"I don't want to say too much because not all of it involves me" Till warns. I nod. "I'm sure I'll piece it together" I say with an edge, an attempt to get him to talk faster. "I was talking to Richard after the night of the threesome" Till paused as if to re-shuffle his thoughts, or omit things.
"He told me some things, and I told him some things" He took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I told him, that I had feelings for you. Strong feelings. I know I told you I want you to go out and have fun, but I didn't feel like that when I talked to him" He looked down again, embarrassed about what he was saying. "It was Richard that told me I needed to take a step back" He finally looked back up. I let out the breath I'd been holding in. My head started to spin. "Ok so first you tell me you don't care what I do, now you tell me you were, what? Jealous?" I look at him, scrutinising him.
He reached for my hands and I let him hold them. "Lainie, I've never felt the way I feel about you. I don't really know what to do or what to say other than I like what we're doing and it feels good" He gives me that lop-sided smile and my heart melts. I smile at him. I can't really be mad at another person for how they feel.
Till, being inspired by my half naked, care-free headbanging, decided to go back to the hotel and write some music of his own. Once he was gone, I decided to test some limits.
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Der Perfekte Drier (The Perfect Threesome) - A Rammstein Fanfiction
FanfictionLainie Clarkson is a Melbournian rockstar in her own feminist metal band, Kiss This. They've been asked to support Rammstein on their tour and tonight is the night. She might have her eyes on one man, but there's more than one man with his eyes on h...
