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Putting Out the Fire

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
It's been so long

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I sighed in frustration; I sat back on my knees, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. Shading my eyes, I glanced up at the sky at the distinct sound of an airplane flying overhead. From this distance I could make out the shape of a swastika on the side, I frowned. Returning back to my garden, I leaned forward and continued on to pull the pesky weeds from amongst the vegetables. I was lost in my own little world, pulling weeds; I didn't hear the sound of the gate opening. Humming a little tune that my mother taught me, I tossed another weed into the pile when I noticed the shadow fall over me. Curious, I stopped and sat up. I looked over my shoulder to see an S.S soldier standing behind me; he smiled when he realized that he had my attention. Politely, he took off his hat.

"Mrs. Stiglitz," he asked, courteously, with a charming smile on his face.

I looked at him peculiarly, as I pulled off my gardening gloves. "Yes, and you are?"

He chuckled and pressed his right hand to his chest. "Ah, how silly of me! My name is Colonel Hans Landa of the S.S. How are you this afternoon?"

I rose from the ground, wiping my hands on my pant leg. "I would fine if it weren't for these weeds and this weather. What do I own the pleasure of your visit, Colonel?"

He smiled, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Is your husband around, Mina? May I call you Mina?"

"Hugo isn't here, Colonel. He's out of town at the moment." I replied, ignoring his request to call me by my first name. The man gave me the creeps.

He looked put out. "Drat! I was hoping to speak with him."

"What business do you have with my husband, Colonel?" I asked, fear gripping my throat. When Hans Landa is looking for someone, it never seems to go well.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself about, Mina dear." Landa said, charmingly.

I raised my chin. "If it involves my husband, it is something I should be concerned about. Your visits aren't known to be very…pleasurable."

"Are you questioning an officer of the S.S army, Mrs. Stiglitz?" Landa asked, warningly.

I clenched my jaw. "No."

I stood, waiting, as Landa stood before me and stared me down. The wind blew, whipping my hair around my face. He cocked his head, curiously. "Where are you from, Mina?"

My muscles tensed. "I was born in Hamburg, Colonel."

He nodded, as he stepped closer. I held my breath, as his gloved hand cupped my cheek. "You are a very beautiful woman, Mina. Sergeant Stiglitz is a very lucky man."

"Thank you," I whispered, meekly.

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Light, feathery kisses brushed against my bare neck. Groaning in protest, I rolled over on my side, but that didn't stop Hugo. I felt him bury his face into where my shoulder meets neck and rub his stubbled jaw against my smooth skin; I squirmed and wiggled in his grasp. Grinning, I rolled over to face him, his hands gripping my waist. I cupped his chin, staring deep into his icy blue eyes before pressing a quick kiss to his soft lips. Hugo grabbed hold of the back of my head before I could pull away and deepened the kiss. Laughing against his lips, I pushed at his chest.

"Hugo, we have to get up!" I squealed in between kisses. Hugo grumbled something before he eventually pulled away.

Rolling my eyes at the microscopic pout on his face, I tapped his cheek. "Stuck it up, baby."

Sitting up, I began to run my fingers through my hair, trying to detangle it from any knots or gnarls. As I was braiding my hair, Hugo left the tent, but not before I shoved him in the butt with my foot; I heard him calling me names. I slipped off my shirt and shivered when cool air fluttered across my brassiere covered chest. Then, I attempted to pull of my trousers as I was sitting down, but it proved to be difficult. Once, it was finally off, I reached out and dragged my bag over to me and pulled out a modest, midnight blue dress. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves and began to button the dress up before pulling on my riding boots. I then crawled out of the tent.

Standing to my full height, I looked around the camp. They were all huddled around the fire, shoveling food into their mouths, as I was walking over to them. Wicki and Hugo looked up, as I was approaching them; I smiled at the both of them. Though my smile towards Hugo was mischievous, as his eyes promised retribution for my little stunt earlier. I was able to squeeze in between Hirschberg and Donny, who gave me a dirty look. I raised an eyebrow. So, he's still being a stubborn ass, is he? I smiled sweetly at Hirschberg, as he handed me a plate of what looked to be scrambled eggs and biscuits; he blushed. Modestly, I began to eat my eggs, which looked awful, but were actually a lot better than they looked. I looked down at the ground when my foot kicked something; Donny's infamous bat.

I glanced at Donny. "Who's your favorite team?"

Donny looked taken aback. "The Boston Red Sox."

"I've always been partial to the Yankees," I admitted, which made Donny look even more surprised.

"You like baseball?" He asked, doubtfully.

