March 27th, 1943; Saturday Night

Krista's heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she and Hans stumbled in through the front door of his house. They barely made it inside before hands began to wander and lips collided with both want and passion. Breathing heavily, she found herself pinned up against the front door, one of his hands firmly on her hip, the other in her hair. "I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw you tonight," he admitted before pulling her away from the door and leading her over to the kitchen table.

In a frenzy of aggressive kisses, she could feel him beginning to tug at her gown. She forced herself away, her face flushed. "If you rip this dress, I'll kill you," she told him seriously. She turned around and pulled all of her hair around to the front of her body. He ran his hands over the jewels on the lace panel on her back before leaning into her back and brushing his lips gently over the back of her neck. She allowed her eyes to close at the soft touch of his lips, and smiled to herself. Abruptly, he stopped, and closed his index finger and thumb gingerly around the small black zipper at the base of her neck. Gently, he pulled the zipper down until it stopped which allowed her to wriggle free of it. She let it fall discarded on the floor, and she turned around again to stand nearly completely nude before him, clad in only a red thong.

He wasted no time in laying her flat down onto the table she was standing in front of, his left hand trailing over the expanse of bare skin that had been exposed. She sat up, placing both hands on his chest and pushed him back enough so that she could plant one heeled foot directly in the middle of his chest. "Sit down," she finally said with a devilish grin.

"What for?" he asked, seeming confused and curious at the same time. He looked down at her foot on his chest before she pushed him backward but not too forcefully.

She hopped off the table and pulled a chair out from underneath it. Guiding him by the shoulders, she moved him to the chair and forcefully pushed him down into it. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she singsonged, beginning to slowly circle around him before stopping behind him. She rested her hands atop his shoulders and leaned down so that her lips were teasingly brushing the shell of his ear. "Are you comfortable, colonel?" she purred, moving down to his neck and dropping a single kiss to his skin.

"I am," he answered simply.

"Good," she replied, finally making her way back to the front of him. Smirking, she straddled him on the chair, and slowly began to work at unbuttoning his uniform jacket. Her plan was to keep this anticipation burning for as long as possible so that the end result would be nothing short of incredible. Hans made an attempt to place his hands on her hips, and she stopped him. "Don't touch," she said impishly as she helped him free of his jacket. Reluctantly, he let his hands drop back down to his sides, but his eyes never moved from Krista's nearly naked form atop him.

She leaned forward, gently digging her nails into his skin as she allowed their lips to meet. She kissed him deeply, raking her nails down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. He groaned, finally deciding to ignore her "don't touch" rule. Hans swiftly lifted her up and moved her back to the table. She sat straight up, crossing her legs in the most lady like fashion she could manage as she watched him shrug off his shirt. She bit her lip as she watched him, an animalistic look in her eyes. She beckoned him forward, parting her legs so he could squeeze his body between them. She pressed her bare chest to his and leaned close to his ear. "Don't you want me, colonel?" she asked him as innocently as she could.

"Of course," he said, stepping back from her and shedding both his pants and his boxers. He slowly slid her skimpy panties down her long legs and tossed them onto the floor along with her dress. Krista adjusted her legs to pull her heels off, but he stopped her. "No, my dear, leave those on," he smirked, brushing his fingers over her smooth skin as he dropped down to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the table. He lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulders.

When he moved his lips slowly up her inner thigh, she shivered. A few short moments later, she could feel his lips close around her clit, and she clasped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of affecting her so wildly just yet. She dug her heels into his back and tried her best to keep her hips from wriggling beneath him. She propped herself up on her left elbow, which allowed her right hand free to move straight to his hair and grip it. Her head fell back, her long hair spilling onto the table. A soft moan escaped her lips, and he stood up without a word and pressed his lips urgently to hers as if he needed to touch to survive.

