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In The Shadows	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: -Movies Misc > Round Robins Views: 1150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That evening, after they got home, Freddie sat in the chair in the living room with the balcony glass doors open. He had a cigarette in one hand, and a glass of whisky in the other just watching the stars and the large bright moon move through the sky. He looked at his left hand seeing the ring that sealed this farce and maintained the illusion that they were married. What a fucking joke. They had a 96 hour window to get in and get out. Find their contact, trade him his exit papers in exchange for the information, documents and evidence that they needed to retrieve and bring home to England. It seemed like a pretty large chunk of time for a relatively simple mission. But he what he didn’t know is that he didn’t have all the details of the mission. Neala was given a hit list of 3 people she was meant to kill as well. They didn’t feel he needed to know, as his only purpose was to fly them out of Germany, over enemy lines and back into the safety of friendly territory.

            Neala was sitting in the back room, which had basically become her room to work in going over her orders. Studying her targets and their last known whereabouts. She rarely got the reason for why they were marked to be killed, she was just meant to kill them. It wasn’t her job to understand or question why. Orders were meant to be followed and the job meant to get done. With any luck, as long as things went as planned, she would be back home in Britain by the end of next week, or the beginning of the following. She’d be home, and she could get away from Freddie. However, before then, they were going to be living in closer and more intimate quarters during the mission then they were right now. It was going to be impossible to avoid each other, because they were going to be in each others presence constantly. Probably pawing, and groping at each other the entire time to keep people from watching or looking at them directly. With a sigh she stood and walked over throwing the profiles and papers into the furnace, having memorized them and destroying them to keep her mission secret.

            Neal stands quietly watching the flame grow brighter as it consumed them, giving a sigh knowing that she was going to have to go to bed, and having to lie next to Freddie until morning.
            Neala and Freddie managed to get into bed together at the same time. Freddie in his pajama bottoms, Neala in her satin purple pastel nightgown that was needlessly sexy to be honest. But it seemed like all of her clothes were that way.

            Both lay still and wide awake on their sides facing away from each other towards the walls. Neither of them were able to sleep, and both struggling against their own bodies, thoughts, and desires. They were near enough to each other they could smell each other. She smelled like fresh lilac and jasmine, he still had taken a shower and wore a light musk sent that was absolutely tantalizing.

            Closing his eyes and shaking his head Freddie turned over towards her, “Would this really be how we would sleep?” He questioned.

            Neala furrowed her brow slightly rolling over to face him. “What?”

            “Would two newlywed people, completely in love, and hopelessly in lust, have a good two feet between them in their bed back to back?” He questioned.

            “I suppose not.” She admitted. “But it’s a part we are to play, it isn’t real.” Neala reminded him.

            “It’s supposed to be.” He countered. “We’re going to be sharing a bed on the train and they are rather small compartments. We won’t have this much room to play this game.” He said looking down at her.

            Neala gave him a look wishing he would get to the point. “So what do you suggest?”

            “I suggest we stop being foolish and attempt to do our jobs correctly. I’m not anxious to be tortured interrogated and then executed by Nazi’s.” She sat up facing him waiting for him to demonstrate what he had in mind. “Agreed?” She took a breath before giving a nod. Freddie moved closer to the center of the bed laying down against the pillows before he opened his arm to her. This was going to be torture. She closed her eyes and took a breath before shaking her head in surrender and sliding closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her as she settled down beside him as their bodies pressed close together. Reaching down he pulled the covers up straightening them out over them to keep warm. Already this bed seemed less of a torture rack over enemy lines and more of a natural zone.

            It took her a moment to settle in and she turned more towards him resting her hand on his chest and her head against his shoulder. Freddie grinned feeling her body, that luscious body of hers against his body. The satin of her gown against his bare upper body. He couldn’t help but stroke his fingers over her shoulder and down her arm pulling her body a bit harder against his.

            This, was actually more comfortable then she expected or imagined it would be. Much better then hanging off the edge of the bed all night trying to get as much distance between you as possible. But she would never admit it. This was for the mission, all of it was for the mission. Nothing else. “In two weeks this will finally be over.” She said in a low voice.

            “Yes.” He picked up her left hand with his left hand and held them up to her showing the wedding rings that command and fitted them with yesterday. “But as long as you wear this ring, you are Mrs. Freddie Page. You need to remember that, start acting like it, stop fighting it.” He said seriously.

            “I know how to do my job.” She said under her breath. She didn’t need to be told what her duties were or how to perform them. “You needn’t worry about that.”

