Elizabeth blinked her eyes a bit, wrapped tightly in Florian's arms, as the sun shone in the room later on that morning. The sun had finally risen, but she wasn't sure she wanted to fully get up and deal with the world yet--not after all had happened between them. Later on that morning she'd be concerned over her sister's state of being, as well as those of Anneke and Rebekah; with her beloved alive and well she began to hope against hope that, perhaps, the other Mensch-Maschinen were alive and well, basking in the love of their dear companions. But for the moment, it was to be the last thing on her mind as she began to replay in her mind a newly fresh memory, only a while after she'd fallen asleep in his arms the first time around.
She was still in some sense of disbelief at first when she woke up a few hours ago to look at him, who was still asleep at the time.
Turning to face him she remembered what had been said earlier that morning, only a short while past midnight, how he promised her he'd never leave her alone. A small smile broke on her face as she ran her finger along his cheek--he'd looked so peaceful sleeping, without a care in the world. She became half-tempted to kiss him, but the thought quickly perished as she closed her eyes again. Then, seconds later she opened them again and, realizing that the best course of action was to never waste a second with him, gave in to her minor temptation and kissed him on the lips--but it wasn't the usual short-and-simple kiss this time. Quickly he blinked his eyes open and smiled in the kiss a bit, a tiny bit amused that she'd stepped out of her comfort zone again. But he closed his eyes and held her in his arms while she held his face in her hands--it felt so wonderful just to be in his arms, to kiss his lips again.
He attempted to break the kiss, to ask her what in her right mind she was thinking to kiss him this sweetly, and succeeded in the first of the two. She opened her eyes and smiled a bit, their faces so close they could've touched nose-against-nose.
"What... what rightly possessed you to kiss me... like that?" he asked, blinking as they sat up and faced each other. His curiosity was revived at an alarming rate, but it wasn't a simple curiosity he once had about her since the beginning--there was something stronger about his curiosity, and by damn he had every right to question almost everything he'd once knew, once thought about her.
But she simply smiled and replied softly, "Just... that simple reminder to never take anything for granted."
She sat up and, hugging her knees to her chest, looked out the window at the vibrant city outside. Home sweet home she thought with a warm smile. She hadn't seen home in over three years, and now she was home. She was back in beloved Düsseldorf, with her sister and their best friends, with the ones they truly loved, and with the one she herself loved selflessly.
Closing her eyes for another moment she dwelled on the memory of a few hours ago, her forehead now resting against her knees as the morning sun slowly made its path beyond Düsseldorf's horizon...
Florian shook his head gently, amazed at the honesty of her answer. One thing he knew about her was, she was brutally honest in everything she said, everything she did. That was one thing about her that would never change.
"What is it, Florian?" Elizabeth asked in a hushed whisper, but she dared not say another word when he ran his thumb along her lower lip. She lowered her eyes to the thumb for a second, then met his curious but longing eyes again. Her simple courage revived, and keeping up in doing what must be dared, she lightly bit the flesh at his thumb.
He kept his silence as she bit his thumb, but the torture was enough for him to snap back his thumb from her. She gave him a questioning look, her pale green eyes still fixed upon him. But he gave no answer as he leaned over and, locking hands with hers, kissed her sweetly on the mouth, nibbling gently on her lower lip.
"You've no idea... just how much... I've really missed you," Elizabeth whispered inbetween kisses as her fingers tangled against his tie and blouse buttons. But Florian knew in his heart how much she'd missed him as his fingers fought her coatbuttons.
She sighed, halfway drowning in the memory. Lifting up her head she glanced to the clothes strewn in a neat pile on the floor beside the bed and chuckled quietly. Who knew--who in their right mind knew!--that everything that had happened since they'd met in Lisbon would lead right up to this? For certain, she had no idea this would happen, and she was sure that the man she loved would gladly agree with her on the very thought.
In her younger years she swore she'd never fall in love, that she'd focus her attention towards the freedom of Eastern Europe, her sister and two best friends, the safety of her own life. Never did she dream of falling in love... never did she dream of meeting Florian.
Despite this, in all her recollections and past wishful thinking, the bold Captain of the Quartet smiled to herself again as she rested her head, chin to knees, eyes fixed to the window and the glowing world outside the Spacelab's walls. She sighed thoughtfully as her thoughts returned to the memory she was, last she recalled, drowning in...
"I already know, Eliza... I already know" Florian whispered back as their clothes quickly were put aside and the line between common sense and uncommon behavior blurred. Neither he nor Elizabeth could think straight yet, despite whatever could be going on outside their room, nothing else mattered at the moment. She shut her eyes and held him tightly, her senses in overdrive and planting kisses along the shoulder where he'd suffered both of his bullet wounds that Rebekah healed. If even Johannes were to have attempted to wander about and find Ralf, that wouldn't have kept her older sister from losing herself in the moment she had found herself in.
