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Vodka Cranberry	By : copperboom Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Rammstein or any of their members. I do not profit from these writings.

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OUT FOR A WALK…BITCH
As supper was finished, drinks were replenished and the laughter died down. No one really seemed tired as we cleaned up after ourselves, then headed back into the pool. Once in the water I grabbed Richard’s hand and led him back to the hot tub. We had taken a tip from Herr Heffner and had built ourselves cave.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. “This is impressive.”
“Thank you. We’ve been kicking ourselves for not making the whole thing indoors, but we’ve been considering it recently.”
“Year round swimming. I should look into that. I have plans for building a home in Germany,” he told me.
“That’s so exciting! I hope you don’t have the same headaches that we did. We thought construction would never be done,” I replied.
“I hope not. I’m really excited about it. I’ve been interested in architecture lately. It’s time for a new chapter, and a home that’s really mine,” he explained. There was a twinkle in his eye as a smile crept across his face. My God he was beautiful. I sat there, just staring at him in the low light of the cave.
“I understand that feeling. We won’t be in this house forever, but we spend so much time writing together, it just made sense for us to build together,” I explained.
“So, you’re an author? I don’t know why I haven’t thought to ask you yet,” he said apologetically.
“No worries. I honestly didn’t think to tell you either, so we’re even. Yes, I am an author. Together we write historical mystery fiction. I also have written teen novels and poetry and I do some amateur photography.”
“I’d like to see some of this work,” he said sincerely, that gorgeous smile on his face again.
“I think we can arrange that,” I said, blushing a little. “You can have your pick to take on the road.”
“Take what with you,” Till asked entering the hot tub, Paul on his heels.
“Anna was just telling me what she does for a living. She’s an author and offered to lend me some of her books,” Richard explained.
“Have for keeps. Not lend. You may have them, love,” I said sliding closer to him.
“Impressive,” Paul said. “Till writes poetry too, but I suspect you already knew that.”
“Yes. I did,” I said much like Julian Smith. “I read it all the time,” I said sheepishly.
“That’s a high compliment,” Till said smiling at me.
Richard put his arm comfortingly around me. I tried to hide my smile focusing on putting my hand on his thigh which only made my smile much more difficult to conceal. I could tell from the time I began to curse the Swiss during the football match that Till was jealous of Richard, though I wasn’t sure why. Fuck, I wasn’t sure why Richard was interested. Or, for that matter, why they had decided to come here, trusting strangers. I put this out of my mind quickly, not letting myself ruin this moment.
“Yeah, Till puts us all to shame with his twisted mind,” Paul jested.
“I thought you all had twisted minds,” I said, splashing water at him.
He looked playfully pained by this, then he was truly pained as Till smacked him upside the head.
“Ouch!”
“Sie bekommen was Sie verdienen Sie ficken,” Till growled.
“Fuck you,” Paul replied as he moved away from Till rubbing his head.
Richard, Till and I laughed while Paul pouted.
“Oh you poor thing. I’ve always hoped I’d get to see Till do that to you,” I said smiling devilishly at him.
He opened his mouth in a full ‘O’ of astonishment.
“We should probably head back to the hotel, it’s getting dark now,” Flake had come into the cave.
“If you’d like, we can watch a movie and you are all welcome to stay here,” I told him.
“That would be nice but we’ve already paid for our rooms,” he said.
“Fuck the rooms,” Till said. “Good food. Good company. Let’s stay here.”
“There are three bedrooms in the pool house and two extra in the main house, and they all have the most comfortable beds, or so I’m told. You’ll have to play Goldilocks to find one acceptable,” I said.
“Ok, then,” Flake said, clearly not wanting to argue with Till.
“Fine with me,” Richard chimed, squeezing his arm around me. His smile made me melt into a puddle of German loved gooeyness.
“Right then. Let’s go tell the others,” I said, not worrying about leaving Richard’s embrace, knowing I’d have it all night. I smiled to myself thinking of the possibilities.
“Sleepover,” I shouted as I left the cave.
“What,” Ollie and Schneider said, who were fawning all over Chrissy and Missy respectively.
“We’re going to do facials, (Till chuckled at this and as he was closest to me, I smacked him) and give each other manicures and talk about boys, and gossip,” I exclaimed.
They looked at me like I was crazy, which I very possibly was.
“We decided it’s a good idea to stay here and forego the hotel,” Richard explained.
Finally realizing what I was trying to say, the two nodded in agreement.
“Sweet. I suppose we should take ya’ll to retrieve your luggage, hmm? Chrissy, Mel? One of you will have to drive one of your cars,” I instructed.