Grinning, I answered, "It's an all-American pastime. Let me guess, Teddy Williams is your favorite player?"

Everyone groaned, except for Hugo, who looked confused. I heard Aldo muttered, "Don't get him started."

"Uh, yeah! He's only the greatest hitter ever!" Donny exclaimed.

"Ah, but what about DiMaggio's 56 - game hitting streak in 1941? That was a great year for the Yankees." I reminded him.

"Well, has DiMaggio bat over.400 in a single season? I don't think so," Donny gloated, smirking fiercely.

"Well, what about when DiMaggio was playing for the San Francisco Seals and he batted .398 with 154 RBIs and 34 HRs, led the Seals to the 1935 PCL title, and was named the League's Most Valuable Player?" I stated, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Donny was about to retort when Aldo broke us up. "A' right, A' right, you can have yer pissin' contest later. We have work ta do."

I glanced over at Hugo, who was giving me a bemused expression, I winked. It seems that I had found a way into Donny's heart – platonically speaking, of course.

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Grimacing, I watched as the Basterds began to scalp the dead Nazis we had come across, Hugo made sure I wasn't anywhere near the scalping. They left three Nazi alive, who I assumed were going to divulge information for them. We all took our positions; I noticed the Nazis were looking at me in disbelief. What was a woman doing with the Basterds? The older, blond one hissed an insult at me. Hugo stared him down, but I just shook my head. Hugo was waiting patiently behind me, as I pulled myself up on the ledge, just in case I fell. Once on the hill, I sat on the ledge with my legs hanging off the side and Hugo stood behind me, I used his legs as a resting post. Aldo gestured for one of the Nazis to step forward, it was the older one. He kept his face void of emotion as he walked towards Aldo.

He saluted Aldo. "Sergeant Werner Ratchman."

Raine returns the salute. "Lieutenant Aldo Raine pleased to meet cha. You know what sit down means, Werner?"

"Yes," Ratchman nodded.

Raine leaned forward. "Then, sit down."

"How's your English, Werner? Cause if need be, we gotta a couple fellas can translate." Aldo asks, after he sits down and points to Wicki. "Wicki there, an Austrian Jew, got the fuck outta Saltzberg, while the gettin' was good. Became American, got drafted, and came back to give y'all what ya deserve."

"And another one over there, you might be familiar with, Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz. Heard of him," Aldo asks, as the two German stare down one another. I glanced up at Hugo.

Ratchman looks back at Raine. "Everybody in the German army's heard of Hugo Stiglitz."

Raine smirked and leaned forward. "You see the girl?"

"I saw her," Ratchman stated, simply.

"That's his missus, so I'd watch what ya say 'bout her. Got that?" Aldo demanded.

Raine continued, "Now Werner, I'm gonna assume you know how we are?"

"Aldo the Apache." The Basterds laugh.

"Well Werner, if you heard of us, you probably heard, we ain't in the prisoner takin' business. We in the killin' Nat-zi business. And cousin, business is boomin'!" Aldo stated, proudly, as the others cheered. "Now that leaves two ways we can play this out. Either kill ya, or let ya go. Now whether or not you gonna leave this circle alive, depends entirely on you."

Aldo pulls out his map and lays it out in front of them. "Up the road a piece, there's a orchard. 'sides you, we know there's another Kraut patrol fuckin around here somewhere. Now if that patrol were to have any crack shots, that orchard, would be a goddamn snipers delight. Now if you ever wanna eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this map, where they are, you gotta tell me how many they are, and you gotta tell me, what kinda artillery they carrying with 'em?"

Werner looked at Aldo, head cocked. "You can't expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger."

"Now, that's where yer wrong. Because that's exactly what I expect. I need to know about Germans hidin' in trees? And you need to tell me? And you need to tell me, right now? Now take your finger, and point out on this map, where this party's bein' held, how manys comin', and what they brought to play with?"

Werner leans forward. "I respectful refuse, sir."

Aldo glances up at me; I nod my head. "Now if you heard of Aldo the Apache, you gotta have heard about The Bear Jew?"

"I heard," Werner states, simply.

Aldo leans forward. "What did you hear?"

"He beats German soldiers with a club."

"He bashes their brains in with a baseball bat, what he does." Aldo corrected; I grimaced at the mental picture. "Now Werner, I'm gonna ask you one last-goddamn-time, and if you still, "respectfully refuse", I'm callin The Bear Jew over here, and he's gonna take that big bat of his, and he's gonna beat your ass to death with it. Now take your wennersitnitzel lickin' finger, and point out on this map what I want to know."

