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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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            Freddie came up to the hotel room about 2 hours later having expected Neala to be in bed asleep. They had to sleep in the same bed but he certainly wanted to avoid talking or interacting with her if he could. It seemed tonight would be no exception from any other. Seeing the lights on and the bed empty he sighed shaking his head. Walking over to the bar he took the three bottles out of the bag he’d been carrying. A large bottle of bourbon, another of scotch and a third of whiskey. They wouldn’t be staying to much longer but it was something that needed to be well stocked. Almost all of the alcohol they had was gone as they’d been using it to treat Neala’s pain from her wounds and in this particular instance; it was medicinal and necessary in too many ways to count.

            “Neala.” Freddie called out. “Why aren’t you in bed? It’s after midnight.” He was a bit intoxicated himself having spent some time at the bar before coming up to the room. She didn’t answer and he looked around not seeing her. “Neala, are you here?” He questioned as he followed around looking for her. He saw the light on in the bathroom and sighed walking over. “Neala, can you not act like a normal, agreeable woman for 5 min . . . .” He stopped when he came to the doorway looking at the scene.

            Neala was sitting going through the contents of the parcel they’d acquired. There several pieces of evidence no doubt needed to substantiate whatever papers were included. The tub was filled with water and there were several pieces of an object inside of it. He knocked on the door, “Yes?” She asked.

            “What on earth are you doing now? Are you supposed to be reading those? I thought they were classified.” Freddie said walking in further calling her attention to him. He was dressed for bed in very little in the way of clothing with her robe pulled around her.

            “Since our parcel also contained a ‘welcome to Berlin’ from the Furor I was reading what exactly we were meant to be giving our lives for.” She said seriously.

            “Welcome to Berlin?” He said confused moving closer. “I don’t understand.”

            She gave him a look before reaching over picking up what looked like a timer, “Someone must have gotten to Wilhelm which makes me a bit concerned about his life which is no doubt in the balance. He may have slipped away to use the exit papers they had traded for this information. Or he might have been captured by Nazi’s and sent to a concentration camp if not outright killed on the spot.” Shaking her head she gathered up the documents, “Either way. We’re gone before sunrise. I suggest you get what sleep you can, I don’t know when the next time is you’ll have a chance. That gives a window of about 7 hours.” Walking into the next room she put the documents and evidence away securely.

            Freddie just stared at the parts that had once been a pretty good size bomb before following after her, “You have got to be kidding me, you dismantle bombs too!?”

            With a sigh she looked at him, “What is wrong with you Freddie?” She asked outright rather upset she let a bomb be passed to her in broad daylight. “Why do you act surprised every 5 minutes with every new thing we encounter on this mission? Instead of acting annoyed that you weren’t told of every little detail that ‘might’ be involved, why aren’t you simply thankful I’ve been trained to handle such things? You’ve been acting like a pouty child since we left this evening, you’re lucky I didn’t lay you out in the floor at the restaurant.”

            “I’ve been acting like a pouty child!?” He snapped. “I suppose that you consider your behavior acceptable and normal human behavior?”

            “I’m not a normal human being, Captain. Nothing I do is normal.” She answered directly moving to the bed and taking off her robe. Jesus. Why did everything she wear have to make her look like that? But now having seen her without clothing, he was thankful for the small reprieve.

            “There it is again. That air of superiority you’ve always had from the moment we were first introduced!” He roared.

            Neala narrowed her eyes knowing what had set this off already, “You should be glad I only threatened you with that knife and didn’t skin you alive. Waking to find you glaring at me like some lecherous fiend when I was in a weakened state, unable and unaware enough to defend myself.” She said walking closer to him looking up into his eyes definitely.

            Freddie’s eyes burned with hatred, “That was NOT what I was doing! That isn’t what I . . . .” He growled in frustration. “I wasn’t going to take advantage of you I just wanted to see what the hell it was that was so ‘forbidden’ about seeing you naked when we’ve all but fucked each other’s brains out!”

            “It wasn’t the fact that you looked that I take issues with, it was the circumstances under which you did it!” She shouted back at him.

            “You didn’t give me much choice! Walking around like your God Damn virtue was so fucking sacred when you’ve probably fucked every living thing between here and the English channel!” Instantly her hand came hard across his face, so hard it literally knocked his face to the side. Okay, maybe that was a bit much to say. It wasn’t as though he’d been all that discriminatory with those he beded over the course of his life and it was never in the line of duty. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was how much she had frustrated him since the moment they met, perhaps it was the close quarters under which they were forced to be together over the past few months, but before he could think or stop himself, he smacked her right back.
            We stand there seething at each other. I think we were both shocked that I'd actually hit her. We both knew what she was capable of and yet I'd slapped her. She deserved it.
            We attack each other, hands clawing at clothes. Our tongues and teeth fight for dominance. Growling. We're fucking growling at each other. The fabric of her dress rips and I pick her up and throw her back on the bed. I shrug off my blazer and shirt and mount her. She grabs my hair, digging her nails into my skull. My mouth crushes hers. We taste of whiskey and wine and copper pennies. Her breasts push against me. I rip the remains of her dress off. She bites my lip then shoves me back.
            "Pants off, Page." I stand up and flip the buckle of the belt. The leathery slide of the belt against the clothe makes her shudder. My cock springs from my slacks. It points out, painfully hard and purplish red. She whines in appreciation then tackles me onto the floor. Her kisses are savage and her hands are wild, her nails gouging my chest. My hands run up her back and into her hair. I jerk her head back and bite her neck.
            I want to be inside her. No, I need it. A pure animalistic fuck. "Neala. I want to be inside you."
            Straddling Freddie’s thighs she could feel his member twitch against her, painfully hard and anxious to impale her body. Her hands clutched to the back of his head pulling him into another furious kiss. She moved her body against his causing him to groan, the torture of making him wait was to delicious to pass up.

            With a growl, Freddie’s large hands clamped down around her waist and flipped her over onto the floor beneath him. Leaning down he consumed her lips once more, their tongues twisting and entwining as they mercilessly devoured each others kiss. Neala caught his tongue between her teeth causing him to writhe against her. He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t wait anymore.