“I’ll drive,” Chrissy offered.
“Good deal. Then why are you cunts still here? Get going! I want to watch a fucking movie tonight!”
“God you’re stupid,” she sighed.
“Now, now girls,” Missy scolded.
I had gotten out of the pool and turned to go inside so I could throw on some clothes.
“And where do you think you are going,” Chrissy asked me. I turned to look at her.
“Out. For. A. Walk…Bitch,” was my reply.
“Whoever is going to ride with me, be in the foyer in 5 minutes,” I called as I walked away.
There they were, Richard, Till, Paul, and Flake ready to go. I led them to the garage and punched in the code. Inside sat my Challenger (white with black racing stripes), my Jeep Liberty (all black), my Hummer (also black) and my Mini Cooper (hot pink with a custom R+ symbol on the hood). The Mini’s paint job had them fuckers laughing. I ignored them as I grabbed the keys for the Hummer off the wall.
“Shut up and get in,” I instructed my entourage.
I plugged in my IPod and put it on shuffle. “Bitch Betta Have My Money” was the first song that played. I sang along, ‘It ain’t nothing like black pussy on my dick’ much to the amusement of my passengers. They listened to my music without complaint the whole way. The manager at the hotel must’ve known who they were and didn’t charge them the full price of their rooms since they hadn’t stayed a full night. It was a damn good thing I had brought the Hummer because these guys had a lot of luggage. Upon arriving back at the house, we all helped our guests with their luggage and reconvened in the theatre.
“Shall we vote or can I just pick it so you don’t have to argue with me needlessly and cause me to harbor a desire to kill you,” I asked.
“Dear God let her pick or we’ll never hear the end of it,” Chrissy pleaded.
“I think I’d take up an argument,” Till chimed.
“Me too,” shouted Paul.
“Me three,” Richard whispered in my ear.
“No. You. Don’t. Trust me. She’s the most obnoxious, incorrigible person I know. Try writing with her,” Melissa added.
“Ha ha ha! If you say so,” Till laughed.
“Smart group,” I said then went to the projection room where all the DVDs were housed.
“I’ll go make popcorn,” Chrissy said getting up.
“Don’t make the smoke detector sing the song of your people by trying to cook something,” I teased.
“Oh you’re so funny I’m just dying,” she replied sarcastically.
“Come pick a movie with me,” I said to Richard grabbing his hand, but not before he noticed the pillow on my chair. I’d had it made just for me and it displayed in big red letters ‘Reserved for Mrs. Kruspe’. He chuckled as I turned red as a tomato and pulled him up the stairs.
“That’s a nice touch. Really adds to the room. Brightens it up,” he teased.
“Sure does,” I snapped, trying to avoid that explanation. “What do you think? Horror? Comedy? Epic movie? I’m undecided.”
“Oh ho ho, no. I’ve decided not to argue with you after Melissa explained how incorrigible you are,” he said putting his arms up in surrender.
“But I won’t hate you if you choose something I don’t like,” I said innocently.
“Sure, sure,” he laughed.
“Well I hope everyone likes horror,” I decided as I examined my collection. I chose The Amityville Horror, the one with Ryan Reynolds. Unf. Not that he surpassed Richard, but damn. You know. As I turned on the DVD player I saw that everyone had taken their places, drinks and popcorn in hand. I turned on the projector and sound system. I had forgotten Volkerball was in. Fuck! I moved quickly to stop it as Richard laughed at me.
“Shut up,” I squealed at him.
“You really do love us, don’t you,” he shouted for all to hear.
I could hear manly laughter from the other room. I knew Melissa and Chrissy would be just as embarrassed as I was. I put the DVD back into its home, then put in our movie. I punched Richard on the shoulder playfully as I walked past him. Someone had placed a tub of popcorn on my chair and two drinks in the cup holders.
“So, what did you choose,” Schneiderman asked me.
“Just wait and see,” I replied.
“It’s…” Richard started, but I put a hand over his mouth and shook a finger at him.
“Nein.”
“Nein nein nein nein nein,” Chrissy exclaimed.
“I thought about that one, then decided not, because I’m awesome,” I told her, then we giggled.
The men looked back and forth at us, confused. Missy knew what we meant and just sighed and rolled her eyes.
“It’s from Inglorious Basterds,” I explained.
“I get it now,” Ollie said.
“Nice pillow, by the way,” Till was smiling devilishly.
“I thought so, too,” Richard smiled too.
“Did you see the other side of it,” Paul asked him.
