Chapter: Caresses
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The crew is sitting around on the tank, waiting for some sort of plan to do. They find themselves picking one another or playing a game of cards as they wait for an order. Hearing boots coming towards them, they look up to see Don coming towards them with a look of seriousness.
"What's the game plan?" Bible asked, looking up from his worn down leather cover Bible.
"We are to head out across Germany with the 3rd platoon where there is kraut activities ranging. They need more power, thus, sending out a group of tanks with us out there." Don explained, his hands on his hips.
"We do we have to head out?" Grady asked, leaning back up against the tank.
"Now."
They crew made faces before climbing up onto the tank, going to their hatches and swinging them open. They slid inside while Nayla stands on the top near the main hatch, watching Don climb up the tank and stand beside her, staring at her.
"It's going to be a long trip and this is going to be the most intense battle that you have ever been in. Listen to everything I say. Do not get out of the tank unless otherwise."
"I know, Don, you don't have to tell me all of this."
Looking into her eyes before reaching out to wipe dirt from her cheek, he nods his head with a small grin as he knew that she will only do something on his command. Now that they have this relationship going—without the crew knowing yet—he finds himself even more overprotective over her.
"Get your ass inside."
"Aye, aye, sergeant." Nayla replied, saluting him while bending down to get into the main hatch to get inside the tank.
Don pats her on the butt to hurry her up as the tank is started up. Nayla flips him off before jumping inside with Don following behind, but keeping the top half of his body outside.
Grabbing the com from inside, Don brings it up to his mouth.
"Let's move out." Don commanded.
Pulling on her helmet and clipping on the microphone neckpiece around her neck, Nayla grabs Don helmet and tosses it up to him. He catches it before pulling it on and buckling it up.
The tank starts to move forwards with other tanks lining before and after them into a single file line. The boys open their hatches up, hanging out of them to stare around at their surroundings before they will be locked up inside during the battle, the whole time.
Nayla climbs up the main hatch, chest to chest with Don, who smirks at her. She reaches behind her to grip the edge of the hatch hole and pulls herself up to sit on the edge with her legs inside.
Leaving the post, they begin to make long journey down a dirt road that leads through woods and plain grassy fields.
"Got something." Don said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling it out, holding a candy bar out to Nayla.
"Chocolate." Nayla happily said, accepting the bar of chocolate from a smirking Don.
"Her with her chocolate." Grady mumbled while Bible snickers.
"You know I was going to share this chocolate bar, but now, you're not getting any."
"Why not? Give me a piece because I can give to one of those ladies." Grady nods towards the women walking in a group alongside the dirt road.
There is many people walking alongside the fields, there is German soldiers in the mix waving white cloths to show that they are handing themselves over.
"Now, I'm definitely not giving you one."
"Why not?"
"Fuck you over chocolate? Really?"
"They'll do it." Gordo said through the helmet com.
Nayla shakes her head, not wanting to be believe such things, but she knew it is true. The desperation for food and safety is what everyone wants. Nayla plops a piece into her mouth while holding a piece to Don, who bites it out of her hand. Her eyebrows rose and so did Grady and Bible.
Both Grady and Bible glance at one another before looking back between Don and Nayla with raised eyebrows, but sly smirks.
"I got a question that we still haven't solve yet." Red announced.
"What's that?" Gordo replied, glancing at Red with a curious expression.
"Do you think Hitler would fuck us for a chocolate bar?"
"Oh my god." Nayla blurted out, not believing this is being brought up again.
A while back, weeks on end, the boys kept mentioning about this question and usually said it when they need a good laugh. Now, it is being brought up once again.
The boys laughed at the question while Nayla shakes her head and hands Don back the candy bar. He looks at her with raised eyebrows. Having Don and Nayla in clear view of them, Bible and Grady stare at them, wondering why Nayla gave Don back the chocolate bar.
"What's the matter?"
Taking a long inhale then exhales out of her nose, she gives Don a small innocent smile making him to know that whatever she is about to say is not going to be good. He feels himself moving unsteadily in his spot.
