Last Time: Easy Company loses its CO to an accident, weakening them further.
"The distance between what you want and what you get is what you do." - Unkown
Now: Dick and Rebecca go on leave to Paris.
Chapter 21 - Want
Easy Company was in a strange state of limbo; they had no CO, no one to lead them. Moose probably would have been a good leader, but a damn lot of good "would" does. After being evacuated to the hospital, a new lieutenant came in.
First Lieutenant Norman Dike was a rigid military-career type and probably a favorite from division HQ. His stiff demeanor and good looks made a very good impression. However, the company soon learned not to trust him. After being in the field with him once, his good first impressions didn't amount to jack shit.
Easy was used to fighting with Winters, always leading in the front and making smart, decisive moves. Dike, however, didn't lead at all. He soon acquired the name "Foxhole Norman" as a result of his continuous disappearances when the company was in the field or engaging the enemy. Concerns began to rise as many of the men began feeling Dike was only tolerating them so he could eventually move up the ladder; get some combat experience and screw.
However, On November 24, any kind of worry, concern, or fear soon disappeared when word broke Easy would be relieved by a Canadian unit. Rebecca couldn't have been more thrilled to find out Easy was being pulled from the line. The overwhelming need to take a good, long shower became even greater when she heard they were going back to France. The dirt that layered her skin made her look as if she spent her time sunbathing in Florida rather than fighting off the Krauts in Holland. Rebecca's skin absolutely crawled whenever she thought about hot water and a bar of soap running on her skin.
On November 26, Easy Company arrived at Camp Mourmelon after being in Holland for the seventy-three days. Many hoped it to be the perfect opportunity to get Dike up to snuff and stitch Easy Company back together.
Camp Mourmelon turned out to be a perfect staging area for the time being. Barracks were emptied and cleaned out from their previous German occupants and any standing building proved perfect for Division tasks and housing for officers.
The transition from being in combat to garrison duty came faster than imagined. Most guys were simply relieved to be off the line especially after the beating they took in Holland and the accident with Moose. They all should have wanted to sleep for a week. However, after a few nights worth of good sleep, some chow, a shower, and a fresh uniform, the boys rearing up to go and blow off steam.
Much to Rebecca's dismay, the boy's process of blowing off steam entailed getting into fist fights with the accompanied 82d boys and generally making a ruckus on their passes to Reims. Guys from the 101st, mostly Easy guys, came back with injuries that left Rebecca, Roe, and Spina swamped with unnecessary work.
"Ah, you should have heard that prick from the 82d, Cap'n," Liebgott seethed as Rebecca wrapped his hand.
She looked down at his bruised and bloodied hand utterly annoyed, tucking in the tail of the gauze.
"Son of a bitch asks me what our eagle patch is screaming for. Do you know what his dope friend said? Help! Help! Help!" He mock imitated the man. "He was just asking to get walloped!"
Rebecca rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the nonsensical violence. "Well, ya think you could've laid off of him a bit, there Joe? You guys are killing me over here."
Unfortunately for Rebecca, the nonsense didn't cease until December 4 when all passes were canceled. Division undertook the task of figuring out ways for the guys to work off their energy that usually included marches, parades, and calisthenics. What the men really took pleasure it was the baseball, basketball, and football games that were organized. Rebecca herself took a liking to the three movie theatres set up and the Red Cross club.
Veterans soon returned and a wave of new guys came in to replace the dead. Easy Company was weaker than ever, despite the new help. Company Commanders worked to blend the replacements into the outfit but found it increasingly tricky due to veterans not taking any exercises and field maneuvers seriously. Everyone was scrambling to get Easy whole again as the airborne commanders expected casualties to be high in the next action among junior officer ranks.
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"Easy Company still only has 65% strength and most of those are replacements, including their new CO," Dick began.
Rebecca sat in an old, faded brown leather chair in Winters's office discussing Easy Company's latest predicament. The way he broke down how dire the situation made Rebecca's stomach do somersaults. They were simply unprepared.
