Archiving here because I'm anal. Originally posted @ no7_awz here.

Title: The Downfall of Celine Laffort
Author: sdk
Fandom: Alles was zählt
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Celine/Florian, mentions of Zoé/Florian, Richard/Celine and a surprise slash pairing
Rating: R
Genre: Crack
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 500 words
Warnings: Just completely inappropriate. Also Florian is 17 so probably considered cross-gen.
Summary: Celine knows she must be firm. She must bar this cocky, unfairly-attractive boy from seeing her innocent daughter again. Things don't go exactly as planned.
Notes: Written for the Celine NDFUG Challenge at no7_awz. Special thanks to lilithilien for being brave enough to beta this for me. <333
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.

Originally posted here.

ETA: Hahahahahaaa! I have no idea whether or not I should be proud of this or deeply ashamed.




The Downfall of Celine Laffort

Celine caught him with his hand up her daughter's shirt minutes before, yet Florian drapes lazily over her sofa with a faint, confident smile. He doesn't react when Zoé slams the door after being sent to her room. Instead he eyes Celine.

Celine knows she must be firm. She must bar this cocky, unfairly-attractive boy from ever seeing her innocent daughter again, but her mind swims with the scene she just witnessed--her daughter's head thrown back and that intense gleam in Florian's eyes that showed he knows far more than a boy his age should about pleasure.

Or rather about pleasuring women.

Celine flushes. Florian gaze wanders down her body.

"Do you want me to leave, Mrs. Laffort?"

Music blares from Zoé's room.

Celine shakes her head no.

Florian's smile widens.

He brings her to orgasm with his fingers in five minutes on the same couch where he felt up her daughter. Christina Stürmer's voice rings out through the flat. Ist mir egal.

~

They meet in secret. Celine makes excuses to drop by the Steinkamp Centre during Florian's shift, tugging him in the supply closet or to an empty changing room. While skaters spin their pirouettes, Florian spins Celine's world, swirling his tongue and plunging his fingers in ways she never knew could feel so good.

She always thought older men were the way to go, but ten minutes with Florian puts even the best nights with Richard to shame. There is the occasional moment when Celine misses little things like sharing a meal or simple conversation, but then Florian slides his hand between her legs and all such nonsense leaves Celine's head.

Soon these secret rendezvous at the Centre aren't enough. Celine craves Florian's touch whenever she isn't with him. And in the middle of the night when she spreads her thighs under satin sheets and pushes cool slick plastic inside, she longs for the warmth only Florian can provide.

~

Celine makes a point of knowing the Wild household's schedule. Tonight Roman trains Katja, Deniz has a photoshoot, and Florian, her dear sweet boy, is home alone. Celine doesn't think he'll mind if she drops by. She brings specially prepared sushi to tempt him into letting her stay for more than just their usual frantic one-offs.

But after she slips the key she copied from Florian's into the lock and opens the door, she discovers Florian already has company. And Deniz lied to her earlier about his supposed photoshoot.

And Florian knows much more than just how to pleasure women.

She stands transfixed as Florian braces himself against the back of the sofa and arches into Deniz's thrusts. Their bodies fit together perfectly, in a way she can't ever experience with Florian. It isn't until her vision turns muddy that she realizes she's crying. Mascara-darkened tears flow down her cheeks and chin, turning her world black.

Celine flees, gripping her sushi in white knuckled hands. She doesn't stop until she's far from Essen, never to return again.



-Fin-







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