"If he fucks one of us for the chocolate bar, you can be first." Nayla calmly stated, patting Don on the shoulder with an innocent smile.
That got the boys to howl in laughter, especially at Don shocked expression. Nayla slowly finds herself laughing as he can see that she caught Don right off guard. Shutting his agape mouth, Don reaches down to grab hold of her right ankle and gave a tug.
A yelp escapes her as she falls forwards then down into the tank. That earned another round of laughter to go around.
Wanting to get back at him, Nayla stands up in the tank and she stares at the lower half of Don as he is standing. She reaches forwards and she grabs hold of the back of his thighs, very close to his butt.
"AYE OH!" Don shouted, jumping forwards as he felt the hard grabs of the back of his legs.
"What's she doing to you?" Grady asked to Don while wagging his eyebrows.
"Nothing you'll have." Nayla shouted up through the hatch.
"Ouch." Bible snickered while Grady pouts but then reaches out to touch Bible's mustache to make Bible to stop laughing at him.
"Stop! Stop trying to touch my mustache."
"I just want to pet it." Grady sticks his tongue out as he is determine to touch Bible's mustache, but Bible keeps dodging him and smacking his hands away.
"Stop it!"
"Enough you two." Don stated, looking away but looks down into the main hatch hole to see Nayla steal the chocolate bar from out of his coat pocket send him a wink. Catching her in the act, Don bends down so his face is inside and smirks at her.
"Going to fuck me for a chocolate bar, sweetheart?" Don asked, keeping the com away from them so the men won't hear them.
"I'm not that desperate." Nayla replied covering her microphone for the others to not hear.
Nayla glances around the tank to see that all the men are outside of the tank causing her to look back at Don and she leans forwards to peck his lips. A deep sigh escapes from his nose and he opens his eyes once she pulls away.
Waving the bar, Nayla sits herself down in Don seat inside the tank and starts to enjoy the chocolate goodness. Don chuckles while pulling himself up straight again and stares around at their surroundings with a charming smirk.
"So, I assume that we still don't have an answer about Hitler fucking one of us for a chocolate bar?" Red blurted out and once again a round of laughter went around.
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In the distance they can hear the battle going on over a hill.
They are within a small town, taking a break from a long journey of traveling all day. They find themselves debating whether to move right in or wait until morning. However, the thought of being the reinforcements, they will have to move in as quickly as possible.
At the moment, everyone is checking over their weapons, their ammo while the tank crews are checking over their tanks to make sure that everything is working smoothly.
The town people silently watch them preparing themselves to head into war. Some of the foot soldiers were chatting away to ladies or exploring the small town out, taking extra food or winter clothes for the battlefield.
Standing outside and away from everyone, Nayla is staring off in the distance of where the intense battle is happening. This will be one of the toughest and even more dangerous battle that the Fury crew has enter with Nayla. The crew already been through all sorts of battles, but Nayla never been to one this intense. The boys keep saying how fucking crazy it is going to be that they didn't know what the outcome will be.
Lifting a wallet size photo up, Nayla smiles at the image of her son.
"He looks like you."
Nayla glances over her left shoulder at Don, who steps to the side of her and stares at the photo of her son, Tristan. Don sees how the little boy has Nayla dark chocolate brown hair, pale sea foam greenish blue eyes and the shape of them.
"Yeah, but he got his father's nose and mouth…I want you to meet him when we get back to the states. He'll like you." Nayla said, looking away from the image to stare slightly up at Don.
"Where do you live?"
"Well, my family and I used to live in Boston until I hit the age of fifteen. That is when we moved down to the islands, or should I say Martha Vineyard. We moved there when my father's restaurants and winery started to expand."
"Your father owns restaurants and a wine yard? Are you rich?" Don blurted out, not able to contain the thought within his head.
"I would say comfortable."
"And you come here in this fucking shithole?" Don asked, not believing that Nayla would come here to be a nurse while she can be living on a nice island with her family and enjoy life.