"How's Lieutenant Dike doing?" Nix queried, sitting up in his seat.
"Three weeks in Holland, the guys are already calling him Foxhole Norman," Welsh replied, a cigarette dangling from his lips, handing Nixon a cup of tea.
Rebecca had heard mumblings amongst the men; mumblings she hadn't heard since Sobel was in command of Easy. She slumped in her chair as if the conversation was weighing her down.
"Well, they're talking about a mid-March action at the earliest, so, we train the guys for three months, we jump into Berlin, we end the war," Nix continued.
Everyone seemed to believe this. The war was almost over and Hitler had little left to bring.
Rebecca, herself had no objections to staying in Mourmelon for three months. Any excuse to stay off the frontlines were good enough for her, especially after the licking the 506th took in Holland. Plus, it would give Easy plenty of time to get used to Dike.
Rebecca saw it as a prime opportunity to catch up on her letters to home and maybe even get back in the classroom. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed teaching.
"The only thing holding Easy Company together is the NCO's, Toccoa men," Dick stated, drawing everyone back to Easy's main problem.
Rebecca new Dick had a point. Halfway decent officers were few and far between, the other men were replacements, and then the Toccoa men. Easy Company was being held together by glue and string. Their own damn CO was a replacement for crying out loud. Dike was expected to lead the men into battle and so far he was doing a piss poor job at it.
"Sir," Zielinski entered, interrupting the conversation, "There's a Sergeant Guarnere here to see you."
Rebecca perked up from her slouch. Bill had been away at the hospital after hurting his leg in a motorcycle accident. And by that, Bill stole the motorcycle, ventured too far off into no man's land and got pinged by an enemy sniper. Typical Wild Bill Guarnere. She was happy nonetheless to have him back.
The Sergeant limped in, which gave Rebecca reason to believe Bill busted out before he was ready.
"Look what the train brought in," Welsh began.
Guarnere took his cap off to all four officers in the room, looking as happy as ever.
"Hey, the daredevil," Nixon smiled.
Rebecca approached Bill, pursing her lips. "I see you bunked out before you were ready," a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
Bill scratched the side of his head. "Ah, sorry Cap'n, the nurses kicked me out. Would ya believe it? I guess I was too much for them," Guarnere joked.
"You're too much for us," Rebecca smiled, hugging him quickly.
Pulling from Rebecca, Bill limped over Winters. "Hiya, Captain."
"Welcome back, Bill," Dick welcomed, shaking the sergeant's hand his mouth curving into a smile.
Rebecca saw Bill look Dick up and down. She could tell he was disappointed. The rumors were true, he wasn't leading Easy anymore. And, if she knew Bill he would take one look at Dike and sense what a phony he was.
"Jesus, it's true. I never thought I'd see you behind a desk," Bill sighed.
"Yeah, and someday you'll be sitting behind it," Nixon said, reaching over to shake Bill's hand.
"Well," Bill said, resuming his carefree attitude. "I just went AWOL from the hospital to get back here, sir. I hope that's not gonna cause you a problem."
Dick looked up from his paperwork. "Would you care if it did?"
"Not a bit, sir," Bill grinned up at Dick, pulling out something from his OD jacket, "Got a letter for you here from Moose. Lieutenant Heyliger, sir."
Rebecca sat back in her chair, her heart sinking. She felt wretched about what happened to him. The whole situation was a nightmare. Moose was Easy's only hope at a decent leader. Now, they were stuck.
"He's recovering but it's gonna be a long haul." He continued.
"Thanks, Bill," Dick thanked.
The room became quiet all of a sudden, and the officers all exchanged looks. The atmosphere became stale. Harry looked down, ashamed. They all felt like they could have done something differently. That night brought out the worst in everyone.
"So, I hear there's gonna be a football game, those chumps from the 5-0 deuce, is that right?" Bill asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, yeah, Christmas day," Welsh confirmed, raising his head.
"Great, Skytrain boys," Bill mocked, "Can't wait."