            His hand continued to stroke down her arm and then move over her back. He could feel her tense and then relax, then her body tense again. Being able to touch her like this, in the name of their orders and mission, was giving him relief in some areas and causing severe tension in others. These God damn pj bottoms weren’t comfortable before, but now they were becoming almost unbearably tight.

            The blankets and sheets were pulled up around them; maybe he could reach down and loosen them a bit to relieve the dull throbbing ache of being so confined. She wouldn’t know. She was fighting less down, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest her eyes were closed and she was definitely settling in to sleep. The warmth of their bodies together was chasing the cold of the bed away. He waited to hear her breath change to be certain she was asleep, then quickly reached under the covers and pulled the ties of his trousers letting himself spring loose from the constricting confines almost groaning at the relief.

            Neala stirred against him slightly actually rolled more against him as she soon fell back asleep. His one arm still around her back, he felt her breasts press against him through that satin and lace nightgown. He realized that this had been HIS idea, and the torture he was going to suffer for the rest of the night like this was his own damn fault. Reaching under the covers he wrapped his hand around himself finding that he was just becoming painfully harder by the minute and he could feel the dull throbbing against his hand. He closed his eyes tight trying to think of anything in the world that would get it to go down. But he could feel her every breath, the way her body perfectly melded against his, how quickly she fell asleep against him. This was a nightmare.
            As far as things I've had to endure in my service in the RAF, this isn't the worst but it's definitely the most torturous. She feels warm and soft in my arms. In her sleep, you'd never suspect she was an ice queen. I tuck my arm under my head, stretching out. If I can keep my hands away from myself it might go away on its own. I think about Bible stories. My erection begins to subside.

            Freddie stirred next to Neala, murmuring quietly. Her eyes fluttered open. After a minute, her eyes adjusted to the dark. Her lips parted in surprise. He's pulled the covers off himself, hoping the chill air in the room would help the Bible stories along. Even at half mast, his manhood is impressive. After that, she realized he's reciting Bible stories under his breath.
            Her hand on his chest glided down toward his stomach. He sucked in a breath and held it, waiting.

            If she touches me, I'm undone. I watch her in the dark. I was so caught up in trying to make my cock go down, I haven't paid attention to her breathing. Is she awake and toying with me? Or is she asleep and just absently touching my abdomen? Her hand stops at my pelvis. The dip just before the base of my shaft. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my head back into the pillow. My hand a fist at the back of my head. I could buck hips invitation. I could roll away from her but this was my idea after all. Or I could roll toward her. I could run my hands up those silken thighs, pulling that sexy little nightie up. Would she slap me? That would certainly ease my discomfort. I liked it a bit lively in bed but not out and out violence.
            "Neala?" No answer. Her hand doesn't move. She's bested me. In league with my own dick. I carefully pull my arm from under her and roll to face the window. Her hand slips to my hip.
            Her voice is deliciously raspy when she speaks. "Freddie? Something wrong?"
            "Go back to sleep, Neala." She stays against my back. But I'm finally able to get some relief from my state of arousal.
            Freddie and Neala stood on the platform as their train pulled into the station. Having gotten the last of their orders, their tickets, and their travel visas and exit papers, they were ready to embark on their mission. When the train stopped, the bag boy took their things taking them onboard. Freddie and Neala took their seats holding hands and making eyes at each other. Like two newly wedded lovers off on an adventure. While inside they were nervous about the mission, however even more so nervous about having to be this close to each other. It was getting physically painful not to just ravage each other until there was nothing left.

            As the train pulled out of the station, Freddie looked around finding there weren’t that many in the car. “Seems rather sparse doesn’t it?”

            “In a country where most people are trying to find anyway to get out, only a certain class of people have the brass to go in under their own power.” She looked at him, “You are a white, healthy, talk, strong young man with sapphire blue eyes. Intelligent, idealistic, and ambitious. Everything the 3rd riche adore. I am a white, blue eyed, fair skinned, healthy, beautiful young woman with strawberry blond hair. Everything they desire in a woman they want to bare children for their new world order. As young bright protestants with money and papers, the perfect picture of the master race, we have nothing to fear.” She explained.

            Freddie sighed when she said that. On the one hand it was all very flattering, on the other hand . . . she just said that they were modeled perfection in Hitler’s eyes for his Master Race. “Disgusting.” He said in a low voice.

            Neala finished powdering her noise and put away her compact before turning towards him and putting a hand on his chest a bright smile on her face, “Darling, you mustn’t make such faces or dwell on such matters, out loud, in public. These are things that draw attention.” She kissed him softly a bright shine in her eyes as she looked up at him.