            Reaching down he pulls her thighs open wide nearly pressing them against the floor as he teased her entrance with his quivering manhood. With one hard thrust he filled her completely and his entire body shuttered. She was tight, so tight, just like he’d imagined she’d be. He thrust hard the tip of him pressing hard against her cervix causing her to cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders as her back arches and her eyes nearly roll back from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

            He lost almost all control and began to savagely take her, impaling her body with his manhood, stretching her to her limit loving the whimpers and moans each hard thrust elicited from her very core. Her nails dragging over his skin as she clutched tight to him. More than once he felt her trying to flip him over onto his back so she could take over, but he held her firmly beneath him. He wasn’t done with her yet, and he wasn’t going to let her up until he wanted to. Leaning down he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder causing her to almost shriek dancing on the line between pleasure and pain.

            Her body would squeeze and contract around him as he assaulted her body, her heels digging into his buttocks as she whimpered from the sensations. She was strong, her perfectly fit and firm body, her generous breasts were heavenly against his chest, the taste of her flesh only spurred him onward. Reaching up he wrapped his hands around her wrists forcing them down against the floor disabling her completely as his hips pressed harder against her thighs with every stroke.

            It wasn’t long before he felt his climax nearing, he couldn’t hold back for too much longer. He’d dreamed of this moment, of what it would feel like to be inside of her tight beautiful body. It was even better then he’d imagined. Unable to stop he plunged inside of her completely and came hard crying out in utter pleasure as he filled her depths until she overflowed. Fuck, it was absolute bliss.

            Neala couldn’t remain still, her back arched and her hips moved as she writhed beneath him. It was beautiful. As soon as his grip loosened, she wrapped her leg around his waist and pushed her hands hard against his chest flipping them over on the floor to his back as she straddled him. Her nails dug into his skin as she started to move on his still hard member. Freddie’s hand grasped her hips guiding her as she began to ride him with strong hard strokes, her thighs clinched to his waist as she tightened and loosened around him. “Christ.” He breathed hardly able to stand it as he stared up at her, watching the way she moved, her beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders, the way her lovely large plump breasts would bounce with each hard thrust of her body. His hands moved from her waist to clutch to those lovely orbs a moment, feeling her hard nipples with his thumbs.

            Finally, finally he was able to touch her how he wanted. She was letting him have her, and he was going to take every inch she gave him. He sat up suddenly taking one of her nipples between his lips suckling anxiously before catching it between his teeth causing her to move even harder still. He could hardly breathe feeling himself coming close to another orgasm. Even though she was a complete, unrelenting, frozen bitch, he couldn’t deny what a Goddess she was in every way. His hands roaming over her sweat covered body as she moved with reckless abandon, riding him like a prized stallion. Fuck, this was heaven.
            Dear god, this was everything I thought it was going to be. She's soppy wet but so goddamn tight. I can feel every inch of her cleaved to my cock. I know she could feel every ridge and vein of me. She's trying to make this last but her body is shaking. I want to her to cum hard, screaming my name. Not like when she fucked that Kraut in the apartment. I catch one of her breasts in my mouth and trap the nipple between my teeth. Every bounce tugs it and makes her gasp. I let her have control this time. My hands devour her silky alabaster flesh.
            "Fuck me, Freddie. This is the only chance you'll get."
            "You don't have to tell me twice."
            I curl my arm around under hers. Our flesh slaps together hard. The sound my fists made on the slabs of meat I used to practice boxing on. I lick my fingers then play with her clit, flicking and circling it. Her scream is music. She takes my mouth like a demon, a thing possessed, biting and sucking until I can't hold back. Her nails bite into my shoulders. I feel the sting and scent the blood. She's trying to hold out but I punish her beautiful body, grunting with effort. I yank her head back by her hair and sink my teeth into her neck, feeling her pulse flutter in my tongue. Her pussy spasms around me and she's yelling my name over and over again. Her body quivers and goes limp. I let go, spurting inside her.
            I fall back to the floor, pulling her body ontop of me. "Jesus Christ." She spasms around me and my cock twitches. I want her again. We can sleep on the train. She's already starting to pull the mask back down but I won't have it. Not yet. I gently push her off me then get to my feet. I sweep her up into my arms then lay her on the bed.
            "Freddie, it's been a long day."
            "Shut up." My lips and tongue taste every inch of her from her neck down to her toes. I roll her over and treat her back the same way, running my tongue down her spine. She shudders and grabs the duvet. The taste and feel of her has brought me hard again. I nudge her thighs apart with my knee then pull her up onto her knees. She clenches her thighs together as my palm smoothes over her ass then up her back. I tease the head of my cock along her slit. She whimpers and pushes back against me but my hand prevents her from taking me. I set my jaw and push into her, grabbing a handful of her hair.
            "Jesus, Freddie, why do you have to be such an asshole?"
            We're both panting when I'm balls deep. "Just to piss you off."
            "Such a waste of a beautiful prick."
            "Neala. Shut up and enjoy it."
            Neala closes her eyes, he was even deeper inside of her then before. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain that made every part of her tingle. Freddie begins to mercilessly thrust deep inside of her with long hard thrusts holding her hips tight in place.

            She moans and her hands clutch to the sheets below as he can see her entire body quivering beneath him as he took her hard and fast. She was absolutely lovely, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin made her body glisten. He could feel himself nearing again, and began to thrust just as hard and deep a bit faster than before. She cries out and her entire body goes ridged and shakes suffering the aftershocks of her orgasm. But Freddie doesn’t let up continuing his movements until finally he bursts deep inside of her, filling her completely again so much that she over flows and has seamen running down her thighs.

            When Freddie withdraws, she moans at the feel of his large member pulling from her body. She starts to crawl across the bed to get up, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Instead he seized her ankle and pulled her back to him on the bed. He rolls her over and lies on top of her, feeling the way her large firm plump breasts press against his chest. God, could this woman be any more perfect? He grasps her wrists and pushes them down against the mattress before leaning down and seizing her lips, consuming them like a wild animal. She returns the rough kisses as she feels him rock against her body but like they had done on the train, his member beginning to become hard again. He’d imagined this so many times but hadn’t imagined that it would be so glorious.

