[Strange, he says!] What a rude thing to say after we kiss like that. [But it's said laughingly, in a giddy, breathless sort of way that boarders on being deliriously happy. She wishes she were in the water again, wanting to swim and twist and do loops around the currents; she wanted to send waves crashing and whirlpools forming. There's a wildness in it all, for as domesticated as she might have been right now, she was still a rather feral creature at heart. She wanted to sink her teeth in and never let go.
His laugh-sigh makes her shiver again and ah, she is drowning, truly. She had never feared drowning before and certainly didn't now, but this was possibly the closest she came to understanding what it must be like, to have this wave of affection crashing over her and making it difficult to breathe.
The German is a surprise, partly because she doesn't understand and partly because the rumble of the words, the syllables, is pleasant to her ears. She hadn't heard him speak it much, hadn't bothered to teach herself any (and maybe, she thinks, she should if he's going to be a cheat like that), but it makes her pull back some to examine his face.]
That was your language-- German, yes? I like how it sounds on your lips. [She moves forward quickly, a little peck on his lips, and she adds cheekily:] And how it tastes. [And she laughs again, because it's silly and she knows it but that, too, comes with the delirious spell she seems to have fallen under.]
Strange, you said... Yes, perhaps, a little. But we are strange people, so it works for us. [Oona leans forward to rest her forehead against his, her voice lowering to a whisper, as if this was some secret she didn't want anyone to potentially overhear.]
I want to stay here, with you. As long as I am able, until you grow tired or too annoyed of me. [But there's a smile, only half-joking about that part.] Or perhaps, even beyond that. It is dangerous, Adolf... I do not know if I will want to let go of you if you indulge me too much.
I want you, I want this... ['This' being whatever it was between them they had right now, that she wasn't sure she could put a name to, not in English anyhow] I am selfish, you know. Terribly so.
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His laugh-sigh makes her shiver again and ah, she is drowning, truly. She had never feared drowning before and certainly didn't now, but this was possibly the closest she came to understanding what it must be like, to have this wave of affection crashing over her and making it difficult to breathe.
The German is a surprise, partly because she doesn't understand and partly because the rumble of the words, the syllables, is pleasant to her ears. She hadn't heard him speak it much, hadn't bothered to teach herself any (and maybe, she thinks, she should if he's going to be a cheat like that), but it makes her pull back some to examine his face.]
That was your language-- German, yes? I like how it sounds on your lips. [She moves forward quickly, a little peck on his lips, and she adds cheekily:] And how it tastes. [And she laughs again, because it's silly and she knows it but that, too, comes with the delirious spell she seems to have fallen under.]
Strange, you said... Yes, perhaps, a little. But we are strange people, so it works for us. [Oona leans forward to rest her forehead against his, her voice lowering to a whisper, as if this was some secret she didn't want anyone to potentially overhear.]
I want to stay here, with you. As long as I am able, until you grow tired or too annoyed of me. [But there's a smile, only half-joking about that part.] Or perhaps, even beyond that. It is dangerous, Adolf... I do not know if I will want to let go of you if you indulge me too much.
I want you, I want this... ['This' being whatever it was between them they had right now, that she wasn't sure she could put a name to, not in English anyhow] I am selfish, you know. Terribly so.