The truck ride back was awkward, with the woman seated between Donny and Levi as they spoke of trivial matters that she neither cared for or about.

"Yeah, well, hockey's at least difficult, with baseball all ya do is run laps!"

The Boston man scoffed indignantly, "What!? Are ya outta yer fuckin' mind?! All hockey is, is fuckin' figure skatin' with fellas!"

"At least it's violent!" Levi snapped, nudging Anna rather roughly, "tell 'im!"

"It is pretty violent." She said, sighing as her head lulled back against the truck. Aldo and Troy sat in the front, discussing what would come when they reached the camp site. Lucky sons of bitches in her mind.

"Baseball can be violent." Donny said, eyes slipping to the woman's passive face as he once again slid his hand from her knee down her inseam. Letting his fingers trail down the course material of her pants, he smirked in the darkness as she shuddered.

"I would hardly call hitting a ball with a stick violent." Levi said, rolling his eyes as he caught on to what the older man was doing, as Anna pushed his hand away from her. "And if you two are gonna play ass-grabby can ya at least be subtle about it?"

"Cock block."

Flushing, she crossed her legs to prevent it from happening again. "Did you at least have the common sense to take the splinters out?"

"Splinters?" Donny rose a brow, flexing his fingers in the dark.

"Yeah," Levi nodded, "be glad you didn't have the fuckin' masochist here butchering yer hands."

Shaking her head, Anna tilted it up at him, "you didn't, did you?"

"No…"

"Fuck! You know how long those things take to find? Let alone get out!?" She smacked him across the back of the head, "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"How was I supposed t'a know!?"

"You carry a bat around." Levi looked around the irate woman to him, "Didn't they bother you?"

"Well, when I'm beatin' a guy's head in, I'm not really payin' attention to my hands." Donny rolled his eyes as Anna shook her head, crossing her arms.

"You know how-ugh! Don't talk to me."

"What?"

"I said don't fuckin' talk to me." Standing unsteady in the truck, she moved away from them, "I deal with you later."

And she did. The camp was quiet when they arrived, and the superior officers bid the three good night. Pointing to the table a few feet away, where Aldo had some maps and various papers laid out, Anna ordered him to sit. Complying, the man watched her light an oil lamp as Levi sat down next to him.

"You know this is gonna hurt, right?" His brown eyes were heavy as he chuckled at the Bear Jew's expense.

"Shut up, Lev." Anna said, pushing some of his hair back from his face, "go get some sleep, I'll be over in a bit."

A groan of disapproval came from the boy, but he humored her. "Fine." He left the table, and disappeared to their side of the tunnel.

"'Kay," Anna exhaled, "Let's see 'em."

A smirk graced Donny face and she rolled her eyes, "oh, grow up, Donowitz. Gimmie yer hands."

"Oh, now you want my hands." He said, turning them over to her. "Anyone ever tell you yer a real pain in the ass, Connelly?"

"Yep." She moved the lamp a little closer to his hand as she brushed her finger tips over it. "Hm."

"What?" Donny shuffled a little closer, looking down at her slender fingers as they continued to caress his hand.

"They're in there deep." Pulling a pair of tweezers from the pack on her hip, she looked up at his bored face. "This might sting a little."

"Why would it-jesus!" He flinched as the metal prongs dug deep into his hand. Grinding his teeth he glared at her as she bit her lip. "You could at least pretend to feel bad about it."

"Hm." A smug grin crossed her features at the man as he leered at her. "Sorry."

"Bullshit."

Anna nodded, smiling now, "whatever you say, Donny."

The corner of his mouth lifted at the sound of his name, but he didn't address it. "So, you were at a camp?"

"Yep." Her movements became robotic as the smile fell. "Why?"

"How-" Donny cleared his throat as her fingers gently massaged part of his hand, "how are you supposed to react to that?"

Green eyes set on his as she quirked a brow, "To what?"

"All of it."

"Well," Anna's tongue ran over her teeth as she thought of an answer. Levi and Troy had both asked similar questions, and she knew that he must have been having what she deemed a side effect from what he had seen. "Some people have nightmares, other have flashbacks, uncontrollable rage…but I guess you already have that."

He chuckled and looked down at his hand. "Alright."

