OOC: I want to start RPing again so badly. I miss it so much. But, I don’t know how to start up my blogs again. SIGH.
David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
“Yes Sir,” Megan purred, going to him and sitting in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him. “You look even better up close, Hans,” the blonde said, stroking his cheek. She ran a finger down his neck, to his chest, and down his side. “Oh, would you look at that…I stained my shirt,” Megan pouted. She sat up and reached behind her, untying the shirt and slowly pulling it off. A laced bra held in her large bust. Her arms snaked around his neck once more. “That’s better,” she winked.
“You are too sweet. Almost sweeter than your cake.” He grinned and leaned forward to swipe some icing off the cake with his finger. The detective brought the finger coated with icing up to Megan’s mouth. “Mmm. Open, my sweet.” His voice was low. Husky. And commanding. He was more than delighted when she took off her blouse. His arms went forward to snake around her back and he craned his neck toward her to nip and kiss at her throat. German women were never this daring. Typically, Hans relied on various French beauties to fill his needs. “Much better.” He smiled at her.
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We have met before. It’s always nice to see a familiar face in these unfamiliar times.
Good GOD. He WAS that guy she met earlier! But…Oh well. Sho shrugged mentally and wiggled her fingers as she withdrew his hand from hers, a strange tingling against her skin, “Herr Landa…Er. My name is Shoshanna.” She muttered, rubbing the back of her hand on her jeans.
“Shoshanna? What a beautiful name. I’ve heard it once or twice before.” He grinned at her. “You seem anxious?” Hans gave her a fake look of concern. “I do not mean to frighten you, Fraulein.”
The crisp collar of the other man’s uniform immediately made her stiffen up. She had SWORN she had seen this gentleman before—or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her? Whatever the reason, Sho still played cordial, her posture slouching slightly, “Hello…”
The young woman seemed unnerved at the sight of him. He was used to such reactions though and thought little of it. However, he always wanted people to be comfortable in his presence. Hans leaned down, took her hand in his, and kissed it in greeting. “It’s a pleasure. I am Colonel Hans Landa.” He smiled, “And you are?”
The blonde grinned, cutting him a slice and setting it before him. “In my travels, I’ve seen things much, much worse than this… Besides, this event is fixed. I couldn’t change it even if I wanted to,” she spoke slowly, watching him. Megan cut a piece and held it up. “Say ‘ahh’, Meine Liebe,” she cooed. She slowly slipped the cake into his mouth, then licked the fork. “Mmhm…Still warm.”
He chuckled, his eyes shining with delight of the beautiful woman practically mewing over him. Hans took the bite of cake she had guided into his mouth. After eating it, he clapped dramatically. “Bravo!” She was beautiful, cunning, and a fantastic cook. Hans certainly had no complaints about his present company. He signaled for her to come closer and sit on his lap. “Sit, my beautiful.”
Then we shall both stay at our current posts and be on our merry way, yes, Mister Landa?
As you wish. It was truthfully a pleasure meeting you. [Hans extended his hand to shake the other’s goodbye]