Bill looked around the room as the conversation became stale, suddenly becoming soft-spoken.
"Great. Well, er. I'll just go find some trouble."
He saluted Winters and began walking towards the door.
"You do that," Nixon replied, shaking Bill's parting.
"Hey, Bill?" Winters asked.
"Yes, sir?" Bill said, turning back.
"No more joyriding, right? Captain Clark here might just kill you."
Rebecca scoffed. Damn right she would. When she found out what had happened to Bill, Rebecca was furious, she almost did kill him. If that sniper had aimed any higher, Bill would have been dead.
Bill smiled a toothy grin, "Wouldn't want that, sir."
One more thing coming across his mind, he turned around once more. "Oh, er, anybody ever heard of a little joint called, Lulu's?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"You got me," Harry stated.
Rebecca knew very well what Lulu's was. It was a whorehouse that the men insisted on going to. Easy guys would come back and no less than a day later, come running to her complaining their johnson hurt. Venereal diseases were skyrocketing, again.
Rebecca kept her mouth shut. She didn't want 'Ol Gonorrhea to actually get the disease he was nicknamed after. She also didn't want to take care of his sorry ass when he got infected. If he didn't go because Rebecca didn't tell him, it was a win-win for both.
"I'll just ask around," Bill concluded.
He finally limped away and Zielinski came and closed the door behind him.
"Well, I guess now's a good time as any," Nixon began, pulling out two pieces of paper from his pocket.
"What's that, a piece of paper?" Dick asked, eyeing the papers, "I don't wanna see another piece of paper," Dick fretted.
"General Taylor has flown back to Washington. He's left General Mcauliffe in charge of the division. Colonel Sink is in Reims to see Marlene Dietrich," Nixon explained, holding the papers up for Dick to see.
"Marlene Dietrich is in Rheims?" Welsh interjected.
Even Rebecca was excited to hear the news. She had admired the starlet since she was in high school.
"At the USO," Nix confirmed quickly answering the excited redhead.
"I'm outta here, I'm going to Rheims."
Welsh no doubt already had plans cranking his mind to stake out and track the poor woman down in hopes of sending an autograph home to Kitty. The things he did for the woman amazed Rebecca entirely.
"Strayer will be in London for at least another week for Lt. Colonel Dobie's wedding. I personally am heading back to Aldbourne to look up a certain young lady," Nixon rambled on.
"What are you telling me?" Dick asked, wishing to get to the point.
You, my friend, and Becca," He said, looking at the woman, "are headed to Paris." He finished.
Jitters bubbled up in Rebecca's stomach. Marlene Dietrich would have to wait.
"City of light," Welsh exclaimed, grinning at the two.
"That's a 48-hour pass. It's been decided that you both need a little dose of civilization. Bon voyage."
Rebecca's heart leaped. She had never been to Paris, and a 48- hour pass sounded wonderful. See the sights, eat some good food, relax; it sounded perfect.
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She rushed out of Dick's office and hastily packed an overnight bag. She grabbed her bag and headed out to find Roe. She needed to tell him where she would be in case of some kind of emergency took place. The only real emergency she could think of at the moment was everyone in Easy contracting a VD simultaneously. But that was a stretch.
It didn't surprise her in the least to find Roe in the aid station, working.
"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" Rebecca asked leaning up against the door frame of the aid station.
Rebecca was ecstatic to be leaving for Paris, but the guilt of leaving Roe alone for two days, set in. Trouble was bound to be afoot since many of the men still had ample amounts of free time. Some would be visiting Lulu's like Bill or getting seriously drunk and rowdy. Having the three of them was sometimes not enough.
"You go ahead, Cap'n. Everything will be fine. Spina and I can handle this," Roe replied, scribbling notes on the inventory clipboard, "No one deserves a break more than you."
"Thank you, Roe."
"Au revoir," Roe smiled.
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Rebecca followed Dick down the train car, dropping their bags on the first open seat they saw. She plopped herself down, running her fingers over the plush car seat, admiring the softness. Butterflies ran through her stomach. Sitting opposite to Dick, Rebecca cracked a toothy grin at him, giddiness taking over.
