A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds.
Sangria
I winced as I felt the sharp edge of the blade scrape my knuckles once again, sighing as I slapped the knife down on the porch and gazed at my mutilated skin. The torn flesh glistened with dark red blood that pooled from the wound immediately, dripping down my index finger.
Grabbing a rag, I wiped a streak away, the grabbed the leather strip irritably, returning to the menial task of sharpening my knife. My stinging skin tore my attention as I moved the knife back and forth, distracting myself from the girlish and frustrating thoughts that lurked in my head—the thoughts of Donny, of course.
Last night I found myself unable to sleep, tossing and turning pathetically as I wondered with each moment if Donny was with his whore. Funny, me calling someone else a whore. Me, the girl who lent herself to so many other men, some brandishing their wedding rings. And now I was upset to see Donny with some girl when weren't even involved.
But it was his words that kept upsetting me. His proclamation that he could not engage in a sexual relationship with me, when here he was! It made me feel foolish, for believing I could try and have him.
"Christ what the hell are you doing?!" a voice exclaimed, causing me to jump as the knife fell from my hand, clattering across the rough wooden planks of the porch. From where I sat on the floor I glanced up as Aldo emerged from around the corner, stopping on the steps.
"You scared me." I breathed, wiping the blood off my knuckles once more.
"Shredding yourself. Stay here, I'll be right back." Aldo demanded, entering the house and I shrugged, glancing down at my knuckles. It wasn't as if I really was going anywhere, though I could now see his concern. They were beginning to look pretty bad.
Aldo returned after several moments with a small box and sat down on one of the shabby rocking chairs. Motioning for me to come close I walked over and felt him tug at my arm forcefully, pulling me down onto his lap before I could protest.
"Give me your hand." He breathed against my arm and I reached out to him, letting him clean the wound delicately then wrap a bandage around my knuckles carefully.
"Something on your mind?" Aldo asked, tying the gauze carefully and I glanced at him, our faces too close for comfort. The moment he let go of my hand I scooted off his lap and took a seat on the steps of the porch, leaning down and resting my elbows against my legs, covered in a pair of brown pants that had been rolled up to the calf.
"Something on yours?" I replied, staring out at the beautiful garden seated behind the shabby house. It was an impressive maze of hedges budding with red roses and other flowers kept in impeccably fine keeping. I couldn't help but wonder who and why put so much effort into maintaining the structure. It was evident from the neatly trimmed hedges someone had seen fit to devote their time and energy to it.
"There's gotta be a reason you're out here tearing your knuckles to shreds. And I can guess that reason is a big Jew that likes to carry a baseball bat around with him."
I snorted, kicking off my shoes as a small gust of wind swept several pieces of hair loose from my bun. Pushing the loose strands from my skin I glanced up at the sky, rolling clouds a deep grey that threatened to break open and unleash the very heavens.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I shoot, knowing full well what he meant and that it was true.
"You and Donowitz act like a couple confused 12-year-olds, that's what I mean. Staring at each other across the room, think I didn't notice you in the meeting this morning? Your face was about as red as a chili pepper, I thought if he stared at you any harder your face might explode,"
"Okay stop, I get it. There's nothing going on between me and Donny." I rolled my eyes, standing up and bending down to grab my shoes.
"Point and case. You both got your panties in a bunch, moping around the house and over what? You two ain't even together! Just do it already!"
"You don't think I haven't tried? I got the guy drunk for chrisssakes, he's just not interested Aldo!"
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well, first he goes on about how he doesn't want to just sleep around with me, until I walk in on him and that slut-"
"I'll have you know Colette is a nice and respectable young woman. And you ever stop to think for just a second maybe the boy has more intentions than just taking you to bed? He respects you too much. It's what our mamas taught us."
At this, I remained silently, silently thinking. Could it be possible Aldo was right? Was I overreacting this entire time when Donny wanted nothing more than to prove he yearned for something other than a hasty sexual relationship?
"Now if it's sex you're interested in…well, look no further. I was on my best behavior last night, but you know, I coul've picked you back at that brothel. Don't think I didn't consider it. I just thought I should give the other guys a fair chance."
