There were four prisoners. We were told that one of them was killed yesterday. They were all in a good shape. Or well.. they looked beaten but they all could walk which was a good thing.

And Susan.. I wasn't sure if she was happy to see me or not because I got yelled at how stupid it was to come and try to rescue her. I didn't care. I was happy she was alright and I found her. But before I wasn't scared.. Now I was. I was scared for her and her safety. I definitely wasn't scared of dying or getting hurt or anything. I was in a war anyway and those were things I had to deal with every day. Of course I had to deal with Susan possibly getting hurt or dying but it was a different thing when I saw her and could watch her back and if something happened I'd know about it. It was different when I just couldn't do anything and she was away. Like this. That's why I had to come to her rescue. But I had no time to explain that to her.

"Okay, my lady and others, let's go", I ordered and signaled them with my hand to move through the door we had broken.

I knew our lady scout was a good at swinging a bat so I gave her my fireaxe. She could bash enemies' heads with that too. And she got to do that pretty soon because reds weren't as stupid as we thought they would be. Soldiers begun to get in our way more and more when they started to realize our plan. I decided we should take the East Gate because there was no way to get to the gate we came from. I hoped Blake understood that and was waiting there for us. And that he was alive.

On our way to the gate we lost one of our group. Some engineer I think. But that was only because he volunteered to open the gate for us. Al went with him but came back alone. We were in a fucking hurry. And thanks to Blake we weren't killed in the second we got out. We drove away like hellhounds were behind us. And in a way I guess they were.

"I can't believe we did it", I said when I got my mask off. I was relieved.

"Where's Stan?" asked Nathan. The demoman was badly wounded and would soon bleed to his death if we wouldn't take care of the wounds.

"Hey, Nathan, let me do something to your wounds", I offered and ignored his question. I didn't know who Stan was. I felt bad but I didn't want him to die. He could speak to this so called Stan later.

"No, where's Stan?" he repeated his question. I could hear the pain in his voice. I looked at Susan pleadingly. She gave me a long sad look before answering:

"He's dead. I'm sorry you came all this way and.. "

"I knew he'd be dead.. Don't worry, girl, I didn't do this for nothing. You are alive right? And you have Max", he smiled with tears in his eyes. Woah.. This really wasn't the first time I saw a man cry in a battle field but this was.. Different.

"Kill me."

I looked at the demoman. I was shocked. I knew losing a friend could be hard but this was war and.. Fuck, he could be treated. Could be alright. There was no reason to kill him.

"Let me treat your wounds", I tried and tried to reach him in the back of the car. He just shook his head.

"He was my life. Just, please, end me. I am in a fucked up state any way. Just do it", he pleaded and looked at me. I hadn't known him for long but I couldn't let his life end like this. I just couldn't.

Susan pulled me close to her and said:

"I think they were lovers. Stan told me. He thought we'd die there. He was that.. that one who died at the gate."

I understood. But I didn't want to.. I couldn't. I wanted to save him. Why must we waste lifes like this? And if I hadn't let him sacrifice himself he'd be here with Nathan. He would be taking care of him and.. I had to do it. It was my responsibility.

"Are you sure?" I tried to keep my voice even.

He nodded.

"Who has my shotgun?" asked loudly so everyone in the army car could hear me. I had given that to some random guy and I hoped we still had it. And some ammo.

"I do, but it has no ammo", a scout replied. I nodded. Fuck.

"Take my rifle. There's still some bullets left", Blake said and handed it to me.

"Thanks, man!" Nathan yelled and grimaced because of the pain.

"No problem, mate", he answered casually and kept driving. I knew it hurt him too.

I aimed the sniper rifle towards the bleeding man's head and spoke:

"Farewell, Nathan."

"Goodbye, Max", he grinned.

I pulled the trigger and he was gone.

We got yelled at by the leaders of blu because we had disobeyed but we didn't get any punishment because we had accomplished our mission even if we had done it without permission. We had lost Nathan but we had gotten three of our men out of the red base. Along with Susan came a scout named Kenneth, who was Blake's best friend, and a soldier called Dave. I was glad that Blake got who he was looking for.

"Hey, Max, I guess we can finally get some rest, yes?" Blake grinned at me as all six of us walked together.

"Yeah", I answered tiredly. Finally rest. And a moment alone with Susan.