"My late husband was a soldier and I wanted to serve my country. I wanted to take a risk and do something that I will always remember. Something for people to say that they are proud of me."
"Well, you'll definitely remember all of this afterwards." Don dryly replied making Nayla to roll her eyes while tucking her son's photo into one of her coat pockets.
"How much time do we got left, Don?" Nayla softly asked, staring out in the distance where gun firing, explosions and tank cannons are going off.
Turning to face the direction that she is staring off into, Don rests his hands on his hips and licks his bottom lip. Making a click with his tongue, he turns the top half of his body to stare at her.
"Probably about twenty minutes." Don told her.
They hear footsteps coming up behind making them to glance back to see a soldier coming up to them.
"What is it?"
"We are informed that planes are coming in to drop bombs onto the battlefield. We are delayed to move in. If it's a success, we will not be going in, but instead moving forwards into Nazi territory." The soldier informed them before running off to go inform this new information with the rest of the 3rd platoon.
Nayla stares at Don as he runs his right hand over his hair and he drops his hand on his side. A large smoke fog comes from his nose as he lets out a long and loud exhale. The coldness making their heavy breathing visible.
"Change of time now. Probably waiting for an hour or until we get that future information." Don said, looking back at Nayla now.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go find a nice warm house or something. It's what, middle of December and we are standing out here like its April. No thanks." Nayla quickly said before walking off to find some nice town person to let her stay within their warm home.
"That's not a bad idea, sweetheart." Don mumbled.
With long strides, Don caught up with Nayla and he walks alongside her, speaking in German to town people about letting them sit within one of their homes for warmth.
A nice old man step forwards and volunteer to house them in the empty apartment upstairs. The old man explained that it used to be occupied, but the previous owner left to join the Nazi party.
Standing back, Nayla and Don watch the old man unlock the upstairs apartment door and holds it open with a smile. Nayla steps in first, looking around the furnished apartment before looking at Don to see if he is following.
Instead, Nayla takes notice of the old man whispering something to Don and then smiling while patting Don on the shoulder. The old man nods at Nayla before looking back at Don with another pat on the shoulder.
"What was that?"
"He said you are a beautiful woman and I'm lucky to have you." Don admitted, shutting the apartment door behind him.
"That's kind of him. Should we inform the others that we have a place to stay?" Nayla said, walking towards one of the living room windows that looks down at the tanks.
As Nayla went to open the window, Don grabs her hands and pulls them away from the window latch.
"Don?"
"Let's just keep this peaceful time to ourselves for a bit." Don mouth is near her left ear, his breath fanning across the shell of her ear and causing goosebumps to appear all over her body.
Heat from his body is starting to radiate off of him and onto her. She can feel his hard body press up against her back, his hands sliding off of her hands to come rests on her hips and his face burying against the left side of her neck.
"Don?"
"Hmm?" Don hums against the side of her neck, his hands gliding off of her hips and now wrapping his arms around her stomach.
"We are standing before the window and Bible is waving up to us."
"What!" Don pulls away, peeking over Nayla left shoulder to see a smiling Bible, pointing up at them before making a heart with his hands.
That caused Don to roll his eyes before walking away from the window, doing his nervous habit of running one of his hands over the middle section of his hair. Nayla waves back at Bible before she turns away from the window and stares at Don pacing.
"What's the matter?"
"I didn't want them to know just yet."
"Don, it is bound to happen. But I can understand the predicament of a relationship with a crew member in the tank. If you don't want this to be something until the war is over then fine. But right now, I can give two fucks."
Stopping in his pacing halfway through her comment, Don jaw flexes and he swallows a bit harder. He shakes his head at the thought of not having a relationship until the end of the war. The thought of that made him cringe because he doesn't know if something would happen. If so, then he wants to have a good memory or time.
"No, we are not going to wait until this war ends." Don pointed at her.
"I guess that solve it then, doesn't it, sunshine." Nayla threw her hands up and said before dropping them back against her sides with a slap against her pants.
