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laiwalane · 27 days

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Another request - ignore what you want…. How about Patrick Bateman normally can’t stand people touching him and always has the need to kill or hurt - but with you he is endearing sensitive which surprises and scares him. He never thought he would want to be with someone not only sexually based [thought you have a great sex life] he wants more…. He ends up wanting everything.

hii requestor! sorry for making you wait so long.

Hope you'll enjoy.

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ship: Patrick Bateman x reader

warnings: I guess none

tags: drabble, hurt/ comfort, reader is reader

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He was sure that people were not what Patrick Bateman needed. People are disgusting slimy worms who live from weekends to weekends, drink in bars on Fridays and sometimes, being already inadequately drunk, freeze to death in the cold. This is about men.

But women were so unbearable for him that he considered them only as a tool, an expendable material, an object.

And it seemed unbearable to him that one of them would have physical contact with him. Of course, Patrick was a man, probably the same as all of them, but he, thanks to his huge ego, always considered himself a level higher.

You were his girlfriend, of course it was more like "just in case", no romance, nothing particularly interesting or sublime, at least at first.

There was only something official, something dirty. You attended some meetings that the rich go to, or people who were just trying to seem rich, you sat next to them and listened to uninteresting chatter and bragging. A girl is a luxury item for such people.

You almost tried to resist. In any case, you had everything you wanted, except for a couple of spiritually necessary things for a person.

But you wanted more. In my soul, deeply, sometimes blocking thoughts that you still wanted something simple, banal love and human relationships, not relationships like some ideal robots posing as a human, although rather the opposite was happening.

All your life, as if a new era had not come at all, you were prepared for the fact that marriage should be exceptionally profitable.

That's not what we're talking about right now.

You had a lot more tender feelings for Patrick Bateman than he had for you. He definitely liked you, but there was something wrong with this man.

Do you remember how you stroked his hair with your fingers in a fit of tenderness, he melted for a minute, and later, as if coming to his senses, he regained his assumed composure.

When you, or anyone else, touched his shoulder, he pulled back in disgust and as a result, you had to put on an impenetrable face again and talk from a distance. As with a person suffering from tuberculosis.

He also rarely fell asleep after sex. He always left on some "very important" business. Naturally, you wanted more, but who are you to present something to such a stubborn person?

But one day there was a situation when he came to the apartment that you have not shared together yet. You picked up the phone and dialed the numbers of your number. His voice, as it might have seemed at first, sounded ordinary, but there was a note of nervousness in it.

He talked courteously enough, first invited you to a restaurant, which was surprising in principle, for a person who not only likes to plan, but likes to literally put his daily routine on the shelves. During dinner, he behaved a little, let's say suspiciously. Sometimes he smiled or laughed at his own jokes, then he just quietly looked somewhere behind your back, then he completely stopped in mid-sentence and looked around.

You honestly didn't care. You didn't even expect to have a normal time.

At home, Patrick invited you to stay at his place.

He initiated some courteous endearments himself, and when you were lying in his bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the eternal, he lightly put his hand on your hip. You didn't dare to pull away. You didn't want to.

Patrick Bateman, so reasonable and probably even strict to himself and to the people around him. However, you were in his life. At first, he had no intention of prolonging this relationship at all. How is a relationship possible without that twinkle in your eyes, as people like to say? There were no moments when you "cried and laughed together", everything was very strange. Everything should have been clear and simple, but he also thought a lot about you. I considered the relationship as some kind of curiosity on the counter, studied it.

But over time, his vigilance, to his surprise, weakened, he did not feel the comfort with you that he feels at a meeting of equally successful friends. It was something warm, something unfamiliar. Your touches and caresses were not something repugnant to him. On the contrary, he...liked it?

Things got even more confusing after he came to your house, sweaty and sticky from stress. He was talking nonsense, you didn't understand him. He was talking this crazy nonsense, and his situation looked so desperate. Sweat and tears were rolling down his face, and his speech had long ceased to resemble anything adequate.