I couldn't help but laugh, crossing my arms over my chest and shaking my head at Also. Spinning around, I faced the garden once more just as thunder rolled across the sky, echoing distantly and promising heavy rain. Taking several steps off the porch, I lingered for a moment then let my bare feet pad against the lush grass as I took several steps towards the garden. I could feel Aldo's eyes, watching me as I entreated further into the floral forest just as several raindrops began to fall.
"Annabelle?" said a voice and I spun around with a start, just as thunder crashed, louder this time, bringing forth heavier raindrops. Without warning, the sky opened up violently sending torrents of rain down onto both Donny and I, pelting us harshly and soaking our flesh. The freezing drops sent some sort of small relief through me and I let strands of hair mat against my face as I stared at Donny.
"What are you doing? Come inside before you get sick or something!" he exclaimed, and I stood where I was for a moment, simply staring before a streak of lightening followed by an almost immediate thunderclap sent me running for the porch. Picking up my wet shoes I let the screen door slam behind me, surprised to find Aldo was no longer there.
Instead, I walked into an empty kitchen with Donny hot on my heels. Closing the front door behind him he shook his head like a dog, spraying me further with water as we both stood soaked in the middle of the room.
Glancing at him, I found his eyes downcast directly at my chest which was now exposed. I had worn a bulky men's shirt with no bra because the extra fabric provided more cover than I needed. Besides, after constantly wearing the stiff brassieres and corsets our madame provided, it was nice to go braless every once in a while.
With a day of relaxation in mind, I suppose I had not taken something like rain into account, and as I stood before Donny, my breasts completely exposed through the white blouse that clung to my skin I couldn't stop my budding excitement.
Stepping forward, I placed my hands on Donny's arms and he twitched slightly, looking into my eye for a moment as water dripped from his thick hair and down his face.
"What are you doing?" he breathed, and I stood on my toes, gripping his biceps as I pressed my lips against his own. With my kiss I let him know I still wanted him, and I placed a hand around the back of his neck, beginning for him to respond in kind. Much to my relief, Donny eagerly kissed me back, cupping my face with one of his hands.
"Right now. Let's go upstairs." I hummed deeply, and let my hands inch beneath his shirt, resting my palms on his stomach. He flexed beneath my hands, pushing me back towards the counter in a forceful way that both excited and surprised me. Placing his free hand around my waist, he pulled me into him, tongue begging my mouth for entrance.
And naturally, I allowed him. Opening my mouth I inched a hand into his pants, waiting for a response then diving deeper so that I could grab him. Instead of shooting back like I anticipated, Donny moaned into my mouth, pressing his lower body against mine ever more forcefully as I fingered his hardening cock in my hand. Having sex in the kitchen wasn't exactly what I had anticipated, but it was a start.
"I want to feel you." He whispered, taking his own hand and unzipping my pants. Driving it inside, he grazed my clit expertly, finding it without any trouble and I moaned, biting his lip softly as his fingers made their way inside me.
"You feel so good." He finally choked, and I began to thrust into his fingers as my clitoris throbbed dully with excitement.
"What if someone walks in?" I finally breathed when we broke apart for air, trying to contain my moans as the thunder erupted outside.
"They're all out, just Aldo. Put your mouth on it." He whispered, and I opened my eyes to stare at him for a moment, shocked beyond belief. Quickly failing to my knees before Donny could change his mind, I reached up and unzipped his pants, pulling him free from his underwear and holding his thick penis in my hand, semi-hard and more beautiful than I remembered.
Taking no time, I dove in, taking him in my mouth and sucking eagerly as I moved my head. Taking everything I knew about how to please a man I delivered the best I could possibly offer into my ministrations, relaxing my throat so I could take Donny to the hilt, even as wide as he was.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, and I came up for a breath of air then dove back down again, my tongue running the length of his shaft. After a bit Donny began to thrust into my mouth, whimpering as he placed a hand on my head. I grabbed his thighs, trying the best I could to take him without choking as he grew in my mouth. Gagging uncontrollably, I felt Donny grasp a handful of my hair as my throat contracted.
"That felt so good. Again." He groaned, seemingly unaware that it was completely involuntary. Allowing him to enter my throat I took him further than I could comfortably a again, gagging and letting my throat squeeze against his throbbing cock in a way that was apparently quite pleasurable.
