when you and i (OTTO) were forever young

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

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will you still love me, when i'm no longer young and beautiful?

Sophia woke up to the light pouring into a window that wasn’t her, and the memories from the brazen night before with Otto. She ran her hands over her face and felt a strong arm over her waist. She looked at the sleeping man next to her and knew that they had completely changed their friendship forever. She could feel absolute exhaustion in her muscles from all of their activity. The bruises on her neck and collarbone from his punishing teeth and lips. The tenderness between her legs was the clearest sign of everything that they did together. She laced her fingers with Otto’s and kissed the top of it, as she as she was in that club that this was what she wanted from her life. She wanted to be with Otto, even if him being a father made it more complicated than she wanted to admit.

Carefully slipping from the bed, she slipped on a clean white button up that she was sure he wore to work regularly and went into the kitchen to try to find something for them to eat. There were telltale signs of Klaus all over the place, and she knew that she would have to figure out how she felt about being there for the little boy as more than his Aunt Sophia. She brewed some coffee, toasted two bagels and scrambled some eggs for the two of them. She might have been killing some time while she tried to figure out what they were going to say to each other. She found a tray and placed the food and coffee mugs on them and walked back into the bedroom, she placed the tray down on the side table and crawled back into the bed on her hands and knees and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Otto?” She asked, hoping he wouldn’t regret the night before.
“I made food.”

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Otto Sylvester Starzyk

347

NOTES: love her maybe!

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

He was immersed in an angelic incandescence, the smell of lavender wafted in and out of a door way, mixed with the smell of scrambled eggs. A soft, feminine voice called his named, a voice that Otto could recognize anywhere. He was running through a vast valley, with tall grass and weeds, and in the distance he could see mountains. Then suddenly, darkness, and Otto found himself following into a deep hole. The voice became more and more persistent, he felt a light pressure on his mouth, then suddenly his blue eyes opened to a beautiful brunette hovering above him. Otto groaned and stretched his large arms across the bed, and sat up slightly. He rubbed his eyes tersely, and made another grunting sound. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. Up this early.” He said, and pulled her toward him so that she was on top of him. “I thought I smelled scrambled eggs, was dreaming about it, actually.” He grinned, and kissed her lightly.

“Hmm, thank you.” He said, giving her a smirk, and reaching over to take the plate she had made for him. Otto took a fork full of egg, and placed the plate carefully back down on the bed. “So...last night happened. Was…different. And by different I mean pretty damn amazing.” He grinned, chewing in between his words. “So that’s what you meant by dancing then, huh, Lawrence.” He teased, pinching her outter thigh. “You should take me more often then if that’s how it’s always going to be.” Really, Otto was somewhat still in shock with how their night turned out. He was ecstatic, of course, but he wasn’t sure how Sophia felt. Did she love him? Did she just want a friends with benefits between them? He wasn’t sure, since she never said how she felt after he had told her in the club that night. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, confessing his feelings, and potentially ruining something good between him and the woman he cared about above anyone else in his life next to his son.

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

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will you still love me, when i'm no longer young and beautiful?

She smiled when he woke up and groaned. Those noises that he made when he was exhausted sent a shiver down her spine. When he stretched, she watched the sheet fall from his chest and expose all of the sinful areas that she explored so completely the night before. When they were in the club, when they drove back to his place, the back seat when they got there, and then all of the surfaces in his apartment. She was sure that she would never be able to look at his kitchen counters and living room couch the same way ever again. She was getting hot just thinking about him bending her over the counters. She saw a side of Otto that she had never seen before and it was completely thrilling.
“If I didn’t kill you last night, I doubt an early morning will do much harm.” She smiled when he pulled her on top of him and she kissed him back, her fingers running through his auburn curls that she was already obsessed with.

She got off his chest and took a sip from the strong coffee she made for them. She placed the plate on her lap and was about to take a bite of her food when Otto mentioned the night before. She smiled and put the fork back down and smiled at him,
“It really was.” She thought about teasing him that their night was what she did with all of her friends that she took dancing and that he should see what her apartment looked like after her and her roommate went out, but she decided to savor in the serious moment with him,
“Any time you want. I mean, the way you seemed to take charge and do whatever you wanted with me, it was pretty hot.” She took a bite of her food, and looked at him and tried to think of the question that was burning her tongue.
“Did you mean what you said last night? About loving me?”

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Otto Sylvester Starzyk

366

NOTES: love her maybe!