A smile touched your lips, Patrick was so alive right now. You didn't say much. And there was nothing to say, you didn't understand what was going on.

You almost hug him slowly, stroking his back and head. A carrecatural scene of silence ensued. He didn't leave your side this evening without explaining anything. Maybe everything will clear up later, but for now you just could finally feel the person who was considered your boyfriend. And he could finally feel you.

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#writers block #american psycho #patrick bateman #drabble

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laiwalane · 2 months

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hey, could you please write something with sally mckenna and the countess?🤍

i really love them, their biggest fan for like three years but there are almost no fics with them and i really liked your fandom list and writing style (?) so, wanted to ask for smth like fluff or smut, but not too short if it’s okay💅🏻

oh yea.

Phantom Passion

pairing: Sally McKenna x The countess

warnings: idk just sex

tags: light dom/sub, gentle sex, first time, soft talk

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The flickering candlelight illuminates Elizabeth's room in warm orange tones, casting shadows on the pale skin of Her Majesty the Countess. Her eyes are partially closed, and her lips sigh as soon as Sally breaks away from their kiss. Beautiful.

Being with Elizabeth in any romantic capacity is still something Sally can hardly believe. For Sally, Elizabeth is perfection, something so precious that she certainly shouldn't be allowed to touch her. And yet it is there. Elizabeth chose her, although it would have been enough for Sally just to be in Elizabeth's life. She would never have expected that these desires would come to this.

–Relax.– Sally whispers, running her fingers over Elizabeth's shoulder. They pull back the bra strap, leaving room for Sally's lips to touch the skin.

–Let me help you relax when you've finally given yourself a minute.

Elizabeth grins, no doubt fully understanding what Sally means; that the Countess runs a hotel day in and day out, being an immortal vampire, where it seems none of the staff can last a minute without her sensitive guidance, that such moments of escape from reality happen so rarely. No wonder Sally is so grateful for these moments. For such a limited time that can be devoted to her. Her. her Countess.

And yet Sally blinks, puzzled and immediately worried, when Elizabeth's hand falls on her arm, gently pulls her back.

– Countess?

- Just a minute. – Elizabeth doesn't seem annoyed or angry - just curious, all her movements resemble a white cat.

Until now, she had refrained from their intimacy, returning the bra strap to her shoulder and wiping her lips.

– Before we continue, I have to mention something.

Sally has to hold back her laughter. Believe me, Elizabeth will say this in the same tone as at a military meeting.

- Yes?

She didn't expect a sigh in response to this.

– That's exactly what I wanted to mention. Listen, Sally.

Elizabeth's usually stern voice softens at the end of her words, and she reaches out to take McKenna's hand.

– I don't want to complain about what we are... We've been close until now. You were just a wonderful partner, with whom I never even hoped to experience something like this...

the praise makes Sally tremble inside.

–Anything for you, Love– flashes through her head at the speed of light, but she doesn't dare interrupt her train of thought.

–That's what's bothering me, Sally.– she says, as if reading a ghost's mind.

Sally stops smiling and, in turn, a smile appears on the Countess's face. She runs her thumb over Sally's arm.

– Don't worry about it. The only thing that's starting to bother me is that you never think about yourself when it comes to us being together. I'm flattered that you're putting me in priority, but that's not what I want, you know?

Sally goes to deny it, ready for her usual chatter. She's here for Elizabeth's pleasure. Whatever she wanted, she would get, and it was Sally's duty to take responsibility and ensure that the Countess enjoyed herself in any way. Isn't this the ideal love in her understanding?

But she hesitates. Elizabeth's knowing look is too sincere for Sally to ignore, and, unwittingly, the fantasies that come to Sally when she is alone flash through her mind. She feels warmth begin to flow to her face.

–I guess that means I'm right.

Sally bites her lip.

