An abandoned barn was perhaps not the most ideal location to, ahem, participate in the exploration of the human anatomy. But with a World War currently waging around them, well, they weren't at much liberty to be too selective. The fact they were able to break away at all was astounding. Obersturmbannführer Christof Altenhofen, flashed a small smile as he went to work arranging the hay pile best he could.
He remembered when they first met. Of all things, a shooting range mishap landed him in an American triage roughly 6 months back. His fellow solider and friend, Otto Köhler, had been the one to transport him there. However, he was reluctant in having a unit of Yank nurses treating a full-blooded German of the eminent Reich. But, when its your only triage for miles, beggars couldn't exactly be choosers.
"Unfall!"
He shouted in a panic. Momentarily forgetting where he was. The women's expression shared a look of unease, however they wouldn't dare turn the men away. The head nurse of the unit signaled to a young woman and two others to tend to Christof. That's when he first laid eyes on her.
Her Sandy blonde hair in tight curls, a stark white nursing cap, complete with a bold red cross. Perched neatly atop it. Hazel eyes that took on the appearance of honey in the right lighting. She was absolutely breathtaking. Patting his arm in a feeble attempt in comforting him.
"It'll be okay"
She spoke. Her voice, overall appearance. Couldn't of been more than 22, he noticed Köhler's gaze had yet to waver. As if he was somehow afraid of diverting his attention, even for a moment. Christof sighed deeply before giving orders for the man to leave. Feeling as though his eyes were burning holes only exacerbated his anxiety.
"Warten sie draußen, bitte?"
The man's brows furrowed deeper. He wasn't exactly thrilled with given orders, unless they were from a higher command. However, he was his friend nonetheless, and had to respect his wishes.
"Ruf an, wenn du mich brauchst"
He informs Altenhofen before stepping outside the triage area. It seemed the stray bullet became lodged in his right thigh, however, as if by magic, managed to miss splintering the bone by a mere 1/2 inch. He then heard the pretty, young nurse chuckle to herself before gingerly turning Christof over to inspect for any further injuries.
"Your friend seems a bit high-strung"
Her expression breaking into a softened grin as she cleaned the wound of debris and methodically applied the cloth dressing. Another nurse monitoring his blood pressure, his upper lip curls momentarily, feeling a fleeting stinging sensation from the damaged area. Even so, he found it within himself to chuckle with her. His accent as thick as pea soup.
"He can be at times"
She suddenly looks deeply into his eyes. Brushing an errand strand of hair back to secure with the cap.
"By the way, my name is Anna Brooks"
Spotting a discarded wool blanket, in shockingly good condition, Christof throws it over the pile for a bit of comfort. A small smile of satisfactory starts pulling at the corners of his mouth. As he stood back, admiring his handiwork. He turns to Anna, that rather goofy expression still plastered across his face. Fanning his hands out towards the pile.
"Also, was denkst du?"
The poor girl appeared mildly confused. It taking several seconds to register, that he wasn't speaking with a fellow German. And despite trying to teach her some of his native language, it did little in the way of actually being beneficial. Their meetings were so few and far between, add to that the stresses of their countries at war.
"Entschuldigung..(he caught himself doing it again)..er, I mean, what do you think?"
The officer could feel his face instantly flush a rose red with embarrassment. Then he heard something he would never expect in a million years, she giggled. But not in a condescending fashion, this was genuine.
"Ich liebe es"
The verbotene Liebhaber made haste of discarding their uniforms to the old wooden floor and fell back into the massive heap. A plume of dry grass particles and dust instantly disperse into the air. He feels her hot breath on the nape of his neck. The feeling intensifying as she transitions into daintily nibbling. A rush of endoprhins flood through. Almost like a high, perhaps the only time the German didn't have to rely on opioids to achieve this.
Their body temperatures rising. The heat sparsely mingling with the remaining dust. Christof's firm hands traveled down to cradle her hips. Her moans began to gradually intensify. Part of him worried their moments of bliss would give them away, however, when considering they were relatively isolated, they should have nothing to fear. Suddenly, she breathes out forcefully.
"Fuck me"
Simultaneously biting her lower lip as, she too, found herself riding the same natural high. He brushes a slightly damp strand of her from her face. Studying her body language briefly. He swallows a gulp of air.
"Are you sure?"
He asked, his voice reverting back to its native inflection. She nods almost instantaneously. Their warm lips seemingly melding together, keeping in tune with the rocking motions of her body. It was a night of passion he would not soon forget.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Month Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Der Führer had arranged for his closest circles to be present for a briefing of a new, strategic military course of action, as well as camp reinforcements. It was then that Christoph felt it, as if his insides wanted to rebel. The men creating an orderly line along the lengths of the briefing hall. A fellow officer takes notice of Christof's alarmingly pale appearance.
"Bist du okay?"
He inquires suddenly. Altenhofen simply nodded his head. The anxiety building, simply hoping his fickle stomach would settle soon. Spotting their illustrious leader make his way down the line of distinguished, proud men. He was nearing Christof, when the poor, young man's stomach lurched forward. A hand quickly flies over his mouth as he absconds from the group. Rushing through the massive doorway, just in time to lose what little contents he had left.