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

Otto grinned at Sophie, his tongue in his cheek as he watched her sip her coffee. He could feel his cheeks flush, as she told him that she was surprised by his more dominant side. "Time and place for everything." He muttered with a huge a grin. Honestly, he was surprised she had enjoyed it. His ex had always loved it and she was into more extreme stuff, but Otto preferred to keep it at a lower level, especially since he was just starting to get more intimate with Sophia. Otto paused as she asked him if had meant that he loved her, he watched her intently, thinking about all the times they spent together. All the times he had been afraid to tell her how he felt. Otto chewed the last bit of good he had in his mouth, and swallowed.

"Yes," he replied, with a sincere expression. "I'm sorry I never told you before...I was always waiting for the right moment...I suppose I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I figured you wouldn't want to be with a man who already had children. Honestly, I didn't think i was your type. Always thought you'd be more into dancers and men who knew more vehicles, not someone like me." Otto gave a small shrug and fidgeted with the covers a bit, pulling them up to hide his torso even thought he knew she had seen it while they were having sex. He couldn't help still feeling slightly self-conscious about his burns, they made his skin look rough and almost waxy, and Otto couldn't understand how she found the sight of him without clothing to be attractive. "I really do love you, Sophia. But, I understand if you don't feel the same way, or if you just wanted a friends with benefits type of night. I'm sorry if me saying that makes you uncomfortable, I was just.... holding back on it for a long time, and felt th-that.... last night would be the perfect moment to finally tell you." Suddenly, Otto found himself shaking as he tried to explain how he felt about the brunette woman sitting on his bed. 

Sophia was his best friend and even though he wanted much more, Otto would be understanding if she didn't, and he hoped if that was the case they could both be mature enough to accept that outcome. He watched her, scanning every inch of her body as he had the night before. She was so beautiful, and he wondered how he could have gotten this lucky. "There was never anyone else." He smiled. "It's funny when i think about it, because I would always ask your advice on how I could get your attention in a sense." He grinned a bit, crossing his broad arms over his chest again.

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

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will you still love me, when i'm no longer young and beautiful?

She had been surprised by how rough he had gotten with her. She never had been able to tell previous partners that she wanted that sort of relationship from them. That she prefered it when she was left covered in bruises on her neck and her thighs. Everything that Otto gave her was exactly what she wanted from their night together and having it with someone who she loved so much made it that much better.
“So long as that time and place happen more often.” She hoped that he would want more than just some one night stand with her. That he enjoyed himself as much as she did, but that he wanted someone else. That the girl he loved before her would come back in his life and would change everything between them.

His comment about him having children was true. She kept herself from loving him because of his child. She loved Klaus, she loved being with the two of them and seeing how happy things were when they could go to the park or just spend time together. She watched Otto become self-conscious, covering his body with the sheet. She could vividly remember trailing her lips over his stomach and pelvis in the club. She knew that he had been covered in scars from a burn, but it never mattered to her. He was an attractive man regardless and if anything his scars made him more interesting.
“You having Klaus did make me hesitate on wanting to be with you.” She admitted, pulling her knees to her chest and looking at him.
“I-” She started and licked her lips a little to try to make the words come out right. “My mom isn’t dead.” She had told him that when he first met her father. “At least I don’t know if she is or not. My mom left when I was about six. She gave into her animal side and ran off to be a lynx.” She couldn’t look at Otto when she managed the next few words.

“I’ve always been afraid if I became a mom, I would do the same thing to my child. To your child.” She looked at him and knew that there was a pain in her eyes from just thinking about how much her mother must have hated her life, have hated her to give up her humanity forever. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at Otto,
“I love you too, Otto. Even if being with you means being there for Klaus and that scares me.”

She smiled when he admitted that there was never anyone else but her. She burrowed under his arm, her shoulder tucked against him and her head on his chest.
“I love you and I want to be with you.” She looked up at him, hoping he would want the same.

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Otto Sylvester Starzyk

509

NOTES: them

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

Otto grinned at her, his psychologist mind turning its gears as she spoke about her fears of being a mother, due to the fact her own mother pretty much abandoned her. His expression turned to one of empathy, and Otto let go of the blanket covering his burns in order to pull Sophia back on top of him. He pulled her close so that she would be laying on his chest, and rubbed her back in order to soothe her. “Sophie, you’re not your mother. I know sometimes that can be difficult to believe, and many people are afraid of becoming like their parents. It’s normal. However, you don’t have to be that way, with every similarity to your mother that you think you have you also have many differences.” He said, kissing her forehead and giving a half smile. “You’re great with Klaus, you keep him entertained, he loves being around you. You’d be a great mom, Sophie. There isn’t any rush, it’s not like we have to have kids any time soon.” He chuckled, and moved a lock of her hair from her face.



