Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Waves are rolling across the sand, leaving the trail of white foam in their wake. Everything is alight with the sun, the weather is warm, and the water is warm too, pleasantly warm and welcoming.
But he’s content to just be lying on the beach, as close to the waves as it is comfortable, listening to the sound of the ocean and feeling the sun caress him.
He’s missed it. Being in California feels like home, much more than Germany ever was. And it is decided already – after the holidays they are coming home.
He scoops a handful of moist sand and makes a small tower out of it, like children always do. The wave comes a second later, washing over it and destroying the tiny building. He laughs and makes another one. This time he was even able to trace some designs onto the walls – or were they letters? Another wave merrily destroys it, and he is laughing again – it feels so good, being like that…
He moves a little farther, where the waves don’t reach, and starts building elaborately. Not just a tower – a castle in the sand. A high spear in the centre, raising up in a perfect spiral. Next come the walls – two circles of walls with little towers between them, a moat and a bridge. He looks at it and smiles, when another wave reaches all the way to his creation, covers it gently in foam and ebbs away, not making any damage. And again he laughs – happiness is a strange thing, and the man doesn’t need much to feel happy, like now.
Stuttgart is covered with snow. It means the traffic is impossible to navigate, that children are happy and that holidays are coming.
Advent calendars are half-empty already, Christmas decorations are hanging around everywhere, loads of mistletoes are filling every spare place in the bakery, gingerbread is the most popular these days, and spicy aroma of ginger and marzipan is following him everywhere, even at home.
When Jogi calls, phone starts playing ‘Jingle Bells’. Jogi sounds happy and relaxed, and says he has two days free – he knows that his lover is busy, or should be, but this gift he is not going to decline.
So it’s Salzburg instead of Stuttgart suddenly, though it doesn’t make a lot of difference. Same snow, same Christmas trees, smiling people and jingling bells wherever they turn. They roam the streets, drink hot chocolate in small cafes and spend nights under the heavy woolen blanket in a tiny room in some suburban hotel, where the hostess is always smiling when she’s not laughing and breakfast is enough to feed the whole army for the week.
He loves to see Jogi so happy. His lover’s good mood doesn’t vane even when they get stuck in the traffic near the board. They spend four hours in the car, just talking. And Jogi is happy and keeps laughing out loud. He loves it. He loves watching it.
After a day in the bakery, helping with everything he can do around the ovens, aroma of ginger is everywhere. His hear smell of sweetness and spice, laughs Debbie. But she doesn’t mind. Soap and aftershave have no chance - vanilla and cinnamon are clinging to his skin, this – and the incomparable aroma of freshly-baked bread.
“It becomes you”, says Lothar quietly.
It feels like compliment. So he nods and smiles.