            Holy hell. She could just turn it on like a light switch couldn’t she. The usual hate, loathing, and disgust that he could see in her eyes, completely gone. If he didn’t know better, which he did, it looked like real love and adoration. If she was already playing the game, he’d better get on target damn quick. He smiled and rested his hand over hers, “Of course sweetheart, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.” He said putting her hand before kissing her lips gently. They both giggled and nuzzled each other’s noses before cuddling close in the seats.

            Later that evening, after they returned from the dining car, the seats had been turned down and converted into two later bed shelves complete with sheets, covers, pillows, and blankets, all concealed by curtains. Following to where their seats had been Neala arched a brow seeing that their bunk was on the top level. “Brilliant.” She said reaching up and getting down her small bag. “Back in a moment, my love.” She says nuzzling his face before turning and walking back down the aisle into the ladies room.

            Freddie just stared at her as she disappeared for a moment. Who in the hell was this woman? They’d been fighting like cats and dogs since day one but from the moment the mission began, she was someone, something completely different. He couldn’t explain it and he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around it. Shaking his head he pulled down his own back and headed to the mens room to change as well.

            When he returned Neala still hadn’t come out yet and he opened the curtain to their bunk starting to climb up. However he stopped dropping back to the floor when he caught sight of Neala standing before him.

            It was definitely wedding night garb. Light red gossamer robe covering up a satin red negligee beneath that showed her lovely form. He was dumbstruck, absolutely speechless. The beautiful way her hair was combed down and seemed to fall in natural banana curls around her shoulders, such soft, fresh, young skin even though she’d taken her makeup off.

            “May I have a boost?” She requested softly. He just stared at her a moment longer before shaking it off. She stepped closer and he wrapped his hands around her waist, oh god he could feel her soft but firm body, the warmth of her skin. She wasn’t wearing very much, it was a good thing they were the only ones in the aisle right now. With one move he easily hoisted her up onto the bunk looking up at her. She was an absolute Goddess. She smiled at him and moved back further against the wall giving him room. Freddie watched a moment as she sipped off her slippers and the gossamer robe putting them aside and lying down looking at him waiting for him to get in.

            Would it really have been too much to ask for their superiors to spring for another bunk? Or even a God damn first class car? Jesus Christ. With one good jump he got up onto the bed and pulled the curtains together fastening them at the top middle and bottom.

            Freddie took off the top of his pajama’s tossing it away so he could at least be somewhat comfortable before lying down as well resting his forearm behind his head with a sigh. What a day. After a moment he noticed that Neala was staring at him. “What?”

            “There are 7 other passengers in this car who are full well that there are two newlyweds occupying this bunk.” She said seriously.

            “So?” He questioned.

            “So . . . we are going to have to make a little bit of noise if we’re going to keep up that illusion after we were petting, kissing, nuzzling, and groping at each other all day as though we were just waiting for an opportunity to be alone together.” She explained.

            Freddie just starred at her wide eyed not entirely sure what she meant by ‘making noise’.
            I shake myself. "Neala, I'm not good at this pretend stuff." My body has already started to betray me. The red negligee, her close proximity, her scent.
            "Freddie-"
            I lose the fight with myself. My mouth covers hers and I don't wait for invitation. My tongue parts her lips just before they open to me. She moans softly when my palms caress her breasts. My thigh presses against her sex. Her body quivers beneath mine as I roll over on top of her. She breaks the kiss.
            "What are you doing?"
            "Making noise." My fingers slip under the red silk. My fingertips find her damp. For someone who hates me so goddamn much, she's enjoying this.
            "I said make noise not fuck, Freddie."
            "I don't pretend well. So go with it until it crosses your line." Her jaw sets but she nods. I grind against. How badly I want to be inside, buried in her sweet flesh balls deep. Our bodies rub against each other until we're body gasping and moaning, the bunk giving the proper groans and creaks. "God, you feel so good." I press my forehead to hers. I can't tell if she's enjoying this or if her body is just as well trained to lie. My lips and tongue taste her neck. "Hate me if you must but don't stop me, please."
            I slide two fingers inside of her. Oh god, she clenches around me, hot and wet. I thrust my hips against her creamy thigh. The friction is delicious. Her cheeks are flushed and those pretty lips are parted. I take them, tasting her, rutting against her thigh. Her hips buck. I want to be inside her but I'll take this. Dry humping like a teenager. She's making those mewling moans she did with the German and I'm done. The wetness of her release coats my fingers. I shake and gasp as my seed spills inside my pajama bottoms. I fall against the bunk, breathing heavily. I can't look at her. I don't want to see disgust back in her eyes. Today has been a pleasant fantasy. I roll away from her but the close confines prevent any distant between us. My surprise when her pliable form presses to my back is great. Her arm wraps around my chest.
            "Freddie?"
            "Go to sleep, Neala." I can't take lies from her pretty mouth at this moment.
            Neala was quiet as she wrapped her arm around his middle resting her head on the pillow in silence. She hadn’t expected that. She expected perhaps some more pawing and groping like earlier in the day. Perhaps with some added moaning, feet and hands knocking against the curtain and the window and wall. This was something different and entirely more and unexpected.

