A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. For any of you Lady Gaga fans, last night I went to see her in concert in Cleveland. Go see her on tour if you have the chance. It will seriously blow you away in every sense of the term. Absolutely fantastic.
Patxaran
I ran my fingers over her skin, watching her sleep. Her hair was a mess, her body still glistening with sweat. She was beautiful.
I sighed and rolled over.
So I had finally gotten her into bed with me, but...how was I going to keep her? I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine, not Aldo's.
She moaned before rolling over, grasping the pillows. I pushed a strand of hair out of her face, and she slowly opened her eye, looking up at me.
I brushed her cheeks, making my way to the black satin eyepatch she wore.
"Can I take this off?" I asked softly, feeling around band in the back.
"No." she pushed my hands away, sitting up before grabbing her damp dress off the ground.
"Wait, where are you going?" I asked.
"Back to my room." she shrugged her shoulder, grabbing her underwear off the ground before all but sprinting to the door.
"Annabelle!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the bed, but by the time I had gotten halfway across the room she slammed the door behind her.
"Fuck." I swore before throwing my fist into the wall. I wanted her. I loved her. I needed her. So why the hell couldn't I have her?
This was my own fault. She had been in love with me and I took of her for granted. Now Aldo wanted her and...she was fucking with both of us, literally and figuratively.
I looked down at the empty space next to me in the bed. It still smelled like her. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.
Her breasts, Nice and warm. Big, soft.
Her legs. Long, lean, extending for miles.
Her voice, husky, seductive. God damn she was perfect.
I needed her back, and I was damn well going to do whatever it took it get her back.
"You okay?"
I looked up to find Aldo standing before me, soaked in...blood.
"Um, yeah." I stood up.
He put his arms behind his back, looking down at me with one of those looks that let me know that he could sense something was wrong. I sighed.
"Got anyone downstairs?" I asked.
"No. Accidentally killed 'em. C'mere."
He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat at the kitchen table before taking me upstairs to my room. As soon as he closed the door behind him I turned around, putting my hands on my hips. No way was I sleeping with him within hours of having sex with Donny. I did have that much respect.
"Talk." he leaned against the door, pulling a toothpick out of his breast pocket.
"Fine, I slept with Donny."
I watched for his reaction. Slight twitch of the eyebrow. Pulling at the corner of his mouth. He was upset but...he was calm.
"I knew it was only a matter of time." he sighed, shrugging.
"I'm sorry." I sat down on the bed, looking down.
He walked over to me, getting down on one knee before resting his hands on my thigh.
"Yeh made it clear yeh were gonna decide eventually. I know yeh ain't usin' anyone, so do what yeh need. Just...I can' do this with yeh forever."
I nodded, I had no plans on letting this go on forever. Not even for the next year. Being between two guys was hard.
"I know, I promise I won't have you either. Thanks for understanding though." I smiled.
He nodded, remaining silent for a bit.
"Alrighty then see ya later." he said before standing up.
"Wait." I grabbed his hand as he made it to the door. He turned around and I stood on my toes, giving him the softest of kisses.
"Yeh underestimate my restraint." he sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I know." I smiled, before backing away. He opened the door before departing, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Not a good thing.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't do anything.
I loved him. I loved both of them.
More than anything.
Shit.
What was I supposed to do? I couldn't pick one without breaking the others heart. Donny had been there first, but Donny had also broken my heart, and Aldo had been there to pick up the pieces. Aldo had been the one that beat the shit out of him as soon as he walked back through that front door. He had been the one that held me. Watched me soak in the bathtub with my bruised and bloody body.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I felt more and more guilty every moment of the day. The fact that I was playing with two guys heads and hearts. Not to mention dicks.
That was a part of the battle I didn't even want to think about. Yeah Donny was bigger. Oh, much bigger. Nice huge cock. Throbbing. Mushroom-shaped head.
But Aldo certainly knew how to use his better. The way he moved inside of me. He seemed to know everything about pleasing a woman.
I heard footsteps.
I looked up from my spot on the couch to find Archie walking into the room.
"Hey Archie, what are you guys up to tonight?" I asked, standing up. Everyone was suited up in uniform. I hadn't seen any action in weeks now. I was itching to get out.
"We're meeting Bridget in a tavern up in Paris."
"Wait...how long have you guys been planning this?" I asked, realizing for the first time that I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
"Few days. Why?"
"What the fuck does no one tell me anything anymore?" I exclaimed before standing up and bolting from the room, trying to find Aldo or Donny or someone.
"SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!" I screamed.
Omar pushed past me, making his way up the stairs without even looking at me. I crossed my arms.
"What's the problem?"
I turned around to find Donny behind me. In that second every single emotion welled up inside of me and I slapped him across the face.