Without breaking the connection of their lips, he slowly slid inside her, causing Krista to gasp audibly. She could feel him smirk into their kiss. She hooked one leg around his hips to urge him closer, and she curled her arms around his neck tightly. She dug her nails into his back so harshly she thought for sure that she was going to draw blood. "I like that," he murmured, catching her bottom lip between his teeth.

To her, it seemed an awful lot like permission to continue. She dug into his skin again, and drug a fresh set of marks over whatever she could reach. He groaned loudly, and began a quick but steady rhythm of thrusting that made Krista gasp for much needed breath. It felt so divine, she could hardly believe it. She'd be lying to herself if she hadn't fantasized about what it would be like to have an intimate encounter with him since the first time she met him, and the reality was so much better than anything her imagination had conjured.

He tightly wrapped his arms around her back and moved her to the front door where he pressed her into it and quickly resumed the rhythm of his hips. She could already feel bruises forming on her ribcage in the places where his fingertips were digging in. She could only guess that was her payback for marking him up with her nails, and she had no problem with it.

Hans dropped his lips down to the base of her neck, and he began to nip and suck at the skin there. She was just hoping and praying that she was going to be able to conceal it the next morning, however, she could tell that the one hickey on her neck wasn't going to be the only one that she was going to have to hide; the night had barely begun. And besides, she could hardly protest because this was the type of sex she lived for.

"Take me to bed," she managed through her already ragged breathing. "Take me to bed, colonel," she repeated but in German.

"As you wish," he replied, shifting her body so that he could carry her, her legs draped over one of his strong arms. Once they reached his bedroom, he dropped her to her feet, and unceremoniously bent her over the edge of the bed. He pushed her legs together so forcefully that her knees collided with each other, and it was such sweet pain. With firm hands, he grasped her hips and pushed into her again, and Krista buried her face into the satin bedspread to keep herself from crying out. He leaned forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulled her back flush up into his chest. "You're perfect," he growled in her ear before resuming his movements.

She moaned loudly, and clutched his arm that was tightly over her breasts, effectively holding her against him. "Oh fuck," she breathed when she could feel him change angles. He seemed to know exactly where to touch and what to do to in order to receive the responses he was yearning for. She was truly trying her best to not let the passion overtake her, but she quickly found that it was useless. She was under his spell, and that's right where he wanted her... fully under his control and at his mercy.

After a few more powerful thrusts, he released her, and she fell down onto the bed. All of a sudden, he slowed his movements, and she could hear him breathing heavily. He was seeing stars already, and so was she. She truly was amazing, and he didn't want this to end. He'd slept with many women, but there was something about Krista that was just so different. Maybe it was one of those "lady in the streets but a freak in the bed" situations. She was intelligent, beautiful, and classy, but now that he had her right where he wanted her, he could tell there was something that set her apart from the others. She wasn't afraid to take control, and that was something he's never experienced. Most women would willingly hand their bodies over to him and allow him to do as he pleased.

Gently, he ran his hands from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back, and began kneading into her skin in massaging motions. That was a whole other type of pleasure. He slowed his movements considerably, and he abruptly stopped, his cock throbbing inside her as he came.

His chest was heaving as he collapsed on the bed beside her. She finally shed her heels and dropped them on the floor. Silently, she lay down and propped herself up on her elbow. As his breathing began to slow, he turned to her, his face fully glazed over in sheer euphoria. "I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again... You're incredible," he said, a stupid smile touching his lips.

Unsure of exactly, how to react, she offered a simple, "thank you", and returned the smile. "Do you uh... want me to stay? Or would you rather me go home?" she asked, honestly not positive of what he was going to tell her.

"I'd like for you to stay, if you'd be willing," he said, pushing a stray lock off sweaty hair from his forehead.

Oh god. She'd gotten herself in too deep already. This wasn't happening... it couldn't be. "I've told you not to get attached to me."

Hans pressed a finger to her lips, effectively quieting her speech. "Shhh... I know what you said. But how can I help it?" Krista found herself unable to form a response. She didn't even know how to react to that. He allowed his fingertips to ghost along her ribs which caused her to shiver as he spoke again. "I wanted to ask you something, actually." He inhaled and exhaled deeply before proceeding. "I would like you to be my mistress."

