The day after.

[funny_herman]

Danny's bed was not so uncomfortable after all... Now why on earth did I even doubt that?

I could not help but straighten things out a little, just a bit. Just some items on his table and on his dresser. That was all. And I made the bed even though I know full well that it will promptly be unmade once Danny returns.

On the way back to the Klub, I stop at a nearby café for a late breakfast of coffee and a danish. As I eat at a window table, I wonder if Fraulein Kost is all right. Should I pay her a visit? I highly doubt that she would be pleased to see me, of all people. I pass on the decision for the time being.

Hopefully Ophilia is feeling better today. Hopefully Frankie's neighbors were not kept awake all night. And hopefully Victor... Well, I'm not sure what I hope for Victor just yet. I try to keep from smiling as I think of his smooth American drawl. ...Quite honestly, it makes me want to melt.

Shaking myself free of all that, I finish my breakfast and leave the café. It is a brisk day and I walk quickly with my hands deep in my pockets. Upon arriving at the Klub, I push the door open, and the sound of piano notes hits my ears before they abruptly stop. I close the door and make my way through the room, shedding my jacket, and I see Victor alone on the stage.

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[or-is-it-victor.livejournal.com]

*he hangs his head, chuckling to himself, but he doesn't let Herman see. Bending, he snags the handle of the trumpet case and carries it along with him and he approaches him. Coming to stand within inches of him, he meets that level blue gaze with his own. He pauses, breathing in his breath, slowly measuring him with his eyes.*

You'd be surprised how well I follow your orders.

*with his voice husky, he quirks a brow to underline the word "your".*

In fact, you won't have any trouble out of me, unless you wanted it.

*he cants his head just so, as if indicating that he might kiss him squarely on the mouth.*

And, you might just want it.

[funny-herman.livejournal.com]

*his eyes sweep over the lines of Victor's face, the angles of his cheekbones, the stubble on his chin and over his upper lip; with a small smile, he tilts his head the opposite way*

*in just above a whisper, his breath warm against Victor's lips* If you give me trouble, Herr Biologist, I'll be sure to give it right back.

[or-is-it-victor.livejournal.com]

*his lips part into a inviting smile and for a brief moment, he contemplates his situation. He wants to be rational. He wants to fight through his raging arousal so that he can think clearly. But looking into those beautiful blue eyes, he's already lost. He puts the instrument case down with a solid clunk and moves back a half-step. With his face burning, hot with excitement and anticipation, he reaches forward and slides his hand lightly over Herman's flank, right above where his shirt is tucked into his slacks. He curls his fingers slightly. He breathes a long sigh and his eyes are soft when he looks up again*

Then I want trouble...

*he says very softly, and pulls Herman closer*