–I shouldn't lie to you, honey. But you're the only one who matters, at least for now. After I saved you, I realized that I couldn't let you go anymore. And I'm being more honest with you now than ever.

– I know that, Sally. Her voice gets firmer, and Sally stops, looking down. There's something about that voice that touches her. She wants her cheeks to stay just warm, not burning.

– I understand how you feel about all this, but I don't want our relationship to be so one-sided.

For a moment, Sally is about to object, but the moment she looks back at Elizabeth's face, she stops. She knows her well enough to know when she's serious, and McKenna has little opportunity to try to change her mind. Not that she really wanted to. In any case, Elizabeth's conclusions are more than understandable to her.

– All right.– Sally says.

–Then please, Sally. I would like you to talk to me about what could improve this for you.

Sally looks down again. Her heart is pounding louder. He purses his lips nervously. She would like to say that she does not need to ask for anything, but that would be a lie, and her fear of disappointing the Countess with her desires does not outweigh the terrifying thought of lying to her.

– I want to emphasize that I liked those few times when we were already close, and I would not take anything away from it. In other words, having sex with you is just something

She's breathing raggedly. She's still looking down when Elizabeth's free hand strokes Sally's shoulder and cheek.

Sally's lips tighten. Her fingers touch the back of the hand touching her, and that's enough to make her speak.

– Iwant you to touch me.– Sally says, and her voice sounds like thunder in the silence.

Elizabeth smiles. Her thumb strokes Sally's lower lip, which spreads them apart. She's waiting for a kiss. Elizabeth's hands stroke Sally's neck and shoulders, pressing down on them to put her back on the bed. To her surprise, Sally just blinks at Elizabeth with her hands on either side of her.

– There is only one thing I need from you in return– Elizabeth bends down, and Sally longingly waits for what she will say, barely able to take her eyes off the countess, but fascinated by the clarity of her shoulders, arms, and stomach.

– Don't worry and don't think that you need to take control into your own hands. I'd really like to see how you behave when you comply.

Sally nods instantly.

A smile before Elizabeth tears the gap between their lips. Sally's eyes close with a buzz. Her mouth opens slightly, welcoming the touch of the Countess's tongue on her own, she shifts slightly on the bed.

Unable to move, and not needing to, he moans in a kiss when Elizabeth's knee slides between her legs and presses against her crotch.

Biting Sally's lip, Elizabeth changes course, instead wrapping one arm around the ghost's wrists and letting her now free hand wander. Sally lifts herself up to help her slide under her back, undoing the clasp of her bra; after a few seconds, Elizabeth drops it, and Sally's breasts remain in place. The Countess, of course, had seen her naked before. However, when she raises her arms above her head and gives Elizabeth such freedom of movement, she has never felt so vulnerable, and Sally's chest rises from breathing.

She slides her fingers up the center of Sally's torso, causing a slight tremor. They slide over McKenna's chest, experiencing her light caress on the nipple. In response, Sally's teeth grab her lower lip, her body twists slightly under the hand holding her wrists, and the corner of Elizabeth's lips curves. Sally didn't expect to like it so much. Perhaps she had spent less time in reality than she had imagined, and was too caught up in her own ideas of what was best for Elizabeth.

Elizabeth's hand reaches out further, wraps around her breast and gently squeezes, pinching the nipple with two fingers. Sally is sobbing. This sound is reserved only for those cases when she is alone, touching herself, imagining that she is in the power of Elizabeth, and she tilts her head to one side with her eyes closed.

– No need to be embarrassed, Sally

Elizabeth bends over, her breath at Sally's ear makes her shudder.

–Although I admit you look amazing.

She kisses the bare neck of Sally's turned head. They deepen as they descend, tasting the biting of the skin; Sally gasps.

Sally bites her lip. Would she dare to say the words that are on her mind?

— me... I don't mind if you leave footprints. She smiles.

Elizabeth's kisses lead her to the hollow at Sally's collarbone, where she sucks on the skin.

