You were barely conscious when you heard loud gun shots and noises coming from all around you. Smoke and debris blinded your sight and your ears were ringing. You were scared, but this wasn't the time to be scared, because men were falling all around you, evil men. One dropped on your left as blood oozed out of the side of his head, you could see his gaze turn still behind that white mask he wore.
These masked men were your abductors. Why did they take you? You hadn't a clue, however, you knew that they were constantly terrorizing you and hurting you, you couldn't care less about their demise. Still, the sight of blood and sound of flying bullets made you hope that it will all end soon.
A few armored men stormed into the room you were in with guns raised and fully covered faces. You feared, for a second, that these were another group of men seeking to take you elsewhere and continue your torture. Still overwhelmed by shock, you flinched as one of them came up to you and quickly lifted you up and carried you in his arms. You tried to scream, but the duct tape on your lips held you silent. Tears streamed down your face. No more, you thought to yourself, please, I can't take this anymore. The world turned dark before you as your body shut itself down so the pain and memories of abuse would go away.
When you came to again, you saw the man who carried you holding a needle over you, examining its contents. You gasp and hold your arms out in front of your face, shielding yourself however you could, even though you know the pain was inevitable.
"Relax, madam." He said in a soothing deep voice, "You are in shock, I'm here to help you."
Slowly you lift your hands away to take a good look at him. He was masked, and the only features you could see were his green eyes. There was a strange accent in his voice as he continued speaking, "I am Doc, medic of Rainbow. You're in safe hands now."
The past few days had rendered you fearful of all masked men, but you looked down at your body and realized that you had been bandaged and taken cared of, and that knowledge made you somewhat relieved.
"Those… terrorists," You spoke at last and Doc listened quietly. He emitted a peaceful presence, and it really helped. "Where are the others? Are they…"
Doc shook his head at you and said calmly, "I'm sorry, you are the only one we could save. The others were executed before the breach."
"Oh god." You covered your mouth with your hand as you felt tears flood your eyes. All of those who were there… the children…. They were dead. The thought weighed heavily on your mind as you fell silent.
"I'm very sorry." Doc said solemnly, "Please, you need to rest."
You wiped the tears away as you nodded, trying to cope with the hollow feeling in your chest, mourning for the lost. You lay back down again onto the bed as you feel his gloved hand take your arm and prepared you for an injection. It didn't even hurt when the needle pierced your skin, days of torture have rendered you numb to small pains.
Some time later, you didn't know how long, but you were fading in and out of consciousness. You hear a conversation between Doc and someone else.
"Is she okay?" The stranger asked.
"Yes. I patched her up and gave her some shots. Should help her recover from malnutrition. They did terrible things to her." Answered Doc.
"Those damn bastards." The other one spoke again, and for some reason his voice was beginning to sound familiar. You've heard it somewhere… a long time ago.
"Weißt du ihr? (Do you know her?)" Doc asked in a language you recognized as German.
There was a silence before the other man spoke again, "Yes, but I'd rather not discuss it right now. Also, you need to work on your pronunciation." You heard Doc chuckle at the remark.
You were confused by the statement, but being drowsy as you were, you couldn't bother to reflect too much upon it. Soon sleep took you over again.
You wake and realized your surrounding had changed. They must have relocated you, to a hospital or something, judging from the interior of this room. It looked to be the office of a doctor.
Your head still hurt for unknown reasons, and you figured it was because of the drugs or stress. Struggling, you sat yourself up in the bed so you could better assess what's happening. There was no one around yet.
You step down the bed as your bare feet touched the floor. The cold sent a shiver down your spine as you walked slowly around, barely able to support your movement with your legs that felt as if crippled. There were documentations, x-ray scans, and various medical gadgets around you. You figured they had moved on and you were in a general hospital.
However, as the door opened and the familiar masked face showed up, you understood that you were still in custody of Doc, or Rainbow, for better or worse. You couldn't figure out why.
"Ah, you're awake. Sorry I wasn't here." Doc greeted you, and hurried to your side to offer you an arm for support. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. My head hurts. And I can't walk…" You reported honestly, but left out the part that you were experiencing some hunger, too. Not to mention you also kind of wanted a shower to freshen up. "I'm sorry to pry… but I want to know who my savior is. I haven't had the chance to say my thanks yet, to you and your team."
Doc replied, "Rainbow is an anti-terrorism unit. My team are elite operators from all over the world. The men who abducted you were a part of a terrorist group, they intended to use you and the others as negotiation leverage."
You listened quietly and dropped your head at the mention of the other hostages, "And they succeeded…"
"No," Doc retorted gently, "After they opened fire on the hostages, we were left with no choice but to extract you by force."
"They were children." You whispered.
"I know." He sympathized, "We tried."
You look at him with sad eyes, his gaze was fixed on you. You felt in your heart that he was a good man, mild-mannered and careful. "Thank you, Doc. For everything." You said appreciatively and gave his armored arm a squeeze.
