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You made me miserable!"

"Oh really!? Then why do you want me, and not Jacqueline!? She obviously made you happy!" I screamed at him, more tears leaking out of my eyes as I strained my already-sore throat even more. Both of us were breathing heavily after our argument. Maybe we weren't compatible. Maybe we would never work out. But that was a chance that I was willing to take.

"I meant...I was miserable when you were gone," he breathed out, lightly gasping for air. Panting, I gave him a confused expression. "You...you were?" He nodded in response, refusing to look at me. After a few moments he went over to his bed and sat down, rubbing at his temples furiously. "Duncan..." I tried, taking a step closer to him. He merely pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Not now, Courtney. I'm very, very frustrated right now, and I'm trying not to take it out on you and hurt you. I've had enough for tonight, you can go back now." I nodded miserably, even though I yearned to tell him how happy I was just to be near him. Sighing, I turned and headed for the door. But upon opening it, I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and yanked back inside, making the door slam. I crashed into Duncan's chest, and somehow, he managed to maneuver both of us to the bed, with him on the bottom, and with me, resting comfortably on top of him. I became slightly flustered at our position, but I remained silent, letting my eyes speak for me. Duncan and I gazed at each other for hours, days, decades; but finally, our lips managed to meet, and melted together into one, perfect kiss. Not too rough, not sour tasting, just, perfect.

I pulled away first, slightly confused. Only a couple of minutes ago he was telling me to leave, and now, he was kissing me like I was truly his. His hand came up to caress my cheek, and I leaned forward into the compassionate touch.

"Jacqueline may be a lot of things, but since she lay a putrid finger on you, and harmed you," he paused to tenderly kiss my black eye, and I couldn't help but whimper. "Then, that girl must truly be as horrid as you said she was." I smiled and pressed my lips against his once more, getting used to synchronicity of our lips moving together. It felt perfect, just then and there; us, together.

He was the one to pull away this time, and he cupped my face gently. "You're something special, Prinzessin, you know that?" I shook my head no, and he chuckled and kissed my cheek in response. "I can't live without you, I hope you know that now, Courtney." I nodded this time, and kissed him all around his face, knowing he liked that the best.

"I am yours, and you, are mine," I said softly, smiling down at him.

"And that's all that matters." Our lips met yet again, and we kissed for awhile, until he broke away and started to plant kisses along my jawline. I started to breath raspily, both from the sensation his kisses were giving me, and from the lack of air from our kisses.

"There's no need to be nervous, Prinzessin. I promise, you'll enjoy it this time. You'll enjoy it every time, I swear. But this time, I'm asking your permission. Just tell me yes, and you won't regret it." I knew what he meant, and the simple thought brought joyous tears into my eyes. He wanted to make love to me, and he was asking for my permission--for once--to do so. I nodded happily, but chose to answer anyway.

"Y-yes, Duncan. Yes." He began to kiss along my bod again, slowly taking off my sweater, then my dress in the process. I was feeling pure bliss, and excitement for what was to come. It wasn't going to hurt this time...this time, it would be pure joy, and bliss.

I love you, Duncan.

And I know, that deep down, you love me too.

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Merry Early Christmas, dear viewers

It was a looong time since the last time I did something related to "Prinzessin", the fanfic by Here is a scene from the original story, in celebration of the new chapter that will be released on Christmas Eve.

Dear Ariel wanted something that showed "passion" , inspired by the art of our friend , unlike what I usually do: a serious dramatic pictured permeated with sadness, typical of the Holocaust. Sometimes I think I try too much, really. But it was a good challenge. I tried to create an environment where the romance is created by accident with the darkness of the hut being meagrely illuminated by searchlights from the watch tower of the concentration camp.

This was one of my best works so far with layers. I used four layers, because I added some separate elements: the match and cigarettes on the nightstand. If not by that f*****, mirror error on the curtain... It would have been perfect. Bt you know what? Too me, it's perfect. I'm pleased with a work I dedicated my time and resources. And I hope you like it

Enjoy, and don't forget: the new chapter of Prinzessin will be up on Christmas Eve.

