#also lars

Sven turned to see a girl enter the room, trying her hardest not to step on the drunk people lying inert on the floor. He knew her name was Jessica and was roughly the same age as him. They have been to the same parties a couple of times but he really wasn't sure who their common friends were, if any. From what he could tell, she was the sort not to settle for anything less than being the life of the party. And with those wicked curves and that smile that can make any man firm, she had duly been noticed and appreciated by him and his friends. 

"Hey Bender. That's my bed," she said a little drunkenly, climbing on the mattress on her knees and giving him an unstable shove. 

"I don't think so. I was here first," he said in a teasing tone. "But if you play nice, I might share." 

The loose shirt she was wearing as a cover-up rode up to reveal her tiny red and black bikini bottoms when she put her arms over her head to stretch lazily. She raised a brow at him when his eyes followed the movement of the hem of her shirt, a knowing smile playing on her lips before she gave off a coquettish yawn. 

"Ah, I guess we can squeeze," he said, scooting to give her space. 

She lay down with her back towards him, the close proximity of her body giving off immediate warmth. Sven's mind might be sluggish from all the drinking, but his body seemed to be on heightened alert. A low, sleepy sound came from her and that was when Sven noticed that her breathing was too measured, too even for her to be really sleeping. This suspicion was validated when she moved her backside farther back, rubbing ever-so-lightly against his groin. 

Tentatively, he placed his hand on the soft swell where her waist and hips connect. Just a light touch, something that can be claimed as accidental if she resisted. 

But she didn't. 

Instead, she moved even closer to him, using his arm as a pillow. She craned her neck to give Sven access to the soft skin beneath her ear. Nope, she was definitely not asleep. He pressed his warm lips on it, kissing her right on the pulse. Encouraged, he slid his hand from her waist up to just below her breast, pushing the material of her shirt up with it. 

She let out a ragged breath. "You know what's the worst part about vodka?" she asked in a whisper. 

"What?" he murmured on her neck. 

"It gets me sooo turned on." 

And just like that his libido went from slightly aroused to raring. He covered her breast with his palm, squeezing through the material of her bikini top. With his other hand pinned down underneath her, he used his teeth to pull at the ties of her bikini, working it lose from its knot around her neck. Once loose, he cupped her naked breasts, molding them to his touch, then used his index finger to trace around her hardening nipples. 

She arched against him, hips rolling to create a delightful friction that caused him to get hard. Her breathing became a hitched, broken sound that drove him even crazier with lust. 

Abandoning her breasts, he slid his hand down between her legs, underneath her bikini bottom. He was welcomed with her heat and her wetness as she rubbed against his hand. She's flushed from the chest up, her mouth parted and moist. The tip of his finger traced the opening to her body and when he finally inserted his middle finger in her, she moaned loudly. 

"What the hell?!" 

They both froze at the words. She pulled his hand out of her bikini and sat up, peering around in the dark for who spoke. Was someone awake? 

"Are you blind? It was offside!"

Jessica covered her mouth and giggled. "He's talking in his sleep." 

She listened for a bit more, but whoever it was seemed to have stopped talking. Sven was still hard-- painfully so-- but feared that the lustful spell has been broken when she stepped down carefully from the bed and padded softly out of the room. 

But then she came back, toting a large blanket. She covered them both with it as she climbed back into bed, this time facing him. 

"Hello," she said quietly, hooking her leg around his. 

"Smart," he commented, then leaned in to capture her mouth, trying to make as little sound as possible. She reached in between them and pulls down his shorts, stroking his already hard shaft up and down. 

Fuck, he thought, biting his lips to keep from moaning as her small hands worked him. Her clumsiness at it made it even more exciting and his breath was now coming in too fast. His desire was at a point where it was almost painful and he wanted to really, truly sink himself into her. He grabbed her wrists to stop her, then helped her out of her bikini. 

"Shhh, be quiet or we'll really wake someone," he whispers urgently as he pushed her knees open. 

They were still lying side by side, a position they must make do with, even though he'd rather be on top of her so he can easily move downwards and kiss her down there where the pleasure is the highest. 

She shuddered with pleasure as the long, hard length of him pushed inside her. He almost forgot about his own instruction to be quiet when he felt how tight she was, despite being slick and ready for him. Hooking her leg to his arm to give him better access, he started to move up and down, giving in to his own building pleasure. 