            She was speechless. That felt . . . so incredibly wonderful. Even though she may have had to stop him if he tried it, he felt as though she actually wanted to have him inside of her. To take her with that same eager desperate passion. Of course, she was well aware that if she could act, so could he. He was an experienced womanizer probably from the time he was 14. It was probably just a well practiced and perfected act. Her eyes closed a moment as her hand clutched to his chest over his heart, and her body pressed tighter to the back of his, he large firm plump breasts to his back. Freddie’s eyes closed tighter as his breath became deeper inside him.

            Technically, if they were being true to character, they should have at least one or two more encounters like that one in case there were any perverts straining to hear the sounds of the newlyweds lovemaking, but perhaps this was enough. Freddie seemed like he had had enough of playing this game for one day, and you weren’t going to press him to do something he didn’t want. This was probably humiliating enough knowing how much de despised you.

            Your hand absently runs over his chest before you carefully with draw your arm and turn towards the window away from him lying against it. It was freezing, like lying against a frozen block of ice. But it would give him more room and perhaps, right now, the ice on your hot body was what you needed.
            In the middle of the night, he rolls over to find her pressed against the window. With a sigh, he pulls her body flush against him. He covers them with the blankets provided by the railway and holds her tighter. The dark countryside passes by outside the window. He leans his face into her hair. Her scent shoves a spike of desire into his gut but sleep is more powerful than sex.
            Freddie and Neala were silent as the train passed the border into Germany. Things had just gotten very real, and the mission had definitely started. Freddie wasn’t used to this sort of assignment. He was used to being in the trenches, flying his plane over the battles, having dog fights with the enemy planes in the sky. This was something incredibly different. However Neala seemed very comfortable and natural. She spoke German so fluently and flawlessly, one would think she was a native. Freddie could speak a little German he understood it a little more, but nothing like his partner.

            Freddie moved in closer to Neala wrapping his arm around her waist, “Let’s go over the exit plan again.” He said in a low voice.

            Neala looked at him and reached over covering his hand with hers. “Not here. We’ll discuss it when we get to the hotel and checked into the bridal suite.” He genuinely seemed nervous about this and he needed to calm down right now. “Have you been to Berlin before?” She questioned quietly.

            Freddie sighed, “I’ve flown over it before.” He admitted. The reality of the situation was making less and less sense. Why in the hell they would choose him for this mission. “Can’t say I ever landed for a visit.” He said shaking his head.

            “Then it is best for you to simply observe for now, not speak.” Freddie gave her an annoyed look, and she arched a brow before explaining, “German’s act differently than others. This was a broken country, a country in pain. The Nazi party gave them purpose and meaning again. Made them believe again, made them believe in themselves once more.” She took a breath, “Some of it is pure and simple arrogance, but a great deal of it is willful ignorance.”

            Freddie looked at her listening to her words. She spoke with a knowledge and a wisdom of someone much older. It was strange to hear these things being said by such a young beautiful girl. “Have you spent much time in Germany?” He questioned.

            Neala didn’t answer and released his hand reaching in her purse to take out her mirror to insure her hair and makeup were in place. They could feel the train slowing down to pull into the station. “Remember what I told you. If you feel someone looking at you or staring at you with more than just a casual glance, public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. It will make them turn away.”