I wasn't sure what exactly made me look up. Perhaps the sensation that I was being watched as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. All I knew, was that when I glanced up slightly to find Aldo standing across the room, staring casually, I was unsure of exactly what I felt. There was certainly exhilaration, having another man so plainly watch as I kneeled on the floor with Donny's cock down my throat.
I was unable to see further as Donny grabbed my head, thrusting into my mouth as he grunted loudly, pushing my head down with each thrust. And I allowed him to, letting Aldo see that I did in fact take control of the situation. I had conquered what was mine, even if it was in the middle of the kitchen on my knees.
"Shit, no no no." he suddenly groaned, shuddering inside my mouth before releasing himself. As his fluids shot down my throat I tilted my head back as he leaned forward to grab the counter, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"I'm sorry I just…I was so excited. I never go that fast but you-"
"Don't worry about it. That just means you get to make it up to me." I shrugged as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. There was no way I was going to let him know that internally, I was bursting with both glee and sexual arousal. I could still feel his hardened shaft sliding against my tongue. I wanted to feel him inside me now. I'd gotten a taste (no pun intended) and now I wanted the entire entrée.
Standing up, I fixed my hair which had become unraveled, falling in loose locks around my face then glanced over Donny's shoulder to where Aldo had previously stood. He was gone, making me wonder if he had ever really been there in the first place.
"I um….so….do you…." Donny flushed bright red as he shoved himself back into his pants, zipping them.
"Want to have dinner tonight? Yes, that'd be lovely." I threw out, noting his mixture of surprise first, then relief with not having to probably ask if I wanted to come to bed with him tonight.
"Alright. I'm going to go…do some things…" he finally managed to spit, his looking away from me. As Donny turned his back I stepped after him, putting my hands on his shoulder for a moment so he spun around to see if I wanted something. Standing on my toes, I planted the smallest kiss on his cheek and we both stared at one another for a long moment before he cleared his throat.
"I'll see you later." He said briefly, then left the room and left me, wondering what the encounter meant? Would Donny finally open up to me? Or would it initiate a new level of discomfort for the two of us? Whatever the case, I certainly wasn't going to give up without a fight, and tonight would be the fight of my life.
I stared at myself in the mirror, sighing as I held a razor to my skin and attempted to stop shaking as I dragged it against my skin. Nicking myself for the umpteenth time I finally slammed the thing down and wiped a small speck of blood from my face, realizing it was the closest shave I'd get without slitting my throat.
My hands shook as though I had some sort of affliction, and my body felt as though I did. My stomach was full of butterflies, heart pounding in my chest. And all over some dame.
Annabelle told me to meet her in the kitchen at seven. I had no idea what she had planned, but the thought of sitting in the kitchen with her promised an unwanted erection after what had happened earlier this afternoon.
I hadn't stopped thinking about it—how could I? The way it felt inside her warm mouth as she expertly worked me like a woman who knew how to please men. She did things with her mouth I didn't even know about, and I wasn't sure what embarrassed me more, the fact that I ejaculated after about three minutes, or the thought of how I might mess up tonight.
How could I compare to scores of other guys? She'd been with plenty, I was sure. And here I was, just some clumsy guy from Boston who could count the number of women he had been with on one hand.
I hadn't anticipated it of course, but when Annabelle had begun to kiss me, I seemed to lose sense of everything. I heard myself say things that I always thought but would never dare utter aloud. Hell, I'd pretty much told her that I wanted her, and there was no denying now that I did.
Every time I thought about how it felt inside her mouth and throat I throbbed, blood rushing to my loins with the promise of feeling the heaven between her legs. And boy had I felt her. When I stuck my fingers inside of her she was tight, warm, and growing wet just by my intrusion. I could only imagine burying my Johnson inside her. Better yet, I could only imagine how it would feel to make her climax.
I just couldn't get her out of my head. And how would I? To imagine something for so long, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, then have it come to pass more incredible than you could have ever imagined.
And that's exactly what had happened. Annabelle had snared me in her clutches like some sort of siren, and I was as weak as could be. My father would have been ashamed if he saw me, shaking like kid on his first date. She was younger than me for chrissakes! But as Nick Carroway said about Jordan Baker, "she was the most terrifying woman I had ever met."