His blue gaze never left hers as she expressed her love for him, and Otto couldn’t help but smile. He felt so relieved finally admitting to her his strong feelings, so relieved that their friendship after the night before could be taken to a whole other level. Otto kissed her deeply then, rolling over so that he was now on top of her. His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck once more, becoming familiar with the curves of her body as he had the night before. “Miss Lawrence, “ he said in between kisses, his hands moving longingly over her body. “I think…I’m never… going to allow you.. to leave my apartment.” Otto grinned looking up at her as he squeezed the inside of her right thigh. “I could stay like this forever, furball.” He smirked, calling her by the taunting nickname he would always refer to her as because of her cat-like qualities. “You’ve become quite the distraction.”

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

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will you still love me, when i'm no longer young and beautiful?

The world was peaceful and things felt right. The way their bodies fit together, the way his hands felt in her hair and on her back. They were two people who fought being together for so long, that she was too exhausted to fight it anymore. Being with him was something that she wanted for so long, now that she had him it was all like a dream. She knew that he was going to be constantly reminding herself that they were really together every day for a long time. When he spoke, she knew that his psychologist brain was speaking to her. Reminding her that she wasn’t her mother, that she was able to make different choices, but she still knew that deep down there was always going to be an animal side of herself that would always want more than some shifting in the backyard to play with Klaus. She wrapped her arms around him as much as she could and leaned into his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“That’s true, I do love being around him.”

When he rolled them over, she giggled a little and let him pin her wrists under his while he kissed over her body. They would have to figure out how they were going to be able to be in the same room together without wanting to touch each other. How they were going to figure out their new roles as boyfriend and girlfriend together rather than just best friends. He was going to make her writhe in pleasure with those sinful lips of his. That he was going to coax every noise from her with his tongue and she knew that they were going to have to get Klaus from her father’s soon and clean up the mess they made of his home.
“Well, we can’t forget that Klaus is with my dad. I mean I know he would love a little baby boy in the family, but I think you would want him before my dad raises another mechanic.” She spread her thighs for him when he squeezed them, arching her back to his actions.
“Can’t wait to distract you all the time.”

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Otto Sylvester Starzyk

395

NOTES: them

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

Otto groaned as Sophie mentioned his responsibilities. He knew he had to pick up his son, but he did want to stay in bed with her the rest of the day. Otto kissed her deeply one last time, finding every piece of strength to control himself as she spread her legs for him. He got up off the bed then, scrambling around his bedroom for some sweatpants, accidentally knocking over an old picture of him and his wife when they were back in college. Otto grinned and hastily picked it up, no longer putting the frame back on his bedside table, but instead the drawer of the small desk, and got up to take care of his hygiene. "Alright furball, you get my boy and I'll make sure this place is child proof." He smiled, walking out of the room and into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Truly, Otto couldn't believe he actually had Sophia Lawrence in his bed the other night and this morning. He was smiling to himself as he took care of his needs, and grinned at the thought of Sophie actually living with him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself at this point, but he hadn't had a woman in so long that the idea of her presence being more frequently stirred up some mixed emotions inside of him. Once Otto was done getting ready, he migrated to the kitchen and living room of his apartment, with his eyes bulging out of the sockets and his hand tugging his hair he shouted, "Holy fuck!" The place looked like a tornado hit it, with pictures knocked over, glass on the floor, the couch cushions haphazardly thrown across the room. Otto would be happier than a fat kid with cake if the sex they had the night before was that amazing and intense to be daily, but the after was something he'd probably never get use to. "For fucks sake, Sophie...what did we go?!" He said, as he grabbed a broom from his cleaning closet and began sweeping up the mess. 

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

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will you still love me, when i'm no longer young and beautiful?

Sophia arched her back and ran her fingers through his curly auburn hair. She wanted him so badly, and she knew that having him like this was the best thing for them. She had been in love with Otto for so long, that it had been driving her insane to not have him. To think that there could be someone else who could love him like she loved him. Who would touch him like she touched him. She kissed him with all of her passion and love, before he got off her. Sophia took in a deep breath when he climbed off the bed and just smiled. She felt deliciously sore and knew that they would have to have a repeat of the night before the next second they were able to. She wanted to see just how far they could push each other and she had a feeling that she barely scratched the surface of depravity and sin that Otto had.