She was hoping by 'mistress' he meant like... arm candy and sex without the responsibilities of as formal girlfriend, rather than the woman I'm cheating on my wife with. He said he wasn't married, but who knows, man. He could have been yanking her chain. "Wow... I uh... I don't know about that." This could be a positive development though. Perhaps she was beginning to earn his trust. She could take this and run with it. She sighed, finally meeting his elated gaze. "I suppose."

His lips met her jawline just below her ear and loitered there. "I'll make it worth your while." His statement was vague and cryptic, and it left her wondering what exactly he was referring to. Was he going to work with her to find Jonas? Probably not.

March 28th, 1943; Sunday

The next morning came sooner than Krista had anticipated. When she discovered that she had been left alone in the bed, she stretched out spread eagle and winced at the soreness of her body. He'd really done a number on her. "Jesus," she muttered to herself, lying still while blankly staring at the ceiling. "Fucking hell," she breathed as she forced herself up to roll off the bed. Once her feet hit the cold floor and she stood, feeling just as sore as she had been following her first PT days in basic training. She took a single step forward, and cursed when she felt the sharp edge of a heel dig into the arch of her foot. She pressed her lips together and forced out a breath through her nose. Who would have thought that such a spindly heel could induce so much pain? It was like stepping flat footed on a Lego, but not quite as bad. She rubbed the bottom of her foot for a moment before dropping it back down to the floor.

Before exiting the bedroom, she noticed a black satin robe lying on the bed, which she picked up and slipped over her bare skin. She tied the strap around her waist, and smoothed her hands down her front before leaving the room.

The aroma of coffee filled the house, and Krista closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "Morning," she said once she made it to the kitchen table where Hans was sitting, a cup of coffee sitting before him.

"Good morning," he said, smiling as his eyes fell to her body which was covered in merely a thin layer of satin. "How did you sleep?"

"Actually, great. It was probably the best sleep I've had in a long time." She sat down opposite him, resting her elbows on the table. "I will admit. I'm incredibly sore."

He smirked at her statement. "You'll have to get used to it."

He slid his cup across the table to her, and she raised it to her lips to take a sip. She closed her eyes as the warmth of the liquid washed over her insides. "What are you implying, colonel?" she asked, taking one last sip then sliding the cup back across the table.

"Exactly what you think I'm implying."

"Do I have your word?" she asked, quirking a brow.

He placed his hand over his heart, and smiled to her. "Cross my heart."

"That's what I was hoping to hear." Krista stood up then and yawned. "I should probably go home. Where did my dress end up?" She asked, looking around, slightly alarmed when she didn't see it lying in a heap on the floor where it had been left. Not to mention, as much as she paid for it, she couldn't believe she would allow it to be haphazardly thrown to the floor anyway.

"Over on the couch." He gestured to the leather couch where her dress sat started neatly draped over it. "Aye you sure you wouldn't like to stay? I'd like to get to know you better."

She offered him a polite smile. "I would really love to... unfortunately though, I have a very full schedule today," she lied, crossing the room over to the coffee table. She shed the robe, and slipped her panties back on. She could tell he was watching her, and she kind of liked it. It didn't feel nearly as awkward as she expected it to. She wriggled her way back into the form fitting black gown. "Could you zip me up?" She asked while she walked back over to where he was sitting. She swept her now completely gnarled hair over one shoulder and turned her back to him.

He slowly zipped up the dress, and dropped his lips to the back of her neck which sent goosebumps erupting over her arms. "It's taking all I have to not take you right here, right now," he whispered in German into her ear, and her eyes automatically fell closed at the soothing sound of his voice.

She spun around, now face to face with him. "There will be other times," she said smoothly.

"Promise?" he asked, drawing her close.