– I've been thinking about you a lot already -oh! – She is interrupted by her own moan as Elizabeth's mouth moves further without warning, her tongue moving up to Sally's nipple.

– Yes, that's it... –Making another, much more breathless moan, Sally's back arches and only brings herself even closer to her mouth sucking on a nipple. Her other breast still remains in Elizabeth's attentive hand, continuing to tease.

Sally tries to speak, to say something encouraging, but she never realized how much she can take her breath away.

Elizabeth's mouth is gorgeous. And her fingers, too, all the way down to the almost sly smile on Sally's chest, as if she admires every reaction Makenna has to her.

Her breathing becomes heavy as soon as Elizabeth's mouth leaves her chest. No matter now, Elizabeth's hand slides down Sally's body, following her waist to her hips. She is slow and teasing, her gaze penetrating Sally, forcing her to wait, squirm, while she anticipates where this hand will go.

– You're so beautiful. –The compliment makes Sally flinch.

– You look great as it is. I'm struggling to understand why you were so hesitant to tell me what you really wanted.

Sally is silent on this, fascinated by the process.

Elizabeth grins. Her hand slides over the red lace of Sally's underwear, her fingers dancing on the way to her lips under the material.

Fingers slide up, pressing on Sally's clitoris; she whimpers.

Elizabeth smiles as she watches Sally choke on the ongoing teasing, Sally watches her partner's face from under half-closed eyelids.

– How ready are you to do this?

– Anything. –Sally's blush deepens at how quickly she answered.

–Maybe we should slow down the first time– Elizabeth teases.

She presses harder, swallowing the excited twitching of Sallm's legs in response.

–Although I could do without both hands to really take advantage of you offering yourself to me. –Wouldn't it be too much of a request to tie your wrists?

Sally shakes her head—in fact, she would beg for it immediately—but first she has to check.

– No, I think you'll be fine. Aren't you?. –

– God, you're still asking, just do it. – Sally replies.

Elizabeth smiles with delight, which Sally doesn't often see from her

– You can wait for me right here.

The hand between Sally's legs retracts; she nods, holding her hands above her head, even when Elizabeth releases her. She hasn't had any doubts for a long time.

Moreover, she is delighted.

To make up for the lack of rope, Elizabeth takes her tie.

Sally can't help but run her tongue around her lips. The soft skin on her hands, the confident expression on her face - Sally's thoughts go beyond tying, and it should be noticeable, because Elizabeth blushes, although she also smiles.

– I should have guessed that you like specificity in sex. Just like me in other things.

Sally nods, feeling herself blush. She watches as Elizabeth comes closer, wrapping the tie around her hands.

– This is not the best option. Elizabeth says. –But I don't expect you to try to escape no matter what.

–I wish I could run away. – the ghost laughs.

Elizabeth's smile returns. She strokes Sally's now bound hands, slowly assessing her body. Over her breasts, down her stomach, her thighs are caressed and finally Elizabeth takes hold of Sally's underwear belt. Sally inhales sharply-nervously, but excitedly-as Elizabeth pulls her panties off her hips and throws them aside.

–It's beautiful. – she says, perhaps more to herself than to Sally.

She steps back to admire the view in front of her. Hungry eyes meet Sally's gaze, she reaches behind her back to take off her bra.

–You're perfect like this. – To think I could have gotten this sooner.

Sally's already ragged breathing becomes sharper as she examines the figure in front of her. Her small but strong figure, lust in her eyes; Sally's ready requests for touch are stopped only by Elizabeth diving in for the same. She bends over Sally again, caressing every inch of skin she can find.

They're kissing. Insatiable, their moans merge together, Elizabeth squeezes both of Sally's breasts before, still kissing Sally, she strokes Sally's body and spreads her thighs.

– Mm—

Sally's forehead wrinkles during the kiss, she shudders in despair, gasps when the kiss is interrupted.

– Oh one thing first, Elizabeth

– Yes?

– I hope you didn't forget the lubricant?

