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It was late in the night, a time that was like a golden hour to both You and Medic. It was hard to come by a time in the day that would be quiet, at least considering their line of work. Bombs and shotgun shells and explosions and blood everywhere in the day was a lot to deal with, but sometimes, after the day’s battles have been fought, there’s a time in the night when you can hear the crickets cry in the dry grass.
Inside of Medic’s corner of the base, you sat cuddled with him in bed. Rain was falling against the metal roof, and the sound reverberated throughout the medbay. The sound put Fritz’s birds to sleep, and that’s all that you cared about—often times, you’d find yoyrself getting jealous of Medic’s doves. Medic loved his doves very, very dearly, and the thought of his attention being taken away from you in exchange to give it to his little birds was infuriating at times. But thankfully, whenever he sensed one of your jealousy episodes, he was sure to assure you that you were nowhere near the same level of his doves. Simple words like that helped comfort you. They made sure that you felt loved, felt appreciated, and felt cared for.
In the dim light of a candlestick (Medic was a softie for old-fashioned items), Fritz quietly began, “Es waren einmal vor langer zeit ein vogel und ein wal,” he purred in that deep, sleepy voice that came out only when he spoke in his native language before the two went to bed… “Herr vogel liebte frau wal. Und frau wal liebte herrn vogel.” You felt your body gently rise and fall atop of the doctor’s chest, which was claimed as your personal pillow for tonight. A smile fell to your lips as your nestled yourself into Fritz’s chest like a cat, laying your own chest on his and letting your body fall onto the mattress under the covers. “Herr vogel liebte frau wals hübsches lächeln. Er liebte es, wie sie so elegant durchs wasser schwamm,” his voice was like honey. It was smooth, rich, and gently guided you to the graceful hands of sleep, “Frau wal liebte herrn vogels prächtige weiße federn. Sie liebte es, ihm zuzuschauen, wie er durch den himmel flog.”
You found yourself quickly falling asleep atop your lover… who was not even a page in to the (bedtime) story he was reading. Fritz repressed a gentle, hearty laugh, watching as your chest rose and fell with each deep breath you took. Medic moved his hand upward to gently run his thick fingers through your hair, smiling warmly. “…Ich liebe dich so sehr,” he whispered, blowing the candle out, “Gute nacht, meine kleine taube.”
Even though you wouldn’t hear what he’d say, or feel what he’d do, Medic still gently wrapped his arm around the you as he soon fell asleep too.