Glancing into my room I stared at the clock then sighed, trying to staunch the small bloody nicks on my face as I buttoned my shirt. It was as if I had shaved for the first time. I could hardly think how Annabelle would react. It was pretty obvious how nervous I was, even after letting myself take control earlier as I so rarely did.
I was now running late. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint Annabelle further, after my performance that afternoon. So, I took one last pitiful look at the oversized Jew in the mirror and left my room, heading downstairs. It was lucky none of the guys were there. The last thing I wanted to deal with was an intentionally interrupted dinner laden with the guys hitting on Annabelle, and obnoxiously dropping hints to what we may be doing later. Thankfully, it was just the two of us until the early morning when everyone was due to return from their mission.
And that led to more pressure than I could possibly imagine. There was no way Annabelle would expect us to not have sex. So long as I could keep myself from exploding the moment I touched her, this night could prove to be something special.
It may have been the war. Guys were dying every day. We had no idea if the next would be our last. I wanted her, and now, it was time to buck up and get it. Had we not had our encounter in the kitchen, I could not see myself working up the courage to go through with tonight.
There was no backing out now. Annabelle was waiting for me, and it was best not to make her wait any longer. So, as I walked into the kitchen I felt my breath drawn as I stopped in my tracks.
Annabelle was a tremendously pretty girl. Beautiful really, with her caramel skin and wavy hair. Her lips was full and red, green eyes set perfectly apart. And each day she walked around the house in rolled up pants and men's shirts. Back at the brothel she had makeup painted on like a mask. Certainly beautiful, but so much that it took away from her natural beauty.
But here and now, I could barely think as I saw her. Lighting candles on the table, her hair pinned back, red-colored lips pouted intensely as she hovered over a candle with a match.
She wore a dark blue dress with long sleeves that showed just a hint of cleavage and stopped at the knee, teasing long legs tucked into white heels. Her hair was in some sort of updo, with half of it up and the rest down. In short, she looked like the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
"Oh. I didn't hear you come in. You can take a seat." She smiled, looking up at me and I managed to mumble something indecipherable as I walked to the table like an empty husk of a man, sitting down mechanically.
"You clean up nice." She smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder and I swallowed, trying to find my voice.
"So do you." I finally managed and Annabelle hummed before swirling around the kitchen. It was then for the first time I noticed the smell, savory aromas that mixed together in a haze of spices that made my mouth water. It was heavenly, like walking into my kitchen back home on Sunday when mom threw together our post-temple meal. The scent of rosemary sprinkled the air and I watched as Annabelle carefully bent down, pulling a pan out of the oven. Setting it on the counter she grabbed a large knife then turned her back to me, doing something I couldn't see before finally bringing the pan over and setting it down on the table.
I glanced down, mouth immediately beginning to water as I glanced down at the beautifully prepared chicken cacciatore dish, swimming in peppers, herbs, and a notable hint of red wine. Stepping away a moment, she returned with another dish, removing the lid to reveal a bed of steaming pasta tossed with green leaves, cheese, and tomatoes as well as several rolls of bread that appeared to be homemade. Pouring two glasses of wine for the both of us, I remained stunned over the candlelight at how Annabelle not only managed to pull a meal together in a matter of hours, but the fact that she had made something so seemingly extravagant and well prepared. It was as if she were some perfect housewife, a completely different girl than the one I knew who slept with men as a ploy to lead them to their deaths.
"This looks…wow." I trailed off, astounded and Annabelle took a sip from her wine, shrugging nonchalantly.
"My mother never cooked so I got into it when I was younger. I would cook for the girls too. We'd try and have these big dinners together every once in a while even though most of us hated each other. Trouble shaving?" she raised her eyebrow, and my hand flew to my face immediately, caught off guard. Feeling myself flush I shrugged boyishly, amazed at what a wuss I turned into around her.
"Let me know next time, I'll give you a shave." She said, taking a sip from her glass then stood up and leaned over. "Okay, what piece do you want?"