"So, fellas, I'll go this way", Al said and took a turn to a different hallway. Dave went after him but said nothing. I shrugged. After a moment of walking I felt Susan tugging my arm. It was room number 136. Our room. I stopped.

"I guess I'll see you guys later", I smiled at Blake and his friend Kenneth.

"See ya, mate."

I opened the door for us and we stepped in. I shut the door. Alone. Just the two of us. I threw my mask and gloves on the floor. She looked at me. I knew that look. It was the same look I had. It was the look of love and longing and pain. The look of a need to be as close as possible. She hugged me close and I let her bury her head in my chest and rub her face against my dirty uniform that I still wore.

I pulled away and lifted her chin so she was looking at me. And kissed her. I needed to be close. Now.

I let my hand wonder under her shirt taking in and memorizing every bit of her figure. I rubbed with my hands, let them slide on her skin and faintly fondled her lines with my fingertips. I could not only feel her skin but also her muscles, bones and I liked to think I felt her soul too.

I breathed her scent in. She smelled like sweat and blood and dirt but there was also her own unique scent that I loved. Even if Susan smelled dirty, she didn't smell bad. She smelled like something I had missed. Like my loved one.

I buried my face in her neck and placed faint kisses on there while she did the same to me. Slowly my kisses begun to be hungrier, more needy. I bit gently here and there and sucked the skin between my teeth which made her gasp and moan quietly and grasp my clothing. Which made me want her more.

I tugged Susan's shirt and she didn't hesitate. She lifted her arms up and let me take it off. Before I could do anything else she started taking my clothes off. Soon we both were only in our underwear and I gently pushed her on our bed.

I climbed on top of her and gave her a long kiss full of love and happiness. Our lips moved like they were meant to be together. I licked her lips and smiled. She opened her mouth and I let our tongues play their game. After a while I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers so our noses were touching.

"I love you so much. I missed you so much. I.. I was so worried and.." Susan saved me from explaining by kissing me.

"I love you too."

And there was nothing else needed.

I smashed my lips on hers and my right hand found her bra covered breasts. I pulled her up so she was sitting and reached my hands behind her so I could get rid of the annoying piece of clothing. When I was done with it I pushed her on her back and laid down next to her.

My hand traveled up and down her body and my fingers danced on her features. I felt like I lived from touching her and if I stopped I would die right there. I could hear her heavy breathing and see how she squirmed under my touch. And I loved it all. I loved her. I enjoyed touching her. Her body. Mine.

I tugged Susan's panties so she would lift her body up. She did so and took them off herself. Now I had full access. I rubbed her thighs and petted her abdomen before sliding my hand down between her legs.

I rubbed her with my index and middle finger like they had never been there. They had. And they knew where to press, how to rub. What way to make her moan and wriggle. To ache for more.

I loved how I had all the power in the world. I was the one. Susan loved me and I had the right to touch her. I was the one who knew how to touch her. Who she wanted to touch her. And right then I didn't want anything but to touch her. To please.

I pushed my fingers inside with forse. A gasp. I slowly slided them out and back in. Repeated. Moaning. I slowly speeded up the process and I got more wriggling and moaning as a reward. She took my hand and tried to push it deeper. When she let go I added a third finger and pressed harder. It clearly pleased her. I moved my hand faster and when I thought my hand couldn't move any faster it always got some boost somewhere. Which got her giving me some more of her body fluids.

Susan clinged on me and I could feel her nails pressing through my skin. And I loved it. It told me how much she enjoyed it. I wasn't a big masochist but little things like that while having sex made my stomach twist in a good way and my underpants get wetter. As did the wet noise the movement in her pussy made.

She took sharp breaths and moaned. And I could feel her closing her legs a bit. I knew what it indicated. Fluids wetted my palm. I knew where to press and I pressed hard. I could feel the walls close in on my fingers. I could feel the muscles tighten. And then again.

I pushed gently few more times and then pulled my hand out. Susan smiled at me.

"Thank you."

I laughed heartily and answered:

"No, thank You."

She smiled and kissed my forehead then we just laid there. Listening to each others breathing. I felt horny but was content with just being there with her. And we both were tired. I knew she would have fucked me if I had asked her. I didn't. I listened to my lady scout's breathing. It had changed. She had fallen asleep. I hugged her close, buried my face in her hair and let myself fall asleep.