            He sighed slightly, “Right. Anything suspicious we start going at it like rabbits.” She narrowed her eyes at him slightly as they weren’t going to be able to talk or act freely again until they were checked into the hotel and their room secured. The whistle of the train blew as they pulled into the Berlin station. Freddie and Neala looked at each other as the train came to a stop before standing together to exit the train and collect their things.
            I angrily untie my caravet. And of course, she won't look at me even though I'm glaring at her in the mirror. I turn and and cross my arms over my chest.
            "So when were you going to tell me?"
            She unzips her suitcase and gets out her night dress. "I wasn't. It was on a need to know basis. And you didn't need to know."
            "My neck is on the line just as much as yours, Neala!"
            "Keep your voice down."
            "This is the worst assignment I've ever had." I wipe my face with both my hands. "I just want to be in a plane. I'm not cut out for this shit."
            "Well, you have to be. It's only a few more days."
            "I need a drink."
            "No. I need you clear headed, Freddie."
            I clench my fists. "There are 3 things that calm me, Neala. Alcohol, fucking and flying. Flying is out. So you have to bend on one if the other."
            "Freddie, I'm not going to fuck you."
            "Then I'm having a drink." I pour a tumbler of scotch. I can feel her gaze boring into my shoulders. I sip the scotch. It burns. For such a nice hotel, their booze is rot gut. Thank you, Hitler. I mockingly toast the further in my head.
            "Just one drink. We need to leave shortly before sunset if we're to make it in time."

She's moved closer to me and I didn't hear her. I turn and cup her face. My kiss takes her by surprise. I pull her body against me, tasting her as deeply as I can.
            Freddie opened his eyes lying in the large bridal suite bed when he heard a door open and close. Then another. When he heard the shower turn on, he lifted his head looking around finding he was alone in the room. “Neala?” She had some weird habits but showering in the middle of the night was a new one.

            Throwing the covers back he stood up and went into the bathroom to find out what the hell she was doing. He pushed the door open and started to say something but his eyes were drawn to her clothing which were left on the floor. That was not what she went to bed in.

            Crouching down he started collecting the midnight black satin dress, the matching lace undergarments, before standing and looking them over. Had she gone out? How and why did she go out without his knowing? He started to put the clothes on the counter but stopped seeing several weapons on the counter. One of which was a push dagger coated red.

            Freddie frowned looking at his hands that were covered in fresh blood when he realized her clothing was wet. He’d thought it had just been water from the shower as the dress was black. “Jesus Christ.” He said dropping her clothing on the floor quickly turning on the sink and washing the blood off his hands. His face twisted with disgust having realized that it was still warm.

            Just then the water of the hot shower turned off and the door opened just enough for Neala’s hand to come out and take the two towels hanging beside the shower. She’d been exceptionally good about keeping herself covered at all times, even if she thought he was asleep. He was pretty sure at this point she was just doing it to irritate him. After a moment she emerged having wrapped the large towel around her after drying off and the smaller one around her hair. He just stared at her wide eyed. Neala sighed seeing the look on his face. She walked closer and reached out turning off the sink before leaning against the counter looking at him. “You knew I had orders beyond our contact.” She stated plainly.

            “What the fuck did you do Neala? Eviscerate the poor bastard!” He exclaimed unable to keep his voice down. She sighed narrowing her eyes and shook her head bending down and picking up her clothing off the floor. The towel slipped open when she let it go to pick the dress up even though her arm kept her breasts obscured and her backside covered.

            The pilot frowned seeing 3 or 4 stitches down her side that were quite obviously self administered. He snatched the dress away from her and turned it over seeing tears where she’d been wounded. He quieted feeling somewhat of an ass at the moment. Freddie looked at the dagger again realizing that it wasn’t one of hers. It was the one she’d pulled from her own body before sewing herself up. There was bruising around the gash that looked like knuckle marks. Someone had punched the blade fist deep into her. She’d just showered to wash her own blood from her skin. How the fuck was she even still on her feet with a wound like that?

            Neala’s eyes turned away very clearly embarrassed, and quite upset. It had been a long time since she’d been wounded, she didn’t make mistakes. Retying the towel around her, she reached over and snatched the ruined dress and undergarments from him stuffing them down into a canvas bag. He picked up her stockings which also had drips of blood from her wound as she grabbed them out of his hand as well.

            Storming from the bathroom she dropped the bag of bloody clothes and equipment on the floor intending to dispose of it in the morning. Neala rubbed her hair dry still not saying a word tossing the towel aside sitting at the vanity and brushing out her hair.

            Silently, Freddie walked out of the bathroom and slid his hands into the pockets of his pajama bottoms. He walked closer looking at her in the mirror. She looked lovely fresh out of the shower like this. The way her wet hair would just hang down freely over her alabaster soft pink shoulders. If it was possible, she was even more attractive without her perfectly applied makeup. However there were dark circles that had appeared around her eyes, and she was a pale. “How deep is it?” He asked finally.

            “I’m fine.” She snapped. The brush slipped from her hand and fell to the vanity. Clinching her jaw she picked it back up and quickly finished brushing the rest of it out. She was weak, but to stubborn to admit it.

