wrong again and he planted a kiss on my forehead.

"You know what I mean," I said a little sulkily, annoyed at myself. It was like learning to read all over again. I made mistakes and gave up and was coerced back into learning, over and over again. I could see Line telling me not to give up if I quit.

"Thank you for trying,” he said with a smile. I pushed myself up on the counter, watching him cook.

"I thought I should try and learn at least a bit," I told him, swinging my legs a little. He flashed me another smile and started to dish up. I went and found Lucky, who looked vaguely like he wanted to be somewhere else. Apparently he had heard us from outside last night, and had forgotten how loud I was.

I did my best to eat all that Line had given me; while I was away, I’d be lying if I said I ate properly. Ryan usually had to force me to eat more than a piece of toast when I woke up, even though I was quite content with just that. Line seemed to appreciate the effort, though, so the fact I felt like I was about to explode wasn’t entirely in vain. Flopping against the back of my chair, I groaned, looking away from what was left on my plate.

“I’m stuffed,” I complained, earning a chuckle. When the other two had finished, I washed up, suddenly realising that I was actually kinda bored. I felt like I should be out working, not sitting around all day.

“I’m bored,” I announced on my fourth trip to stare into the fridge to see if there was anything there that might cure my boredom.

"I can tell," Line said.

"I need another job."

"Do you?" I nodded. "Why?"

"I liked having a routine."

“Fair enough,” he muttered. I knew he enjoyed having me home again, but there was very little to do here. I’d never realised how dull it was to sit around inside all day before.

"You're welcome to find a way to entertain me every night,” I grinned a little, making him laugh.

"I think we'd better get some ear plugs for Lucky first."

"Or find him somewhere else to stay. The hunters haven't shown any interest in getting him back," I reminded him.

"I know, but I kind of like having him around," he let out a chuckle.

I laughed this time."You just like torturing the poor guy." He slapped my arm gently and I gave him my best innocent face.

“I do not.”

"Well if you want to torture someone, torture me," I said flippantly, winking as laughter rolled out of him with ease.

"I don't think you'd be interested in the kind of torture I know how to perform," he told me.

"Probably not," I admitted. I tried not to think about it too much; the kind of torture he knew about was one of the reasons I rejoined the army. I’d planned to keep my head down and stay out of it, but then I’d heard about what was going on...  I forced that train of thought off its rails by pressing my lips against his. He kissed back, his arms sliding around my waist when I sat down on him. Chuckling, he looked up at me as I bit his ear playfully. “I told you, I’m bored,” I said, tugging on the lobe with my teeth a little.

"And what would you like me to do?" he questioned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He looked like he was going to make me work for whatever I asked for.

"Entertain me. Or I'm going to go get a job," I threatened.

Laughter bubbled from his lips. "And how should I entertain you?"

"Surprise me." Surprise me he did. He clamped my nipple between his thumb and finger, making me yelp, mostly in surprise.

"I want you to promise me something," he told me.


He pinched a little harder: "/Never/ work as a whore again."

I let out a small gasp at the delicious pain. "Then I'll probably never work again," I said.

"Lazarus.” He twisted and my mouth opened, but no noise came out. Fucking ow.

"Okay, okay, I promise," I squeaked.

"Good,” he let go and I didn’t bother hiding the relief I felt, looking up at him with my eyes wide. Where did that come from? "You're mine, and only mine," he said, tracing shapes on my stomach. I bit down on my lip. I could feel my brain turning into a big submissive mess already. He hadn’t really taken all that much control with me before, but fuck was he good at it. Maybe better than Brody. Maybe I just enjoyed the unexpectedness. He caught my lips in a dominant kiss, which I returned more than happily in a suitably submissive manner. His tongue slid over mine and the only reason I broke away from him was to catch my breath.

He played with my nipples, the sensations making me hum as he let me enjoy it for a while. And then he pinched down on them. I bit my lip, biting back a noise of surprise. When he let go, I put on my best sultry voice, looking at him from underneath my eyelashes.

"Did I ever mention how much I love it when a man takes control?"

“You may have,” he nodded, humming as I nibbled my way along his jaw. I kissed him again, biting down on his lip, daring him to take control the way I knew he could. He alternated between playing with, and pinching on my nipples, apparently trying to decide on his next move. I didn’t care what his next move was going to be, I was too busy being a lump of submissive jelly. With his free hand, he was playing with my hair. He took a fistful of it in a tight grip and I looked at him, trying not to dissolve on him.

"On your knees," he instructed. I obeyed as much as I could while he was still holding my hair, kneeling the second he let go. Line stood and unbuttoned his pants, an expectant look on his face. I didn’t need prompting; I got to work the second he was free of the fabric, feeling his fingers in my hair once more. As he moaned, I wrapped my arms around his legs, pulling him in closer so I could bring him down into my throat. His moans rose in volume as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. I swallowed when he came, licking his member clean for him.

He pulled me into his lap when I was finished, humming as I nuzzled him. I was in total sub mode as I thanked him for letting me please him, letting slip a ‘sir’. When he started laughing, I realised what I’d said and my cheeks lit up. He ruffled my hair.

“There’s no need to call me ‘sir’.” I couldn’t say anything, I was too busy being completely embarrassed. He smiled.

“I’ll try not to do it again,” I mumbled.

He played with my hair, "I don't mind, I'm just not into all that master and slave stuff,” he chuckled. I lamented his lack of interest in it quietly.

"S'habit,” I said innocently, smiling inwardly as he kissed my forehead. "It's a shame you're not into it. You'd make an excellent dom,” I mumbled, rubbing my face on his shoulder a little.

"I would?" he laughed slightly. I just sort of hummed in answer, feeling like I was probably looking at him all dreamy eyed like an idiot. "What makes you think that?" he sounded amused, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have a care in the world right then.

"You're very good at taking control," I told him in a slow voice. My brain had slowed to the pace of a snail and I hadn’t even really done very much. He wrapped me in a cuddle and what little thought process I’d regained was lost again.

"I've been involved in both sides, and I didn't see what the fuss was all about," he told me.

"I don't mind as long as I get that kind of treatment again,” I giggled a little, but I was being totally serious. I’d do whatever he wanted if I was allowed to submit to him sometimes. I’d never leave the house again if he didn’t want me to, so long as he told me in the right way. "So I'm yours and only yours, eh?" I hummed as that one idea settled in my mind.


"Sounds good," I told him, rubbing my face along his collar bone. I was more than happy being his and his alone.

"I'm glad." He smiled at me as I leaned into him, snuggled up in his lap. Yep. Coming back from Vancouver was a very good decision.

The End

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