Pairing: Aldo/Bridget
Title: Because There's No One Else
I was reeeally surprised that there were no Aldo/Bridget stories, since they had some serious intense eye contact going on there! So I decided to be the first. And here we go...
Bridget had never met a man quite like Aldo Raine before. He was unrefined, had an atrocious accent, and he was so American it was unbelievable. She had first heard his voice in a state of heightened panic, fearing for her life, trapped in a basement tavern with a desperate, maniacal drunk man with a gun. To her, his voice was the voice of a saving angel then. She would worship the ground he walked on if he would only rescue her.
Later, in the doctor's house, she had hated him. Everything about him, from his stupid accent, to the way he was torturing her. And when he finally removed his finger from her wound, she pushed herself up on her elbows and stared him down, challenging him to find a way around this. And he did.
Aldo was pissed. He was pissed at this Bridget, pissed that his men were dead, pissed that the plan had gone to hell. He took a little of his frustration out on the woman. Not the most noble thing to do, but he didn't particularly care. When he released her, she sat up and leveled her blue eyes on him informing him in a low voice bordering on sultry that Hitler himself would be attending the premier. He tried to ignore the effect her eyes and voice were having on him- it had just been too long since he'd seen a woman, much less one as attractive as Bridget. He also ignored the pit in his stomach when she looked at Donny with that considering glance of hers. He was a soldier, she was a spy. End of story.
Well, well, Bridget thought to herself. The Americans had cleaned up pretty nicely. Donny and Omar looked pretty good in their crisp suits, and Aldo looked very handsome in the white jacket. She smiled at them a little as she stepped past them into the bathroom to get ready. She tried not to think about the way Aldo's bright blue eyes caressed her figure whenever he looked at her.
The bathroom door opened and Bridget stepped out, looking resplendent in her black sparkly dress. Aldo groaned to himself at how good she looked. No time, he reminded himself. He held out his hand and helped her down the stairs, ignoring the heat from her hand. Donny and Omar stepped outside, and Bridget paused, giving him a brave, but terrified smile. To hell with it, he thought, and stepped close so that his body was pressed against hers, and pressed his lips against hers.
Bridget didn't want the moment to end- Aldo's body pressed against hers, his lips hard and bruising against hers. His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, tasting tobacco and mint mixed- an intoxicating combination. All too soon, he pulled away, but kept her body against his for a moment. Then he stepped back, holding his hand and helping her down the front porch stairs and into the history books.
Ok. that part about the history books- kinda cheesy, I know! But I hope you liked the story!