"The fight continues." He said with a smile, you couldn't see his expression but you felt it in his words, "I'm just doing my job, but you are welcome." He then helped you back to your bed.
Two Weeks Later
This morning you finally managed to walk on your own with crutches, and the improvement pleased Doc greatly. Having been around him for two weeks now, you are beginning to feel a connection between the two of you. It was a strange feeling, but it was there. Perhaps you felt admiration towards him because he saved you, or perhaps it was your mind playing tricks on you. In any case, you couldn't deny this feeling in your heart anymore. You look forward to his visit every day, look forward to him checking up on you, and when he wasn't around, you felt lost and bored. The other members of the Rainbow never showed up, and you wondered why.
"Doc!" You greeted him happily as he returned to his office to find you walking on your feet again, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Be careful now," he warned softly as he called your name, making your heart flutter at the sound of it, "We don't know if the tissues have mended completely, so I would advise you to continue using crutches for the time being." He had his arms around your waist in an effort to support you and to stop you from moving around so much, his touch created electric ripples on your skin. You hated the feeling, ashamed of how you were feeling, but at the same time you didn't want it to stop.
You look at him with sincere eyes, trying to hide the chaos within you. "I just… I can't wait to be able to go back again. To my life, instead of being crippled and stuff here, being a liability to you all."
"You are not a liability. The others can operate just as well without me." He answered as he lifted you up in his arms. The sudden gesture made you hold your breath as your heart palpitated wildly. It felt just like the first day you met, the feeling of his breast plate against your body, keeping you safe from the harms of this world.
He placed you in your bed again and offered you his hand as usual. You took his hand and held it in yours. It was becoming a small ritual between the two of you, the hand-holding, because you had been dealing with post-traumatic syndromes and doing this really helped. You sighed in relief as silence filled the space between you. Staring into his green eyes, you wondered how he looked beneath that mask, what his name was, and what's his story, even though you knew that everything about Rainbow was confidential.
"Doc." You said, trying to control your voice so he doesn't realize how you felt for him, "Will I get better?"
"Of course, you trust me, don't you?" He asked back and squeezed your hand, "When we make sure you are healthy again, we'll return you home."
"Thank you so much, for what you've done." You said smiling, then pushed yourself up from the bed to embrace him. It was half impulsive and half planned, and you justified your action by telling yourself that you just wanted to thank him.
He didn't move nor flinch, but wrapped his arms around you too to return the gesture. You could feel your cheek against his mask, and you cherished this little moment when you were as close as you could be to him, enough to feel him breathe, to feel his chest rise and fall to yours.
You let go of him before it gets awkward and placed your head against the pillow again with your hand still in his. Words were on the tip of your tongue but you couldn't and you wouldn't say them, because it was inappropriate, and you believed that he didn't feel the same way.
"I'll come back later for your daily dose." He said as his hand left yours. You wanted to protest but felt it wasn't your place to, so you watched him go.
"Doc?" You asked just before he opened the door. He paused and turned to look at you. "Please come back soon." You requested and held your breath in anticipation and worry.
He only nodded at you before leaving you alone again, and you let your breath out slowly and wrapped the bed cover around yourself to pretend it was him.
You were falling for him, and there was a part of your brain that said it wasn't right, while the other part denied its possibility. You wanted to go home, wanted to be normal again. If only you knew why they've kept you around for so long, perhaps it'll help make you see things clearer, but right now, all you wanted was to get better, and sort out how you feel for the mysterious doctor.
One Week Later
This time you were able to go around the halls without escort from Doc, however he let you know which places you were allowed to be in and which you weren't. You were curious, but you knew it was for your own safety that you don't pry and cross the line. Accessible to you were a single room intended for patients and a bathroom that came with it, along with a hallway decorated by paintings. It really wasn't much, but it was a lot more freedom than being restricted to Doc's office.
Every once in a while you'd run into another member of Rainbow, and every once in a while you'd notice one that seemed to be interested in your situation. You don't remember the conversation between this mysterious man and Doc anymore (it had faded from your memory), but you brought it up to Doc in search for answers.
"Who is that operator that kept looking at me?"
"I'm Doc, a operator of Rainbow." He joked. You've been with each other long enough for him to relax and open himself up to you more. "No, that would be Blitz."
You didn't say anything, wishing that he'd give you more information, but being well-trained as he was, he didn't say more.
"Why does he seem so interested in me? I saw him earlier giving me a look through the door at the end of the hall." You pushed.
Doc seemed reluctant on saying more, but felt the need to throw you something to chew on. "We don't exactly get female visitors often, so of course you'd catch attention. Blitz is young, he is interested in just about everything."
You nodded and took it that Doc was withholding information from you, and that was fine. You understood their line of work and how covert everything needed to be, so you redirected the conversation to him. "Do I have your attention?" You asked brazenly, although you failed to stop yourself from blushing.
Doc looked at you and replied, "You've had my attention since the day I rescued you."