"You look really pretty." I suddenly blurted out without even thinking, my mouth running a race my mind couldn't keep up with. Trying as hard as I could not to slap myself I looked away and swore silently, catching Annabelle's grin. She knew I was nervous, and I knew she would do nothing short of torture me.
This was going to be one hell of a night.
I brushed my hair carefully, tucking it away behind my ears then stared at myself in the mirror, silently studying how I looked before stepping into the bedroom where Donny was waiting.
I wore a see-through teddy, pink and sheer, with lacy edges and flowers for a woman who even in sexuality maintained a certain innocence. I never cared much for the lacy things, preferring garments a bit more straight-to-the-point—if anything at all—but tonight would be about showing Donny I could be something more to him than a sexual conquer.
After coaxing him out of his silence at dinner, I become worried at his evident discomfort. He would barely look at me, responded with nervous and jittery monosyllabic answers. For a long while, I tried to hold it together, certain he was going to tell me at any moment he regretted what had happened earlier and decided it would be best for us to continue as acquaintances.
But then, it happened. After dinner and desert, I was cleaning up. Washing plates in the sink carefully, when Donny put his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck, breathing heavily like a man who had been restraining himself all night.
And now here we were. I had kept him waiting long enough, so, with a deep breath, I threw open the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom where I found Donny laying on the bed just as I had left him. As I hovered in the doorway, my hands on the frame he looked up at me and my heart jumped nervously in my chest for the first time in a long time.
"I bought it the other day. Do you like it?" I asked, grasping the bottom childishly and Donny nodded, sitting up in the bed. Making my way slowly I sat down, placing a hand on his chest and leaning in to kiss him softly.
I was immediately taken by surprise as Donny lifted me up, rolling over so that he was on top of me in the blink of an eye. Putting a hand on my face he pressed his lips to my own in a way that boarded passion, kissing me intently while grasping my body tightly.
"All I could think about during dinner…" he trailed off, burying his face in my neck as he sucked on the skin. Placing my hands on Donny's back I let my body sink into his own, biting my lip as his teeth took my flesh, sending tiny chills through my body.
"What did you think about?" I breathed, urging him to continue and he sat up, placing a finger on my bottom lip for a moment then leaning down and kissing me again, biting my lip softly.
"What it felt like when I had my fingers…" he trailed off and I gasped as Donny's hands pried my thighs apart, just grazing my lips. Letting his hand rest against my inner thigh he attacked me once more with his mouth, surprising in his ferocity and eagerness, no remnant of the nervous guy who barely made a peep throughout dinner.
"A-are you sure you want to?" I asked, silently strangling myself as the words slipped out. Much to my relief Donny muttered a reply and returned to kissing my neck, essentially choosing to ignore my idiotic question as his lips moved to my chest. Grabbing the bottom of my chemise, he pulled it up over my head, leaving it at my arms as he continued to kiss my chest, sternum.
His lips grazed the skin of my breasts before moving expertly to one of my nipples, sucking roughly so that I bucked, arching my back for him. Grasping my other breast in his hand, Donny pinched my nipple, hardening it between his fingertips. Flicking his tongue in and out quickly, he moved his lips across the small bud as I writhed beneath him, heat flooding my chest.
After finally deciding I had enough, Donny moved to my sternum, then inched his way down my body, kissing my flesh and leaving pleasurable tingles. As he moved down my stomach I raised my hips, and he glanced up at me darkly, before his lips landed on my apex, causing me to cry out loudly.
Wrapping an arm around my thigh Donny dove between my legs unforgivingly, immediately seeking out my clitoris with such expertise I found it hard to believe he hadn't been with many women. The way he flicked his tongue in and out, probing and teasing me so that I thrust slightly, throbbing with each movement of his tongue.
"Please, I need you inside me." I whimpered, my voice escaping in a choked cackle as I panted under Donny's ministrations. He was so aggressive and forceful, even as he moved and rolled on his back, pulling me on top of him.
Tossing my nightgown aside, I reached down, pulling him from his pants. Moving back, I pulled them down his ankles, tossing the garments onto the floor carelessly before climbing on top of him. Positioning myself expertly (it was my profession after all), I grasped Donny as he slid into me, letting out a loud strangled cry as I took as much of him as I could.