She heard something fall over, and Otto put it into the drawer. She reluctantly got out of the bed and tried to figure out something to wear that wasn't her party dress from the night before. She found a pair of shorts that fit with the help of a belt, and her flats that she left there a few days prior. She checked her reflection in the mirror, noticing pictures of Otto as a child, ones of Klaus, and even the wedding picture of Otto and his wife.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and noticed the mass of black bruises on her throat and collarbone from Otto's fingers and teeth the night before. She traced her fingers over them with a shiver and knew that she was going to have to beg him for it as often as possible. Sophia put her hair down, covering the hickies on her neck. She didn't need her dad to question what happened between them before Otto had a chance to talk to Klaus about it.

Grabbing his keys, she laughed at Otto's reaction to his living room and kissed him deeply with a hand on his front to tease him just a little more before she stepped away and to the front door.
"I'll be back. Behave." She said with a wink and quickly went to her father's house in Otto's car. Klaus seemed happy to see her, and her dad seemed to understand more of what happened the night before than he was letting on. He smirked at her, even with Klaus on her hip. Sophia kissed her father's cheek in thanks and took the little red haired boy home.

"Otto, we're home." She called and kept Klaus on her hip to make sure all of the glass was cleaned up.

OUTFIT

Otto Sylvester Starzyk

395

NOTES: them

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

Otto groaned as Sophia touched him before she left to pick up his son, and he tried to ignore the fact he was hard once more as she was walking out the door. The night that they both shared together seemed like a wild dream to him, and not the reality of him screwing his beautiful best friend. Otto quickly grabbed the dust pan and broom, and began sweeping the shards of glass that were scattered all over his small kitchen floor. He vacuumed the rugs and the couch and wiped up some alcohol that had spilled on his coffee table, along with adjusting the pictures that were once happily hanging on their nails on the walls, but were knocked down by him banging Sophia into the plaster. Otto needed the place fool proof so that Klaus couldn’t get hurt, and he tried to wonder what it would be like if his home had more of a feminine touch again. How was he going to explain things to Klaus? Would he consider Sophie as his aunt still or his new mommy? Would he be happy? Upset? Otto wasn’t sure how telling his son would go, and his psychologist mind was ticking away again as he waited for the two most important people in his life to come home.



He put the cleaning supplies away and then perched himself on his black leather couch, elbows on his knees, and smiled as they came in the door. Klaus squirmed attempting to break free from Sophia’s arms in order to run to his father, and Otto welcomed his son with his arms stretched out like wings. “Come here, buddy!” He shouted, half smiling and laughing as he scooped his son up, and hugged him tightly on the couch. “Did you have fun with Mr.Lawrence?” He asked, Klaus as the little boy began telling his father about all the stuff Sophie’s father had showed him, and the brownies they had made together. Otto was pleased that his boy was taken care of well, and he smiled up at Sophie as Klaus kept on rambling on and on until he got to the part where Aunt Sophie picked him up. “Wow, buddy, can you say thank you to Aunt Sophie for getting you, and for staying at her daddy’s house?” Otto asked, as Klaus did what he was told. “Thanks, Soph,” Otto said, turning his attention back to her and plopping Klaus down next to his toys and his crayons that Otto had lined up on the coffee table. “I really appreciate it, and tell your dad the same thing. You should stay for dinner, was thinking about making some Polish cuisines.” Otto smiled, pulling her next to time on the couch as he watched his son color with a green crayon.



Otto continuously went back and forth between talking to Klaus and asking him what he was drawling, and averting his attention back to Sophie. Klaus scribbled some on the white construction paper, and then started drawling little stick people with yellow bodies and green heads. Each figure was bigger than the other and there were five of them. Klaus showed Otto, pointing to each one eagerly with his tiny index finger. The figures showed Otto, Sophie, Otto’s brother Alexander, Klaus, and Klaus’s mother. Otto grinned at his son, trying to keep his tone sweet and calm, but was surprised that Klaus had actually drew a picture of his mother. That was something he never really did, the only time he brought her up was when he looked at other kids and their mom’s, or when he’d sometimes point at pictures of Otto’s deceased wife. “Wow, buddy,” He said, taking his arm away from around Sophia’s shoulders. “That’s very nice…” Otto trailed off as he looked at the drawling, the two women were holding either side of him, while Klaus was holding the hand of Otto’s brother. He glanced at Sophie then, biting his lips, with his eyebrows raised not knowing what to say to her in that moment.

