Hi all! I do not own the Boy in the Striped Pajamas, although I do own Claudia and I WISH I own Lieutenant Kurt Kotler, but hey, I kind of am when I hook him up with my protagonist :D.

So yeah, anyway, there is some speaking of the French language in this chapter, and I tried my best to translate, but anyway, if anyone does see any errors, please, tell me about them so that I can correct them!

Anyway, let's get to the feature presentation!

- Nagiana

It was a hot, balmy day; insufferable really. The sun hung smoldering and unforgiving in the cloudless blue sky and almost every window in the manor was open in order to offer some sort of relief to the unfortunate people trapped inside its walls. Claudia was sitting on the window seat of her bay window, looking down on the courtyard below. She was wearing a slinky silk, light pink robe that Nicholaus had given her for her last birthday (a very fun birthday, Claudia reflected with a lazy smile). She was completely naked underneath, her feet were barren of socks or shoes and her hair was clipped back into a messy ponytail behind her head. Claudia was miserable, Hell, everyone was miserable today. Even her father had been short with her today because of the insufferable heat, and that almost never happened.

Everyone was miserable, however, except for the two in the courtyard.

Kurt was washing the car, a fitting exercise for today's heat and Gretel was leaning up against the car beside him, trying to look attractive in a new yellow sundress that made her look like an egg cooked sunny-side up and a Nazi newspaper in her hand. Bruno was swinging gently in his tire swing a couple of meters away, reading an assignment from him and Gretel's tutor, Herr Liszt and a look of boredom on his cute features. Kurt said something and Gretel laughed flirtatiously, arching her back from the car and sticking out her barely-growing breasts, trying to entice him.

Claudia laughed lightly as she let her head fall back, where it gently hit the wooden wall she was sitting up against with a soft 'thud'. Oh, it was times like these when she dearly missed Nicholaus's presence. At the look of boredom flitting across her features on such a hot day like this, he would have done dragged her to the bed, had them both stripped of all clothing and would be inside her before Claudia's brain even registered what was happening. They would make love as languid and as warm as the day was and Claudia had to admit, no matter how much she hated him at the moment, that Nicholaus Reinhardt was the best man that she had ever had in bed so far. They would have done it despite the heat if only it would have staved off the impending death by boredom.

Oh, it would and when they were done, the day always seemed a Hell of a lot cooler than before they started.

Of course, if Claudia wanted to . . . if she had nothing better to do, that is, it would be quite easy to steal Kurt's affections from Gretel. Gretel was just a little girl, with her board-like body and barely-there tits. Claudia would be eye fodder for Kurt if she chose to be.

On second though . . . Claudia was kind of bored . . .

She stood up and moved languidly over to her mirror, where she gazed at herself in the polished glass for a moment, finally seeing the dainty features that Nicholaus had supposedly fallen in love with and smiled when she realized that she did indeed somewhat miss the Lieutenant Colonel.

Claudia unclipped her hair and tossed it around her head, making it look like she had just woken up. It was still early, so that would be a suitable excuse. She decided to go barefoot and not wear flats or socks. It was too hot for shoes anyway. Hell, if Nicholaus were here, he would have said it was too hot for even clothes, but he wasn't and she couldn't exactly shut herself in her room all die. Now that would surely kill her.

She tied the sash of her robe more firmly around her waist and headed down the hall, down the stairs and then down the hall towards the front door, acting like she was going outside to enjoy the sunshine or to go say good morning to Bruno.

She opened one of the front doors and stepped out, where Claudia's eyes widened impossibly in slight surprise. It seemed cooler out here, than it did in the house! Actually, that was probably why Bruno was out here reading in the first place.

Gretel still had a flirtatious grin on her face, but that was swept from her face when she saw Claudia standing on the front steps, barefoot and clad in nothing but a slinky robe that outlined the curves and bust line that Gretel could never hope to have until she hit eighteen. Her face fell some, but then perked up in determination. Claudia grinned as she descended the steps and made her way past them to Bruno. It was sad, really, that Gretel thought she could compete.

Claudia stooped down on her haunches next to Bruno. "Hey little man, what are you reading?" Bruno gazed at her in boredom.

"I'm reading my homework. It's very boring." Claudia grinned.

"Why don't you explore?"