"Fuck you, your little slut," Ratchman shouts over his shoulder to Hugo. "And your Jew dogs!" Werner spat.

Aldo stands up, folding the map, as he says gleefully, "Actually Werner, we're all tickled ya said that. Frankly, watchin' Donny beat Nat-zi's, to death, is the closest we ever get to goin to the movies…DONNY!"

"Yeah," Donny calls out from the tunnel.

Aldo turns to the tunnel. "Got a German here wants to die for country. Oblige him."

I loop my arm around Hugo's leg, as the banging of Donny's bat against the walls gets louder and louder as he gets closer, he tugs on my braid. When Donny bursts out of darken doorway, looking menacing and powerful, the Basterds including me, cheer for him as he stalks towards the German. I watch as he presses his bat into Ratchman chest and asks, "Did ya get that for killin' Jews?"

"Bravery," was all he said.

Whack! And, he was down, but Donny wasn't anywhere done with him. I buried my face into Hugo's thigh; as I listened to the sound of his wooden bat make contact with Ratchman's body. The men were going crazy, as was Donny, as he spouted off baseball slang in a wild, thick Boston accent. I heard Aldo ask for the next soldier and then, there was a bang.

I looked up. "Damnit, Hirschberg! Donny, bring me another. Alive."

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I looked out the window; my thoughts were running wild, as my hand cupped my stomach. I didn't hear Hugo come in until he spoke my name.

I looked up, tears in my eyes. "Oh, Hugo, I didn't hear you come in."

He was silent, as he crossed the room. Hugo crouched down at my feet and placed his hands on my knees, staring deeply into my eyes. "What's the verdict?"

My bottom lip quivered. "I'm not pregnant, Hugo. I'm so sorry."

He reached forward and cupped my cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Mina. Our time will come."

The tears fell, Hugo's thumb was there to wipe them away. "What if there's something wrong, Hugo? Something wrong with me. I cou-." Hugo cut me off.

"Stop it, Mina! You are perfect and we will have our baby." Hugo told me, holding my face in his hands.

I gripped his wrists. "I want a baby so bad, Hugo."

"I know." Hugo leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

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"It's a good thing we never had a baby," I admitted, later that night in the tent. "God, could you imagine raising a baby in this?"

Hugo sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow. "If we had a baby, we wouldn't be in this situation."

I glanced over him. "What do you mean?"

"I would not have killed those Gestapo officers if we had a baby. I would not have wanted our kid to grow up with a murderer as a father." Hugo explained, laying his palm flat on my empty belly.

I narrowed my eyes in anger, as I shoved his hand away. "No? But, you would leave your wife to fend for herself, as you rot in prison. Or worse, died. Well, fuck you, Hugo Stiglitz!"

I sat up quickly, tossing his jacket off of my body. I went to leave the tent, but Hugo grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I wiggled in his grasp. "Hugo, you beast, let go!"

Hugo smashed his lips onto mine, I struggled for a bit, but then I gave in. He was too good of a kisser to resist. I moaned and whimpered against his lips, as my fingers tugged and pulled at his short, blond hair. Hugo was frantic with need, as he pulled me onto his lap and I felt his harden member on my inner thigh. I broke the kiss, drawing in greedy breaths of air and Hugo changed tactics. With gentle nips, Hugo traced a line down the column of my neck, pushing my hair out the way to tease near my collarbone. I leaned into his body, one hand anchoring him at the base of his skull, the other gripping his bicep. From there, he drew from my breathy sighs and tingling sensations that seared through my veins, providing fodder for my growing arousal. He licked, kissed, and sucked at the skin, pushing the strap of my brassiere down to map out familiar territory. I scratched my nails against the back of his neck, I felt him shiver in response.

"Hurry, Hugo. I can't take it anymore," I whimpered.

My eyes widened in shock when Hugo literally ripped my brassiere off of my body. And, the next thing I know, we're both naked and Hugo's inside of me, thrusting roughly.

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The guys glance over at the sound of cries of passion and the telltale sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Donny, Wicki, Utivich, and Aldo look away while the others watched the silhouettes displayed across the tent wall. "Damn, Stiglitz is getting it on!"

Wicki smacked the back of Hirschberg's head. "Have some respect."

"Look! He's putting her leg over his shoulder," Omar announced, pointing at the tent.

"…Woah. She's really flexible." Donny admitted, cocking his head in wonderment. He glanced at Wicki. "I bet you wish you were Stiglitz at the moment."

"Fuck you, Donny!" Wicki snapped, eyes flashing.

Whew! That was my longest one yet. :D