Chapter 10
May 10, 1940
3:45 a.m.
"Beatrice, wake up."
...
"Beatrice,"
...
"We're here. Wake up."
I tilt my head up, squinting my eyes.
"What?" I ask while yawning
"We're here" he points out the windshield of his car to Bussy, France.
It's almost impressive at how fast we were able to get out of town. It's like we we're running from something, and maybe we we're. We were running from the conflict that was for sure going to rise. Half of the town already thought I was a whore, and there's still those supposed unknown rumors about Tobias.
It was hard breaking the news to Caleb, but I knew it had to be done. He yelled at me, at first. For being so frisky in my decisions. "You can't just run away from everything that scares you, Beatrice!" He said. He was right. I was scared. I didn't want to be, but Tobias was scared too. Scared for my safety. Eventually he calmed himself down, after figuring out that yelling wouldn't change my mind. So he tried to reason with me. He even offered up his own house, which was in the middle of the woods, surrounded by trees and nature. But I shook my head at him. "I don't want your house, Caleb. I want to get out of here, always have."
That is the truth. Ever since I was a child I dreamed of going to new York or Chicago. Some place totally out of proportion. But never had I ever thought about going to France. I sure as hell didn't think about going with Tobias.
So we packed our bags and said what the hell, let's do something wild. But there was just a tiny problem with the "luggage". More specifically, the dog. Tobias and I stared at the slap happy beast, wagging its tail back and forth. "We can't leave him," I said, shaking my head. "Of course not. There's just no room for him in the car." He replied back, crossing his arms. He squatted down to the dogs height, petting his golden locks. "We could always strap him to the roof." He chuckled as I slapped the back of his head. "Tobias Eaton!" He put his arms up in defense "I'm joking, I'm joking".
Tobias put his finger in the air. "I've got it!" He said, running back into the house. He came back out with an empty suit case in hand. "Well. I suppose he could fit in here," he gestured to the bag. I gasped at him. "Your kidding!"
He replied back with a cheeky grin,
"Afraid not"
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"This is it." I say in awe, standing in front of our house.
"This is it" he copies, hauling my suit case inside
I would move, but my legs don't seem to be working at the moment. It all seems too surreal. Doubt washes over me, making the insides of my stomach twist and turn. Why did we do this? Why did we have to move to France? Why did we leave so quickly?
"Oh!" Tobias stands in front of me, eyes wide
"I'm so sorry, Beatrice. I almost forgot."
"Forgot what?" I ask
He smiles at me, and takes my face in his hands. His lips press against mine softly while his thumb rubs over my cheek bones continuously. I sigh against his mouth, my arms laying flat against my side as I enjoy this pleasant moment.
"This," he mumbles, before picking me up bridal style and scampering into the house, me squealing in his arms. He slams the front door while I watch the dog prance around the house, sniffing the unfamiliar French ground. I feel his hands slip around my waist and his chest press against my back.
"We don't have a bed." He starts
"But we do have a table"
He directs my head to the room on the left. Sure enough, there stands a sturdy oak table. I turn around, looking him up and down before saying,
"That's perfect"
He swallows hard, eyes low as I unbutton my dress. Before I know it I stand in front of him, bare naked. I cock my eyebrows up.
"What are you waiting for?"
He picks me up by my waist, sliding me gracefully onto the table. I help him rip off his pants, hands roaming anxiously.
I grab onto his shoulders as his hips move, resting my chin in the crook of his neck. He sets his hands on my thighs, gripping onto my flesh. I sigh out his name multiple times before laying back on the table. I wrap my legs around him, my arms bent behind my head. His lips part, giving out a satisfying grunt. His hair is matted with sweat already, and his nostrils flare as he leans in. I look to his right, expecting to see his side, but instead I see a drooling tounge and black eyes. I sit up at the sudden change of scenery.
"What is it?" Tobias asks
I point to the golden retriever.
"He's just...watching..." I say, covering my bare chest with my hands
Tobias chuckles
"He must be enjoying this then,"
"Your a sick bastard. I hope you know that." He says to the dog. I slap at his shoulder
"Make him go somewhere else."
"Fine, fine" he grumbles shooing the dog off with his hand. I can't help but smirk at his bare ass. He turns around, spreading my legs for me.
"Alright?"
I nod
"Lay back down, please"
I do as he says, my back pressing against the wood as he climbs on top of me. He redirects my legs around him as he enters me again. The table barely shakes, which is surprising since his movements are fast and forceful. I prop myself up on my elbows as he kisses my neck, open mouthed. A long moan escapes from my lips as my head droops back.
"Dammit!" I smack the table with my hand as I see the golden blob out of the corner of my eye.
"Tobias, he's watching us again!" I whine, frustrated
He looks over to the sneaky little canine. He sits up, bringing me along with him. He runs a finger down my spine, making me involuntarily shudder. He leans his head in and whispers,
"Let him"
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I slice the carrots into thin little slivers before tossing them into the boiling pot.
I always enjoyed cooking. I'm pretty damn good at it too. I remember cooking for my family when I was younger. They applauded my talent, my mom whispering to my dad, "she got it from me". It's something I can take pride in. There's nothing more satisfying than a well prepared dish made with my bare hands. I guess it's like that with a child. You hope for people to love your creation, savor it. But even if they don't, that's alright, because you love it, you cherish it. And you don't give a damn if no one else does.
I sprinkle some spices here and there, adding to my masterpiece
"Tobias," I yell, turning off the cooler
"Lunch is ready!" I here him stomping down the stairs, and get out two bowls
He takes the bowls from my hands, but I stop him.
"No, no, no. It's my turn to serve you. Sit down." I point to the ground, since we don't have any chairs and there's no way in hell were eating on the table we just had sex on. I scoop out the chili, watching as it drops lazily into the glass.
I sit down next to him, handing him his. He takes a heaping bite, a spare bean dripping from his chin. For a moment he's silent.
"This is really good" he says in a hushed tone. I smirk at him while sliding the spoon in my mouth
"I know"
There's a sudden knock on the door, and Tobias's head pops up, as well as the dog's. He looks at me for a moment, confusion evident in his eyes
"Probably just the neighbors" I reassure him, patting his knee
He nods
"Yes, of course. I'll be right back" he sets his food next to my leg and gets up, heading toward the door. I hear the squeak of the hinges, and wait for the conversation to start. I can't see who came, there's a wall blocking my view.
Minutes pass, and I still don't hear anything. Maybe he went outside? I set my bowl down next to his. The dogs ears flatten against his head, bottom lip curled down. Either Tobias has dissolved into the air, or the neighbor isn't as friendly as I hoped. Footsteps shuffle against the floor, and I straighten my posture. Relief floods over me when I see Tobias standing in the middle of the doorway. But there's something not quite right about his expression.
He breathes out his next sentence, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as he says,
"The Germans are here"
AUTHORS NOTE
Oooooohhhh. Looks like this story just took a twist. I'm sorry if you guys think the sex scenes are too..."graphic". If you don't like it, don't read it. But I am going to change the rating to "M". Please tell me what you think of this sudden turn of events in the comments! Any ideas on how the war should affect Beatrice and Tobias's life?