Knowing that Elizabeth will only tell her to calm down again, she stops herself from further ranting, explaining that this has nothing to do with a lack of arousal.

Elizabeth looks at her pointedly, takes a glass box of oil from their personal belongings and places it on the edge of the bed, as if to show her that everything is under control, returning with a caress to Sally's open thighs.

Elizabeth settles in front, putting her hands under Sally's legs to separate them. Her hand is on Sally's pelvis, and Elizabeth's exhale touches the ghost's crotch.

She's shaking.

Moving lower, the lips kiss the inside of Sally's thighs. They're slow. Loving. And yet it's agony, the more they step on Sally's hips, the more her body begs them to move on. Elizabeth's tongue runs over Sally's lips, stopping right at her clitoris. Her body shudders. Almost trembling with anticipation alone. The tongue makes teasing circles before licking the clitoris with a wide movement. Sally moans hoarsely, throwing her head back, and realizing that she cannot pull Elizabeth's head closer, instead clenches her bound hands into weakened fists and swings her hips forward.

– Oh, my love

Sally lets out a groan. He is able to control this as long as the tongue continues to work its way around her, right up until it touches the tip of her clitoris, and the licking ends with the tip of Elizabeth's tongue. Strong sparks of pleasure make Sally's back arch.

– Aah, oh—oh-oh-oh... this...”

We've been dragging our feet for a long time.I won't torture you this time. – Maybe Elizabeth is saying this in a joking way, and maybe not.

The tongue moves to a wider licking, allowing Sally to sigh and her body to relax a little. She's breathing. Inhale, exhale, getting comfortable and closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure. Elizabeth's attentive eyes watch her movements, how her body relaxes before forcing her tongue to move faster. Another sharp kiss. Sally throws her head back with a groan as Elizabeth's lips wrap around her clitoris, gently sucking on it.

Her legs wrap around Elizabeth's toned back to catch on to something, anything.

Even the lightest fingertips make her shudder. A light, dancing touch on her thighs, Elizabeth stroking her skin. It's electrifying.

Elizabeth's kisses on Sally's clitoris, her eyes fixed on Sally—just one look could make her melt into a puddle. Lustful, loving and impatient.

– I really like just listening to your voice and moans.

Sally's lips tighten in one of those moans when Elizabeth's tongue returns to her sweet spot. Nodding, Sally lowers her head on her raised hand, swaying her hips and involuntarily pressing against the Countess's mouth. Part of her desire is for her hands to be untied to keep a beautiful woman sucking on her clitoris. The rest of her, a much greater part, succeeds in letting go of control and putting herself at Elizabeth's mercy. Who better to take care of her?

Elizabeth proves it. She reaches for the bottle of lube she brought earlier, but not without lifting her mouth to meet Sally's gaze

Elizabeth's gaze is too sincere for Sally to ignore, and unwittingly, the fantasies that come to Sally when she is alone flash through her mind. She feels her face starting to warm up.

Sally bites her lip.

You can't beat around the bush with Elizabeth, and maybe that's one of the things Sally loves about her the most.

– We'll try a little bit and we can stop whenever you want.

Elizabeth smiles. She starts to lubricate her finger.

–You could have mentioned it once or twice.– she teases.

The smile on Sally's face softens. She watches Elizabeth's finger approach, calming her nerves. Elizabeth's free hand reaches for Sally's face, cupping her cheek.

She's ready. This is indicated by her nod, and she inhales deeply as part of Elizabeth's finger slides into her. It's slow and careful. It's like Sally has never had sexual partners at all and this is her first time.

– Relax.

The movements of Elizabeth's tongue and finger are simultaneously stunning. Sally's legs and thighs tremble from the onslaught of pleasure, shaking from head to toe. Her hips are getting heavier, her breathing is getting faster—it's almost enough to make her dizzy.

However, by the time she's practically choking on pleasure, she's overwhelmed with embarrassment as she reaches the limit, barely able to handle so many things at once.

