A/N: So, who else was waiting for this song to come up? I know I was.
By the way, for anyone interested, I do plan on starting another story within this fandom. Whether it's focused on Nixon, Speirs, or Compton is still up in the air, though. (Suggestions, anyone?)
I do not own Band of Brothers and have never meant any disrespect.
Music by The Postal Service.

XX. Such Great Heights

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay

New York, New York
September 28, 1946

Dick swung his legs over the side of the bed and scanned the room for his clothes. The afternoon sun cut through the thin opening in the curtains and left a streak of light in the middle of the bed. A grin grew across his face and he bit down on his bottom lip to contain it.

"So… how exactly… is this how I'm… I don't kn—" he stammered, playing with the hem of the sheet.

Cora sat up and leaned toward him. She draped her arms around him and pressed her body to his back, placing soft kisses on his neck.

"You were absolutely perfect," she whispered.

Her curls spilt forward as her mouth worked its way down his neck to his shoulders, tasting and nipping at the freckled flesh. Dick tilted his head back and whispered his wife's name before turning fully toward her.

"Was I really?"

Cora shook her head and laughed. "Oh, honey, I never lie about sex."

He pressed his lips to hers, both of them laughing. The newlyweds fell back onto the mattress, their limbs intertwining. Cora rested her head upon Dick's chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart as it thudded in time with hers.

"We should probably head to the reception, right?" he said, thinking of all the guests. "Unless…"

Cora lifted her head up and stared into Dick's eyes, bewitched and bewildered. "Why, Richard Winters, are you suggesting something inappropriate?" she teased.

"And you thought you knew me so well."

&&&&&

Every living member of Easy Company had attended the wedding of the Captain and the Major that autumn. It was the first time both the bride and groom were in uniform. They made a home for themselves in the mountains of northwestern New Jersey, the place in between their two working worlds. Dick had taken the job at Nixon Nitration Works and Cora, who had proved herself worthy in the war, occupied a position as head surgeon in a Manhattan hospital.

When the United States went back to war, the Army called upon the Winters' expertise. Dick trained the rangers and soldiers, while a pregnant Cora instructed the combat medics.

"They want me to fight with them," he told her as they lied in bed one night.

Cora's face fell and she instinctively placed a hand on her swollen stomach. "Are you going?"

Dick rolled on his side, propped up on his elbow, and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"No. I've seen enough of war."

"Good," she said with a grin. "Besides, if you think you're leaving me to take care of this thing on my own, then you're fucking nuts."

He laughed, kissing her belly. "'I'd miss you if you left' works too, you know."

&&&&&

Nothing changed as they grew older.

At the reunions, Cora was still the life of the party. She danced with her boys, stole their cigarettes, drank their beer. Her skin wrinkled and her dark hair lightened, but her scars never lost their silver tint and her lips never stopped forming those incandescent grins. And Dick was still the wallflower, watching her from afar as she captivated the room and won over the other wives. But she loved him, and there were times when he knew she questioned why. Their overwhelming differences still astounded people, just as much as their teamwork did. Dick and Cora fit together, like the ingredients of an apple pie… wholesome, with the perfect storm of sugar and spice.

They even had the occasional conversation through the bedroom window.

"Cora, this is ridiculous. Just come to bed."

"Dick, please! Let me relive our youth. Come on, tell me that I'm going to get you in trouble one of these days so I can say something sarcastic."

"Sure, because you need an excuse. And before you say that old age has made me bitter…"

"My God, you do know me."

&&&&&

In 2001, the two boarded a plane headed for Europe and the premier of a mini-series that had been based off of their time in the war. She had remembered the numerous occasions that she had been interviewed by Mr. Ambrose and all of the intimate details she had shared about her relationship with both Dick and Sobel. She wondered just how far they were planning on going… it was HBO, after all.

"It feels strange to just sit down the whole time, doesn't it?" she said to Dick with a smile and a light squeeze, trying to keep her mind off of the sexcapades of her early life.

"I'll have to keep you away from the doorway and any green lights. You might get ideas," he teased, also thinking about how the two of them would be portrayed on screen. Nixon always said that everyone else could see it.

"Now, Dick, you know you'd have to jump with me. What fun would it be without you?"

Fin.

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