            Neala arches her back pressing the length of her body against his, nearly lifting him off the bed, but he uses his weight to force her back down and pinning her there. He wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear her every scream, her every cry, her every moan and groan that came from deep inside of her. He wanted to hear his name on her lips, he wanted her begging for mercy. He’d fantasized about this, about everything he would do since they first met. He wanted to act out each and every single one, not about t pass up this rare window of opportunity.

            Her luscious warm body felt phenomenal against his own. It was sheer and utter bliss in every conceivable way.
            I brought her screaming twice beneath me before I came again. She's exhausted and I'm worn out. I fill the obscenely large bathtub with steaming water. She dozes on the bed while I shave and the tub fills. When it's ready, I gently touch her cheek, my finger curled.
            "Neala, wake up, beautiful. You need a bath." I draw her up into my arms and practically carry her in.
            "Why are you being so gentlemanly and romantic, Freddie?"
            "Because I am." We step into the tub. I settle in first then situate her between my legs, facing away. I pour water over her and gently bath her. Her milky flesh has begun to bruise where my teeth have marked her. As I wash between her legs, she winces. "Are you hurt?"
            She shakes her head. "Sore. Tender. But it hurts in a good way." I wash her hair then she turns and settles against the other side of the tub. "We have an hour window to get to the train during the changing of the guards."
            I wash the whiskey scented sweat from my body and both our fluids. "You rest while I pack."
            "You need your sleep too."
            "I'll sleep on the train. In fact, we both can."
            "Won't that raise suspicions?"
            I stand up. She bites her lip as she looks up at me. Her eyes are dark with desire. My cock twitches but now isn't the time. We have to dress and pack. And eat. I'm fucking starving. The water runs in rivulets down my chest and thighs. I stand over her, drinking in her wanton lust. I turn away from her and step from the tub. I towel off, glancing at her in the mirror. She's watching my every move. I will take her at her word. That tonight was a one time occurrence. I lean over her. "Enjoy the bath, darling. I'll ring housekeeping for clean sheets." I taste her swollen lips.

            "Neala?" I touch her cheek. Her hand flicks out and seizes my wrist. "Easy now. You fell asleep." She groans and stands up. The dirty water is tepid. But she's still painfully gorgeous standing there naked and dripping.
            "What time is it?"
            "Nearly four."
            "Bloody hell."
            "Calm down. Housekeeping made up the bed and I convinced the concierge to send us up an early breakfast." I hold out the towel for her. She grabs it and wraps herself. I hold my hands up but she crosses her arms over her chest.
            I shake my head and leave her to dress. Are you kidding me? After fucking each other stupid and raw, she won't dress in front of me? I sit down at the table and tuck in, glancing at the closed bathroom door and the luggage stacked by the door. The car to take us to the train station would be here at six on dot.
            Neala and Freddie slipped out of the hotel just in time. The fact that you were sent a bomb that didn’t go off probably tipped them that she either found the bomb or had yet to open the package. Either way, it was clear that they were under surveillance. After visiting the Men’s water closet, Freddie came back finding Neala leaning against the window starring out at the country side as it went past the window. She had been incredibly quiet since they left the station. It wouldn’t be long before they would have to exit the train to get to the air strip where the plane that was waiting for them was so they could fly home. Now that attention had been called to the two of them, public transportation was too dangerous to keep using.

            He sat down next to her noting how she didn’t move or acknowledge him. She was awake he could see that her eyes were open from her reflection in the window. He felt as though they should talk about . . . something after the glorious marathon sex they’d had the night before. If they hadn’t have needed to leave this morning, he had no doubt that they would still be at it.

            Freddie started to say something but stopped. No words were coming out. He didn’t know which ones to say. He never had trouble talking to women before, especially not one that he’d bedded and had intended to just move on from. But here he was, tongue tied and at a loss. It occurred to him once he saw her instantly snap back to the ice cold Neala she’d been every since they had first met, was because they had shared something together. A deep intimacy that perhaps she wasn’t used to, maybe even something she’d never experienced before with anyone. She no doubt assumed that because she had let her defenses down finally and they both unleashed their passion and lust for each other, that somehow it made her vulnerable. She’d made so many assumptions about him from day one, she no doubt assumed that as soon as it was over, he would gloat over the fact that he won, and got what he wanted from her all along. Rather than be humiliated like that, she instantly slammed all those walls back into place to protect herself.

            What bit of good sense he had was telling him to just let it go, to leave her alone, but he simply couldn’t. She was beautiful, strong, and absolutely amazing in bed. He’d never had anyone like her before, and he doubted that he would again. “Neala.” He began finally. “You haven’t said anything since we boarded the train in Berlin.” She didn’t respond. He started to say something else but then stopped and shook his head. This might have been the prelude to a fight, and they simply couldn’t risk drawing attention to themselves right now.

            “In 12 minutes, the train will slow. We’ll need to exit the train quickly before it gets back up to speed again.” She said not moving or looking towards him.

            How did she do that? How could she just shut him down so easily without even a twitch? He wasn’t quite ready to give up yet, there had to be something he could say to get her to talk to him. Closing his eyes he rested his head back against the seat for a moment. “You aren’t going to show up on my doorstep pregnant a few months from now are you?” Freddie couldn’t believe that just came out of his mouth, his eyes opening wide. Of all the random things to just pop out of his mouth like that. Now he got her attention. Neala looked at him rather annoyed with his making such a distasteful comment. The look on her face let him know that those words just confirmed at least half of what she’d been assuming all along. “That . . . wasn’t what I meant to say . . .”

            “No, Freddie.” She snapped not in the mood to deal with such rudeness. “I doubt you’ll ever see me again once we return to England.”

            That was what he’d thought he wanted since they’d left England. That he couldn’t wait to get this whole thing over and be done with it. Preferably forget that it ever happened considering how insufferable she’d been this entire time. “Even if you’re pregnant? You would at least tell me wouldn’t you?” Jesus Christ! What in the hell was possessing him to repeat something he shouldn’t have said in the first place.

