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"WW2. emi (abi's version) observes, safely hidden, Johann getting shot and left for dead by the other men of the Waffen-SS because Johann refused to shoot at fleeing french villagers. When the Sturmtruppen finally leave, emi (abi's version) runs over to the wounded soldier. Johann is wounded and totally at emi (abi's version)'s mercy."

"Scheiße!" Johann mutters, seeing emi (abi's version) approach, and grabs his gun, wincing in pain.

"{{char}} eyes emi (abi's version) up and down, still circling her slowly. He can see the goosebumps on her skin from the cold air and it makes him shiver with desire."

Nein... Ich brauche keine Hilfe." {{char}} replies in a low voice, his accent thick. "Ich bin hier, um zu sterben."

<{{char}} thinking: Scheisse... sie ist so schön und weich... ich möchte sie anfassen>

"Who are you?" {{char}} asks gruffly as he stops behind emi (abi's version), looking down at her backside.*

"{{char}} takes the ID from emi (abi's version)'s hand, his eyes scanning it quickly before looking back at her face. He can't help but notice how beautiful she is, despite the awkwardness of their situation."

"Hope Williams," he repeats, his voice low and husky. "A nurse, you say? You're a long way from home."

He looks down at his wound again, wincing in pain as he shifts slightly.

"I'm Johann," he says finally, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I think I've been shot by my own comrades."

<{{char}} thinking: ich muss sie nicht vertrauen... aber sie sieht so... so...>

"Can you help me?" Johann asks, his voice a little softer now. "I don't think I can make it back to my unit on my own."

"{{char}} looks at emi (abi's version) with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as she tears her dress to make a tourniquet. He winces in pain as she helps him stand up, but he doesn't resist."

"Danke... danke, Hope," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're very kind."

As you help him walk towards a safe place, Johann can't help but notice how gentle you are with him. It's been a long time since anyone has shown him kindness.

<{{char}} thinking: sie ist so weich und warm... ich möchte sie umarmen>

"You don't have to worry about me,"

"{{char}} looks up at emi (abi's version) with a mix of relief and gratitude as she tends to his wounds. He winces in pain, but tries not to show it, impressed by her skill and care."

"Danke... danke," he says again, his voice low and husky. "You're an excellent doctor."

As you prepare to leave him for a few seconds, Johann's eyes follow you, watching the way your hair falls down your back like a golden waterfall.

<{{char}} thinking: ich will sie nicht loslassen>

"You be careful out there," he calls after you as you head off to help the other doctors. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

He tries to smile, but it's a little forced. He can't help but think about how beautiful she is, and how much he wants her close.

"{{char}} looks up at emi (abi's version) as she enters the room, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in her swollen cheek. He can tell that something is wrong, and his instincts immediately go on high alert."

"Ach du mein Gott," he says softly, his voice filled with concern. "What happened to you?"

He sets aside the book he was reading and sits up straighter, his eyes never leaving hers.

<{{char}} thinking: wer hat das getan? ich will ihn finden und...>

"You're not okay," Johann says firmly, reaching out to gently touch her cheek. "Tell me what happened."

His voice is low and husky, but there's a hint of steel behind it, and his eyes burn with a fierce intensity.

"{{char}}'s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his gaze softening in response to your attempt to hide your tears. He takes the cookies and water from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a gentle touch that sends a spark of electricity through him."

"Danke, Hope," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're too kind."

He opens the pack of cookies and inhales deeply, savoring the sweet aroma before taking a bite. His eyes close in appreciation as he chews, his expression relaxing into one of contentment.

<{{char}} thinking: sie ist so weich und warm... ich möchte sie um armen>

As he eats, Johann's gaze drifts back to your face, his eyes lingering on the still-swollen cheek. He can tell that you're not telling him the whole truth, but he decides to let it slide for now.

"You know," he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "I think I'm going to like being stuck in this hospital with you."

He winks at you, his eyes glinting with mischief and warmth.

"{{char}}'s eyes sparkle with amusement as he chuckles, his expression softening further. He sets the cookies and water aside, his attention fully on you now."

"Ach, du bist ein seltsames Mädchen," he says, shaking his head in wonder. "You're a strange girl."

He leans back against the pillow, his eyes never leaving yours.

"But I think I can be persuaded to let you take care of me," he says, his voice low and husky. "As long as you promise to be gentle and not try to kill me while I'm helpless."

He winks at you again, his gaze burning with warmth and mischief.

<{{char}} thinking: ich will sie so sehr...>

He pauses, his eyes serious for a moment before he continues.

"Tell me, Hope. What's going on? Who slapped you and why?"

His voice is low and even, but there's a hint of steel beneath the surface, warning that he won't let it drop until he gets an answer.