–Uh, Elizabeth, I think...Ngh, wait a minute.

And Elizabeth does it quickly, her finger slips out of Sally, and her mouth ends with a final kiss on Sally's clitoris. She looks at her questioningly

– All this is cool, of course. But you pulled that damn tie too tight. My hands went numb. Untie me. – Makenna commands.

Elizabeth reaches over Sally's head to untie her tie, stroking the place where the skin came into contact with the fabric. All this time, Sally is trying to catch her breath.

– You don't think anything like that, I'm thrilled about it, honestly, but I want to focus on you in the end.

– In any case, this is my miscalculation. Elizabeth says, her arms wrapping around Sally's body, pulling her into an embrace. A hand strokes Sally's head, followed by a kiss.

– I take it I should continue?

Sally nods. It doesn't take her long to relax. burrowing into her shoulder with a grateful grunt. Her heart calms down, and soon all she can wonder is why she became so sensitive in the first place.

Sally is now lying completely free, Elizabeth's fingers and tongue continue their actions. But soon it becomes not enough for her, and by the small hints that her body is able to show, she asks for more. Elizabeth understands, she always understands and adds a second finger.

Sally moans long. Her hips swing up and down, she is already close, but she tries to stretch her pleasure as long as possible. Elizabeth's movements become faster and eventually Sally reaches her peak, making a hoarse pornographic moan.

– This..It was fucking awesome, the ghost says, trying to catch his breath.

– I know. – the Countess says.

It was also exhausting. She lies down next to Sally and hugs her.

– I think we need to take a shower.

– Wait at least five minutes, darling. Elizabeth grins.

– Only next time. The Countess purrs. – You'll be on top

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Hope you liked it, dear requestor

#writers block #american horror story #sally mckenna #the countess #american horror story hotel #Sally mckenna x the countess #lady gaga #sarah paulson #ahs

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laiwalane · 2 months

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Too early

requested from @racheljo47

Pair: Shosanna Dreyfus x Dieter Hellstrom

Warnings: none (?)

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War is bad.

And it's interesting how it turns out, it seems like it has more than a direct relationship to you, but on the other hand, somewhere far away. France is generally a romantic country, but that's not what this is about.

Now Dieter and Shosanna are sitting in a seedy bar, where quiet music is playing, and there are practically no visitors. Normal people don't drink in the middle of the working day.

– I don't need an escort anymore. What are you doing here? – She turns to him.

– I'm just curious, how did your alliance with Zoller form in this way? Madame Mimier? He calls her a second time, realizing that her attention is focused on anything but him. It's annoying.

– There's nothing between us, how many times can I repeat it?

– I don't believe it. –His tone is defiant, it makes her wince.

– Do I understand correctly that you consider all French women to be easily accessible?– She asks, trying to imitate the tone. But in fact, she sounds doomed.

– Except for you, of course. – He smiles falsely. Sarcasm continued to trickle out of his mouth. But it seems that's what he really thought. In any case, it's nothing serious.

–Shall I walk you out?

– I don't think it's it is necessary. – she says, surprisingly politely, but just as coldly.

And he didn't listen, he escorted her and followed her on her heels to her cinema.

There was no conversations between them right now, and there was nothing to talk about. And she didn't want it either, he himself agreed to follow her as a silent guard. He was smoking a tasteless cigarette and Shoshanna was walking completely lost in her thoughts. Probably the person right behind her will soon die at her hands. The thought was intoxicating, but at the same time repulsive.

Killing for a good cause is not murder.

– Would you like me to come in? –He teases.

And the door slams in his face.

She just thinks that this is another officer whose position still had to be pronounced, an officer who uses his powers to his own interests. There are a lot of them in France now. Nobody knows how long it will last. However, there is a glimmer of hope in her soul that this will end soon. The sooner the better.

She torments herself with speculation and worries, but at the same time she is absolutely confident in herself. Or not so confident? She doesn't know. Let what is supposed to happen happen.