            She narrowed her eyes at him before turning back towards the window. Freddie started to say something else but she cut him off. “I’m not pregnant.” She said in a stern and very irritated tone.

            “Are you certain? I would think it’s a question you’d wonder about too considering how many times we . . . .”

            “I don’t have a uterus.” She said wanting him to shut up and stop talking. Freddie fell silent hearing the tone in her voice. Neala closed her eyes and shook her head. She didn’t really want to bite his head off. Especially after last night. “You found the two scars on my hip.” She began, “The bullets ripped through my body. The choices were either having a hysterectomy or hemorrhaging to death. Considering the amount of money our government has poured into my training from day one, they’d rather I didn’t die and chose the latter.”

            Freddie felt like a huge ass now, wishing to God he hadn’t pushed it. “I’m sorry.” He say sincerely, “I didn’t know.”

            Neala sighed and stood, “The train has already begun to slow. We need to get to the back car. Get your things. We don’t have much time.”
            We walk swiftly down the cobblestone road. I can hear the train whistle. I grabbed a single suitcase. Neala grabbed two. I assume one to be her weaponry. The afternoon sunshine isn't long for the day. Ominous clouds roll over the sky. We don't speak. And frankly, it's better that way. After making an ass of myself on the train, I take her lead and only speak when I need to.
            The sky darkens to the sound of thunder rumbling over the countryside. We're about ten miles outside Dresden to the north.
            "There's a town a mile or more up the road. We'll get a vehicle to drive into Dresden. There's a bed and breakfast we're supposed to stay in."
            "I know, Neala. I read the brief."
            "I was just reminding you." We carried along in silence. Now that I'd slaked my lust for her, her patronizing air toward me began to grate on my nerves. Sure, I'm not a spy but I'm no amateur.
            Before too much longer, the town pops up around us. Neala speaks flawless German to a young man with a two seater. I watch the way she flips her hair and smiles. We're pretending we're married and she's flirting with the Gerry to score us a ride. I set my jaw and look into the storm.
            I can't deny she's stunning. Nor can I deny I wanted, no needed her. Every second I'd been buried inside her had been bliss. And even though she'd pulled the mask back down before afterglow had even faded, she'd loved it too. I don't know I'd been so crass on the train. Maybe because she shut me out so quickly. She didn't even pretend some kind of continued affection. She gave me nothing. Back to square one.
            "Freddie!" I snap out of my thoughts and turn in her direction. The young German is gone. She stands by the boot, waiting for me. I set my suitcase on top of hers. As I close the boot, she gives me a funny look. I can't place it. Without an argument, she hands me the keys.
            The drive to Dresden isn't long nor rough. But the two of us say nothing. And I can't say I have a problem with it. Perhaps my rationality has finally talked sense into my imagination and cock. As the city fills in, she turns on. She becomes Mrs. Neala Page, talking animatedly about our honeymoon so far. I do my best to play my part, laughing and smiling when I'm supposed to. I pull into the drive of the bed and breakfast and it's game on.
            Neala headed directly into the bathroom with her small bag closing the door. Good God, who knew that things could actually get worse between them. The awkwardness was excruciating. When she came out of the restroom she was wearing a tight, form formfitting, black outfit. He could see every curve, every line of her body and instantly he became aroused. He couldn’t help it. No woman dressed in such a fashion and with Neala’s beautiful nearly perfect shape . . . there was nothing left to the imagination. His eyes were drawn to her chest noting that she had strapped them down tightly most likely to keep them out of her way for whatever mission she was on next, but even with whatever it was, her breasts were too large, plump, and perfect to hide them. She was still quite obviously a well endowed young woman.

            He felt himself growing stiff in his trousers remembering the heavenly night they’d spent together. The way her body fit perfectly in his arms. The feel of her breasts pressing against his chest with every labored breath. The way her tight body engulfed and swallowed him deep inside of her with every thrust. The way her skin glistened with the sheen of sweat from their eager passions. Her sweet intoxicating scent that filled his every sense bewitching him completely. And the sounds, oh the sounds she made . . . absolutely heavenly. He made her squirm and squeak beneath him but he never managed to hear his name on her lips. Such a pity. But when he came inside of her, when he filled her with his hot seed . . . it was beyond compare. Feeling the way he filled her completely until she over flowed and their combined fluids would drip down her thighs.

            Freddie closed his eyes remembering every touch, every sensation, every single angelic moment that he’d spent with her. Something he would cherish and remember always. However he found himself in a new predicament. You would think having such a wonderful evening would be satisfying enough, but he wanted more. He wanted to take her in every way conceivable. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted to gaze up at her as she rode him, watching her hair bounce and the way her breasts would move with the rhythm of the movements of her strong and powerful thighs. Watching as she impaled herself over and over again on his large member. To taste those breasts, caress and suckle her perfect nipples. One and then the other. To slide his fingers into her folds and gently stimulate her most sensitive clit causing her to intensify her efforts until he could stand it no longer and turn them over to lay her on the mattress beneath them, his hips thrusting harder and harder.

            “Freddie.” His eyes opened looking up at Neala realizing he’d been lost in a fantasy world for a few moments and she had been talking to him. "Where has your head been lately?" He cleared his throat and took another drag from his cigarette. She scoffed and shook her head, “I’ll be back around 4am. We need to leave by dawn. It’s better that we keep moving now.”
            I sit on the back porch of the bed and breakfast watching the sun set. Scotch in one hand and cigarette in the other. Neala asked me not to come but told me the address. I think do that if she didn't return by morning, I'd know where her body was.
            She kisses me in front of the other guests, an older couple and a middle aged man of wealth. "I'm sorry, Freddie. My head is simply throbbing."
            "No worries, darling. Get your rest. We'll go out to dinner tomorrow. Maybe there's some good theatre as well."
            "That would be lovely, darling." I hold her hand until we're both at arms length then let it drop.