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

Sophia leaned against Otto while Klaus played with his crayons. She had never been sure about how it would feel to have a relationship with an actual future to it. She had just fooled around with people before, kept things casual so when it would get too serious she could run off. She nuzzled closer to Otto while he spoke to his son about what they did while at her father's house. She knew that her dad always wanted a household full of kids. That when Sophia's mother left, she took a piece of his heart with her. Sophia always wanted to be enough for him, but seeing him with Klaus made her realize that her dad just needed to be a grandfather at some point. It used to terrify her, but she knew that even if she and Otto didn't work out, she would still remain friends with him. Klaus needed all of the parental like love that he could get from as many people.

She wrapped her arm around Otto's waist to gain more physical contact with her boyfriend? Her fuckbuddy? Her best friend? She would figure out a way to ask later. When Klaus showed off his picture of Sophia and Otto holding hands, and his late wife on the other side she knew that Otto was worried about what she would think. She smiled at the little boy and knew that even with a big green head, she had a place in his family picture.

"That's very nice, Klaus. Thank you for drawing me." She leaned forward and kissed his auburn hair. She did love spending time with both of them, and it felt nice to have a place where she felt so comfortable. She slid on to the floor next to Klaus and took a clean sheet of paper for herself,

"Can we draw while daddy makes us some lunch?" She asked, hearing polish cuisines and knowing that it meant those meat and potato dough things that she loved so much.

They could draw, or she could chase the little boy around as her lynx self and make him laugh like she usually did. Otto would fly around as an eagle and drop things on her. Klaus might not have any viable abilities yet, but he was sure to be gifted like his dad.

[Otto Sylvester Starzyk]

 Otto placed the drawling his son gave him on the coffee table, thankful that Sophia didn’t make any hurtful comments, since he already felt awkward about how his son was going to take her soon-to-be-more-frequent presence. He smiled as Sophie plopped herself down next to Klaus and began entertaining the little boy more. “I’ll go heat some stuff up.” Otto said, heading toward the kitchen and breaking out the kielbasa, lima beans, and perogis into pots and frying pans. Otto scurried around the kitchen opening the cabinets, and adding pepper and salt to things that he felt needed it. “You ever have kielbasa, Soph?” He called from the kitchen, as he moved to turn on some music as he cooked.

Normally, Otto would just do this with Klaus, and he’d sing along to whatever songs his father had playing. He’d peek his head back into the living room every now and again, watching Sophie and Klaus, thinking what a great mom she would be. “How was your dad? Did he, um, notice or say anything?” Otto asked, holding a spatula in one hand, and his other rubbing his neck bashfully. “I didn’t mean to make the marks that big…or dark.” He said, nodding his head toward her neck, and the ones he had made on her thighs. “I feel like I took you by surprise.” Otto grinned, feeling slightly awkward talking about his more dominant side when it came to his sex life. “Next time I’ll try to go a little easier on you, that way you won’t look like you just got into a brawl with a grizzly bear.” Otto smirked, trying hard to contain his composure.

[Sophia Grace Lawrence]

Sophia smirked at Otto when he asked if she ever had kielbasa before. She had a comment on the tip of her tongue about how much she enjoyed his the night before, but she didn't think it was the time or place for commenting about Otto's cock in front of his child. She instead glanced at him and licked her lips gently and then smirked at him and replied,
"Yeah, it's my favorite."

She turned back to the paper and drew a picture of a wild lynx in some of the woods where she grew up in Canada. She talked with the little boy about who were cooler, wild cats or big birds, obviously hoping that he was going to play around that she could possibly be better than his devoted father. The apartment filled with a delicious smell and Sophia felt wonderful spending time with the small family.

When Otto brought up the hickies on her neck, she left the small boy's side and placed a kiss on his head. She joined Otto in the kitchen and leaned against the wall,
"I kept my hair down, but I think he figured something out. Just kept smiling and asking where I left you." She picked up her hair so he could admire his work and even lowered the pants she borrowed from Otto to show him the spreading one on her hip bones.

"Don't apologize, I love it." She said with a smirk, wanting him all over again. She would resist until his son was asleep.

"Can't wait to see what else you can do to me." She had all sorts of twisted thoughts about what they could do and couldn't wait to see if Otto could blow her mind like that every time they were together.