"Ow! What the hell!" he exclaimed.
"What the hell? What, do you make it a point not to fucking tell me anything? All of you are fucking going out tonight and no one even bothered to mention it to me?"
He sighed before grabbing me and pushing me under the staircase, holding me against the wall. I pushed his arms off of me before tapping my foot in irritation.
"Look, I'm sorry but...we all talked it over and agreed that you should stay here."
"Who's 'we'?"
"Me, Aldo, Archie, Possibly Hugo you're the only one that understands what he says."
"So what, I can't make my own decisions?"
"It's not that. We're doing it for your own good. You were fucking experimented on."
Not to mention almost killed by you, but I didn't say that out loud.
"Besides, you'll be easily recognized now."
"Oh, and you're not? I may have lost an eye but you're the one walking around a one hundred feet with a baseball bat!"
Donny sighed.
"Please just...do it for me. Or him. Whoever. You'll get back into the field eventually, just not tonight."
"Eventually. Right. Like that word ever means anything."
And as I pushed past him and made my way up the stairs, the words echoed in my mind. Did those words I had repeated to Aldo earlier really mean anything?
I didn't even want to think about it.
No call.
No nothing.
"Right before everyone left, Aldo had told me he would find a payphone to let me know how everything went. He gave me an estimated four hours."
It was now going on five and a half, and I had yet to hear a word from any of them.
"Shit." I swore, sitting down on the kitchen counter.
I had managed to keep myself busy for the last few hours. Watching television. Cleaning up the mess living in a house full of men made. Walking thorough the garden.
I had even gotten all dolled up for the boys return. The entire house was empty. Silent. I was lonely. It almost made me think about going out and looking for a stray dog or something.
Wait, now was no time to be thinking about pets.
He hadn't;t given me an address, so it wasn't like I could drive up to the place. What if something had gone horribly awry, Everyone was hurt, or worse...the obvious.
"Fuck." I hopped off the counter before walking over to the bridge and pulling out a bottle of rye whisky. I don't know how they had managed to have all this alcohol flown in from the states but it sure was nice having it around here.
I uncapped the bottle, downing it without a thought. As I swallowed, I set it down before trying to stop the buzzing in my head. Trying to think.
Sometimes things went a little off schedule. What if I was just overreacting?
Something told me I wasn't.
Within minutes I began to panic. My heart was pounding. This would be the worst possible time to have a panic attack, when I was alone. Axelle had always been there with pills and a hug whenever I was stricken with a panic attack. Now I had no one.
I looked down at the ring on my finger. Felt the chain around my neck.
Was there anyone I could think of that could get in contact? We really stayed to ourselves with the exception of the occasional hooker. Aldo had never mentioned making friends with anyone down here. I doubted the hooker he had brought in a few months ago would know how to get into contact with him.
Asking around in Paris would just arouse suspicion, and possibly police involvement, and we didn't want that. There were officers crawling all over France, and even the ones on the Allied Forces side wouldn't appreciate our tactics.
My heels clicked across the floor and I paced back and forth. What if I lost them? What if I lost Hugo? Archie? God damn.
Just as I was almost driven to tears, I heard the sound of tires, crunching on gravel. Being carefully. I grabbed the silver .32 Beretta holstered to my thigh before opening the front door and stepping outside.
I pulled back the hammer just as the car pulled up, lowering the gun. It was Aldo's.
Something was wrong.
I ran up to the car, just as the opened the door. Aldo, Donny, Utivich, Omar, and Bridget. She was bloody as hell.
"Wait...where's Archie and Hugo?" I asked.
Donny said nothing, literally shoving me out of the way and rushing up to the front door. Donny and Omar helped a bleeding Bridget into the house and Aldo rushed past me, leaving only Utivich.
"Wait." I cornered him, pushing him against the outer wall of the house.
"Sorry, but I-"
"Where are they?" I asked.
"I have to get inside." he pushed past me.
I gritted my teeth before lunging forward and giving him a hard shove. He fell to the ground, and I put a foot on his chest, pulling out the gun again.
"Where are they?" I said more firmly.
He blushed bright red, looking up (I don't think on purpose) my dress.
"I...there was an accident."
"What kind of accident? Is Hugo okay?" I dropped to my knees.
Utivich said nothing, but continued to stare at me stupidly. I got so angry that I fired off a warning shot two inches from his head, making him jump.
"IS HE OKAY?" I screamed.
Aldo ran out of the house, throwing open the front door, thinking we had been attacked.
He stopped in front of us, looking from the gun in my hand to Utivich lying on the ground.
"What the hell are ye doin?" he asked angrily.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?" I screamed, my voice wavering.
Aldo stared at me for a hard minute.
"Dead."