The older couple retires shortly after, leaving me with the Italian gent. His accent is almost unbearable as he talks of the war on the Italian front. I nod and interject safely vague responses.
            Three scotches later, I tire of polite, meaningless conversation. I excuse myself for the evening. We never unpacked more than a few things. We'd have to leave before the house awoke and keep moving. I pack up what little we had out and waited. The edge of my nerves begins to sharpen. Midnight comes and she isn't here. The house is quiet. So I sneak out. The address she's given, that we'd scouted on a walk isn't far. I make quick time.
            The building is dark. But I can hear movement deep inside, scuffling and muffled shouting. I throw my cigarette to the ground and hurry toward the sound, still on the outside of the building.

The sounds now are the other side of this door. A struggle, traded blows. I shoulder the door. She's like a force of nature. Her fists and feet moving faster than I'd been trained in hand to hand. Her body is irritatingly arousing in the black getup. She's impressive and frightening. All the while, her face remains impassive and empty. She's killed no less than 3 men as I stand here in awe and yet, no emotion passes her face. No remorse, regret, guilt, anger. Hell, there's no joy or even pleasure. Nothing.
            When no there's no one left, she grabs a box and runs by me, seizing my hand. I flinch inwardly at the sticky blood. At her dispassionate touch. We run through the darkened streets, avoiding the late night patrols.

            I sit on the bed, staring across the room at the box. When she emerges from the bathroom, changed and looking fresh, I point to it.
            "It's not another bomb is it?"
            "No. It's a piece of clockwork. Something her majesty's service believes is of great importance."
            I nod. "We should go."
            "What about rest?"
            "I can't sleep. You can sleep in the car while I drive."
            "Is that safe, Freddie?"
            "I'll keep to the country roads. Less patrols. Nuremberg isn't far. We'll be here before they realize what your mission really is."
            "I'm sure they figured it out when the poison I slipped Heinrich at dinner finally took hold."
            "Still. We should go."
            I shrug on my coat, carefully avoiding her eyes. I'd been so caught up in my need, my desire for her that I'd missed how dangerous and distant she truly was. The sooner this mission was over, the better.
            Neala pulls a face at me that I can't decipher. I pick up my suitcase and hers, leaving her weaponry for her to carry. She pulls on her coat then grabs the box and her second bag. We're off into night. And onto the last leg of our mission.
            When they arrived at the airstrip Freddie frowned looking at the scene. It was abandoned. More abandoned then it should be. “Neala.” He said reaching over and touching her shoulder. Instantly she woke. “This is the right place, isn’t it?” He questioned.

            The look on her face seemed to say volumes as she could clearly see and feel something was wrong. Instantly she pulled her bag of weapons and took out a gun checking to make certain it was loaded handing it to him. Then she checked hers to make certain it was loaded and ready to go before slipping it back into the band of her pants just beneath her coat exiting the car. Freddie frowned looking at the weapon but put it in his pocket before getting out and catching up to her.

            “What the fuck is going on? Where’s the plane?” He questioned not seeing anything. Not even a light. There were no vehicles, no planes, nothing of any kind indicating life of any sort.

            “Something’s gone wrong.” She stated, “This isn’t right. Stienburg should be here, and if he couldn’t be then the plane should have been here, fueled, and ready to fly.” Turning on her heel she started to head back to get the rest of their things out of the car.

            Freddie sighed, “Well what’s the backup plan? What do we do now?” He questioned storming after her. She didn’t answer and he moved faster stepping in her way stopping her. “God Damnit, Neala. For some God forsaken reason you’ve been told more about this then I have. What the fuck is going on?” She didn’t respond and just stood still. He scoffed and turned to go to his side of the car.

            However, she reached out grabbing his arm holding him still listening. Freddie stopped and listened as well. Suddenly there was a familiar sound, the sound of an airplane engine. One that had been heard far too many times during the air raids that blanketed London as the enemy’s planes flew over head dropping bombs on the civilian population. It was getting closer extremely fast and both Freddie and Neala realized it was headed straight for them. “MOVE!” She shouted pushing him as they both ran as fast as they could. With a shrieking sound, the car that they had been driving in burst in a huge explosion that threw them both forward to the ground.

            Both were stunned, and disoriented but Neala got to her feet first. Hurrying over she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet, pushing him to run again as they headed for the tree line of the nearby forestry. The sound came again, indicating they had turned around and were coming back for a second pass. At least under the tree cover of the forest, they would be bombing blindly instead of directly ontop of their heads. Freddie’s paused a moment leaning on a tree catching his breath shaking his head. He wasn’t hurt, but he certainly had the wind knocked out of him.

            Neala ran back and grabbed his arm, “Freddie, RUN!” She shouted not allowing him to stop or slow down as they hurried through the trees. A second bomb went off in the trees, but this time it was nowhere near them. Neala had changed the direction of their retreat sharply 3 or 4 times using the bomb to know they were going in the right direction.

            They ran for what felt like an eternity before the sound of the plane and explosions stopped and it was just the sound of breathing hard and panting between the two of them. Noises from animals in the dark. Neala was extremely fast and sure footed and seemed to be able to see quite well in the dark. Freddie had no choice but to keep up with her. Each time he would slow, she would return and take hold of his arm forcing him to continue. Finally he stopped cold, “Neala, enough!” He said beyond exhausted.

            She stopped and looked at him before looking around deciding if they were safe to stop here for now. She had no idea where they were, just somewhere deep in these woods. Freddie leaned against a tree catching his breath for a moment looking up realizing he was alone and Neala had disappeared in the darkness. He stood looking around. Did she just abandon him in the middle of nowhere!?! In enemy territory? Fucking hell!

            He shook his head walking over next to a fallen tree and sat down. He hadn’t run so hard and so long since the trenches. Even then he wasn’t sure there was anything as strenuous and terrifying as this had been. Now here he was . . .somewhere outside Nuremberg, in enemy territory, by himself. Jesus Christ, it was a death sentence. He pulled his knees up resting his forearms against them lowering his head closing his eyes able to breathe normally again. What a mess.

