Flirt

Marie escorted Werner to the guest bedroom after a long and intense smoking session with Hans. Werner's voice was rough from the smoke and his eyes dark. But he was grinning profoundly and he allowed himself to slap Marie's bottom as she ran up the stairs in front of him. She shot him an evil look but couldn't hold back her giggles. 

"The room to the right is yours." She said after getting all the way up the wooden stairs. 

"The first one? Thank you." He replied. 

"Sleep well, Killian." She said with a smile. She held her hands behind her back and swayed from right to left with her shoulders, almost like a little girl waiting for her daddy to give her sweets. There was something so youthfull about Marie, despite her intelligence and maturity. 

"Sleep well Marie." He answered. He turned away from her. The girl saw her beloved slipping through her fingers. After tonight she wouldn't see him like this again, maybe she'd never see him again at all after she waved good-bye to the dark train in the morning...She thrust herself forwards, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. When he turned around to look at her in surprise she'd already let go and was looking away in embarrasment. She hadn't actually meant to reach out. "Is there something I can do for you?" He asked.

"No, it's alright. You just head off to bed and get some sleep." She said. But as he once again turned to leave she added more to keep him there. She so wanted to stare into his gentle green eyes for another few minutes. "There's a clock on the beside, you can screw the back and it'll ring at the time you want it to."

"Thanks for telling me, I'll try not to forget to set the alarm." 

"Even if you did I would come in to wake you." She replied noncholantly. "What would you like for breakfast, Killian?" 

"Leftovers from last night?" He asked sheepishly. She giggled and nodded. She'd seen how much he liked the food. 

"Sure." She said. "Goodnight, Killian." This time it was Marie who turned to go and Werner who lunged after her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him. The game of cat and mouse began; the two lovers constantly chasing each other; both not wanting to sleep and let the other go. 

"Don't you want to give me a kiss goodnight?" Werner said, justifying his actions. 

"I can, if you want." Marie said, she turned around in his arms. "But if you hold me this tight I won't be able to."

"Sorry." Werner answered. He loosened his grip. Her eyes sparkled at him. She got on her tip-toes and pecked him on the cheek. 

"Alright, good-night now." She said. But the look in his eyes made her unable to go. They were full of affection, and it was only directed to her. She was the apple of his eye. "Seh mich nicht so an, (don't look at me like that)."

"Ich bin nicht der einzige, der liebäugelt. (i'm not the only one who's eyes are in love)." 

"Gute Nacht." Marie said strictly. "Sleep well, dream about me." She added playfully. She ran to the top of the stairs, getting further away from him then she was before. He was still rooted to the spot, staring at her with sugary eyes. She swished her skirt, once again pulling it up a bit to reveal her stocking. Werner would go crazy for her, she knew it. But as he lurched forwards, almost breaking into a run to chase after her, she straightened up and got ready to push him away when he reached her. 

"Don't do this to me, darling." He breathed lustfully. "I'm not asking for much." 

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Go back to bed." She shooed him away. But even the sight of her long, white fingers with the bright red nails drove him into an almost hungry state. How could something be as beautiful as this woman in front of him? He refused to go, but he still did, regaining control as he turned away. Was für ein Mädel! 

But before he could reach his room he felt her grab his arm. He looked down. There she was, clinging to him. Her eyes told him to just take her into his room and close the door, maybe even lock it, and not let her out even if she asked him to. But he wasn't going to do that, he was a gentleman, and he respected her virginity. He gently shook her off. "We have to get up early, Marie. You should get some rest."

"Can I come with you?" He'd never expected her to actually say it; to ask so directly. But he shook his head, in spite of him wanting nothing more than that. 

"Goodnight, Marie." 

"Goodnight." She said with a sigh. She released her fingers from his arm. "Dream about me." She whispered with a sad smile. He was going to be gone after this, after the fleeting walk to the train station in the morning. And if he died, if he was tortured until insanity, he would never dream of her again. 

"I hope I will."