Title: Secrets, Lies & Betrayal
Summary: Pasha, Dovchenko & Stalin all have something in common. What is that you ask? Irina Spalko. Why? You'll soon find out.
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She let her worries and concerns wash away as the warm water enveloped her body. She lay her head back on the edge of the metal bathtub she was bathing in and closed her eyes. She thought about Dovchenko, Stalin and Pasha. She let her dainty hands trail for the water as her mind contemplated each and every one of them. Why was she puzzling over them? All would be revealed.
"Dovchenko!" Irina Spalko barked loudly from the makeshift bathroom in her tent. Her second in command quickly rushed to the closed curtain. "Yes Colonel?" He asked.
"Come and massage my shoulders. I'm a little tense" She commanded. She heard Dovchenko hesitate a little before speaking again. "But… aren't you in the bath Colonel?" He asked.
"Yes. Oh for God's sake just come in! The bubbles are covering me up if nudity scares you" She yelled. He quickly pulled back the curtain to lay eyes on his leader. Irina Spalko was a beautiful woman. She had jet-black hair cut into a neat layered bob which finished at her jawline with a short fringe finishing just above her eyebrows. She had soft pale skin and the most beautiful, entrancing icy blue eyes he had ever seen. She had long eyelashes and a slender body. She was also incredibly tall and most of the soldiers under her command thought things about her that should not be thought of someone in her position. Dovchenko was very protective over her. That was his job after all…
Pasha was lead on the leafy floor of the camp they had set up in the middle of the Amazon. He was looking up at the stars and trying to find the constellations that his father always spoke of when he was young but his mind was somewhere else. His thoughts were full of 'her'. He wished that her uniform where more flattering so that he could truly appreciate her curves instead of just imagining. He truly envied Dovchenko. He knew that Dovchenko was closer to her than he would ever be. Unless he changed that.
Sometimes, he would sneak around to the back of her tent without anyone realising and sneak a peek at her while she was getting ready for bed. He could have sworn that once he saw the outline of a breast and maybe even a nipple. His mind might have wanted him to imagine that though. All of his sexual fantasies were about her.
He imagined walking into her tent to find her drunk. She would let him undress her, touch her, lick her, kiss her, bite her, smell her, suck her and ravish her wildly. He would do things that he had always wanted to do. He would touch her in ways that she had never been touched. He imagined his tongue writhing in her mouth as he pressed her down against the bed. He imagined his face buried into her sweet smelling neck as they both came harder than they ever had before.
He needed her. He wanted her. And he was going to get her. No matter what it took.
Josef Stalin was staring out of the open window smoking a cigar when 'she' crossed his mind. She was his fair-haired girl. His favourite scientist. He remembered the day that she first walked into his office. Seventeen and barely a young adult. She was beautiful then as well. He found her to be of interest when he saw her in action. Her skill and knowledge at her age was shocking to him.
She knew fencing, martial arts, parapsychology, techniques to control breathing and heart rate, meditation, psychic abilities that no one could understand and most importantly the strength and fitness to be the perfect soldier. He knew how his men would react to a woman Colonel but he also knew that she would be sure to put them in their place. He had seen what she could do. She was seemingly frightened of nothing and no one. Seemingly. He had seen her flip grown men over her head, complete essays that would usually take days in 2 hours. She was amazing to him.
Not to mention the attraction he had towards her. She had no idea what he had been doing to her all of the years that he had known her. He had a dark and vile secret that he had hid from everyone. Sometimes, even himself. He had nearly slipped up one time, when he said about the small birthmark in the curve of her back. He claimed that he had read it in her file and thank god she believed him. That would ruin it all. Or would it?
So many secrets. So many fantasies. It's only a matter of time before it's all revealed.