He let out a soft chuckle. "Someone's excited."
"Very," Rebecca exclaimed.
Rebecca knew her excitement would eventually get the better of her, slowly turning into antsiness and then full blown impatience. Knowing this full and well, Rebecca brought along the letters Vest delivered to her before she departed.
As the train pulled away from the station, Rebecca reached into her bag pulling out two letters from her father. She was a little disappointed to see that Michelle hadn't written, but she understood they had to be busy. Hell, Rebecca hardly got a chance to write either.
She took the letter with the earliest postmark, sliding her fingers across her father's scrawl. It had been a while since she'd heard from him.
I hope he's doing okay.
Rebecca tore open the letter and began meticulously reading the letter.
Dear Becca,
I read in the papers about Market Garden. How awful that must have been for you and your company! However, knowing you and your tenacity, I know both you and your company will bounce back. I hope you're resting and able to find some time for yourself before you move out again. Anywho, as for me, the doctors finalized my paperwork and I've been approved for the medicine for my liver! As long as I keep sober and continue to listen to the doctors, I will be a-okay. I've also been finding myself clearing out the attic, just to keep busy, and while going through some of your mom's old boxes, I found something that you might like. I believe you gave this to your mom on her first mother's day. I don't know how you managed to pick it out at the time, you were only a year-old! I guess you inherited your mother's taste. I hope this letter finds you well.
Love Always,
Daddy
Rebecca reached inside the enveloped, pulling out the mother-daughter heart shaped cameo by its dainty gold chain. She held the pendant in her hand and stroked the two tiny people that were supposed to represent her and her mother.
Rebecca's felt pain her in the throat as she held back tears. She hadn't seen this necklace in years. It was one of the last items that she had to remember her by. Rebecca turned over the pendant and noticed that the black back had some of her mom's lotion crusted on it. It would've seemed gross to her once, but now it was another reminder of her mother. She laughed, remembering how her mother would always lather up with lotion while getting ready for the day. This was the best thing she had received in a long time.
Without thinking twice, Rebecca unclasped the hook and put the necklace around her neck, placing a hand on her heart where the pendent lied. She closed her eyes, feeling like her mother was right next to her, holding her hand. As her eyes stayed closed, sleep made its way across her eyelids.
Before she knew it, Rebecca slowly opened her eyes, someone jostling her awake.
"Becca, we're here."
The train had come to halt and most of its occupants had emptied out. It was time for Paris.
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Paris was absolutely crawling with American soldiers, sailors, and airmen when Dick and Rebecca stepped out of the train. Members from every branch and many different divisions elbowed past each other trying to get out of the crowded station.
After much pushing and maneuvering through the teeming station and street Rebecca and Dick arrived at the hotel that housed American soldiers on furlough.
Rebecca entered the hotel with Dick through the revolving and door, feeling much refreshed at the change of scenery.
The ten-story hotel had a large lobby with dark wood-paneled walls with intricate carvings, the ceilings were crown mold. Every piece of furniture was part of a matching Victorian era set, white plush chairs and sofas lined by the same dark wood on the walls. Rebecca expected nothing less from the meticulous ways of the French. However, the focal point of the room was no doubt the enormous white marble fireplace with little cherubs carved into the center of the mantel and two identical women on either side holding up vases on the tops of their heads. It was the first thing that drew Rebecca's eye.
Dick and Rebecca walked towards the giant mahogany front desk and received their room keys.
She looked down at the key and wasn't surprised to see that her room number wasn't even on the same floor as Dick's. It appeared that the women were all being held on the bottom floors. Although she highly doubted it would keep the men from coming down to fraternize with the women anyways.
Both made their way to the elevator, each pressing the button that corresponded with what was on their key.
The familiar ding signaling that Rebecca had reached her floor prompted her to adjust her bag around her shoulder. Tiny butterflies erupted in her stomach. She couldn't wait to see her room.