            “You look it.” He said sarcastically. Neala started to stand to retrieve her nightgown but her knees buckled. Instantly Freddie reached out wrapping his arm around her middle catching her before she fell. He could feel the way her body tensed as her hands clutched to him when his arm touched her wounded side it was extremely painful and she was doing everything not to show it.

            Reaching down he swept her up into his arms and carried her over setting her down on the bed before disappearing from the room a moment. Neala pushed herself to sit up leaning against the headboard biting her lip. After a moment Freddie returned carrying a bottle of whiskey. He sat down next to her picking up a glass from the nightstand and filling it before putting it in her hand. She stared at it a moment her eyes shifting up to him before relenting and taking a large drink.

            They sat in silence as he watched her finish the glass before filling it again. He could see that her body was already relaxing as the alcohol was dulling her senses and easy the pain. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” He finally said knowing she wasn’t going to just volunteer information to him.

            She looked into the glass a moment, “I finished my assignment.” She said simply. “We can meet our contact tomorrow, and then we can go home and get the hell out of here.”
            I noticed it first at breakfast. None of the other guests sat near us. The Nazi presence moved from outside and into the hotel. They watched us eat but didn't approach. I helped Neala walk normally. Without me, she hunched just slightly, favoring her side. She still hadn't told me how deep it was. I just hope it hasn't hit an organ. She's still pale. Even her few freckles are pale.
            I lay on the bed and before I know it, I'm asleep. I'm back in the trenches outside Paris. James and I are huddled together in the midst of our dead. His wound won't stop bleeding. "Hold on, James. Henry radioed for help. Just hold on." He moves less and less. His shots infrequent and not on target. "Hold on, James."

            "Freddie. You have to leave me."
            "No. Reinforcements are on the way. I'm not leaving you." Hours pass. The Germans seem to have stopped their press. "James. James, can you stand?" I turn to him. "James?" I tilt back his helmet. His eyes are open but there's no light in them. I drop to the dirt floor. My head hangs down between my knees.
            Alone. I'm all alone.
            I feel a soft touch against my back. I'm back in the hotel room in Berlin. But I'm just as alone in the bed with her as I was in that trench with my dead mate.
            I sit up. "Are you alright, Freddie?"
            I rub my face and look up at the ceiling. "No. Not after what I've seen. I'll never be alright."
            "Who's James, Freddie?"
            I clasp my hands together and stare at them, hoping they'll give me the words. "Just another dead soldier."
            Neala lays back on the bed, wincing. I turn around. Her dress has ridden up her thighs, teasing me with a glimpse of her garters.
            "You woke me up."
            "I'm sorry. You were getting louder. Not exactly the sounds anyone is expecting from the room of newlyweds in the middle of the afternoon."
            "Thank you." For keeping me from reliving the worst moment of my life. "Let me thank you."
            "Freddie."
            "I need to calm down. And the scotch hasn't been refilled."
            "I'm in no condition to-"
            "Just lay there. It will keep with our cover." I shed my jacket and move up between her legs. My lips trail up her thigh from the edge of her garter. Her legs fall open. I reach up under her skirt and grab the sides of her panties. She clamps her hands over mine.
            "No sex."
            "No sex." I start to pull her panties down. "Let go or I'll rip them off you." She lets my hands go, bunching the dress in them. I draw them down her legs.
            I need to forget. Forget my dead best friend left in a shit and blood filled trench. I don't even look at her face or ask for permission. My cock starts to swell as I dip my nose between her folds. I take a deep breath of her scent. Her thighs tense on either side of my head. A long swipe of my tongue and she opens to me. My cock strains against the zipper of my slacks. I lap up her dew then tease the point of my tongue around her clit. Her throaty moan spurns me on. I free myself from the slacks and grip my shaft. Her hips tilt but I lay my hand on her lower belly to keep her still, keep her from hurting herself. I close my lips over her clit and suck. Her moaning cry is music. My hand strokes my hard length in time with my sucking. I push my face deeper into her. Her nails bite into my skull as I suck her clit long and hard. She pulls my hair but I'm lost. Lost in her scent, in her taste, her moans. She's louder than when I made her cum on the train. Her heel presses into my back. I grunt but don't stop licking and sucking her clit. I can feel my release building. A tight coil in my balls. I'm gasping against. "Cum for me, Neala. Let go." I double my efforts until she's keening, straining against my hand. I lick her clean, groaning and shaking my own release into the bed sheets.