"Alright." She shrugged, going back to her work. Nimbly, she plucked through his hand, digging out any splinter she came across as she went on. "Why?"

"Just wonderin'," He muttered, resisting the urge to throw her over the table and rut into her like an animal. His eyes once again dropped down to her cleavage, and this time he reach out.

Her hands stilled as one of his brushed the top of her bra. Sliding under the tan jacket, Donny watched her face as he slid his hand over the strap, and down the cup to the middle. A scarlet hue drifted across her bruised cheeks as they locked eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak. But he retracted his hand before there could be any argument.

"Thank you." Anna said, licking her split lips as she let out a shaky breathe.

"You're welcome." He smirked, eyes glowing playfully in the dim light. "So, how's the hand, Doc?"

She stared at him a moment, still slightly dumbfounded by the gall of this man. "Don't tempt me, Donowitz."

"Why the hell not?" He chuckled, but his tone was serious. "You tempt me all the goddamn time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means ya dress like a goddamn whore and get away with it." Donny nodded toward her exposed chest, leaning in as he spoke. "Maybe if ya covered up a bit I wouldn't bother ya so much."

Anna leaned in as well, dropping her face low to his as she hovered about an inch from his mouth. He once again tore his eyes from hers, this time to her plump lips as she murmured, "Maybe I like being bothered."

Smirking as she pulled away, Anna shrugged nonchalantly. "But if it's so distracting, I suppose I could always trouble Renee for another outfit." His hand shot out to grab her but she jerked out of reach. "You play too rough."

"I like it rough," he smirked, offering his hand to her again as she sat back in her seat, apprehensive.

"I bet you do." She said, going back to his injuries after a moment of silence. Making sure he wouldn't pull another stunt, Anna closed her jacket.

"Aw." Donny pouted, "take the fun outta it, why don't'cha?"

"Sorry, can't be manhandling me while I'm workin'."

He licked his lips, eying the cut on her own pink ones, as he changed the subject. "So, Canada, huh?"

"Yep." She nodded, "you?"

"Boston." The man said, voice full of pride as he nodded. "Home of the Red Sox."

"Is that a big deal?" She asked, watching what could be viewed as either horror or shock come across his face.

"Big deal?! Big deal!? Of course it's a big deal!" Donny shook his head, "Don't you dare tell me you've never heard'a the goddamn Red Sox!"

"Sorry." Anna shrugged, smiling at his excitement. "I take it you're a fan than."

"Damn right I am! You've never heard of the Red Sox!? What, they don't have radios in Canada?" He grinned at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Yes we have radios in Canada." The woman quipped, "We just don't waste our time listening to base ball."

"Oh, yeah. You guys like hockey." Scoffing, he flinched as she dug out another splinter. "You done yet?"

Anna nodded, "Almost. And not everyone likes hockey."

"Just everyone one with a dick."

"Right."

He chuckled at her lack of caring closing his hand into a fist as she let go of it. "Nice job."

"I still gotta put disinfectant in it."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Are you a bitch?" She asked.

Donny glared at her, snapping, "No!"

"Then it won't hurt that bad." The moon was high in the night sky as a cool breeze drifted through the camp site. It would only be a matter of weeks before the Basterds would have to find shelter from the frost.

"Speaking of bitches-how the fuck could you lose a fight to Hirschberg?"

A groan came from her lips as she rolled her eyes, "he started it."

"Yeah, well, I hear he finished it, and by the look of ya it's true." A calloused finger brushed the side of her bruised cheek as he spoke. "I mean you could fit the kid in a Cracker Jack box and you can't take 'im?"

"I'm a girl. Girls don't fight, we flounder." There was a brief silence before the two of them laughed.

"What the hell is that?" Donny asked, "Poetry?"

"My mom used to say it when I got in fights."

"Huh." He shook his head as she delicately ran her finger up and down his palm. "I could teach ya, ya know. T'a fight."

Brows quirked, she looked at him skeptically, "oh yeah?"

"Sure, I got nothin' better t'a do."

"Well that's real sweet, darlin, but if I wanted t'a learn, I'd've asked Troy."

Donny pursed his lips, "Oh yeah, why's that?"