"I'll be by to get you for dinner in an hour or so," Dick said as Rebecca exited the elevator.
She gave a smile to Dick and watched as the doors to the elevator slowly closed, separating the two. Once she heard the gears of the machine moving Dick up towards his floor, Rebecca moved away and began searching for her room. Once found, she pulled out her key, sticking it in the lock and slowly opened the door to her temporary quarters.
Rebecca was more than satisfied with the room the Army so graciously provided. The cream-colored walls and eccentric drapery brought about a warm feel to the room. The furniture was was a dark wood similar to what was in the lobby and provided a nice desk and chair for writing. There was even a large dresser with a tall mirror and an armoire, but those were obviously meant for those who would be staying in the hotel for long periods of time. Rebecca had no problem with living out her bag. What truly brought excitement in her was the large queen sized bed partially shrouded with the same drapes on the windows.
Not wanting to go another minute without feelings the plush mattress under her, Rebecca threw down her bag on the divan at the end of the bed and launched herself onto the mattress. She let out a long moan feeling the bed swallow her up with its fluffy white comforter. Rebecca felt like she could fall asleep right there.
Deciding against it, and taking only one more minute to enjoy her new bed, she crawled out of the waves of blankets and pillows and crossed to the room where the bathroom must be.
Opening the door to the bathroom, Rebecca almost burst into tears. It had been a long time since she had a private bathroom. For the most part, everything was white marble, save for the gorgeous cream and gold wallpaper. What truly made tears well up in her eyes was the large lion's foot tub in the middle of the room.
This is going to be the best two days of my life.
Rebecca had planned to take a nap once she discovered the bed, but looking at the welcoming tub made her choose otherwise. She quickly slipped out of her uniform and made way over. As the basin filled up with the steaming hot water, Rebecca slipped in, feeling every ounce of tension she built up from her time in Holland, melt away. She felt like she could spend an eternity under the hot water, soaping up every inch of herself. But, she knew Dick could arrive soon and she wouldn't want to be in the tub still when he came knocking on the door.
Rebecca allowed herself just one more minute under the heat before pulling the drain and stepping out. She grabbed a towel from the table next to the bath and wrapped the white fluffy material around her dripping body. Rebecca exhaled slowly feeling at total ease as she walked out of the steamy bathroom and into the cool bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed, drying off, feeling the soft covers usher her into sleep, but the loud grumble her stomach let out convinced her otherwise.
After drying off, she let her hair air dry and pretty soon, her characteristically brown curls started to form. It felt amazing letting her hair loose for once. Rebecca's always had such delicate and lovely curls, but since she always had it up in a bun her hair was broken. Sometimes, she thought of cutting it off, but never had the gall to do it. She loved her hair. It always looked so beautiful when it was down and reminded her of her mother. Rebecca had no choice in combat. It was army regulation for a woman, after all, to keep her hair neat, tidy, and out of the way.
Rebecca got dressed and moved over to the mirror on the dresser. She took one look at her hair and sighed. It looked horribly unhealthy. The army didn't provide conditioner, after all.
Back up in a bun then.
Rebecca finished pinning up her hair when Dick gently knocked on the door.
"Hey." She greeted, opening the door to him.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
Rebecca nodded and the two made their way out of the hotel. Rebecca didn't know exactly where they were going, so she simply followed Dick. It appeared he had a plan as to where they would be eating that night as he navigated Rebecca through the street and into a nearby restaurant.
The streets were just as packed as the train station was, American military crawling from street end to street end. It was almost hard to imagine how the French could house this many people.
As the small restaurant came into, it was evident they wouldn't be stepping anywhere near the inside. It was just as crowded as the streets. How they managed to secure a table on the patio was a miracle.
Dick pulled out the rickety wooden chair for Rebecca and both took a seat. The chairs and the metal table both wobbled and was much too crowded by other patrons and giant plant pots, but it would have to do. The army didn't exactly give them a list of fine French dining and they couldn't wander around Paris all night looking for a less crowded place to eat.