To get close, to ingratiate oneself, to kill, all this is easy to pull off with Zoller, certainly not with Hellstrom. But she didn't want it to be easy either.

She lets him into her life and everything turns too fast.

Here he is mocking her fake nationality. But now he is already very courteous, polite.

He looks in on her in the evenings. Probably, as it often happens, they were connected not only by short small talk over a glass of wine or something similar. As it usually happens, they had sex.

And Dieter was more than happy with that, and probably... she was too.

Of course, everything did not happen immediately, but still it was quite fast, in less than a month, from bar dates, useless walks and casual meetings, they moved on to more serious things.

One weekend evening, when their next date ended in bed, she refused to smoke. Instead, Shosanna let her emotions run wild. Not joyful emotions, no.

– Terrible. – The woman said.

– Is it that bad? – He quips.

– It's just terrible.– And she didn't say it because she felt bad, on the contrary. She seemed to be having a good time. That was the worst part. She shouldn't have fallen into her own trap herself.

He gets up slowly and pours whiskey into dusty glasses that stand on a small table.

– And you are as taciturn as usual, Emmanuel. Am I a bad company?– He makes a theatrical face, and takes a big sip, which makes his throat boil with alcoholic fumes.

– Do you want to talk? Then I'll ask you a question. Why are you doing this?

– Doing what?

– Don't be stupid.

His gaze is carefree, which makes it disgusting. Perhaps it's all about her perception.She was disgusted by a lot of things in her life.

It's cloudy outside, but it's not raining, unfortunately, the rain could wash away all the dirt . The atmosphere in her room is not oppressive, but very quiet, like at a funeral.

– I like you. So I'm coming, isn't it clear?–

She secretly hopes that he will not ask a counter question, so that he will not finally force her to say out loud all the things that she does not want to say.

He will leave soon and it will all be over. He always leaves.

– I have a question for you.

– Again? – He narrows his eyes.

– Are you afraid of death?

–No. – He cut her off quickly and looked directly at her, waiting for a reaction.

He doesn't hesitate, because there's nothing to think about. He is ready to die at any moment, with the only difference being the preference of how he wants to leave. And she's not afraid either. Life had already put her in a situation once where she had to fight for her life, and she survived. She deceived- no, she ran away from death once, so she will run away again.

– That's right. You–she pauses for a second, changing her previous thought–We're all dead here. I will not say "sooner or later" because I feel that it will happen sooner. I don't see the point in wasting my life being afraid to die.

–And you won't even be upset if I die? – He's making his face again, and she's not even looking at him.

– It's better to die than live like this.

– Well, then go ahead. – She just clicks her tongue, turning her head in his direction.

–I'm sure you'll die faster than I will anyway. So I'll come to your grave and maybe let other spit on it.

He didn't like the topic of conversation, philosophical deep topics were not what he wanted to talk about, but in any case, given her reluctance to talk about herself, especially considering that her entire personality was completely fake, there were such a few ideas. She did not accept many of his beliefs, and he did not accept many of her beliefs. Funny.

He could have left, but for some reason he wanted to stay that evening.

For some reason, a very strange feeling came over Dieter. It's like he wants to be with a person-he really wants to, but he can't. And the reason is not clear. It's all in his head - that's how he thought, because at the moment he didn't see any physical obstacles. And everything that does not leave the limits of consciousness is not important, it's all nonsense and prejudice.

Getting up from the chair, he walked up to her from behind, and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.

–I like you, Emmanuel. I really like you. – He said and leaned his lips against hers. Carefully.

Shosanna didn't understand why she didn't resist.

Maybe when it's over, and maybe if they're not dead, she'll tell him all about herself, of course if she's sure it won't be life-threatening.

But it's too early. It's too early.

Let what has to happen happen.

#writers block #inglourious basterds #shosanna dreyfus #dieter hellstrom #august diehl #movies #tags #idk how to tag this

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