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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


JINGLE BELLS (cont.)

Author
: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Rating: PG
Language: English
Warning: RPS

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


Jingle Bells (cont.)

 

He is leaving. Would have left already, if not for the snowstorm.

Everything is packed, the house on suburbs on Muenchen goes on sale already. The house above the bakery seems crowded, children are running around and laughing.

They wanted to leave before Christmas, but the weather disagrees. Snow keeps falling and falling and falling, airports are closed down, and now leaving Stuttgart is almost out of question too, unless one wants to spend a couple of hours in the car on a snowed-in highway.

So every day the sensible decision keeps getting taken - to stay another day and wait till the snowstorm subsides. Mom smiles and nods, silently glad. Horst laughs and cries: "At work then, slave!" And he merrily climbs down to the bakery, where the ovens are burning hot and the sacks of wheat are piled in a corner, and where the air itself smells of ginger, vanilla, home and Christmas.

Every evening Jogi calls. He's still not happy that they are leaving, but doesn't try to talk him into staying in Germany. Either thinks it's hopeless or respects his wishes.

"It was good while it lasted", said Jogi that evening in Salzburg, and left a bitemark on his neck, at a place where it is visible even above the collar. "Don't you dare leaving me", said Jogi also. And "Will you be coming here often?" Last question sounded hopeful, as if Jogi was seeking reassurance. He promised everything.

"Are we still together?", asked Jogi. He answered "Yes, we are". It seems it was reassurance enough.

Debbie suggested a short trip to London before going overseas. He smiled and talked her out of it - flying is out of question, and Eurostar is standing still both sides of La Manche, waiting for the weather to have mercy. He would have loved to spend some days there, but he prefers to do it alone anyway.

He's called Gary and told him he's leaving Germany. Gary laughed and said "I told you so".

And children are playing snowballs in the middle of the street. Sometimes he comes down to play too. He's in the mood to laugh, and is their upcoming move really the reason?

He's called Rudi and Guido, managed to catch Berty Vogts, called Bierhoff and told them he is leaving. Everyone he cares about already know about his plans. Others will find out from newspapers - if they care enough to pay attention, that is.

 

21.12.2009

 

tbc


Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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