'Knock knock'
She startled at the sound, closing the field of her bittersweet memories. Her hands still busy doing the dishes as she gets lost in her thoughts for what seemed a lifetime.
Stefan.
It has been weeks since she had sent the book to the headquarters where he was supposed to do whatever paperwork his country needed him to, where a contact in Berlin secretly messaged her.
She was wondering if she would ever get a chance to see him again, ignoring unknown answers of whether he received the book or if he was even still alive. No letter, no telegram. Nothing. The spy agent who informed her vanished. Just like she had. Gone. No news yet.
When she finally arrived in London she endured a dreadful debriefing from the secret agency that sent her to the Kaiser's house.
Their concern or more accusations she may have turned her coat and collaborated with the enemy. After all, "Women are weak sometimes" they said.
She spit out all the details she could, talking everything about Captain Stefan Brandt, making sure to pass him off as a double agent, a traitor to his country who had saved her life. Saving her in so many ways.
Her hierarchy had trusted her and due to her service's records, foreign languages skills and condition, hired her as a voice coach. Her duty was to teach the spies-to-be everything they had to know about German accents, habits and subtleties of dialect, depending on where they would be based or supposed to be from.
She also taught women the smartest way to use their ass and boobs to lure men. First and foremost, Officers or high-ranking Generals.
Men are weak she said, and stupid especially when it's about bang one out. Best opportunity for pillow talks.
She knew too well about what she was talking, not bothering to warn the ladies from falling in love. Because that's not something you could neither choose nor control. If only she wouldn't have falling for Stefan so deep and hard, she wouldn't have felt this alone and desperate.
Her job provided her enough money to rent this place, relatively safe since they assured her she wouldn't go back on the field.
Being busy kept her from turning mad, she had so much work with the soldiers it really helped to fill her mind with something else other than him.
She already was preserving the memory of him in her mind and under her skin, literally.
Of course there were a number of suitors around her, all willing to put either her in their bed or a ring on her finger. After all, women like her were hard to find; Smart, Courageous, Beautiful, Single and Employed.
But there was no way she could respond to any of those pretenders.
She was his and only his. No one compared to her German Captain, ever.
She opened the door, still lost in her thoughts, her hand left the doorknob to finish wiping them on her white apron.
"Yes?" As it slipped through her lips before she lifted her gaze up to meeting her visitor's piercing blue eyed stare which she knew and missed so much.
She gasped in shock, her hands gripping her chest, her eyes widening and trying to focus on the man in front of her through fresh tears.
He was alive. And he was here.
She was as beautiful as he remembered. Even sweeter as it was the real her, not the ghost image which had haunted his dreams and thoughts for the latest 5 months.
If only she knew. If only she knew the depths of his feelings, the risks he had taken to join her. His slightest heartbeat, breath and movement had been only for her. For this moment.
Stuck outside the threshold, his legs paralyzed and his arms heavier than stone, he felt like that awful day when he woke up from his belly's surgery.
Miraculously alive but skinned alive. The tiny pieces of the shrapnel burst within his bowels and liver, burning hell each time he tried to breathe.
The sight of the love of his life had his body screaming out all the pain hidden inside for months, worrying to death and endlessly waiting for some good news of her safety. The pain in his heart, whilst forced to accuse her of being Jewish, murders and intelligence, charging her of crimes for high treason to save his own 'so-called Nazi' neck. He held back some tears that furiously knocked behind his eyelids.
They shared kind of the same stare they already had, that day they were forced to part, to save their lives. A sacrifice they both had paid the price, that unbearable lack of each other, but which none of them regret.
Now they were together again. Almost. A single step and he would be able to touch her. The tips of his fingers were tingling at the thought but his damn feet stayed glued to the ground.
Tears were already rolling down her cheeks, her beautiful face lightened by a warm smile, the corners of her lips he couldn't wait to kiss trembling with emotion.
She fought the urge to burst into tears, her body screaming its need for his, to hug her tight and never part again. She couldn't make a move though, her lips agape, the air stuck in the top of her lungs. No words allowed leaving her tongue.
Chuckling, he scratched the back of his neck, like he was searching for the right words. Swallowing hard, he just let it go.
"Ma'am" he finally broke the silence.
"My name is Stefan Brandt and I was wondering what yours was."
He finished his sentence in a large grin, waiting for her to tease him back.
She chuckled, eased by having her cheeky bastard back.
If he wanted to play that game, she was totally in. They always had been good at teasing each other.
"Mieke Brandt" she simply uttered in a smile, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.
He couldn't help but step forward, his hands cupping so gently the sides of her soft face, his lips burning painfully to be so close to hers and so far in the same time.
Their breaths mixed the same air and they both fought the urge to melt into each other, savouring the slightest second of their reunion.
"Your husband must be so proud of his exceptional beauty of a wife." He whispered, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, helping her face to get rid of all the tears that continued to flow down.
His fierce look was roaming all over her face, from her hazel eyes to her wet lips. It took all he had not to eat her mouth up, tear off her clothes and lick every piece of skin he could to taste her again.
His eyes were telling all what his mouth couldn't, the lump in his throat barely allowed him to breathe, his emotions invading every cells of his.
I miss you. I love you. I want you. Forever.
She had read him loud and clear, and though she'd rather have heard his low voice saying those words, caressing her ears and echoing through her heart to her core, having them screamed by his heart and soul had her heart grown heavy.
She wouldn't complain having her beau speechless: both his lips and tongue could be used on better purpose.
"I know" she smiled before pulling him in a so awaited kiss, moulding her mouth with his, allowing his tongue to enter.
His tongue softly caressed hers, in the sweetest kiss they ever shared.
But the sound of her moans vibrating in his throat went setting fires all over his body and he knew there was nothing else to do but let his desire take control.