Her eyes reopened as he entered her and, for a moment, she was still. Perhaps, a bit speechless as well. Sure, she'd think that the first time would hurt, except it didn't quite hurt as much as she'd thought.
"...you okay, Eliza?" Florian asked, blinking as his eyes shifted to her and he kept still.
She nodded once, a quick one. "Yep" she answered. "I'm alright."
"Any pain?" he asked, biting his lower lip a bit.
"No pain" she replied.
One careful thrust and she winced a tiny bit--"Ouch!" she whispered and he stopped again; quickly he glanced to her face, still holding her to him. Did she actually feel any pain, try as he might to make this as painless as possible?
"...on second thought, just a little" she admitted with an embarrassed face. Their eyes locked for a moment, and a second later she broke into a grin. Then and there the two broke into a fit of giggles, holding each other tightly.
"You sure know how to say you're in pain" Florian laughed, kissing her shoulder.
"Well, it was either that or keep quiet and stay too serious for our own good!" Elizabeth replied in a hushed whisper, kissing his ear.
He gently lied her back down on the bed, not leaving her for a second, and hugged her tightly with a giggle. She turned her head to smile at him but her lips met his, and at that minute their giggling died down as their lips locked again.
Her eyes fixed to the necklace with her parents' wedding rings on it, as it had spilt out of one of her coat-pockets. The first thing she did, the day her parents were killed, was to remove their wedding rings. The night before the funeral she strung the three rings along a shotbead chain she rarely wore. The next morning she wore the rings to the funeral, but she always wore them under her coat.
Closing her eyes she continued to reminisce--a warm smile as she recalled to mind how wonderful, how strange yet... right... it all came together...
A calm silence overcame the room as the two made love, their lips lost in a long and bittersweet kiss. The outside world would have no clue, and they'd be damned if their friends ever overheard what had gone on in this very room. God forbid Johannes should accidentally stumble in on them but, as her intuition was in check she knew than to stray for whatever--whoever--it was she'd look for... which in this case would be Ralf.
Elizabeth however held Florian's face in her hands gently as she kissed him as willingly as she gave all of herself to him. Occassionally she'd open one eye to fix to the door in case of anything, but it was the last thing she was concerned about. All that mattered to her was the one person she loved more than anyone else.
But as minutes silently passed in untold bliss, their bodies sought and found their release, their souls drowning in each other, thoughts ran through each others mind. The lovers could hear their own hearts pounding in their heads, but they held each other gently, somewhere lost in their morning bliss. All the while their eyes were to each other, amused but worn-out half-smiles on their faces as they caught their breaths.
"...so... any pain, Eliza?" Florian asked inbetween catching breaths.
"...Florian... you smartass" Elizabeth retorted with a chuckle.
She giggled to herself at the memory as she lied back down on the bed with a sigh. Turning her head to look at her beloved she smiled, wondering how she'd come this far. She couldn't imagine life without him now--they were two equal halves to one soul. When the sweat turned to cold and all was said and done, they'd become so much more alike than when they'd first met all those months ago.
Florian finally opened one eye and smiled. "So, how'd you sleep?" he asked.
Elizabeth sighed happily. "Quite nicely, thank you very much."
"Any pain?" he asked with a grin.
She shook her head. "Florian" she replied, "I swear you're lucky I'm in a good mood!"
"Well then" he said as he pulled her into his arms, "shall I take advantage of said good mood?"
Elizabeth was beside herself--did the idea of making love again pass through Florian's mind!? Surely he's lost his mind! she thought to herself, but the thought was pushed aside when he kissed her with resolve--his resolve to always be there for her when she needed him, no matter what. After he broke the kiss she smiled at him warmly.
"Florian..." she said shaking her head, "what the hell am I ever going to do with you?"
But he smiled and, lying on top of her, held her hands in his. She raised a brow, her face fixed in a humble, amused half-smile.
"Simple, mein Liebling," he answered. "Consider me crazy but love me anyways."
Giving up the fight then and there, she chuckled. "Well, could you do me a favor, crazy little Roboter of mine?" she asked.
"For you, Eliza, anything."
She touched her nose to his for a moment and smiled. "Shut up and kiss me already."
Florian raised both eyebrows and, with a grin, replied, "Gladly!" Pushing her head back on the pillow he kissed her on the mouth, which itself still wore the smile since she relived the memory. But Elizabeth kept to herself, in her heart, that warm memory of her first time; her heart felt its sweetness. She'd never forget it, and rightly so--he was, to her, her first time, her last crush, her only love.
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