            Freddie sits on the floor. "Hold still. Take another drink."
            "I need to be sober. Just hurry up." The needle pierces the skin, drawing the puckered edges of the stab wound together.
            "Who the hell taught you stitches? You mangled yourself."
            "And you're doing so much better?"
            "Shut up. I am. Mother made me darn my own socks because I was hard on them." He knots the end and cuts the thread. He carefully snips out the shoddy rush job Neala had down. "Now, rest. We're meeting Wilhelm at six for dinner. We'll get the documents and is two days travel to the plane."
            Freddie opens his eyes staring at the ceiling for a moment, before taking a breath. He looked at his watch checking the time finding they still had two hours before meeting their contact. Sleeping was a fucking nightmare in itself. Either she was slipping out without telling him or he was having flashbacks. He must have pissed off someone high up to get landed this assignment out of the blue like this. He wasn’t trained for this sort of thing.

            Closing his eyes he shook his head and started to sit up when his eye caught the sight of Neala’s bare back. As tough as she was, even she couldn’t put up a struggle against that much alcohol and extended pain. Once he’d cleaned and restitched the wound for her, the pain subsided and she fell asleep hard. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to look after injuries much worse than this one, but she was working fast and one handed because of the placement of the blade.

            To avoid getting blood everywhere, she stripped down a lay on a towel on the bed, covering herself with a sheet before allowing Freddie to come into the room. It seemed pretty fucking stupid at this point but he wasn’t in the mood to fight with her and just let her have her way.

            While they slept, she turned over on her side away from him and the sheet slid off of her bare body somewhat. As much as they had ‘screwed’ around, pretended, played the game, he hadn’t actually seen her in her entirety and certainly nothing in the light. It was infuriatingly frustrating to feel her body beneath him, to feel her skin, to touch her . . . but not to see anything.

            His eyes moved to her face, she was quite hard asleep and that peaceful look she got when she was resting, the softness that she hid so well when she was awake graced her lovely young face. Freddie reached out catching the edge of the sheet but paused a moment. His eyes moved back to her face. After everything, she couldn’t really object to a small look at this point? Could she? If he startled her awake or pissed her off, she could easily break his nose before her eyes even opened. This idea did have some drawbacks.

            Thinking about it a moment longer he clinched his jaw as a determined look crossed his face. They could be dead tonight, or tomorrow . . . . the hell with it. Gently, his fingers delicately pushed the sheet to slide down off her body.

            God. She was more beautiful then he’d imagined. His eyes drank in every inch as they moved over her lovely form. The line of her shoulders, her back, her hips, then the sheet slid from the bed completely falling to the floor.

            It wasn’t surprising to see that she had been wounded before in places that were usually concealed beneath clothing. There were two just above her left hip that looked distinctly like bullet holes, that one could easily take them in the dark for birth marks. But the room was flooded with light, there was no mistaking them. Yet even with the few marks on her skin, she was still so beautiful.

            He knew he should have just been content with seeing this much, but it wasn’t enough and there probably wouldn’t be another chance like this. If they managed to get out of Berlin in one piece, they were going to get as far away from each other as possible once getting home to England. He just admired her for a moment before his eyes fell on the fake wedding ring on her left hand, before he looked at the one that matched it on his own. Didn’t this mean that she belonged to him? For now? They’ve had to do everything else that couples did, except he was drowning in sexual frustration and could do nothing to quench it. Couldn’t touch her how he wanted, couldn’t kiss her, . . couldn’t have her. It wasn’t fair. Any minute he could take a bullet to the head in the heart of Nazi territory and he didn’t even entirely understand why other then they were following the orders they were given.

            Moving a little closer he reached over placing his large hand over her firm abdomen. Closing his eyes warning himself against this very foolish thing once more, they opened more determined than ever. Carefully, his strong long fingers pulled back against her slowly rolling her onto her back. Neala moaned lightly, but to Freddie’s relief she didn’t wake.

            The Captain had been around the block a few times in his life time, but he could swear he never saw anything more beautiful than the creature that lay before him now. Like a Greek marble statue of the most perfect woman’s body. His fingertips just rested on her belly feeling her breathing deep down in her core. If this was the last sight he’d ever see, he certainly couldn’t imagine there being a better one in existence.

            Her breasts were so perfect. To large, plump, firm mountains of beauty on her chest. She certainly was more gifted then her style of dress, even when she was dressing to be sexy, normally showed. He wasn’t entirely sure how she could breathe seeing them free in such tight form fitting dresses she wore. Dresses he could now see hardly did her justice or were as flattering as they could be. He was mesmerized as his body betrayed him, his erection so tight in his trousers the zipper could break on its own, he took leave of his senses for a split second. He had to taste one, just one nipple to feel it as he caressed it with his tongue.

