March 31, 1779

It was lucky that Klaus had returned alive from that bloody battle, he was very tired and the smell of blood had been stuck in his body. His breathing was slow and leisurely, but his savage blue eyes devour me.

“Ich versprach.”, He whispered in my ear.

“Yes, - A tear came out from my eye but I took it away with a quickly movement of my hand- thank you.”

I took him by his hands and slowly led him to the bathtub. Carefully I removed his armor, his cloak was torn and blood-stained, his hair was a tangle of sweat and dry leaves. My hands were caressing the skin of his back, there I found two new not very deep wounds. I was examinating the rest of his body gradually. Some few cuts on his shoulder and a little scratch on the neck. Nothing serious

When I was about to inspect his chest, I felt his fire look burning my skin. I raised my gaze fixed on his face. His lips parted in a grin. “Sie sind mutig, not even the fiercest warriors have not dared to see me right into my eyes, but you, meine Liebe, you´re different” I tasted his worlds, his marked German accent. I put my head over his chest and I enjoyed his heartbeating too. ”Because I love you.”

I removed his muddy and bloody boots, his pants and then I realized he was bleeding, a bullet had passed through his thigh. “ Why don´t you told me before ?” I said, a little angry.

“I´ts not important”

I hurried to get some bandages and herbs. When I came back Klaus was in the bathtub eyes closed, looks like he was asleep but he noticed my presence and immediately opened the eyes.

“Meine Liebe”

I sat on the edge of the tub where I could easily soaping his back, chest and head.

While I was bathing him I started to hum an old child song that Klaus taught me not long ago.

Ich bin ein Musikante

Und komm' aus Schwabenland ;

Wir sind auch Musikanten

Und komm'n aus Schwabenland

Ich kann spielen auf meiner Trompete

Wir können spielen auf uns'rer Trompete

We sang together until I removed all the lather from his body.

Ich bin ein Musikante

Und komm' aus Schwabenland

I was bandaging his wound while he caressed my cheek with her hands.

Wir sind auch Musikanten

His eyes looked right into my honey ones. We glared each other for a few seconds and then slowly his gaze fixed in my lips.

Und komm'n aus Schwabenland

“Sie sind alles für mich.” I said after the kiss.

He lifted me just as easily as a bag of feathers and took me to the room. We wrapped in hugs and kisses.

With a swipe he tore off my silk dress and stroke my body, tasting it slowly.

“I promised you I will come back.” He said between moans and stifled screams “I promise you that always, mein Leben. Über den Tod hinaus.”

Ich kann spielen auf meiner Trompete

Wir können spielen auf uns'rer Trompete

This is my first fic so please enjoy and review !