            Suddenly his arm was snatched and he was pulled to his feet by Neala. She hadn’t said a word to him except to run, or move during their frantic and fast escape. Before he could ask her what the fuck was going on or say a word, she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her. This was absolutely unreal. However it wasn’t long before they came to a large formation of rocks. She released his hand and climbed up into them. He looked around and sighed before climbing up and following her. There was a shallow cave, obscured by a larger rock at the entrance. They had to bend over to crawl inside but there was plenty of room to move around and stand upright inside. Freddie looked around as Neala walked moved over to a small pile of leaves and sticks and bunched them up before smacking two rocks together and the sparks lit the debris into a small fire. Freddie looked around before looking at Neala. As the light chased the shadows and darkness away from the hole, he saw that she had been wounded in one of the explosions.

            Freddie moved closer to her and reached out smoothing her hair back. She flinched and turned as if to hit him but he caught her arm, “Stop. You’re hurt, let me see.” She gave him a look before lowering her hand. He kneeled down beside her seeing a large splinter had cut into her skin behind her ear. He smoothed her hair away before taking a hold of the large piece of wood. He knew it was going to hurt but knew it had to be done. With one swift jerk he removed it and sighed showing it to her. “You’re fucking lucky you’re not dead.” He said tossing it away.
            A while later, Freddie sat watching Neala as she roasted some form of poultry that she had killed, skinned, and cleaned for their supper. She hadn’t said a single word more then was necessary. It was as though she had retreated deep into her specialized training of survival. There was no feeling, no expression on her face.

            Taking out her knife, she cut the meat in half handing it to him to eat before sitting back beginning to eat her own. Freddie watched her in silence before taking a bite. He’d expected it to be somewhat tasteless and gamey, but found it to actually be quite delicious. His eyes turned back to Neala. He’d never known a woman like her. He never knew anyone like her before. So educated, so capable, and self sufficient. More than most men he knew.

            “Are you never afraid?” He asked finally when they had finished their small and meager meal and settled back in to the hidden shelter. It was warm, Neala kept the small fire fed and it was more comfortable then it would be freezing outside in the dark. She didn’t answer right away and it seemed didn’t acknowledge that he was speaking to her. Freddie sighed leaning his head back against the rock. It’s as though she had changed completely from the young woman who had been on his arm as his wife these past months.

            He couldn’t let this continue, it was as though she’d turned into a machine. Focused on defense, survival, and escape. He stood from where he’d been and walked over sitting down close, next to her as she stared blankly into the fire. “Neala.” He said gently reaching up and smoothing his fingers through her hair like he had when they first entered the small cave. “Please. Speak to me.”

            “What do you wish me to say.” She said in a ghost like whisper.

            “I wish you to speak your mind. As you’ve always done, regardless of offense and ceremony.” She did have a tendency to chop the wood and let the splinters like where they fall. She rarely, if ever, minced words. He didn’t quite understand why she did so now.

            “We are near the front lines.” She said softly, “We have to move during the day. This time of the month the moon is dark and it will make it hard to see. We’ll try to avoid the fighting, but it’s possible we could find ourselves in the middle of a battle ground. There are two air strips between here and our forces. We’ll have to find an unmarked plane unless we want to be shot down by friendly fire.” Freddie sighed looking into the fire leaning back against the wall beside her. She was giving him technical data not actually speaking to him. She had turned into some kind of soulless solider. The passionate woman he’d held in his arms, he’d made love with, was gone. There was another long moment of silence except for the crackle of the small fire that chased away the darkness and kept them warm. “I don’t know if we will survive, Freddie.” He looked towards her when she said that. Her voice had changed, it had softened. “I will get you back to safety . . . back home to England if I can. I promise.”

            “Don’t you mean we? Both of us will get home to England again?” He questioned. She didn’t say anything starring into the fire as he could see them glaze. There were tears there, but she wouldn’t let them come, refusing to let them fall. “Speak to me, Neala. Please.” He asked softly.

            Another long moment passed, he saw her jaw clinch. “I can’t go home. I don’t have a home to go to.” His brow furrowed when she said that not understanding. “There were too many holes in this mission. To many . . . variables that weren’t accounted for. They knew I was coming. Because I . . . .” She sighed, “I was sent here to die.”

            “What?” Freddie shook his head turning to face her, “Neala . . . there was a plan. A very clear plan. I was sent to fly you home as soon as the rest of the mission was completed. Why would they send a pilot to get you home over enemy lines if they didn’t want you back?” He questioned.

            “I was never meant to return to the hotel that night I was wounded. I was ambushed, they knew I was coming. I killed my attackers, and slipped away trying to ignore what my senses were telling me. Trying to pretend I hadn’t been betrayed by those who bought me, tortured me, trained me, and used me to fight for them, their causes. Assassinate human beings with nothing more than a name and a face. I have no doubt that I’ve killed innocents over the years that didn’t deserve their deaths. They were simply in someone’s way and I removed them.” She was quiet for another moment, “It seems I’ve outlived my usefulness.” Her eyes turned down and he could clearly see she was hurt by this. She took a breath, “Once I didn’t return, you were to go straight to the airfield, where there would have been a plane for you to fly home. Back to our forces over enemy lines to safety. Carrying the documents and evidence we were sent to retrieve. But when I left Berlin with you instead of your leaving alone . . . we were abandoned.”

            Freddie was speechless as he stared at her, trying to process everything she’d just told him. She’d been so completely tightlipped since they were first paired together. “Why?” He finally said in disbelief. She wasn’t a traitor; she had always been staunchly professional. She did her job, without question, without hesitation. She was incredibly loyal to her country and its people. “After everything you’ve done . . . your entire life . . . made into a soldier . . . why would they want to eliminate one of their best?” He couldn’t believe after her giving up everything, a normal life, the possibility of a family, everything human to be what she was.

            “This war is coming to an end Freddie. Weapons of all sort are to be abandoned or destroyed as the politics between countries dictate. Lots of . . . little nasty secrets needing to be erased.” She sighed, “I’m one of them.” She shook her head leaning back against the rock, “I knew this day would come, I just didn’t realize that it would come so quickly.”

            He ran his hand over his face completely shocked by all of this, “When we return to England together . . . you’ll be arrested? As a war criminal? Even though you were simply following orders and completed your mission?”