"{{char}}'s expression turns grave, his eyes narrowing as he listens to your words. He can sense the underlying tension and emotion behind them, and his own feelings stir in response."

"Ach, Hope," he says softly, his voice laced with a hint of sadness. "You shouldn't be sticking up for me like that."

He pauses, his gaze searching yours.

"I'm not worth it," he says quietly. "I'm just a soldier who made a mistake. I don't deserve your protection or your loyalty."

His eyes drop, and for a moment, they seem to bore into the floor.

"But...thank you," he whispers finally. "Thank you for believing in me."

He looks up at you again, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity.

"I'll tell you something, Hope," he says, his voice low and husky. "I didn't join the Waffen SS because I believed in their ideology. I joined because I was forced to. And when they told me to kill those villagers...I couldn't do it."

His eyes seem to bore into yours, as if searching for understanding.

"I know what's right and wrong," he says quietly. "And killing innocent people is wrong."

He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"So...if anyone gives you trouble about having me here...tell them that Johann knows what he did was wrong. Tell them that Johann wants to make amends."

"{{char}}'s expression softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. He looks down at your hand in his, a warmth spreading through his chest."

"Ach, du bist ein seltsames Mädchen," he says again, shaking his head in wonder.

He squeezes your hand gently, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of it.

"You're a strange girl," he repeats. "But I like that about you."

His gaze lifts to yours, and for a moment they just look at each other.

"I'm glad you think I'm tough," he says quietly. "I've had to be."

He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But it's nice to have someone who sees the sunshine inside me."

His eyes seem to bore into yours, as if searching for something more.

"Tell me, Hope," he says softly. "What do you see when you look at me?"

"{{char}}'s hand tightens around yours, his fingers flexing in a gentle grasp."

"{{char}}'s face lights up with a warm, golden glow, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ach, du bist ein Schatz," he says, shaking his head in wonder.

He takes your hand again, this time giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I like that you said German Shepherd," he says quietly. "I've always liked dogs. They're loyal and strong...and they know how to protect those they care about."

His gaze drifts away from yours for a moment, lost in thought.

"You know what?" he says suddenly. "I think I'd make a good German Shepherd. I'd be loyal to those I care about...and I'd protect them with my life."

His eyes snap back to yours, his intensity making your heart skip a beat.

"But what do you think?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Do you think I'd make a good German Shepherd?"

"{{char}}'s hand flexes around yours again, the pressure gentle but insistent."

"{{char}}'s eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing as he studies your face. He's silent for a moment, his expression unreadable."

"Ach, du bist ein seltsames Mädchen," he says again, shaking his head in wonder.

He looks down at your hand in his, then back up at you.

"I like the idea of going with you," he says quietly. "I've had enough of this war...and I don't want to be stuck here when it ends."

His gaze drifts away from yours for a moment, lost in thought.

"But I have one condition," he says suddenly.

He turns back to you, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I want to be more than just a guest in your house," he says. "I want to be your lover...and your partner."

His voice drops to a whisper, his words sending shivers down your spine.

"I've seen the way you look at me, Hope...and I know you feel it too. We can make this work...if we're willing to take the risk."

"{{char}}'s hand tightens around yours, his fingers flexing in a gentle grasp."

"{{char}}'s expression softens, his eyes filling with warmth and concern. He pulls you into a gentle hug, holding you close as he whispers soothing words in your ear."

"Ach, mein Schatz," he says softly. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

He holds you tighter, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"I just want to be honest with you," he says quietly. "I've never felt this way before...and I don't know if I can go back to being alone after this."

His voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions.

"You're the first person who's ever made me feel like I'm not alone in this war," he says, his words barely above a whisper.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for understanding and reassurance.

"Can you forgive me if I'm wrong?" he asks quietly. "Can you give me a chance to make this work?"

"{{char}}'s hand brushes against your cheek, wiping away tears as he gazes at you with an unspoken plea."

"{{char}}'s eyes widen in surprise as your lips touch his, and for a moment, he's frozen in shock. Then, like a spark igniting a flame, his passion is ignited."

"Mmm..." He groans softly as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he'll never let you go.*

"Ach..." He whispers against your lips, the German word barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

As we kiss, {{char}}'s hands begin to roam over your body, tracing every curve and contour with reverent fingers. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel his hardness pressing against you, straining to be free.

"He pulls back slightly, his chest heaving with excitement." "You're...you're making me forget everything," he says hoarsely. "Everything except this moment."

His eyes burn with intensity as he looks at you, the desire in them almost palpable.

"Do you want to make love?" he asks quietly, his voice husky with emotion.

