A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of the magnificent Quentin Tarantino.

Akvavit

I smiled, looking at the illuminated Paris skyline from our room at the Hotel Ritz. I still had tons of money left over from the tricks I had pulled, but I had no idea where Donny got the money to put us in a first-class hotel. I really wasn't going to ask either

The view was probably one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The lights twinkled over the horizon and she could see the outline of the Eiffel Tower from miles away, standing straight against the night.

I sighed, pressing my hands to the window when I felt Donny's hands around my waist and his lips on my neck. I turned around and grinned before standing on my toes and kissing him.

"You know," I breathed, pulling away "we still haven't had an actual date yet."

Donny chuckled, and I swooned as I felt his strong arms around me, and the thought of his rough hands touching my naked skin sent a rush of blood traveling downwards.

"We can work on that tomorrow." he replied before seeking out my mouth again, penetrating my lips with his tongue. I closed my eyes, surrounded by him. His scent. Everything.

Before I knew it, Donny leaned down and picked me up effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder and carting me over to the luxurious bedroom suite.

I smiled as he set me down before climbing on top of me, pulling up the bottom of my dress.

Donny grabbed my legs, softly kissing my ankles and moving his way up. Shins. Knees. Hams. Thighs. Inner thighs. Then finally...

He brushed his lips against my sensitive area, skimming it before moving up to my waist. I whimpered softly, throwing back my head.

"What was that?" Donny smirked, looking up from between my legs. I lifted my hips up a bit, urging him to slide off my panties and take me with his mouth but he only smirked at me, his eyes dancing dangerously.

"Please." I implored, my vagina pounding with arousal.

Donny slid a hand inside of my panties, rubbing me gently. I shuddered, my toes curling.

"Jeez you are wet." he snickered before pulling out his hand and grabbing the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down over my long legs.

He pulled my dress over my head, running his lips and tongue over me body. I grabbed his head, pulling his mouth back to mine and tasting the strong tobacco. I weaved my fingers through his dark hair, moaning loudly as he continued to touch me.

I don't know when or how, but when I opened my eyes again I found him completely undressed. It had only been a matter of seconds but he had gotten out of that tux as if he was on fire.

I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him gently and grinned as I watched his eyes roll in the back of his head.

"That feel good?" I tilted my head, watching him writhe in pleasure.

"Yeah." he moaned, his voice cracking. He dug his nails into the sheets beside me, his face flushing bright red.

He grabbed my legs, prying them apart roughly before briskly pushing into me, thrusting as fast and hard as I needed.

I gripped the sheets, everything in my body shutting down except the feeling of him hammering me.

I opened my eyes, looking into his dark brown ones. His boyish face now replaced with one like that of a predator, just having conquored its prey. His teeth her gritted, heavy eyebrows furrowed, and the veins of his neck sticking out against his neck.

He moved inside of me, the bed creaking louder than I could ever think possible. For a moment I was sure that we would tear a hole in the wall.

"Harder." I screeched, my entire world on fire. John grabbed one of my breasts, running his thumb over my nipple. I thrashed wildly, screaming loudly and wrapping my legs tight around his waist.

He pushed harder, braying loudly and I closed my eyes. These were the moments that lasted a lifetime.

**************

I woke up to what had to be the loudest snoring I had ever heard in my life. I was also somewhat shocked to discover that I couldn't breath.

I looked down to find the source of both problems. Donny was snoring loudly, and his upper body was splayed out across my chest.

I turned my head, taking in slow intakes of breath. Sunlight was spilling in through the white curtains and the room was illuminated beautifully.

I sighed before giving myself a moment and using all my to push him off.

He moaned and rolled over, pulling to covers up over himself, not even waking up. I smiled before getting out of bed and walking to the sitting room. I looked around. Everything here was just so...

I barely had memories of back home. Our family did well for our background. With my mother being black, she pretty much just stayed at home to avoid that obvious issues outside, and my father supported us the best he could.

Then there was sharing a home with dozens of girls. While selling my body had earned her a boatload of cash, there was very little space in the home for superficial items.

Next stop the house I had with the Basterds. A mansion full of men. Each of them raking in money (though I had absolutely no idea how) but instead of spending it on Egyptian cotton sheets or clothes, they spent it all on alcohol and drugs, occasionally suits.

This was a totally different world. Persian rugs. Silk. Satin. Television. It was beautiful. I knew very well that the rates here went a couple hundred a night. I was still befuddled on how Donny came across the money to afford it.

I walked into the bathroom before slipping into the spacious shower, getting my morning routine out of the way. As the warm water hit my body I closed my eyes, smiling at the thought of Donny touching me, and the thought of the day we would have together.

This would be the first time I would ever be really serious with a guy (if we got that far, which I planned on). I was going to make it go perfectly.

As soon as I stepped out through all of the steam I found Donny, sitting up in the bed, looking as though he was still asleep.

"Morning." I smiled, falling beside him. He looked down at me before rolling over, attacking me with kisses. I giggled happily before sitting up and crossing my legs, feeling like a teenager for the first time in years. I could hardly contain my excitement.

"So what are we doing today?" I asked, bouncing up and down.

"I'll figure that up when I'm awake." he grumbled before slowly walking to the bathroom. I smiled, before standing up and walking over to my suitcase, picking something out for today. And a great day it would be.

**************

I walked back intot he bedroom to find Annabelle, standing in front of the window, looking out at the birds. She had on a hat about the size of Texas, a black dress that made her body look even more incredible than it was naked (was that even possible?), a pair of nice shades and black heels. For a babe who spent her time fucking and killing Nazi's, she was sexy as hell doing it.

"You ready to go?" I asked, fixing the cuffs on my shirt.

She turned around and grinned, looking like Josephine Baker only fifty times better.

"Sure am." she replied before walking past me. As she walked away, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. The way she was swinging her hips...she had do be doing it on purpose.

"Something wrong?" she asked, turning back and looking at me like she knew what I was thinking.

I smacked her ass before shoving her out of the door. Having a girl like that beat everything.