A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of the magnificant Quentin Tarantino. I was thinking...if Quentin Tarantino can rewrite history, so can I. I'm going to have some mentions of Bettie Page in here, a little bit before her time but that's the beauty of writing. I can do whatever I want.
Cristal
I woke up to find an empty bed, but there was a note where Donny had slept last night. I picked it up and read it before smiling happily and falling backwards on the bedm feeling like a giddy preteen girls after her first kiss. Last night had been completely amazing, and saying it had been the best of my life would be a bit of an understatement. I had much more in store for Donny too.
I quickly got dressed before rushing down the stairs, almost skipping. My hair was all over my head but I really didn't care. I was hoping Donny would be back in time for us to share a shower.
"Well don't you look chipper?" Aldo looked up from his newspaper.
I smiled before hopping up on the kitchen counter and crossing me legs and grabbing a half-empty bottle of champage from the counter.
"I take it things went well with you and Donny last night." he raised his eyebrows.
"You take things correctly." I smiled, taking a swig from the bottle.
"Lucky bastard." Aldo grunted before going back to his paper.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He and Hugo are downstairs taking turns with a German fella. Should be done in about twenty. How you feelin'?"
"A little better? Why?"
"I've got a little job I been thinkin' about for you."
"What?"
"I need you to do a little recrutin'."
"Who?"
"Bridget von Hammersmark."
"....The German film actress?"
"Yeah. Word on the street is she's been looking around with some information that might be useful to us."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, since you seem to be such a hit at parties...how do you feel about a litte clubbing?"
"Where?"
"Old Paree? The Moulin Rouge? Hammersmark is supposed to be making an appearence over there."
I nodded before smiling and standing up.
"Sounds like a plan." I grinned before looking to the door and Donny and Hugo walked up the stairs. The entire front of his shirt was covered in blood and his baseball bat was slung over his shoulder, covered in something I didn't even want to think about.
"How'd it go?" Aldo asked.
"Didn't talk." Donny sighed before stepping beside me and turning on the sink, running warm water on his bat. As he began attempting to scrub off the bodily fluids I winced as I saw wooden splinters go into his hands, although he didn't seem to notice.
"Here." I said softly, stepping next to him and moving his hands. He looked down at me, his eyes smiling silently before letting me work on it.
I grabbed a towel from beneath the counter before gently wiping off the blood an brain matter with quick strokes. He watched me before turning back to Aldo.
"Donny you up for a party tonight?" he asked.
"Um....I guess why?"
"I'm sending Annabelle down to France to go talk to someone. You wanna go with her."
I stopped and looked up at him.
"Yeah." he nodded before looking back down at me. I turned off the water before setting his slightly-stained bat down next to me and drying my hands.
"Excuse me." I said softly, brushing my hand on his wet abs before walking up the stairs, tossing him a wink then making my way up to my room.
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"Everybody out except Donny." Aldo said from behind his newspaper. I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter as everybody cleared out, already knowing what he was about to talk to me about.
"So.....you and Annabelle." he put down his paper, inhaling from his cigar.
"Yeah I guess so." I shrugged.
"She good?" he asked, staring me down.
"I suppose."
"She tight?"
"Ye-What?" why the hell was he asking me this?
"Is her pussy tight Donny answer the question."
"....Yeah."
"She got three nipples?"
I simply stared at him, not even bothering to answer the question. Usually I could tell where he was going with things, but as of now I had absolutely no idea.
"Okay guess you ain't gonna answer that. Perhaps I should get to the point now."
"Maybe you should."
"What I've gotta say is...whatever happens between you and Annabelle, it sure as hell better end well for your sake."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, my face becoming heated.
"Annabelle is the most important person here, there's no denying that. She's sexy as hell, speaks all them languages, and knows exactly what needs to be done, and what she's doing. We can't lose her. Now...if you break that little heart of hers buried underneath them nice breasts, I'm gonna break you with your own bat understand that?"
"Whatever." I muttered, heading for the door.
"Sgt. Donnowitz! Do. You. Understand?"
I turned around to face him, seeing the first really serious look on his face ever. He wasn't kidding.
"Yes sir." I bowed my head before opening the door and heading up the stairs to take a shower.
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I opened the door to Donny's room, creeping inside. I knew he was going to take a shower before doing anything, and took this as an opportunity. All I could think of was what he would look like when he walked into his room to find me lying naked on the bed.
I looked around his room. I had never been inside with the lights on before, and it was interesting. Dozens of baseball posters and hundreds of memerobillia covered the walls, along with pictures of naked women. The typical room for a guy in his 20s.
I sat down on his bed before unbuttoning my blouse, inhaling the scent of Donny's room that surrounded me. All I could think about was the look on his face when he walked into the room, his black hair damp and his muscular body dripping with water.