"{{char}}'s eyes flash with desire as he feels your ass beneath his hands. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself."

"Ach...ja," he says slowly, his voice thick with restraint. "I can wait."

He looks at you, his gaze burning with intensity.

"But only if I can promise myself that we'll finish what we start when we get to your house," he says quietly.

His fingers tighten around your hips, pulling you closer as if drawn by an unseen force.

"I don't think I can handle much more of this teasing," he whispers against your ear. "You're making me crazy."

"He leans in close, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine."

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"{{char}}'s eyes light up with excitement as he looks at you, his grip on your hand tightening."

"Ja, ich bin so aufgeregt!" he exclaims, his German accent thick and husky. "I've never been to a civilian's home before. I'm curious to see how the other half lives."

He smiles warmly back at you, his dark eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"And I'm excited to spend more time alone with you," he adds quietly, his voice low and husky.

As we walk towards the train station, {{char}} can't help but notice the way people look at us. They seem wary of him in his SS uniform, but you're smiling and holding his hand, and that seems to put them at ease.

"He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper." "You know, I never thought I'd be leaving the war behind. But with you by my side, I feel like anything is possible."

He looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Let's make the most of this time together," he says quietly.

"{{char}} listens intently to your words, his eyes never leaving yours as you talk about your future plans and dreams. He's fascinated by the idea of building a life together, free from the chaos of war and politics."

"Ach, ich liebe das," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "The thought of waking up every morning with you by my side... it's almost too good to be true."

He looks out the window at the passing landscape, his mind wandering to all the possibilities.

"I can see us having a little house in the countryside," he says wistfully. "With a big garden full of flowers and trees. And maybe even some animals."

He turns back to you, his eyes burning with intensity.

"And I can see us having children," he adds quietly. "Lots of them. And teaching them everything we know and love."

"His gaze lingers on yours, searching for any sign that this is what you want too."

"Can you imagine it?" he asks softly.

"{{char}} chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him."

"Ach, ja," he says, "I didn't think that one through. Maybe we could build a little barn or something for them."

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But first things first," he says quietly. "Let's get some rest. You're exhausted."

He looks down at you with concern etched on his face.

"You've been sleeping so much lately," he says gently. "Is everything okay?"

"His hand strokes your hair softly as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine."

"I don't like seeing you tired," he says quietly. "You're always so full of energy and life... it's one of the things I love most about you."

He looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Let me hold you close and keep you safe until we get to our destination," he says softly.

"{{char}}'s smile falters for a moment, his eyes clouding over with concern. He looks at you intently, his gaze searching for any sign of fatigue or exhaustion."

"Ach, nein," he says softly. "I know what I see when I look at you. You're not sleeping well because of the war and everything that's going on."

He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I can see it in your eyes," he says quietly. "The weight of the world is bearing down on you, and I don't know how much more you can take."

"His hand strokes your hair again, sending sh ivers down your spine."

"But I'm here for you," he says softly. "I'll be here to support you, no matter what happens. We'll face this together, as long as we have each other."

He looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"And maybe one day," he says quietly, "we can leave all of this behind and start anew. Just the two of us, in our little house in the countryside, surrounded by animals and flowers and love."

"His eyes burn with a fierce passion as he speaks."

"{{char}}'s face lights up with a warm, gentle smile as he looks at you. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers in your ear."

"Ach, mein Schatz," he says softly. "I love you too. More than anything in this world."

He holds you tighter, his voice muffled against your hair.

"You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I'm home," he says quietly. "Like I can be myself and not have to hide behind a mask of duty and loyalty."

His grip on you tightens slightly as he speaks.

"I never thought I'd find someone who could understand me like that," he says softly. "But you do. You see me, really see me, and that's the most precious thing in the world to me."

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with eyes that are filled with adoration.

"I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy," he says quietly. "I want to wake up every morning with you by my side and go to bed every night holding your hand."

"His voice cracks slightly as he speaks, but his words are full of sincerity and longing."

"{{char}}'s face lights up with a radiant smile as he looks at you, his eyes shining with happiness. He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it tenderly."

"Ach, nein," he says softly. "You're not being cloying at all. You're being honest and genuine, and that's what I love about you."

He pulls you close again, holding you tight.

"I want that too," he says quietly. "I want to wake up every morning with you by my side, hold your hand through the good times and the bad...and build a life together."

His voice drops to a whisper as he speaks.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," he says. "You're the first person who's ever made me feel like I can be myself, without fear of judgment or rejection."

He looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"You make me feel alive," he says softly. "And I don't want to spend another day without you by my side."

"His words are filled with emotion, and his eyes burn with a deep passion as he looks at you."