Flaccid he was impressive. Erect, simply monstrous. It only made sense that a man of his size would be well endowed, but in my line of work I had learned never to expect patterns. I had the largest of men with the smallest packages, and vice versa.
Not only was Donny gifted in length, but width as well so that having him inside me was slightly painful. Repositioning myself I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest as I tried to find comfort. My attempts were short lived however, as Donny put his hands on my waist and immediately began to thrust into my rapidly.
Stroking his chest lightly I tilted my head back as he pumped into me, the sound of flesh against flesh resonating across the room as with each thrust our skin met. Each movement sent a pulse of pleasure-charged electricity throughout my body, the wet throbbing only growing between my legs with each passing moment.
"Come here." He grunted, and I glanced down as Donny put a hand under my chin, guiding me down to mouth. As I kissed him our tongues clashed violently and I couldn't stop myself from moaning into his mouth, especially as he grabbed my bottom, squeezing it roughly in his hands as I continued to move on top of him.
"All of it. Take all of it." He breathed, and I tried to organize my mind for a moment, figuring out what he meant before a sharp slam made me let out a loud scream of both pain and pleasure. Grabbing my thighs, Donny forced himself inside of me to the hilt, in a way that made me feel as though I was losing my virginity for the first time. I wondered if it was possible for him to tear me apart, and if it was, would it still feel good at the same time.
Taking his cue, I put my hands on his chest once more then began to move up and down, taking Donny all the way each time as I came closer to my climax. Tilting my head back I grasped my breasts, letting my fingers toy with my nipples before something happened that caused me to let out a shrill scream even louder than before.
Without warning, Donny reached down and began to rub my clit vigorously, his other hand on my waist. Helpless, I let me, my toes curling as I clenched my fists, body shaking as I panted. Every second bought me closer to the powerful orgasm I knew was coming.
And several seconds later, I was met with an explosive release as my muscles tensed, pleasure surging through me. Donny grunted, baring his teeth as he did the same, spurting inside me and I fell onto the bed next to him, gasping for air as I stared at the ceiling in shock and bewilderment.
Donny Donowitz had just given me the best sex of my life.
I felt Annabelle stir beside me, and rolled over, wrapping an arm around her body again as I awakened to the sound of knocking that couldn't be real. Gripping her tightly, I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in her shoulder, smelling her hair as I inhaled deeply, only to be torn from the last tendrils of sleep by a series of heavy knocks once more.
"Shit. She swore, sitting up and pushing a mess of hair from her face. As the covers fell back I was met with the sunlight for the first time and rolled on my stomach, grunting as the rays cut right through my eyelids. Why did the dame have to sleep with the curtains open?
Sliding on a robe, Annabelle stumbled across the bedroom and I watched her, trying to close my eyes even as the door opened and I heard Aldo's voice on the other side.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Morning there Donowitz." He called, and I groaned, rolling onto my back and sitting up. Remembering I was completely naked, I pulled the covers up as Aldo peered into the bedroom at me, a cocky grin on his face that I couldn't even become irritated with. Not after last night.
Resting comfortably on my back I stared at Aldo, a challenging and careless smirk on my face. Not only had I gotten Annabelle when every guy in the house wanted her, but it hadn't been a one night thing. I snagged the thing everyone wanted the most and I was sure as hell feeling pretty smug about it.
"Morning to you too." I responded.
"What do you want Aldo?" Annabelle asked with an irritated tone, and I wanted to yank that robe right off of her. She looked so pretty with her hair in slight waves. I could only imagine what it looked like long, though I couldn't complain about how it was. She still looked pretty damn good.
"I got work for you. I need you and Archie-"
"Right this minute?" she cut him off.
"No, tonight-"
"Then we don't have to talk about it at seven in the morning. Or was this just a ploy to catch Donny? Boys will be boys." She shrugged, then let the door go, allowing to slam right in Aldo's face before turning around and facing me.
"You're going to regret that." I couldn't help but chuckle and she shrugged, climbing back into the bed and snuggling up next to me.
"Can't say it wasn't worth it. I'll keep his expression in my mind for a very long time."
I hummed in response, letting my eyes slip close once more as Annabelle rested on my chest. I'd certainly have her in my mind for a very long time.