"I promise," she replied, taking the initiative to catch his lips with her own. For a moment their lips moved together in perfect tandem. She pulled away and retreated to the bedroom to grab her heels. When she returned to the front of the house, she picked her small beaded clutch then leaned against the counter, struggling to slide her heels on due to the movement restrictions from the tight fabric of her dress. The only thing running through her mind at that moment was 'Damn, I really hope he didn't go open this up and see my watch in it' because that would certainly raise some suspicions that she couldn't quite answer to.

"I will arrange for your transportation back to the St. James," he said courteously.

"That's okay, I can walk. The hotel's not far." To her, it didn't seem far. A few miles maybe? Or in Europe... kilometers.

"It's nearly five kilometers. Please. I insist."

Krista playfully threw her hands up in surrender. "I guess I can't argue with that."

She'd said her goodbyes, and now made her way to the end of the trail-like driveway where a car was waiting for her. She slid into the back seat, and her eyes fell onto the driver. It was the same major that brought her there. "Hello again," She offered politely to which she got no reply.

She turned her view out the window at the rows of trees that flashed by them, and showed herself to zone out. Then she remembered how simple the drive in was, and that they were taking several turns. She noticed they were heading deeper into the woods, and they stopped once they met the end of the rutted trail.

The beating of her heart was not one of pleasurable anticipation this time, but of fear. Tension filled silence thickened the air in the car, and it suddenly was a battle to take a breath. "Are you American?" He asked abruptly in accented English.

Wow... just rip that Bandaid right off... Krista tried to swallow the lump that stuck in her throat to no avail. "Yes," she answered, daring to glance up into the rear view mirror to see his piercing eyes glued to her.

"What is your business with Landa?" His voice was cold and emotionless and it was no help to get frantically pounding pulse.

"I um... I'm just his mistress." She almost felt regret the second her voice lent itself to those words, but it couldn't be undone.

He turned to get then, finally allowing her to get a good look at his face. He was thin, his features more soft and boyish compared to Landa's. If he was going to be the one that was going to kill her, at least he was kinda cute. "Is that all?"

"That's all." She locked eyes with him in an attempt to prove her sincerity. "Are you going to kill me, Major? Because if you are, please just make it quick..."

"I wouldn't dare." He sighed and turned to look out the passenger window at the gnarled and overgrown forest floor. "I'm going to give you a piece of advice because it seems to me that you've gotten mixed up in this by mistake. Be careful. He isn't looking for love."

Krista nodded. "I understand that. Neither am I."

"He'll throw you out like garbage when he's done with you, and move on to the next. I've seen it happen time and again." He turned to face her again, his eyes more apologetic now. "I will admit that I don't want to see a beautiful woman like you used and taken advantage of."

Her eyebrows knitted together at his concern. "With all due respect Major, this is a private matter that I wish to discuss no further."

He looked at her for a moment longer, his expression softening to almost saddened. "As you wish. But just know that I warned you." He turned back forward to peer out the windshield. "And I meant what I said about you," he added under his breath in German.

"I appreciate that," she said with a soft smile. Sitting back into the uncomfortable leather seat, she relaxed slightly and turned her attention out the window again. A misty fog choked out the air just below canopy level allowing nothing but the brightest rays of the intensifying sun to burn through.

Her idle stare wandered about the expanse of wilderness outside the small confines of the car. The fog twisted and writhed its way through the slender trees, coiling around around each trunk weightlessly. Krista's trance was interrupted by sudden movement in the distance. A pair of commanding velvety antlers rose up from behind the knotted overgrowth. It lifted its head, now revealing itself fully. The red stag stilled, its ears trained on the sound coming from their direction. She was transfixed by the majestic keeper of the forest, and she couldn't peel her eyes away even when the car reversed and the animal bounded out of sight.

Krista sat back then, dragging her hands down her face. She thought about the deer and its gentleness and it watchful eye. It reminded her of a few things:

Be quick.
Be agile.
Be graceful.
Trust your intuition.