"I've already explored the garden! I want to explore the back garden!" Claudia cocked her head inquisitively.

"Why won't mummy and daddy let you explore the back garden?" Bruno shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno . . . they're dumb." Claudia smiled and chuckled in amusement as she ruffled his hair and stood.

"I'll talk to daddy about it, how's that?" Bruno grinned and nodded.

"That'd be great! Thanks, Claudie!" He thanked her excitingly and Claudia nodded and grinned as she turned around and headed for Gretel, Kurt and the soapy car, much to Gretel's chagrin.

"Good morning Gretel. How are you this fine morning?" Claudia asked her and Gretel nodded, swallowing.

"I'm good . . . you?"

Kurt glanced at Claudia as he swept the soapy rag over the car and Claudia felt his eyes roving her body as she stretched, standing up on her tip-toes and reaching for the sky. She grinned at the feeling, which was the same exact thing Nicholaus used to do while he sat at the table eating breakfast and reading the newspaper before he had to report for duty at the army dockyards. He had always kept his eyes on her until she looked at him, in which case a look would flash in his eyes that gave Claudia the incentive to run from the room, grinning and laughing. Nicholaus would oftentimes be hot on her heels, grinning and laughing as well, a predatory look of desire in his eyes. He would catch her, however, he always ended up catching her, and he would pick her up in his arms, their lips locked and his fingers shedding her clothes from her lithe, corded body as he carried her to whatever flat surface he was nearest to, most often the wall itself, in order to make love to her one last time before he had to leave.

"I slept good, thank you for asking. I can't sleep late at school, so I revel when I am able to sleep in an extra hour and don't get yelled at!" Gretel nodded, but still looked crestfallen that Claudia had joined them. Claudia turned her eyes onto Kurt.

"How about you, Lieutenant, did you sleep well?" She asked him, leaning on the car, her arms crossed on the hood. Kurt turned his eyes onto her for a split second, before they flitted down to her bared cleavage and in that split second, Claudia did not know why, but she blushed and stood up, where she moved a lock of her hair behind her ear. Kurt smiled a small smile and went back to washing the car.

"I slept very well, Madam Claudia, to answer your question." He answered her and Claudia nodded, but she sensed a double meaning behind the words. "You speak French, do you not?" Claudia nodded.

"Yes, I can a little . . . why?" Kurt ignored her and gestured with his head to Gretel standing beside him.

"J'ai fait l'amour avec vous dans mes rêves la nuit dernière." (1) He spoke without missing a beat, both in washing the car, and the steeliness of his expression. Claudia however, blushed and her eyes widened slightly.

"How dare you! I demand to know why!" She demanded of him, her voice croaky with an emotion that she could not place. Kurt looked up and leaned on the hood of the car, a look of smugness in his eyes and on his face.

"Parce que je veux savoir ce que vos goûts chatte comme." (2) He told her slowly and bluntly and Claudia's blush grew deeper. She was speechless, but at the same time, she was intrigued. She leaned on the hood, the same as he and a sultry grin graced her features. Kurt's grin grew a little bit wider as well. Fine, she would play his game.

"Really . . . did you like it?" Kurt laughed a little.

"Yes, it was very satisfactory." He replied.

"What was so satisfactory about it?" She asked in interest and one of Kurt's eyebrows rose.

"You sure you want to know?" He asked and Claudia nodded.

"Yes . . . I think I might." Kurt grinned before he glanced back at Gretel to make sure she couldn't hear. Gretel was silently steaming that she could not be in on the conversation. Kurt then leaned across the car and whispered in her ear,

"It was when you came, Claudia . . . so hard on my cock . . . that fireworks seemed to explode. The world seemed to quake and I awoke with such a . . . desire, that I could hardly think. I think I'm falling in love with you." Claudia turned to gaze at him, where she swallowed.

"It was just satisfactory?" She asked and Kurt smiled a small smile and shook his head.

"Nei. Det var fenomenalt." (3)

She gazed at him, her voice still choky. "Voulez-vous venir. . . ce soir?" (4)

Kurt grinned. "Watch for me."

(1) I made love with you in my dreams last night

(2) Very rough translation that I do not deem appropriate to write here, considering Claudia's reaction ;) Look it up if you must . . .

(3) No. It was phenomenal

(4) Will you come . . . tonight?