"Best middle weight boxer in Ontario." Anna said, shrugging, "or at least one of the best from what I heard anyway."

"Get the fuck out." His dark eyes widened as a surprised grin stretched across his face, "really?"

"Mhm. He gave Levi a couple lessons last fall."

"Wow." Donny nodded, impressed. He smirked to himself as she continued working on his hands, "is that where yer from, Ontario?"

"Yep. Hamilton." Sliding the length of her fingers over his rough palm, a subdued noise of satisfaction came from her lips. "I think that's all of 'em."

Pulling a bandage around it quickly the woman stood. She turned, hesitating briefly before spinning around. Anna raked her hands rough his hair, crashing her lips against his. Donny's eyes flew open as her teeth clacked painfully into his, but it only lasted a few seconds before she jerked away from him.

A beat of silence past before she spoke, rubbing her aching lip. "Thanks. For, ya know, staying with Levi."

"Don't mention it." He said, a smirk blooming over his mouth as he watched her saunter away from him. His brows furrowed, standing, he ran over to her just as she entered the tunnel.

A gasp slipped from her lips as he threw her against the musty, mildewed wall of the passage.

"Don-" her voice was muffled as he kissed her, hard, hands going to her hips as he forced her back to scrape painfully against the concrete. Anna pushed his chest, drawing a quick breath in as they separated. "What the fuck're-"

"Told ya not to tempt me, Connelly." He chuckled darkly as he hooked her knees in his palm, ignoring the unpleasant throbbing, as he pulled her upwards. Latching her legs instinctively around his waist, she kept her hands on his chest, forcing him to keep his distance. The woman opened her mouth to retort, but a harsh grind to her pelvis silenced her. "What was that?"

"Noth-" She cleared her throat as he undid her jacket, "don't."

Donny chuckled, brushing some of the newly exposed skin. Dropping his lips to her neck, he nuzzled it a moment before crushing his hips to hers. "Why not?"

A mew escaped her throat at the sinful friction, as both the material of her pants and the weight of his body ground into her.

"What was that?" He chuckled, running his hands up her sides, felting her jolt under his hands. "Huh?"

Anna bucked her hips, as she snarled at him. "Let go!"

"Make me." The night hid his smirk, reaching up to squeeze her breasts roughly as she continued to squirm. Gasping, the woman snapped her eyes closed as he tweaked her nipples through the thin, red material.

"Donny-don't." She muttered, biting back a moan as she slumped back against the wall, her blonde hair falling in her face. He moved down, biting her neck, her skin was soft between his teeth, and Donny smirked as she shifted, moving closer to him. His hands moved back down her ribs, electing a yelp from her.

"Stop!"

He rolled his eyes as he pulled away, "what now, Connelly?"

Anna panted, shoving his chest from hers, "I mean it, Donowitz, knock it off."

"Why?" The man snapped, "Ya know ya like it, stop bein' such a fuckin' tease!"

"You're hurting me." Licking her lips, she explained, "Hirschberg caught my side, I guess it's still kinda…tender."

"Can't ya suck it up for a little while?" He scowled at her, though she couldn't see it. Anna's head was still spinning as she urged her legs to go limp. With a grunt of annoyance he dropped them, holding her by the waist instead. Lifting her with ease, he crashed his lips roughly against hers. She slipped her hand up his chest, grasping the dirtied material of his wife beater between her fingers as she responded eagerly to the kiss.

"Anna?" They broke apart at the voice as it echoed along the tunnel walls. "Get t'a bed, girl!"

She looked up at the man, features almost invisible in the dim moon light. Turning her head she called out to Troy, "I'll be there in a sec!"

Anna untangled herself from Donny, blushing slightly. "That was…" She struggled to find the proper word, as he touched her bruised cheek again. "Fun."

"Fun?" He chuckled, stealing a kiss from her.

Scoffing at him, she walked away. "I'll see ya in the morning, Donowitz."

Donny smirked to himself, running a bandaged hand through his hair. Pulling it away, he smiled to himself as he remembered the look on her face when he touched her.

Now that was fun.

A/N: Alright, back to demanding for reviews. I'm gonna say if half of you don't review, I'm gonna make you waiting 11 more chapters before Donny gets some.