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KindermÃ¤dchen (Nanny)	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Kindermädchen ("Nanny")
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
RATING: R for somewhat graphic description of M/F sexuality.
GENRE: Romantic het-fic. This is NOT slash.
PAIRING: Flake/Bianca (insert character)
SYNOPSIS: Flake hires help to raise his daughter, but the help ends up touching his heart!
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact in ANY way. Not for profit.

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Flake’s POV---

I am sitting in my study, scrawling mindless babble into my journal, when I hear the downstairs intercom buzz.

I press the button to answer its call.

“Hallo?”

“Herr Lorenz? I am here for my interview appointment…”

I nod to myself, closing up my journal.

I’ve interviewed applicant after applicant for the position of Kindermädchen, for my daughter, Annie. That’s a “nanny” to those who do not speak German.

I long wrestled with the idea of getting a Kindermädchen. I hate having Annie raised by a stranger, but her mother took her on begrudgingly, and I had my own career, and hated exposing her to the evils of the rock and roll lifestyle, so I soon realized I had little choice.

No applicant passed my strict judgment. Many were too wild, or irresponsible. I have a sixth sense for that sort of thing. I wanted someone young enough to be active with my daughter, just as I was when I was home, but mature enough to bring her up responsibly.

I quick-stepped down the stairs, and to the door, where my next applicant awaited.

I opened the door, and my breath caught in my throat. She couldn’t have been any older than 19 or 20, with golden blonde hair and playful, blue eyes. She was dressed conservatively in a red cable knit sweater, a demure black wool skirt, and penny loafers. She clutched school books in her arms.

“Hallo Herr Lorenz! Ich bin Bianca Devonn.” she greeted warmly, shaking my hand.

Her pronunciation was superb, but she had no accent. I surmised she must’ve been an American studying at the university.

I invited her in, and showed her to a seat in my sitting room. I offered her a drink, and smiled, impressed, when she asked for ice water. Most applicants asked for beer or liquor of some sort. Reason number one why the position had not yet been filled.

I looked over her resume. She had been in the child care business since her early teens, and was one of 6 children, the second to the eldest.

“What are you studying at university?” I ask softly.

“I am a liberal arts major…”

I snort at that. Liberal arts is a waste of school life, in my opinion.

“…But before you think I’m throwing my education away, I am minoring in creative writing. I want to be a novelist.”

“Oh, very good. And living here, looking after my daughter…Is that going to interfere with your school work?”

“Oh no, mein Herr…I will find plenty of time for both. I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA in a house filled with toddlers and upwards.”

I smile to myself, duly impressed.

“You do realize this is as much a full-time job as you can get? No wild parties, no taking off without making arrangements with myself or Annie’s mother. For all intensive purposes, you are being paid to be a surrogate parent. I want my daughter to know there is someone there at all times, for whatever she might need. Will this be a problem for you?”

This is the part where my other applicants would politely excuse themselves, and all but run out my front door.

Bianca merely smiled.

“Not at all, mein Herr. I am quite aware of what I am agreeing to, and am fully prepared to live up to the obligation.”

Oh ja, she’s hired.

I show her to her room, and we make arrangements to transport her things as quickly as possible. I am due to travel to Spain to record our new album soon, and from there will be a promotional tour, and from there a concert tour. I am relieved to know my daughter will be properly cared for.

“Would you like to meet my daughter?” I ask.

“Certainly mein Herr!”

“Please, call me Flake.”

She blushes slightly. Cute.

I call for my daughter, and she comes charging down the stairs with all the rage her slight frame can muster.

“I don’t want to meet her, Papa! I don’t want a Kindermädchen! I’m almost an adult!”

I roll my eyes and look to Bianca, who stands steadfast as if she has faced adolescent adversaries all too often before.

“Annelein! You get in here this instant and conduct yourself as a young lady!” I call after her.

She plods in, arms folded, jaw jutted outward in blazing defiance.

“Annie, this is Bianca, your new nanny.”

Bianca extends her hand, but Annie only wrinkles her nose as if Bianca has leprosy.

“It’s ok, Annie. I understand how you feel.” Bianca coos.

“I’m glad SOMEBODY does…” Annie hisses, directly at me.

“I’m not here to boss you around, only to be available to you, should you need me.” Bianca continues.

Annie softens noticeably.

“At least your not some old, frumpy lady. Maybe we could…go shopping or something, sometime.” Annie offers.

“I’d enjoy that.” Bianca says with a warm smile.

“May I be excused, Papa?” Annie asks me.

“Of course Engel.”

Annie walks out a great deal calmer than she came in, and I am dumbfounded.

“You get a raise, as of this minute.” I say, blinking in disbelief.

I didn’t hire a nanny, so much as a lion tamer.