A waiter approached the table, giving the pair silverware and glasses of water. It was soon revealed he only spoke French as he began asking what the two wanted to drink and eat. Dick and Rebecca both tried to tell him they only spoke English but he just continued to repeat the same question in French. Dick, in a desperate attempt to get the waiter to stop babbling, ended up just pointing to something on the menu and held two fingers implying both of them wanted it.
The waiter scribbling down the order on his pad, eyeing the two and walked away, utterly insulted by the two's attempt order food.
"So, what are you planning on doing tomorrow?" Rebecca asked, trying to forget the ordering fiasco.
Dick took a sip of his water, "I have no idea." He confessed, "What about you?"
"Maybe just relax in my room? I'm not sure either."
It was odd having complete free time. Neither of the two had a moment's rest since Normandy.
After about fifteen minutes of hashing out plans and what to do with their free time, their meals arrived. The same waiter returned, disgust evident on his face for the two captains, as he placed down their plates.
Dick and Rebecca couldn't have possibly expected a good result from just randomly picking something on the menu. Two plates of some kind of pink, squishy, honeycomb looking meat were placed in front of them. Rebecca immediately recognized the dish and felt a mix of dread and humor turn in her.
"Oh, God, Dick, what did you order?"
He looked down at the dish and poked it with his fork, "I don't know, I just pointed to whatever I saw first. Do you know what it is?"
"That's cow stomach. My mom tried to get me to eat it once. It was so bad I spit it out right in front of her."
Dick took his knife and began cutting the tough meat. "Come on, it can't be that bad."
Rebecca watched as he took a piece on his fork and watched his face closely. Dick placed the piece in his mouth, and as soon as it made contact with his tongue his face contorted like he just sucked on a lemon.
"Oh, God," Dick gagged with a mouthful.
"Yeah, not good is it?" She laughed out.
Rebecca had to hand it to him. He did chew and swallow it, even though it looked like he was going to hurl. Once he swallowed, Dick took a big swig of water, trying to get the awful taste from his mouth.
"Wanna get out of here?" He suggested.
It didn't take Rebecca a second thought to agree. Dick reached in his pocket and threw a large amount of money on the table and both quickly left. They scurried off the patio laughing like a couple of giddy teens.
"That poor waiter," Rebecca laughed.
The two laughed and laughed as they had just witnessed the funniest thing ever when in reality it was actually quite mundane. Seeing Dick laughing was nice. It had been a while.
"So," Dick said still catching his breath, "What now?"
"We could just walk around, see the sights. There's plenty of food stands we could eat at," Rebecca suggested.
Dick and Rebecca decided on the Arc de Triomphe then the Eiffel Tower. Both walked together enjoying each others company. On their way to the Arc, they found a hot sandwich stand to eat at.
It was well into the evening when Dick and Rebecca got to the Arc, but the fluorescent lights lit up the world around them, the Eiffel Tower sat in the distance like a beacon, beckoning people to its glowing beauty.
Soon, the two had run out of things to talk about, they just gravitated towards the Arc. It wasn't too long ago this monument and Paris was crawling with Nazis. How much difference a few months makes.
After marveling at the Arc, they arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Rebecca couldn't help but gaze up at its beauty. Pictures didn't do the vast tower any justice. You had to be there to appreciate its splendor.
"It's huge, nothing like the pictures! It's beautiful." She beamed.
"Yeah, it is," Dick agreed.
Rebecca looked back at him with wonder in her eyes. It was something Dick had never seen before. The light from the tower seemed to radiate off every inch of her, every tendril of her loose hair. Her eyes absolutely sparkled.
Dick Winters didn't know what drew him towards Rebecca, but his legs took on a mind of their own and suddenly, got surprisingly close to her. At first, Rebecca didn't know what to think but when her dark brown eyes met with his blue ones both knew what was about to happen, but neither stopped. Their transfixed eyes that usually echoed friendship was replaced with passion. They drifted closer and closer to each other; Rebecca wrapped her arms around Dick's shoulders and he around her waist. Then ever so slowly, their lips met.