He felt her teeth bite into the corded muscle of his shoulders to keep herself from making a sound. Her muffled moans caused him to thrust harder, his hips flexing as he drove into her over and over. Her fingers clawed at his back as orgasm rippled through her body, her grip slacking when it passed. He didn't last long after that and he pulled out just in time before he spilled inside her. 

They looked at each other, still panting at the intensity of their climax, the excitement of doing it in a room full of unknowing, sleeping people probably making it all the more thrilling. He gave him a satisfied, sleepy smile which she returned.

"Thanks, Lars," she murmured, before turning her back on him and going straight to sleep. 

Wait... Did she say Lars? 

He shrugged it off, opting against correcting her. Oh well. He probably won't see her again after he moves to Dortmund at the end of the summer. And it might do his brother a world of good if he had a little smear in his clean, good boy reputation.

--

Summer 2014, Training Camp for the Brazil World Cup

"I'm glad you can come work for us, I heard the English FA is trying to woo you for your services," the elderly man who was to be Jessica's boss told her. 

She smiled politely. What he heard was true, but she felt no need to confirm that. At twenty-four, she was still considered young in the psychology world, but sports psychology was a relatively younger field and she was one of the up and coming ones. She was the perfect combination of skilled at her job while not having the extravagant salary demands of the others in her specialty as of yet.

"An important competition like the World Cup demands so much of the players and while the veterans are equipped to handle the pressure, I want you to pay close attention to the newer call-ups," he explained. "Ah, here are two of them." 

Jess's eyes widened when he saw the Bender twins walking towards them with almost identical, loping gaits. She squeezed her eyes shut against the painful memory of the mistakes of her youth flashed on her mind. Why was Lars Bender here? She checked to make sure she wasn't called up to the squad before she agreed to this job! 

"Jessica Garrn, this is Lars and this is Sven Bender," her boss said.  "Wait, no this is Lars. And this is Sven." 

"That's right. I'm Lars," Lars Bender said, extending his hand towards hers with a friendly smile. 

All the blood left her face as she looked on at his outstretched hand, remembering what those hands did to her all those years ago. The worst part was he didn't seem to remember who she was! 

"Um, I'm just going to… I don't feel so good. Uh, nice to meet all of you," she said, stumbling over her words as she backed down from the pair. The other one, Sven, just looked on quietly, probably thinking she was a completely loony. Yes, a loony is going to help them with their minds, just perfect. 

And with another apology to her boss, she hightailed it out of there.

--

Sven watched as she brisk-walked away from them. Jessica. Who would have thought she'd end up here? He noticed how she paled when faced with his twin brother, then remembered in amusement how he let her believe that she slept with Lars instead of him. 

"Is she going to be fine?" Lars asked, his forehead creased in worry. 

She's fine, all right, he thought. The years that passed since last they've seen each other had been nothing but kind to her. Jessica might dress more conservatively now, but looking at her still made Sven itch to touch her. If memory serves him right, she was responsive to his touch. 

"I'll make sure she is," he murmured lazily. 

He caught up with her in one of the empty conference rooms, holding a cup of water in her hand. She was staring into space, looking miserable. 

"Miss Garrn? Jessica?" he said. 

She gave a start, spilling some water on her hand. He went inside the room and offered her a handkerchief. 

"Hi. Are you alright?" he said. 

"Yes. Yes, I am," she said. "I just had to collect myself for a bit. Sorry about that, you didn't have to check on me." 

"Jessica, I hope you don't mind me asking… but I saw the look on your face when you saw my brother. Did he do anything wrong against you? It's just that I know Lars and…" he trailed off, letting her fill in the blanks. 

The helpless look she gave him was more or less an affirmation. Poor Lars, he thought with mirth. Like the real Lars would do something like have a one-night stand with an almost-stranger. He'd be so racked with guilt after, he'd probably ask her to marry him. 

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I'm sure he doesn't mean harm but he does things without thinking sometimes," he said, inflecting his voice like Lars normally does and mimicking the concerned look his brother had earlier. If Jessica still thought it was Lars and not him who slept with her then disappeared before she woke up, then he-- Sven Bender-- would just have to be more Lars-like to win her trust. And get her back in bed with him. 

"No, you don't need to apologize," she told him, her brows beetling. "He wasn't… it wasn't completely on him. It was just something that happened in a part of my past that I'm trying to forget. But can I ask you a favor, Sven? Can you not tell him all about this? I don't think he remembers." 

"Ah, his short memory is also one of his many faults," Sven said, smiling kindly at her. "But my mouth is sealed." 

She smiled gratefully back at him and he felt a sense of triumph. This is going to be easy.