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Bianca’s POV---

Herr Lorenz left for his recording today. I am left alone in the house with Annie for the first time since I was hired. I am a bit nervous. I hope I really can hold up to the responsibility. I’d hate to let him down.

Annie and I have had a great deal of fun already. She is a really bright young woman, obviously due to her father’s careful nurturing.

She does really well in school, and shows a great interest in my school work. I laugh to myself at the thought of her taking an interest in liberal arts. Her father would fire me on the spot.

I can tell she misses her father terribly. When he calls she fights having to let him go. It saddens me to see her clinging to the telephone long after he’s hung up.

On one of these occasions, I carefully slip the phone out of her hands, and place it back on the receiver. She clings to me, and sobs.

“Oh, Annelein…”

“I miss him, Bianca…Why can’t he come home?”

I run my fingers through her hair.

“He’ll be home on a break soon enough, and we’ll make the most of the time he’s here, ok?”

She sniffles, and I wipe her eyes.

It seems like forever before we hear his suitcases landing on the stoop, and his key turn in the front door.

Annie runs down the stairs, to await him as he opens the door.

“Annelein! Engel!” he calls, as he scoops her up, embracing her tightly.

I help him with his luggage, as he drowns his daughter in kisses.

“So, how have the two of you got on?”

Annie bursts into a tirade…

“Well, she’s been helping me with my school work, and we got our hair done, and we stayed up all night watching scary movies, but it was alright, it wasn’t a school night, and then we had a taffy pull and ate taffy until we got sick, which reminds me, there’s plenty in the kitchen if you want some and…”

“Ok ok! I see you two are getting along just fine.”

I smile broadly. He seems quite impressed, and I’m just a little bit proud.

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Flake’s POV---

It’s late, and Annie finally settled down to sleep.

I decide to get an in-depth report from Bianca on the goings on since I was away.

I knock gently at her bedroom door.

“Come in…” she calls softly.

She sits at her dressing table, clad in a white silk robe. She is brushing her hair softly.

I hesitate, nearly forgetting what I came here for.

“Anything phenomenal happen while I was away?” I ask.

She turns to me, blue eyes shining with tenderness.

“Nothing too out of the ordinary. Annie and I are getting along well.”

“My dear, that IS out of the ordinary. My daughter doesn’t trust strange women. She’s ran off many girlfriends.”

We both chuckle at that.

For the first time, I see how truly breathtaking she is. And not only for her looks, which are quite enough to stir the soul. But she radiates a kindness from her innermost core, and outward, and it reaches everything and everyone in her presence. It has been far too long since I have been so moved. But, I know this is useless fancy. She is far too young, and wouldn’t share two glances with someone of my advanced age. I’m sure there are many young men her own age who would be far more worthy of her company.

She rises, and I see her figure for the first time. She is far from being thin (of course, thin to me is much different from thin to someone else, being I am fearfully waifish), but she is fit and shapely. Her breasts are full, and telling of her age, sitting high and proud.

I excuse myself and retreat to my room, closing the door softly, and leaning against it. My chest heaves as a poisonous cocktail of lust and admiration mixes in my blood, that now pounds audibly in my temples.

I slip out of my robe, and under the cool sheets of my bed, trying futily to sleep.

I think I need a shower.

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Bianca’s POV---

He left so suddenly. I hope I didn’t scare him off. I look down at my form covered in white silk. Maybe he found me displeasing. I pinch at my hips and waist, deciding maybe he found me too fat, or too misshapen.

Then I wonder why I care.

In my heart, I know exactly why.

I knew it from the first time his hand touched mine, or how his hand rested gently on my shoulder as he showed me my room for the first time. Or how he looked at me when his daughter’s rage came and went like a warm, summer storm.

I knew it when I saw him in my doorway, dressed in his black silk robe and slippers, the tie of the robe laying across his delicate waist, the hem framing his powerful thighs.

I was falling for him…

I was falling for my employer…

Fabulous…

Suddenly, my mind flashed with images so shameful and exciting, I lost my breath…

Laying in his bed, our clothes finding their way to the floor, our lips tasting each other, our hands exploring the forbidden and divine…

I think I need a shower…

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Flake’s POV---

I step into the shower, turning on the water until steam billows, and my skin glows red from the abuse.

I sigh audibly as the warmth carries away my tensions and worries…

I lather myself, trying to keep my mind blank and empty.

I can’t think about her.

It somehow feels wrong, not to mention quite foolish.

I’m not a schoolboy anymore, and she certainly is a schoolgirl.

It’s then I hear the door open. I must have forgotten to lock it.

“Annie, I’m in here Liebchen…”

No answer…

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Bianca’s POV---

Wonderful…

He’s in the shower…

The old me would run out, blushing, dying from embarrassment…

But the BOLD me…

I am at an impasse…

Fight my impulses, or befriend them.