Neither of them had been expecting it, but it felt so natural, so right. They pulled apart and looked at each other with half lidded eyes on ecstasy, only to meet again for another kiss.
Dick pulled Rebecca into a hug and the two were filled with a kind of affection both officers hadn't felt in a while.
Rebecca felt safe and loved for the first time in a while. She became overcome with so many different emotions at once.
"Can we just hold each other for the rest of our lives?" Rebecca asked, tears filling her eyes.
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Dick and Rebecca were on a blissful high that carried them all the way back to their rooms. Reality hadn't set in yet.
Dick walked Rebecca back to her hotel, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek before he left. Neither of them felt like they had to take things any further, neither one pressed the other to.
Rebecca closed the door behind her, still not processing what had just happened. She had needed this deep connection with a human being for so long. She never knew how long she ached for it, she loved him. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was always him. From the moment Rebecca met Dick she felt something special.
Rebecca walked over to her bed lying down on it, letting the ecstasy fade away.
Before she even had time to think about what happened, there was a knock on her door. Rebecca rose from her comfortable bed and walked over to the door.
She couldn't really say she was surprised when she saw Dick on the other side of the door.
He looked positively nervous, thumbing his cap between his thumbs, anxiously.
"Uh, Dick, what are you doing here?"
Dick sort of just stared at her, at a loss of words.
"Um, I-I, well I-." He continued struggling to find the words.
Rebecca grinned slightly as she witnessed the proud captain fumble over his words. However, her heart was racing. She knew deep down inside why he was knocking on her door after just saying goodnight.
"Would you like to come in?"
He only nodded in response. Once he was in her room, Dick sat down on the divan looking at his feet.
"So?" Rebecca questioned.
Dick stood up again, a bit of confidence rising in him as he inched closer to her. "I don't normally do this sort of thing but I just can't get our kiss out of my head." He nearly whispered.
Rebecca's heart began to race even more as Dick grew closer to getting what he had come to her room for. She walked to him until they were but inches from each other. Rebecca couldn't wait any longer as she met his eyes and gently pushed him back to the divan again until he was sitting on it. As she continued to lock her eyes on his, a deep look of desire fell over his eyes. It wasn't long before she straddled his lap with her legs and then, ever so slowly their lips met.
The passion that was in their first kiss was replaced with a raw, yearning lust for one another. Dick wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands going up and down her back as the kiss continued. They only stopped for air.
As their kiss picked up the pace and grew more needy, Dick grabbed up the young woman and headed for the bed. He sat her down gently on the soft bed and both of them began fumbling with the other's clothes, desperate to take them off.
Neither of the two thought about what they were doing. Instead, they let pure carnality and intimacy take them over.
As Rebecca finished unbuckling Dick's belt on his jacket, she began racing to get the buttons undone. Meanwhile, Dick did the same to her's.
Dick's jacket soon met the floor prompting Rebecca to pull apart his tie, then unbutton his class A blouse which was finally followed by his white T-shirt, all becoming but a pile on the ground. Rebecca stared at Dick's toned chest and stomach, skimming her delicate fingers over its muscly surface, admiring the man before her. He soon became aware that Rebecca was still wearing far too many clothes and hastily began working on her top area and then started working her skirt off. All articles of her clothing quickly met the carpet as Dick continued working on the rest of her clothes. Once he finally laid her down on the bed, all that remained on her was undergarments which were quickly taken off, followed by the rest of Dick's clothes.
Finally, after burying their feelings for each other for so long, the two became one that night. It felt so right to both of them that neither realized such actions have consequences.
- End Chapter -
A/N: So, I know this chapter was pretty intense and trust me, I have never written anything like this before. However, I really wanted these two to end up together and having them be intimate really makes things interesting in Bastogne. I know because this fanfiction deals with real people, it crosses new territory and I do not want to disrespect anyone of the men in this story, however, I feel that this wasn't too explicit. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please let me know. There is more to come from our star-crossed lovers! :3
