Dusk was slowly spreading across the house as the final beams of dying sun would still occasionally penetrate the window. The shadows of the night were beginning their haunt, but their presence inflicted no fear. They were a valuable asset that created the coziness of the house, along with the swirling smoke of the pots blooming with the most pleasant aromas.

I lit the oil lamps once darkness started interfering with my vision and opened the cupboard where the precious glasses of porcelain were kept. A bottle of fine vintage wine already rested atop of a table with fresh white linen and silver table ware – all ready for a dinner. I grinned as I place glasses on the sides of each plate, filled with anticipation of the evening.

As it would be expected, the military commander would receive more funding from the government than a regular soldier, which allowed the stoic Erwin Smith to live a life far more luxurious than he would of cared of. I myself ranked high in Garrison and could not be seen as poor, thus every touch of mine I've put to this house were paid by my own sweat. It's been three years since Erwin suggested I keep him company in this big, lonely residence, and I merrily accepted it, putting every effort into turning an unwelcoming mansion into home.

The door opened and the hero I greeted earlier that day walked in. He was ever so handsome in the uniform, but the snow white shirt with black pants of fine fabric did him justice. Looking at him one could never say that's the man who reeked of sweat and death hours ago, but even that scent of his would make me dizzy. As for now though, he smelled of freshness and pine trees.

With a soft smile playing on his lips, Erwin walked to me and placed a gentle kiss atop of my lips.

"You look gorgeous tonight, Delice."

His words stroke my ego as if it was a fat cat, and the cat has begun purring. I was pleased with my looks that night as well. My hair was falling freely on my shoulders, a subtle red lipstick gave my face some definition. But it's my dress that stole the show – a beautiful velvet of dark purple glided along each and every curve of my body, then pooling at my feet, complimented by big silver necklace Erwin had gifted me on my birthday.

"Why thank you, handsome. Now, let's celebrate your return."

I got my toes to return him courtesy of a kiss, and the man I loved with my entire essence obediently followed my urge. He pulled the chair out for me, and I merrily accepted his gesture.

After Erwin was also seated, the butler made an appearance. Without a word, he opened the bottle and filled our glasses with the finest red I could get my hands on, taking his leave right after. As the door closed, I raised my glass.

"To your safe return."

"To our freedom."

Erwin replied to a toast and I nodded for he was right. It was selfish of me to celebrate his return only, especially when other soldiers have fallen. I wondered how many women were suffocating in their lonely houses now, torn by understanding their beloved ones will never return. It sent a chill down my spine and I prayed to never experience that. To wash my bitter thoughts off, I took a generous sip and an astonishing flavor has bloomed in my mouth at once.

Not long after food came, too. A thick soup of barley and venison. Salads of sweetgrass and spinach and plums, sprinkled with crushed nuts, rack of lamb baked in a crust of garlic and herbs, garnished with sprigs of mint, and surrounded by mashed yellow turnips swimming in butter. Out of it all the meat was the most expensive and difficult to get, but I took care of it in advance. It would have been a shame had the outcome of the expedition been tragic, but there was no place for such thoughts.

We feasted long and well, and by the time we were done the darkness has fully enveloped the world. My hand rested underneath Erwin's at the middle of the table, right next to the empty bottle of wine. The chatter of ours has died out and I was starting to feel tired, plus the wine made my mind a little cloudy. All that now lingered in the air was flickering of the lamp, we simply stared at each other in silence.

Erwin then raised to his feet, offering me a hand and I understood this mute gesture as a suggestion we call it a night. I nodded with an agreement, wondering how late was it. What felt like an hour was probably a couple, and rest was something we both needed.

As the bedroom door close, I turned my back to Erwin without saying a word, but it was not needed. Goosebumps pimpled my skin as his fingers touch the back of my neck, carefully undoing the necklace and handling it to me. As I've placed my prized accessory on the side table, he was already working on the zip of the dress. Upon me straightening, his lips found my flesh and proceeded on planting small kisses first on my neck, then back. In a bit over a minute the dress of mine laid on the floor and I stood in front of him barely covered.

I turned around, allowing him to see the glory of the lingerie I wore just for him. It wasn't much, just a little less modest than usual underclothes would be, with some lace on the sides, but it was enough to impress him.

With a tremble in his hands, Erwin embraced me before his lips found mine, feverishly seeking them to part. I could feel his excitement pressed against me, that alone making me gasp into his mouth, now vigorously invading mine.

Feeling about as impatient, I allowed my hands to act on their own as they've begun hastily undoing buttons on his shirt, and once he felt them loosening, Erwin wriggled out of it. I gazed down of a little, just to admire his well toned, firm body, but it was soon interrupted by him forcing me on the feather soft bed.

I giggled mischievously and ran fingers through his blonde locks as he buried face between my breasts, arching back into his touch to show just how much I craved him. Erwin reached underneath me to unclasp my bra, pulling it off and revealing my bare breasts with one swift move.

With a right hand, she squeezed one of my breasts. As his lips embraced my nipple, I could no longer suppress a moan. He took it as a sign, and while his tongue toyed with my upper part, the left hand wandered down where I needed him the most.

My legs twitched with anticipation as his fingers found the sweet spot, immediately applying some pressure to it while making slow, teasing circles. I couldn't help but shiver, closing my eyes with in the bliss of a moment. Those firm arms of his always knew how to touch me gently, and that was kind of magic I was helpless to.

I gasped at the loss when his lips left my nipple, but soon they were pressed to my flat stomach. I felt wetness of his tongue coming in contact with my skin and it then started tracing down. At his point my body already trembled with desire, the moistness between my tights being unbearable. His fingers left their job and instead tugged on the edge of the lacy garb covering my full glory, processing to pull them off completely.

Although not a stranger of love making, everytime I appeared fully naked for him I would blush like a virgin. There was no time to be embarrassed this time, though. Within a second his mouth was tightly pressed to the area previously covered and I was not given a luxury of catching my breathe.

His tongue was relentless, he trashed between my thighs and lapped like a dog, sending me crying out in pleasure. As if it was not enough for me to lose my mind, his fingers slid into me, enchanting the experience to the maximum. It did not take long till I climaxed, but even then I was not allowed to relax.

Erwin casually wiped mouth with the back of his hand before gripping onto my shoulder. I released a small yelp as the strength of his forced me on my stomach. His hand then landed on my head, pushing it into silks, but I would not complain. I've heard how his free hand worked undoing his pants and soon enough an audible smack landed on my bottom check. I whimpered, but got the hint, obediently putting my rear up in the air.

And then he entered me. From the very start he was merciless, the pounds being as fast as they were powerful. Another slap landed on my butt, sending me crying out once more. In a reply to that, his hand that kept my head pinned, gripped onto my hair instead. A firm tug made me raise of the bed, all the while his body carried on slamming into mine.

The Erwin I knew in bedroom was different from Erwin I knew in every day life. He was wild, consumed by primeval instincts, beast like, so different from his stoic and collected self. And I loved it. The hand that forced me into semi-erect position has once again gripped on my breast, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. My body shook with submission as he took me as roughly as he pleased.

He never said a word, he never would, the room was filled with nothing but my moans, his pants and sound of wet bodies slamming against one another. Before long, Erwin released the final, lengthy groan and I felt hotness filling me and streaming down my thigh right after he pulled out.

Both of us fell right on the bed, exhausted and with uneven breathe. I snuggled into him, sweaty from the intercourse and listened to his heart thumping while my own tried to return to its normal rate. The normal Erwin was back now, I could feel it, and I smiled when he embraced me.

"I'm glad you're back."

I whispered, earning myself a kiss on the head.

"I'm glad to be back."