I decide on the latter.

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Flake’s POV---

The curtain is thrown asunder, and I see Bianca standing before me. I do my best to cover myself, wondering how she could have not heard the water running, or seen the steam.

She drops her robe, and steps inside with me.

I cannot bring myself to speak as I admire her. Her body is without a blemish, and beautiful. From her hair, softly curling from the steam, to her pert breasts, and perfect, erect nipples, to her neatly shaved pubis, and firm legs.

She kisses me tenderly, and I melt into her embrace. I’ve been lonely far too long, and her touch feels like coming home.

She runs her nails over my chest and waist, and I moan softly. She is being neither deliberate nor random with her caresses. She lets my reactions guide her.

I am lost in an endorphin rush, consequences be damned, I want nothing but to make love to her…

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Bianca’s POV---

He kisses along my jaw line, and I relish the feeling of his soft lips against my pink skin.

He captures each nipple in turn between those blessed lips, and suckles softly, pulling a bit, driving me mad.

He places my foot on the tub’s edge, spreading my thighs, kneeling before me.

I shudder from anticipation as he turns he face upward, and begins to stab at my clitoris with his tongue.

His stabbing motions become figure-8’s and spirals over my most sensitive spot…

Before long, I lock my fingers into his hair, fighting to keep quiet as he drives me slowly out of my mind.

He slides two long, slender fingers into me, working them deeply, finding every pleasurable spot inside me, and giving them all utmost attention.

Between his fingers and tongue, I lose myself, and cry out as I come, the evidence of my passion mingling with the shower water, and running down my thighs.

He rises, kissing me passionately, and all I want is to feel him inside me. But first, I decide to reciprocate the pleasure…

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Flake’s POV---

I lick my lips, still tasting her there, sweet and clean.

As I relish her, she kneels, taking my erection into her mouth, and suckling me gently.

There is nothing lewd about her.

She is making love to me with her hungry lips, and lusting tongue.

She withdraws, pulling my foreskin up over my glans, and running her tongue between them.

I call out, delighting in the delicious sensation…

She sucks me a bit more, and I stop her. I am not ready for this to end.

I lift her legs up, wrapping them around my waist, and slide into her slowly.

She blossoms like a flower to receive me, and I am stifled by the endless depth and tightness of her, her fluttering eyelids, and lips that mutter secret words of passion.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I make love to her with slow, gentle thrusts, seeking her most pleasurable spot.

I soon find it, and focus my attentions there, and our voices join in cries of delight.

She locks her gaze with mine, and I am lost in the two oceans of blue bliss as she smiles, and kisses me passionately.

Before long, I feel her inner walls contract as she has her second climax, and I follow, throbbing and filling her deeply, and our cries rise and fall at the same rhythm and pitch.

I help her to standing and she kisses me deeply.

I realize what we’ve done.

I’m not sure how she feels about it, and am suddenly afraid.

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Bianca’s POV---

My heart races, and my head throbs.

I can’t believe what we’ve done, and I want more.

He says nothing, but steps out of the shower, grabs a towel, and his robe and leaves the room.

What have I done?

I dry with a fresh towel, put on my robe, and head for my room, falling into my bed sobbing.

He must truly hate me now. He must think I only aimed to seduce him.

He must think horribly of me.

I know what I must do.

After writing out my resignation letter, I try futily to sleep.

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Flake’s POV---

I say nothing as I watch Bianca load her things into a friend’s truck.

I’m not angry with her, and I know that is what she believes.

But I know we can never be…anything more than that one night.

We come from two different worlds…two different GENERATIONS…

I feel suddenly ill as I see her load up the last suitcase of her things.

She looks at me, those blue eyes so fractured, spokes of golden hope adorning them. I turn away, and she tells her friend to drive.

I close the door, and am met by my raging daughter.

“You sent her away! I hate you, I hate you!” she wails, pummeling my chest.

“She left. She had other commitments.” I say evenly. I hate lying to my Annelein, but it’s for the best.

It’s been days, and Annie is so morose.

I hate to have to leave her in such a state, but I am expected in Paris in the morning for a signing.

Her mother comes to collect Annie before I leave.

“Aren’t you going to tell your father auf weidersehn?” she asks of Annie.

“Ja, Tschüss…” Annie says obligatorily.

I arrive in Paris, and Till can read my indecision like a book.

“You fucked the Kindermädchen…” he says with a mischievous chuckle.

“How do you know?” I ask, quite perplexed at his psychic abilities…

“Flake, I am no fool. I’ve been around the block more than once, and I know that look like the back of my own hand. I also know that Bianca is the only relatively attractive woman you’ve been around in the longest time. It’s not hard to put two and two together, my friend.”