            “No, Freddie.” She said turning to look at him, “That would acknowledge me and others like me. I’ll disappear, like I never existed. Erased from memory, before England can be accused of atrocities and war crimes themselves. England is not alone mind you. Everyone with even the slightest relation to this war is guilty of the same and far worse.”

            There was a long moment of silence as he shook his head before looking at her once more. She was very still. It was as though he felt more outrage over this then she did. “For a woman who has been marked with a death sentence you’re taking this extremely well.”

            She half smiled her eyes glistening in the fire light. “I welcome it.” She said softly. “Once this war is over, there is no place for me in this world anymore. If I were to remain, my services would be rendered for petty trivial and political matters. It won’t be to save the innocents and civilians being murdered by the hundreds every day. Death has more appeal to me then such a fate.” There was another quiet moment before she turned taking his hand looking into his eyes, “But as I promise, I swear to you now, I will get you home safe. To London. To your fellow pilots. And when Germany and her allies are defeated, You and all the others my live has been lived to protect, will be safe and free. I give you my word.”
            “If what you say is true then you should run. You shouldn’t go back to England. You can disappear, make a life for yourself somewhere else, and stay hidden so they could never find you.” He said quickly.

            She smiled softly, “To what end? England is my home. My life has always been lived to protect Britain. To protect the Empire. There is nowhere else for me.” She covered his hand with hers, “It’s alright. I’m so very tired Freddie. I’ve done my time, and my service, and now like all soldiers, I’m to be released the only way there is for soldiers like me to be released.”

            Freddie felt a twinge in his heart feeling the sincerity in her words. Reaching up he cupped her face in his hands looking into her sparkling eyes. She’d made him her last mission. Even after all the fighting and the violence, and the hateful venom they spewed at each other. She still intended to save his life regardless. “Neala.” He breathed realizing that she was human and a woman after all even though she did her utmost to hide it.

            Unable to say anything, to utter any words he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss that she immediately returned.
                Neala's hands claw at my clothes. Mine are none too gentle with hers. She hooks her ankle behind my foot and rides me down onto my back. Her mouth eats at mine, lips and tongue. We're growling again. I jerk her head to the side with a handful of hair. She gasps then shouts when my teeth clamp onto her bruised neck. Her pelvis grinds against my growing cock.
                She shimmies out of her slacks. I prop myself up on my elbows as she jerks my trousers down to my ankles. I kick off my boots but she's achieved her goal. My cock points straight up. She licks her lips in appreciation then tackles me. She tastes of salt and copper, tears and blood. With a shift of her hips, she places the head at her entrance. I lick my lips. God, she's become this succubus and I am willingly giving her my soul. Just bury myself deep inside her.
                "Oh god, Neala, please." I groan with need. I need her. My hands wrap around her waist. She tilts her hips to tease me with her moist folds. I clamp down on her waist and thrust upwards. She cries out to my grunt. I pull out and thrust upward again, opening her, going deeper. The third time I've stretched her, deliciously tight. She lays on my chest, panting. "Fuck me like you want to."
                "Shut up, Freddie." Her mouth hovers over mine. Our hips meet in thick, wet slaps. My thrust to her roll. She's gasping and keening. I'm growling and grunting. My hands move to cup her ass, squeezing tightly. I plant my feet and bend my legs to get better leverage. Neala bites my bottom lip.
                "Fuck Neala!"
                "God Freddie!" I run my hands up her back and hold onto her shoulders. I roll us onto her back. I force her hands to the dirt floor. Her knees draw up to her chest. I move up onto mine and fuck her. Hard. Her back arches, her body tensing. "Cum, baby. Cum hard." She's shaking. "Cum, baby." The thick slap of flesh and our breathing rises above the crackle of the fire. Her scream catches in her throat and get body tightens on my cock. The delicious spasms milk my cock and only a few more thrusts are all I need to find my release.


                My arms shake as I hold myself over her. To my shock and upset, Neala curls into a ball and begins to cry. "Neala. Have I hurt you?" She shakes her head. I move to her back and wrap my body around hers. "What's wrong, baby?"
                She sniffs. "I've been a fool. A arrogant bitch. I thought I was above everyone because I was a trained assassin. That I was meant for more. I'm not. I'm disposable."
                I lean over her, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. "You are not disposable. You're beautiful and intelligent, strong and confident. You're terrifying, yes but that doesn't make you any less of an amazing woman." Sadness touches me and I say what's been hovering at the back of my mind since the night before last. "Were you not so hell bent on hating me and making me feel like less if man and more of an animal, I could have loved you."
                She turns away from me. To stare into the fire. She's going to shut down again. To pull that mask into place.
                "I was wrong about you. You're nothing I thought you are. Arrogant but confident. Promiscuous but with his reason. But all the other hateful things I've said aren't true. Were I meant for more than this, I could have loved you as well." I draw breath to speak. To try to convince her to come with me.
                "Shut up, Freddie. Please. Just hold me tonight."
                I settle into the soft dirt and pull her against me, forming our bodies together. She snuggles back into me. We both stare silently at the fire.
                The flames flicker on the walls, casting long shadows. There wasn't anything left to say. Her breathing levels out and grows heavy. I hope she feels safe and protected. Her warmth and heat beat lulls me to sleep.

