Title: "Interlude" Pairing: Franka Potente/Karl Urban Rating: NC-17 Summary: They have time. Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: For my darlingest Brook, because she demanded het, and I love her like that. "Let's stay like this," Franka says, and clenches inner muscles, her smile a siren's call that he's helpless to resist. She may be delicate-looking, with her small hands and fragile, fine-boned features, but there's nothing delicate about her passion, her insatiable greed for life, for him. It's one of her sexiest qualities. Karl smiles down at her, already fraying at the edges, gathering her tight in his arms as he drives deep inside her. "Is this the part where I object?" "You don't get to object," she laughs, the sound breathless and free. "Good." He rolls them over, and she rises over him like a goddess, pale limbs and fiery hair and flashing eyes. She rides him slowly, punctuating each thrust with broken murmurs of mehr and küss mich and liebster. The harsh, guttural sounds fall in sweet contrast from soft, pouty lips. He leans up, meets her kiss halfway, tongues playfully dueling, heated, but without desperation. They have plenty of time, after all. He fills his hands with the soft weight of her breasts, rolling puckered nipples between his fingers. She tightens around him again, flexing and shifting and the breathless moans turn into small cries of pleasure. When she comes, skin flushed, eyes wide and body trembling, she is his entirely. Just as he is hers. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!