I laid back on the bed, wearing nothing but heels and the set of pearls I wore underneath everything, which had belonged to my grandmothers. They were a family heirloom. She gave them to my father the night before he was to shipped off the America on the eve that Harding signed the treaty to end World War I. My dad gave them to me, shortly before I moved out to Germany and it was last year when I found out my grandparents had died in Auchswitz that I learned their history.
I signed before laying back and crossing my lean legs, posing like Bettie Page. My hair tumbled down my shoulders and at the risk of sounding cocky, I thought I looked pretty sexy.
I closed my eyes, and didn't even hear Donny walk into the room 20 minutes later.
"Jesus..." he muttered, freezing in front of the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. I opened my eyes and smiled, narrowing my eyes and staring coyly.
"Like what you see?" I raised an eyebrow.
He closed the door behind him, still staring at my body. I watched him walk over, like an animal stalking prey. He seemed to be absolutely entranced by the sight that lay before him, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears with excitement.
"Well if you make me wait any longer I just might lose interest." I said nonchalantly, looking at my nails. In one swift moment he all but jumped into the bed before kissing me, our bodies tangled togther.
I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling his wet skin against mine. I ripped the towel from his waist before tossing it to the ground, feeling sparks as our naked bodies rubbed up against one another.
Donny's calloused hands ran down my body, grabbing my thighs and squeezing my breasts enthusiastically. As of now, he was completely in charge, which was just how I wanted it. I wanted Donny to do everything to me. All of his filthiest and darkest desires. I wanted to be that girl he tried everything on, and I assured myself I would be.
"Donny..." I breathed in his ear.
"What?" he muttered, his face buried in my inner thigh.
"I want you to....oh my god!" I gasped as he caught me completely by surprise, sliding his tongue inside of me. I clenched the sheets and arched my back, feeling his tongue, running across my tight oraface.
He dug his nails into my thighs, taking a hand and playing with my clit fiercly. I screamed loudly, the blood rushing from my body and pouring into my vagina and nipples. Donny's fingers. Donn'y tongue. I was in absolute heaven. He moved his fingers quickly, his tongue even quicker. I panted loudly, lifting up my leg and running my toes in Donny's hair.
"Yes. Yes. Oh god. Donny!" I screamed from my throat, clenching his head fiercly and holding it down. Out of all the countless men (and occasionally their wives and Axelle) I had slept with, this by far was the most pleasurable experience moment I had ever experienced. I grabbed my breasts, running my hands over my hard nipples. Donny sure as hell knew what he was doing, and he was doing it quite well.
I shuddered and bucked wildly, unable to control myself. It was pure bliss, and I never wanted it to end. As soon as I was thinking just that Donny pulled his tongue out before sitting up and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tasting myself on his pink lips. He rolled me over on my back before kissing my neck, traveling down my body. I tensed as he reached the small of my back before moving down to my ass, digging his nails into the soft flesh. I felt myself on the brink. On the edge of control. In a moment I was going to lose it, letting everything go, but that wasn't what I wanted.
He sat up, grabbing my waist before pulling me up on all fours and sliding inside of me. I moaned, shocked out how hard he was and amazed he hadn't said anything beforehand. He adjusted himself, before quickly thrusting into me, my body rocking forward with each push.
A curtain of hair fell in front of my face, and Donny grabbed a handful before yanking my head back forcefully, and sending a wave of pleasure through my body. My toes curled, my body on fire.
Donny raised a hand before smacking my ass, causing me to twitch. He snacked a hand around before rubbing me gently, still moving inside of me quickly.
"Did I make you this wet?" he growled in my ear, smacking my ass again.
"Yes. Oh god please do it again." I groaned, feeling the stinging spot he left behind.
He obliged me, doing it again before rubbing the red spot gently.
"Harder!" I screamed, my face bright red. My mind and body became lost and paradise, and it was mere seconds later that my walls clamped around him, and I fell limp. He shuddered before coming, giving my a final quick thrust before pulling out and falling onto the bed. I swayed for a moment before following suit, my hair matted and tangled from sweat. I looked up at the ceiling, smiling to myself.
Everything seemed to finally be going right for once.
"I've got an idea." Donny rolled over and sat up on one of his elbows.
"What?"
"Why don't you let me take you out tonight. After we do our little job?"
"How?"
"Well, since we're going to Paris Aldo and someone else will probably be coming too just in case something goes wrong. After we talk to the German chick we can head out, take a little break in the city."
"Would Aldo let us do that?" I asked.
"I'll just tell him straight-up. This is an undercover operation. We should get some time off."
"Think he'll be okay with that?"
"Maybe if you ask him. C'mon. We'll have a ball."
I smiled before leaning in and kissing him. That did sound like a good time.