“What the fuck? Is everybody all up in my business now? If I get lucky tonight, should I just turn on the intercom for all to hear,” I dragon breathed.
“Some of us might like it,” Paul told me, pretending to stroke himself.
“Dully noted,” I winked at him.
Richard then picked up the pillow and turned it over. The other side said ‘Reserved for Mrs. Lindemann’. Well fuck a duck, I though in Donnie Donowitz voice. He held it up to me raising his eyebrows as if to say, ‘Really?’. Then he threw it at Till’s head.
“Oooh! That’s a bingo,” I exclaimed as he’d hit him squarely in the face.
“I don’t get it,” Schneiderman whined, “and that’s twice now you have said it.”
“That too is from Inglorious Basterds,” I explained.
“You must watch it a lot,” he smiled at me. Good panty gravy he was gorgeous.
“Yes, we do,” Melissa told him, bringing his attention back to her.
“Fuck,” I stated.
“What now,” Chrissy whined.
“I forgot about the desserts! Give me five minutes to frost the cakes, then come and get it,” I said making my way out of the theatre.
Chrissy had come out almost exactly five minutes later and got out napkins, forks, and plates. After cutting everything, I stepped back and let everyone take what they wanted. The newbies tasted the brownies before going back to their seats, then each grabbed another one. I was feeling pretty good about myself by the time they went back to the theatre. I made a plate to share with Richard, who had also waited for everyone else. He then carried the plate and fork. ‘Fork? Just one? Meh,’ I thought.
I led the way back to my chair then snuggled up with Richard then played the movie. Richard cut off a bite of brownie and fed it to me. I enjoyed every bit of being spoiled. I’m sure we were nauseating to anyone who saw us, but I didn’t care. Every time the movie made me jump he would put would squeeze his arm around me. This movie truly did scare me no matter how many times I watched it, and I would hide in his shoulder. I’d peek up at him and he’d be grinning at me. I loved being squished up next to him. He felt strong, stable, though he even jumped a few times.
I was oblivious to everyone else around us, and once our dessert plate was empty, I set it on the chair next to us. He reclined the chair and I cuddled up to him, his hand resting on my arm. Every so often he’d let his thumb rub on my skin. I was in heaven. His cologne, aftershave, whatever it was went straight to the sex sensors in my brain. I contained myself, though. Barely. I let my hand slide down him from his chest, to his stomach, to his thigh letting my own thumb rub him. I could feel him tense when my hand made it to his thigh, but he endured. By the time the movie was over, though, I was half asleep on his shoulder.
“Ready for bed love,” he asked as he gently patted my arm.
“Unnhh,” was all I could say. He chuckled, waiting patiently for me to rouse. “Mmmkay. Let’s go,” I muttered when I felt ready.
I got up and immediately began to fall. He caught me, pulling me upright into a hug.
“You’re quite a handful,” he murmured.
I looked up at him, smiling so beautifully, and he smelled so damn good. I kissed him, not able to hold myself back anymore. His strong arms around me had quickly woke me up. I pressed my lips on his furiously, and he kissed me back just as hot. There were no catcalls this time, so I assumed everyone had fallen asleep or gone to bed.
When we couldn’t take it anymore, we quickly broke apart, and he grabbed my hand pulling me out of the room. We made it up the stairs before he latched onto me, pushing me up against the wall, feverishly licking his hands up and down my body. His hands ran down my legs, pulling up the bottom of my dress, groping up my thighs, to my belly, to my breasts. I moaned with pleasure, and he moaned back. He lifted me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed his hard cock on me. His mouth moved from mine to the top of my breasts, kissing and licking his way back up my neck and to my ear, tugging on my earlobe. Sounds of excitement escaped my mouth.
“Which way is it again,” he whispered.
“Last door on the right,” I unstructed.
He swept me up into his arms and carried me the rest of the way as quickly as humanly possible. As he fumbled with the handle, he set me down and I threw my arms around him, leaning back on the still closed door. I kissed his neck, gently biting. A loud moan slipped past his lips and I started to giggle and shush him. I grabbed the door handle and pushed down. It swung open into my room, and I pulled him in grabbing his shirt. He swung the door shut with his leg, a little too hard as it shut with a crash, making the posters on the wall shake. We both laughed as we fumbled at each other’s clothing.
I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, ripping it over his head. He threw it down as we reached the bed. He grabbed at my dress pulling it off, knocking me over. I landed on the bed sitting. My hands grabbed his waist as I kissed his stomach, right above where his trunks sat. He ran his hands through my hair, grabbing it together, pulling, but didn’t pull me away. I flicked my tongue along his flesh as high as I could from where I sat, letting my hands grope his thighs and his supple ass.