You felt your heart race at his words, but it was probably because you read too much into it. How could he harbor romantic feelings for you? It wasn't possible, no. You denied it, but you weren't giving up until he denies it himself. Such was how in love you were with him.
"It's not… the kind of attention I mean." You moved a little closer to him and caught his gloved hand in yours. You move so his hand was on your cheek and nuzzled against it, "I'm sorry, but I can't deny this anymore."
You placed your hand against the side of his helmet and leaned in to press your lips against where his would be beneath the mask. You felt the fabric of the mask rub against your lips, and a vague definition of his lips. It happened just as fast as it ended, and before you knew it, you pulled away from him and blushed wildly, knowing that whatever he says next would meant the end.
Doc stared at you, his eyes wider than usual, probably surprised, but he controlled his emotions well, just as expected of an elite operator. You felt all hope left your heart just as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, for a moment he looked like he didn't know what to do, like he was struggling with his own thoughts.
You felt his arms around you tightly, holding you like his treasure, and felt brave and encouraged enough to kiss him again. Only this time, you pulled out and rolled his mask up till his lips were exposed, and immediately you felt his hand reach up to stop you from unmasking him further.
You said nothing and pressed your lips against his, kissing him gently and longingly, and you felt your heart skip a beat when he kissed you back. You stood there kissing each other, head empty as everything else stopped to matter, and gave in to your feelings. It was then you realized that he had feelings for you too, and that knowledge made you ecstatic.
You didn't want to stop there, you knew you should. The better part of you told you it was wrong, but reason was overwhelmed by strong feelings. You gasped as you felt him break the kiss and lift you up and placed you on the table, his eyes fixed on you and his pupils dilated. He kissed you first this time as you clung onto his neck, not minding how the helmet was in the way.
"Doc…" You whispered as he suddenly stopped, snapping him back to reality. You didn't want him to stop there, so you pecked his lips as you undid you own jeans and panties. You wanted him, it wasn't going to stop there. You reached your hand down to his pelvis and felt the bulge beneath his uniform, and it made you want him even more, to know that even if he was silent, he wanted you too.
Noticing how hard he tried to restrain himself from his desires, you pulled your shirt up and tossed it to the floor, before unclipping your bra and feel the cold air on your skin, making your nipples perk. There you were, completely naked in front of him, and you could tell even just from his gaze that he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
"I want you." You said to him as you shuddered feeling his touch on your waist. His hands traveled from your sides to your hips and then thighs, you would like to think that he was admiring your body. Then, from under his breath he whispered to you.
"You are beautiful."
You blush at his words, and even more when you felt his lips on yours again. It was easy for your hand to find the zip on his pants since he wasn't wearing armor, and pull out his arousal. You stroked him and felt his kiss getting aggressive, and his member pulsated in your palm.
He lifted your hips a bit so you were aligned with him, his tip just gently resting against you. You were wet and you didn't need to check to know, because you were with him and you were going to be his. Not much thought passed through your mind other than him. You thought of no consequences of your actions, nothing. You didn't even realize that you were unprotected.
As he entered you, you gasped and held onto him for support. He was hard and warm, and throbbing inside you. You heard him let out a satisfied moan as he moved slowly and gently so you could adjust to the feeling of him. When he pushed himself all the way into you, you let out a short breath and felt yourself tighten around him out of pleasure.
It didn't even bother you that you were doing this in the office on his table as he began to pump into you at a steady speed. You moan said his name, his codename, every time you felt him push through your tight walls and hit your sensitive spot. You wish you had known his real name, because you would definitely be calling that instead. He felt so good inside you, he was big and filling, and he moved with such care.
You tried to keep your moans to a minimum, but Doc was making it increasingly difficult with his more and more powered thrusts. You felt a heat in the center of your body and a tingling feeling rising as he sped up. The wet sound of his body slamming against yours pushed you towards orgasm even more.
Finally, you felt him harden inside you as he approaches his limit. You clung onto him as he whispered your name against your ear, his breath hot and panting. You told him you loved him and you moaned loudly as you came and rode it out with his continuing thrust. He didn't last much longer after you and let out a sigh as he emptied himself into you and kept himself bucked against you until his penis stopped pulsing inside you.
You found his lips and kissed him again, your face damp with sweat and you imagined him to be the same beneath his uniform. The taste of him lingered on your lips as he pulled himself out of you and cleaned himself properly. After a moment, while you were still busy recollecting your thoughts and panting, he spoke with an almost melancholy tone.
"Forgive me… I…"
He couldn't finish what he was saying before making himself decent again and exiting the room in a fleeing motion. You hurried and put your clothes on, but he was far and gone beyond your sight. It was then you lifted yourself off the table and rational thoughts began to catch up to you.
And they made you feel upset, the way he apologized and left. You felt the thrill of orgasm wear off and all that was left was… nothing.
(Have this little bit for now, I'll update ASAP with what happens next. There's a reason why they kept you around... the reason is most definitely not for my convenience of writing smut, ahem. Hope you enjoyed the read!)