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You made me miserable!"

"Oh really!? Then why do you want me, and not Jacqueline!? She obviously made you happy!" I screamed at him, more tears leaking out of my eyes as I strained my already-sore throat even more. Both of us were breathing heavily after our argument. Maybe we weren't compatible. Maybe we would never work out. But that was a chance that I was willing to take.

"I meant...I was miserable when you were gone," he breathed out, lightly gasping for air. Panting, I gave him a confused expression. "You...you were?" He nodded in response, refusing to look at me. After a few moments he went over to his bed and sat down, rubbing at his temples furiously. "Duncan..." I tried, taking a step closer to him. He merely pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Not now, Courtney. I'm very, very frustrated right now, and I'm trying not to take it out on you and hurt you. I've had enough for tonight, you can go back now." I nodded miserably, even though I yearned to tell him how happy I was just to be near him. Sighing, I turned and headed for the door. But upon opening it, I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and yanked back inside, making the door slam. I crashed into Duncan's chest, and somehow, he managed to maneuver both of us to the bed, with him on the bottom, and with me, resting comfortably on top of him. I became slightly flustered at our position, but I remained silent, letting my eyes speak for me. Duncan and I gazed at each other for hours, days, decades; but finally, our lips managed to meet, and melted together into one, perfect kiss. Not too rough, not sour tasting, just, perfect.

I pulled away first, slightly confused. Only a couple of minutes ago he was telling me to leave, and now, he was kissing me like I was truly his. His hand came up to caress my cheek, and I leaned forward into the compassionate touch.

"Jacqueline may be a lot of things, but since she lay a putrid finger on you, and harmed you," he paused to tenderly kiss my black eye, and I couldn't help but whimper. "Then, that girl must truly be as horrid as you said she was." I smiled and pressed my lips against his once more, getting used to synchronicity of our lips moving together. It felt perfect, just then and there; us, together.

He was the one to pull away this time, and he cupped my face gently. "You're something special, Prinzessin, you know that?" I shook my head no, and he chuckled and kissed my cheek in response. "I can't live without you, I hope you know that now, Courtney." I nodded this time, and kissed him all around his face, knowing he liked that the best.

"I am yours, and you, are mine," I said softly, smiling down at him.

"And that's all that matters." Our lips met yet again, and we kissed for awhile, until he broke away and started to plant kisses along my jawline. I started to breath raspily, both from the sensation his kisses were giving me, and from the lack of air from our kisses.

"There's no need to be nervous, Prinzessin. I promise, you'll enjoy it this time. You'll enjoy it every time, I swear. But this time, I'm asking your permission. Just tell me yes, and you won't regret it." I knew what he meant, and the simple thought brought joyous tears into my eyes. He wanted to make love to me, and he was asking for my permission--for once--to do so. I nodded happily, but chose to answer anyway.

"Y-yes, Duncan. Yes." He began to kiss along my bod again, slowly taking off my sweater, then my dress in the process. I was feeling pure bliss, and excitement for what was to come. It wasn't going to hurt this time...this time, it would be pure joy, and bliss.

I love you, Duncan.

And I know, that deep down, you love me too.

* * *

Merry Early Christmas, dear viewers

It was a looong time since the last time I did something related to "Prinzessin", the fanfic by Here is a scene from the original story, in celebration of the new chapter that will be released on Christmas Eve.

Dear Ariel wanted something that showed "passion" , inspired by the art of our friend , unlike what I usually do: a serious dramatic pictured permeated with sadness, typical of the Holocaust. Sometimes I think I try too much, really. But it was a good challenge. I tried to create an environment where the romance is created by accident with the darkness of the hut being meagrely illuminated by searchlights from the watch tower of the concentration camp.

This was one of my best works so far with layers. I used four layers, because I added some separate elements: the match and cigarettes on the nightstand. If not by that f*****, mirror error on the curtain... It would have been perfect. Bt you know what? Too me, it's perfect. I'm pleased with a work I dedicated my time and resources. And I hope you like it

Enjoy, and don't forget: the new chapter of Prinzessin will be up on Christmas Eve.