I sigh in surrender.

“What have I done? I just…let her go. She thinks I despise her, and my daughter despises me for letting her go away.”

“You have to get her back. That is your only option.”

“Till Lindemann telling me to pursue a woman?”

“Look…Maybe I’m not so keen on romance, but I am a ship with no anchor. You, however, are a ship in search of a port to call home.”

I nod. He is right. As usual.

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Bianca’s POV---

I feel so empty without Flake and Annie in my life.

I go through my days like a worn-out automaton, school, part-time job at the grocery, home, homework, sleep, and all over again.

If only I’d fought for him.

If only I’d told him my true feelings.

I decide I can’t just walk away.

I use the last of my school money and buy a plane ticket for Paris. I’m going to get him back, one way or another.

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Flake’s POV---

We pack up our things, and prepare to board our plane back home to Berlin. I had hoped to see her rush in, romantic-movie style, and declare her love for me among the sea of fans.

But, I scold myself that this is REAL life, not some Humphrey Bogart/Ingrid Bergman film…

When I arrive home, the emptiness is vacuous.

No Annie to greet me, no Bianca to stand, smiling softly at the doorway.

Nothing.

No one.

I curse myself for my stupidity.

I can only hope fate sees fit to give me another chance, before it is too late.

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Bianca’s POV---

I arrive in Paris, and hurry down to the convention hall where Rammstein is due for their signing.

When I arrive, their tables and signage are long gone.

And so is he.

I cry softly, and decide this is fate’s way of telling me it wasn’t meant to be.

I turn to go, and I hear a soft voice from behind me…

“I knew you’d come.”

“Annie! What are you…?”

“I’ve been coming here every two hours or so since yesterday. I knew you’d be here. Even if you are late.”

“How did you get here?”

She waves her father’s credit card.

“He’s going to be VERY upset with you!” I scold, shocked.

“We’ll just call it a charitable donation. Now then, we have to get you on a plane to Berlin, IMMEDIATELY.”

“He’s back home?”

“For now. Come on, before he takes off again!”

We hurry for the airport, after collecting my luggage, and I can only hope he hasn’t escaped me again.

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Flake’s POV---

I pack fresh clothes, and leave my others to be washed once I return.

I take one last look around my vacant home, before sighing, and leaving for the airport on the way to our next signing.

In the taxicab, on the way to the airport my mobile rings. It’s Annie’s mother.

“Have you seen Annie?!” she shrieks, voice thick with worry.

“Nein, why?”

“I went to wake her this morning, and she was gone, and so was her luggage.”

“Do you know where she might have gone?”

“No idea, and I’m going out of my head with worry.”

“Calm down, I’m sure she’ll turn up. If you don’t see her by tonight, call me then call the police.”

We say our goodbyes, and I feel my chest heave, deep in worry. Where could she have gone?

I hurry to my gate, and prepare to board my plane.

Over the speaker I hear:

“Flight 1176 Paris to Berlin is now unloading…Flight 2162 Berlin to London is boarding in approximately thirty minutes.”

I take my seat in the waiting lounge, open a book, and begin to read.

I hear women’s voices…

“I want your father and mother to both know this was none of my idea…Do you realize I could go to jail, Annie? Ohh, I hope they aren’t sick with worry over you!”

I peer up over my novel and see…No, it couldn’t be.

“Bianca, I’ll make sure they know it was all my idea. I love you…I don’t want you to go to jail…”

It is!

I grab my carry-on, and run for them.

“Bianca! Annie!!!”

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Bianca’s POV---

I turn as I hear my name called, and I see him!

Running toward us!

I hold my ground, unsure as of yet his emotional state.

“Annie your mother is half-crazy with concern! Where have you been?” he asks, gripping Annie’s shoulders.

“I had to retrieve something for you…”

“On my credit card, ja?”

Annie hands it over, and Flake stuffs it into his pocket.

“Bianca…I…”

“She had nothing to do with this, Papa…I went on my own…I knew she’d be there, waiting for you, and she was, and…”

My gaze meets his, and Annie’s protests fall silent.

I can hear the blood moving through my veins as we stand, both unable to move.

“Papa, this is the part where you kiss her, tell her your sorry, and that you’ve missed her.”

He smiles.

“Ja, I am…and…I have…”

I cup his face in my hands and kiss him deeply.

“How does a trip to London strike you?” he asks, eyes alight with anticipation.

I smile.

“Sounds lovely. But only if she comes along.” I reply, nodding toward Annie.

“Of course, but AFTER she calls her mother.”

As we board the plane, he clasps my hand in his, and I know that I have found my home.

My happy ending.

My knight in shining lederhosen.

I have found my family.

Annie nuzzles against me as we take off for London, and wherever else life may lead.

DIE ENDE
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