When I brought my hands back to his front, I undid the strings on his trunks while he untied my bikini top, letting it slide off slowly. My mouth kissed and licked at his flesh while I slowly pulled down his trunks inch by inch. He put his hands on my shoulders bracing himself once I’d reached his cock. Slowly, I took it in by the centimeter. He moaned softly, letting it grow louder, the further my mouth went. I brought my head back slowly, rein, raus, gradually speeding up until I felt him ticking in my mouth. Then I moved my mouth to his balls, taking them in ever so gently, lightly sucking until he was ripe with pleasure. I felt his precome on my hand and moved my mouth back to lick it off, looking up at him as I did so. He pulled my hair tighter, looking into my eyes.
I let go of him putting my hands behind me on the mattress, slowly crawling backward. He kissed me, following until I stopped, then began his pursuit down my body. His mouth moved along my neck, my chest flicking his tongue in spots. He stopped on my right breast, kissing down to the nipple taking it in sucking and licking. His right hand found the other kneading and rousing the nipple with his fingers. I moaned loudly, ‘Richard’. He took his time, before he came back to my mouth and kissed me. “My love,” he whispered before he dropped down to my belly kissing his way down. He licked the folds where my legs met my hips before he found my clit. He wet some of his fingers, inserting them in me as his mouth came back down on my clit again.
He let his fingers and his tongue do all the work until I was about to come. He started kissing his way back up, but before he got too far, I slowly sat up.
“Sit,” I commanded.
He did as instructed, and I took his cock in my hand again stroking him until he was ready for me. I put my legs around his waist, then slowly lowered myself onto him. Before I could even reach the bottom he forced me down. “Oh fuck,” I exclaimed. I grabbed onto him, kissed him forcefully, and rode him, slowly at first. He tried his damndest to make me go faster, but I wasn’t ready yet. I’d plant my mouth back on his and he’d quit trying for a while. When I could feel him again ready to come I stopped abruptly. His eyes were ravenous as he fiercely threw me down on the bed and flew on top of me. He entered me hungrily, needing to finish, but I didn’t let him. With all the strength I had I rolled him over and got on top of him.
I began to tease him slowly again, kissing and licking and biting down him to right above his pelvis. He didn’t hold back his exclamations of ‘fuck!’. As I slowly made my way back up his torso, he tried pulling me, but I didn’t stop until I felt I had fully teased him, stopping to play with his nipples. Then I climbed back on top of him, slowly moving up and down. I let my breasts graze his chest, up to his mouth. He grabbed hold of one with his hand and pulled the nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue go wild. His other hand grabbed hold of my ass. I was in pure ecstasy as I let him guide me sliding on his cock until we both exploded in euphoria moaning and whining loudly, calling each other’s names.
I lay on top of him catching my breath, then kissed him slowly giving him one last slide up and down, making him shudder before I rolled off of him. We both lay there panting still. Once I had caught my breath I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I turned the light on, then standing there naked I thought, ‘did that just really happen’? The adrenaline flooding through me said ‘yes’. When I’d finished washing up, Richard came in behind me and put his arms around my waist, then kissed my shoulder.
“Who are those beautiful people,” he asked joking.
“I don’t know but they sure look like they just fucked. Y’know, aside from the whole being naked and what not,” I answered, smiling at him.
“I think they look more like they just made love, Mein Liebling,” her murmured.
I turned to face him, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
“See you back there,” I asked.
“Of course,” he replied.
I slipped in and pulled the covers over myself. I lay there still feeling euphoric. When he’d come back to join me I waited for him to settle in. He opened his arm out so I could snuggle against him and I sure as hell did. I could still smell his cologne mixed with sweat. It was hot. Sexy hot. I had my head on his chest my right arm over his stomach letting my fingers dance along his skin. I moved my legs to tangle them with his, but just as my foot touched his he jumped.
“Jesus your feet are cold,” he exclaimed.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
He shivered as he chuckled at me, then he snuggled closer, entwining my legs with his anyway.
“We should probably warm them up,” he murmured, turning on his side to face me.
He gently pressed his lips on mine and rubbed my freezing feet with his legs. Lying there with him creating all of that friction turned the heat right back up and we made love again, as he delicately put it. I didn’t think it could get better, but it did. This time he gently, slowly pushed his way on top of me. Everything, every touch, kiss, whisper, was gentle and unhurried. I felt that we did actually make love. We became one person, rather than two wild beasts. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He just knew.
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