"Guess so. That makes me think how I don't want to wait when it comes to things because you do not know if something will happen the next minute or second." Don explained, stepping back towards her and reaching out to rest his hands upon her shoulders.
"Whatever is going through your mind right now Don, I don't think we have enough time for that." Nayla hinted, eyeing him up before giving him a small grin.
"You don't know that." His voice held mischief and so did his eyes as his hands find their way onto her hips, his thumbs caressing the top of her hip bones.
"Don."
"Nayla." Don mocked before tugging her up against him so there is no space left between them. Her hands resting up against his chest and she feels herself stepping backwards as Don begins to walk forwards.
The mischief twinkle in his eyes became even more prominent making Nayla to know that Don is about to do something to her. And as if reading his mind, Don bends down and lifts her up over his shoulder, placing her right on top of his right shoulder with his right arm holding her on.
"Don! Put me down right now!" Nayla exclaimed, grabbing the back of his jacket as he begins walking across the apartment living room and towards these two doors. Kicking them open, they swung out and hit the walls before slowly swinging back but halting halfway open.
All Nayla can see is wood floors until she is thrown into the air with a startle scream escaping from her. Her back meets a soft surface, slightly bouncing on it too. Sitting up onto her hands, Nayla sees that she is now on a bed. Eyes flickering towards Don, he is already appearing above her with his hands press on the bed on either side of her head.
Seeing the clear intentions, Nayla gives Don a shake of the head with a small grin.
"You're being sly lately, Don."
"Only towards you." He jokily replied, bending down to take in her lips with his own.
Pressing body against each other, hands moving around until they find skin and greedy run their hands over the newfound warm skin. Lips not leaving each other until Don pulls away begin kissing and nipping down the left side of her jawline to laying kisses.
As Nayla runs her hands down his stomach, feeling his abs flex and she moves her hands lower to the top of his pants, she not only feels him tense up and let out a low, deep exhale, but they heard banging on the apartment door.
Dropping his head into the crook of her neck, Don lets out a loud groan of frustration as they are always interrupted. But then again, what can he expect when they are in a war.
There is frustration in Nayla too as she had been finding herself enjoying this moment together. She even wanted to go further, but they are interrupted once again. She runs her right hand through Don hair before she gently pats Don on his back to get up and off of her.
Sliding off of her, Don begins to mumble German underneath his breath while fixing his clothes and himself since he had been guilty turn on through that intimate moment. Relaxing his body back down, Don makes away out of the bedroom and heads to the front door of the apartment.
Swinging open the door, Don is finding himself staring in Bible's eyes, but also, the soldier that had reported to Don earlier about further instructions.
"What's the news?" Don firmly asked, staring down the young soldier that begin to fidget in their spot underneath Don strict stare.
"We are to move on through to liberate a city. There is still fighting happening, but more airstrikes are going to be happening at the time. We have to get the 3rd platoon tanks through."
"Sounds good." Don replied causing the young soldier to nod before quickly walking off leaving Bible behind to stare at Don with a smirk.
"You're shirts untucked and you seem piss off than usual. How's Nayla?"
"I'm fine, Bible." Nayla appeared behind Don and poking her head around Don body.
"Since when did you two hook up?"
"Back at the post. Now, let's keep this on the down low until the right time. We got work to do." Don said while fixing his uniform.
While Don walks off, Nayla stands before Bible, who is still grinning.
"Stop it."
"He must've not gotten far."
"Really, Boyd? Really?" Nayla smacks him off the arm, shaking her head.
"He's more pissed off and hard ass than usual." Bible told her, waving his hands into the direction that Don disappeared to.
A few seconds they walked in silence until they were getting closer and closer to their tank did Nayla spoken out.
"You're right. He does appear to be a harder ass than usual."
Watching Don snapping at Grady and Gordo to hurry their asses up since both Gordo and Grady had run off early to find some women. Both Bible and Nayla stand back and watch as Don yells and scowls the two grown men like children.
"Yep, big time." Bible nods causing Nayla to burst out laughing.
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