            Leaning down, his breath caught on his chest. No sooner did his lips part to touch the softness, he froze feeling something like a sharp bee sting in the back of his neck. It seemed like his heart stopped in his chest as his eyes moved up to see Neala’s arm raised behind his head, her hand wrapped around the hilt of her stiletto dagger, the tip between the two vertebrate at the base of his skull. It might as well have been a sharpened ice pick. Jesus Fucking Christ, his hand never moved from her body. Her breath, her heartbeat didn’t change or waver even slightly to indicate she’d woken up.

            Careful not to move his head his eyes turned up towards her finding hers starring back down at him, “Do you want to finish that thought?” No, immediate with the threat of his sudden painful death answered that question. Never flinching or moving her eyes from his, the knife flashed from behind his head to pressing against his throat pushing him back as she sat up.

            The just stared into each other’s eyes for several long moments before she glanced down at his watch. “We’re running behind.” Her eyes glared back into his in a warning what would happen to him if he took advantage of her lying wounded and vulnerable. Even though she had regained strength and was doing much better then she had been before being tended to properly and having rest, he couldn't know that. “Get your things. We should have already left.” Reaching down she snatched up the sheet wrapping it around her as she quickly moved to get dressed.
            I can't understand her. I've kissed her. I've had my fingers and mouth on the most intimate part of her. And yet, when I want to taste her flesh, she puts a blade to my throat. I blow out a lung full of cigarette smoke. She touches my thigh, bringing me back to the dinner.
            "Freddie, you haven't eaten a thing."
            "Not feeling well, my darling." I tap my ash into the plate. Her eyes narrow at me. I see the look that passes between her and Wilhelm. I'm distracted. By her. By how confused she makes me feel. I've been 'married' to her for a month and a half now. She's only served to frustrate me.
            "Freddie." She pinches me on the thigh, twisting her sharp little nails into the meat of my muscle. I jerk back to myself and the conversation. My glare is just as hot as hers before we left the room. I know I'm drawing attention, splintering our cover.
            Wilhelm tries to save the meeting. Save our necks. "Well, don't let me keep you. Just let me give you a wedding present before you rush off." He bends down and retrieves a lovely package from a black medical bag. He sets it close to Neala.
            "Don't be rude, Neala. Open it, darling. Surely, a wedding present from such an old friend as Wilhelm should be opened right away."
            I see a flash of panic across his face. What had he put in there to weigh it down, cover the documents. The plan was to not open it until we got back to the room so that if we were stopped, we could plead ignorance of its contents.
          "Freddie, it would be impolite to open such a no doubt extravagant gift in public." The spike of her heel hands into my ankle. I barely flinch but the sharp pain hurts like a bitch. "Oh dear. First lovers tiff?"
            "It would appear so. Forgive us, Wilhelm. We'd better get back to the hotel so I can find out what's troubling my Freddie." She touches the side of my face and I jerk away. People are starting to take notice. I stand and don my coat. I don't bother to help her on with hers. Wilhelm does. They're both shooting me way glances. Neala kisses his cheeks then we're out of the restaurant.
            "Freddie." I don't answer. I simply shove my hands into my pockets and sulk back in the direction of the hotel. "Page." She attempts to grab my arm but I twist it away. A pair of Nazi guards watch us as we pass. They share a look at our tension then begin to follow us. Something which doesn't escape my notice, nor Neala's. But she doesn't try to speak to me again. We reach the hotel. But I don't want them following us inside, drawing more attention. I think of Mary Ann Arbor as I turn to her.
             "I couldn't stand having a meal with a man who broke your heart once." The guards pause. I cup her face with both of mine. I let her see my vulnerability, my confusion. I can feel it writ on my face. I take her lips and it's full of emotion. Not just passion. I hate this woman for what she does to me. How she treats me and manipulates me, uses me. But I want her. I want to fill her up until her eyes roll back in her head and she makes that keening sound again. My fingers spread on the side of her head. Our kiss becomes almost obscene. Her hand wraps around my forearm but I don't let up. My tongue explores every hidden treasure of her mouth, tangling with hers. I bite her bottom lip none to gently as I pull away.

The jack boots pass us by. I see many things on her face before she clamps down the mask.
            "I need a drink. I refuse to sleep on the couch tonight but I can't be near you sober." I leave her on the doorway, heading to be hotel bar.
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