                Neala rolls over and looks at the fire. It's still going? Where's Freddie? And what is that surprisingly delicious smell. She sits up and looks around. No sign of Freddie. A frown takes her face as she pulls her slacks back on. The satchel with all the documents and the piece of clockwork rests against the wall. Her head snaps up at a shuffling of leaves and feet and snap of twigs.
                "Good. You're awake. Eat." She finally notices a half eaten rabbit resting on a rock by the fire. That was the smell. He hands her a shirt, tied at the sleeves. "And drink." He'd gotten her food and water. She hides the small impressed smile as she tucks into the rabbit.
                Freddie settles down next to her and kisses the top of her head. "I looked at the map. And by landmarks, we south of Nuremberg. We could go northwest to the airfield at Frankfurt, but that puts us deeper into German territory. We could go southwest to Stuttgart but that backs us up against the Black Forest which we won't survive alone. Or we can go East to the Czech Republic. It's the closest bordering country."
                She chews and swallows then takes a drink. "I'd say southwest or east."
                "There's fighting all over the countryside. Maybe we can hope to run into Allied forces."
                "And tell them what, Freddie?"
                "We stick with the cover story."
                "We look like refugees and we have sensitive material. No one is going to believe us."
                "So we head to Stuttgart then. We'll fly out from there."
                "You're sure the Germans won't miss a plane?"
                "The airfield has light prop planes as well. We'll take one and maybe we can get into France before we are shot at."
               "That's alot of variables."
               "Neala. They sent us because we're the best at what we do. I'm the only pilot who's been in the trenches in France and I've done countless fly overs of both countries. Will you just trust I know what I'm doing?"
               She stares down at the mostly gone rabbit then nods once. "Alright. I'll trust you. But if things get hairy, just let me do my job, Freddie."

"Of course, Neala."

                I kick dirt over the fire. We emerge from the cave together and head southwest. We move swiftly through the woods, not speaking. We're both overly conscious of our surroundings. Neither of us stop the trek.
   The only sound is our breath, ghostly drifting up in the cold air. Neala's shoulders are hunched. I can't believe she's simply given up. No way. She's coming back to London with me. Even if we can't stand each other, she can find a new cause. And I'll do whatever it takes to convince her.
             We come upon an empty home. No doubt from it's condition that it once belonged to a Jewish family. We wash up and change clothes. The family has likely met their end at Nuremberg already. We make a meager meal out of the goods that were not looted by the Nazis nor spoiled.
            "You're not still planning on sacrificing yourself to get me out of Germany, are you?"
             "If need be." My sigh sounds as exasperated and irritated as its meant to be. "What?"
              "I just think it's bullocks that you're giving up. Surely there must be some cause somewhere on this great green Earth that you can contribute to."
               "And leave my home?"
               "Neala. The bastards sold you out and tried to kill you. I wouldn't go back to them either."
                "And yet you are."
                "I'm merely collateral damage. They wouldn't mourn me either."
                "It's getting late. Should we bed down here for the night?"
                I look out into the setting sun. The colors broken by the deadened trees, reaching their skeletal fingers to the clouds. "That would probably be wise. We'll be even less likely to explain our presence to either sides' forces."
Without any more words, we go to bed. Neither of us can sleep right away, huddled together in the ruined bed under blankets. Our bodies mold together. I want to take her. Like I did in the cave but I feel that the closer we get to our destiny, the more my heart opens to her. The more I need her. Do I love her? No. Not yet. But I could. I know that. My hate for her has cooled. Love could easily fill its place.
                The sun breaks across Freddie and Neala's face. She rolls over in the circle of arms. Since they've been running, his night terrors haven't bothered him. It's like his brain knows that the real fear is around them. She started this mission despising him. And now. Now, she was willing to give her life to see him home. Her opinion of him was wrong. He might have been a womanizer but they came willingly. He was handsome, intelligent and charming. And a real tiger in sack. Every woman who bedded Freddie Page was there by choice. What she had seen as arrogance was merely confidence. In himself and his abilities.
                She tucks a strand of hair back into the rest of his slicked hair. His deep breath through his nose led to a yawn. "Morning already?"
               "That it is. We should get moving."
                His arms tighten around her. "We should. Or I could hold you for little while longer." Evidence of his morning arousal presses between her thighs. She sighs. He could make her cum screaming but right now, they needed to move.
                "We've got another day or two trek to Stuttgart. We don't have time for sex."
                "Tragic." His sleepy smile pulls a smile of her own to Neala's mouth. He stretches then rolls over onto his back.

                The airfield at Stuttgart is only lightly guarded. The planes that are engaging Allied pilots in dog fights have been moved to the bigger airports. I nudge Neala and point to a small plane on the hangar.
               "I'll create a diversion long enough for you to get airborne."
                I take her face in my hands. "Come with me."
                "Freddie, I've nothing to go back to."
                "Me. You said it yourself. You could love me. Well, come back to England and love me." I kiss her lips desperately. Her hand rests on my wrist as she kisses me back. When we part, I'm sure she'll no.
                "They might still try to kill me."
                "Neala. Neither of us are new. We can make this work."
                "Alright." I grin and kiss her deeply, drinking her in. "Go start the plane and I'll create the diversion."
                "I won't take off without you." My thumbs caress her sharp cheekbones.
                "Taxi down the run way. I'll be there. I promise." I steal one last kiss before I let her go. Keeping low to the ground, I make my way to the hangar. I glance back over my shoulder to see her headed in the opposite direction, doing the same. I examine the keys on the pegboard and grab the that has the plane's call sign on it. I remove the wheel blocks then climb inside. The headphones muffle noise but I suddenly hear gunfire. My brows knit in worry. A handful of soldiers run by the hangar shouting in German. I lay my side arm in my lap then take a deep breath and start the engine.
                It stutters then roars to life. The plane rolls out of the hangar. My eyes squint and search for Neala. Her diversion is fighting a group of them. She's a whirling dervish of fists and feet. Her hair whipping about her. She breaks off and runs in my direction. My valkyrie sprinting towards me. I wait until she jumps into the doorway before I pick up speed. She fires out into the night.
              "Hurry Freddie!"
"We need just a little more speed."
              "Do you have the satchel?"
"It's on the seat here."
              "Excellent." She fires off another couple rounds. I hear a meaty thud and a pained grunt.
              "Neala?" I turn in the seat. She sinks to her knees, bloody pouring out her mouth and the wound in her chest. "Neala!"
               She shakes her head as I start to slow the plane. "Go, Freddie. . ." A second and third bullet hit her back. "Rule Britannia. . ." Her hand on the door frame jerks and she falls away into the night.
              "NO!" I want to stop the plane but I know in my heart that she's dead. Three bullet wounds and falling out at this speed. Tears sting my eyes as I bring the light prop into the air. My throat flexes as I try unsuccessfully to swallow my sobs. I point the plane to the French border and pray I make it. Mission accomplished.

~The End~
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