He walked her backwards, one hand leaving her skin just to throw the door shut before being glued to her again.
Stumbling back, she suddenly hit the wall behind her, eliciting a gasp from her lungs.
Their teeth bumped under the shock and Stefan pulled back to check on her.
"You OK?" Are the only words allowed to leave his lips before she assaulted them again in a hungry kiss, biting his lower lips, then nibbling along his light stubble jaw until her lips were met with his ear, she licked while teasingly whispering
"Take off my clothes"
He chuckled, his 5 o'clock shadow scratching the delicate skin of her throat where he was nuzzling his face.
She practically could feel his grin grow whilst rolling his eyes.
He reluctantly pulled back, leaving the warmth of her neck to meet the fire in her eyes.
Her sultry tone just added more fuel to his fire and his cock got harder at the reminding of how wet, warm and sweet it was to fill her core.
She was acting like a tigress, her nibble fingers attacking the buttons of his shirt while her tongue continued its wild dance with his.
She was so eager to feel his skin on hers, her fingers couldn't work quick enough. Tear then rip the shirt off crossed her mind but she finally managed to slide her hand under the fabric and stroke his pec. Racking her nails on the hard muscle had revived the memories of their lovemaking and had her turned on even more.
His large hands had already rid her of her apron and were now working on unbuttoning her dress in her back when he felt her opening her thighs for him as she managed to lift her right knee and clung onto his upper leg.
No way could he longer resist that invitation. After 5 months of starvation, his cock longed to be buried inside her, her tender flesh pressing around it as she rocked her hips on him, his palms massaging her breasts.
His hands left the last button, her plump cheeks being preferred. He squeezed them tightly, eliciting a sexy groan from both of them and had no choice but crush her body with his, pinning her against the wall.
He found an unfamiliar bump when his shaft grinded against her usually flat belly.
Time seemed to stop. His brain was overwhelmed with what he was feeling around his lower belly while his whole body froze.
His hands slide from the back of her thighs to her belly, as he pulled back, like in slow motion.
He scrutinized the shape of his hands cupping the mount of her rounded stomach. Standing still, out of breath, he was marvelling at this unexpected strange shape, wondering how he could have missed it.
Unable to take his eyes off of his cupped hands, he threw just a quick glance to her face, where he could read pure relief and happiness through the flow of renewed tears.
He knelt down so his face leveled Mieke's swollen stomach, his hands still glued on the thin fabric of her blouse covering her bump, as he finally dared to lightly caress it with his thumbs.
He embraced a career in the German Army to follow the footsteps of his father and grandfather, to the fate of the men if his family, all dead in action on the field, covered with military medals and distinctions but both leaving widows and young orphans behind them. He could settle for this life which he didn't much care of, filled with whores or one night stands who never loved or even cared about him. This life full of pain and solitude since her mother passed on.
So dying for his country seems to be the better option.
He now was realizing he never have been so wrong.
He had chosen the Captain ranking for the legacy, the medals for the prestige, the uniform to get the girls, the duty as his destiny, waiting for the day he would die. That was his so-called life.
Mieke had changed that. She had changed him.
He ran out of Germany, leaving all this stuff behind him, to join Mieke.
He was a deserter of his country, a traitor of Motherland, a disgrace and a shame of the Army but he really didn't care. Who would want to be a German solider in these times of war? A country which allowed and encouraged the murder of its own people, men, women and children simply because they were Jewish?
FUCK!
He felt like he wasn't a soldier or a countryman anymore. All he wanted now was to belong to her. This is where he wanted to call home. Mieke. And the little life she was carrying. A new beginning. His family.
Mieke looked down at him, her fingers racking through his short hair, then slid from the back of his neck to brush his stumble and uttered with a shaking voice, holding back from vanishing in a pool of tears.
"I was so scared you never will come back to me and never get to know your child..." her last words turned in a loud heartbreaking sob.
Lowering his gaze he put his forehead against her bump while his hands tightly squeezed the sides of her waist.
Towering over him, she could see his shoulders lightly shaking, his cries muffled into her bump, and she felt his hands grasping her flesh deeper , his fingers dug into her sides, never letting her go.
Lifting up pleading eyes on her, he finally managed to reiterate what he asked months ago.
"Marry me Mieke. Now. Today."
She silently nodded her head, her smile illuminating her face drowned in tears.
Stefan stood up, and in a swift movement captured her face and spot kissed on every piece of skin he could, drying her happy tears with his lips. He felt Mieke melting in sobs and a knot tightened in his guts.
He pecked her closed eyelids before pressing his lips on hers and finally pulled away.
Narrowing his eyes whilst trying to read the expression on her face, he gain his courage and asked:
"Is that a yes?"
She chuckled, her wet hazel eyes looking deep into his blue stare, amazed by the handsomeness of his face and the tenderness of his gestures. He brushed her perfect features and downed her palms to her waist, his eyes never leaving hers.
She mouthed yes and he felt blessed like no man before him, staring at the woman in his arms, his absolute everything. The need to be united as one overwhelmed him and he crashed his lips on hers again.
She gasped when feeling lifted up, two hands firmly grabbing the back of her thighs. His mouth crashed on her opened lips and his tongue filled her mouth. Her legs automatically found their way around his waist, her wet folds screaming his cock's name.
She was clinging on him like there's no tomorrow, pulling him in a deeper and passionate kiss, her hands eagerly touching and squeezing every part of him she could.
Tightening his grip on her ass, he helped her to increase the friction of their intimate parts, still separated by their clothes.
He walked them through the corridor, blindly heading to her bedroom or whatever place he could lay her down and finally make love to her.
Lost in their moans and strokes, the world and time disappeared.
Before he got lost in her, a last thought flashed in his mind.
His family.
One love. One duty. One decision.
The Exception