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

Rakia

I watched Annabelle's chest rise and fall as she slept. Whenever she was awake she was always so in control. 10 years older than she actually was. Then when she was sleeping...it was the exact opposite. She looked innocent (that was a laugh) and fragile.

I leaned down, kissing her neck. The only thing on my mind was last night. The most incredible sex of my life and I know it had to be pretty good for her considering the fact that she pretty much passed out afterward.

She opened her eyes, looking up at me and smiling.

"Hey." she said, her voice weak.

"Hi." I replied, grinning. I looked down. Damn, that body.

She leaned in and kissed me, and I closed my eyes, thinking. At first she had just been that broad I really wanted to bang but couldn't. Now it seemed...like something else. I didn't know how to explain it. I really liked her. I didn't know how she felt about me but...

"Morning wood?" she raised an eyebrow, rubbing her thigh against me.

I felt my face get hot. Damn. How did she always find a way to do that? I hadn't blushed since high school until she came along.

"Why don't you do something with that then?" she asked, leaning in and kissing me before biting my bottom lip softly.

"How do you want it?" I growled in her ear, letting my dick do all the talking.

"I think that last night should have given you a hint." she looked right into my eyes, hers becoming dark,

I said nothing before grabbing her legs and shoving myself inside of her, watching her body twitch and hearing her scream.

This was a hell of a way to start of my day.

"How does this look?" I asked, walking out of the dressing room and strutting around in front of Donny in the black form-fitting Chanel dress that clung to my curves. I put Bettie Page to shame.

"Like I want to fuck the living crap out of you." he said as he leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

"I thought you always wanted to do that." I grinned in the mirror, running my hands over my full breasts. I watched as he shifted in the mirror, looking around to see if anyone else was watching.

"I think it make my breasts look good. What do you think?" I asked, grinning as I squeezed them. Donny fidgeted like his feet were on fire, looking around again.

"And my ass." I moved my hands down, running them over my ample backside. I turned around and gave him a smoldering look before opening the door to my dressing room, walking in slowly and daring him to join me.

He hesitated for a moment before following me inside, shutting the door behind him and pushing me up against the wall. I could feel the hardened bulge in his pants on the small of my back, and his hands grabbing at my breasts.

He pulled the neckline down below my chest, pulling down my bra as well in a matter of seconds and running his hands over the twins, touching my nipples and squeezing them roughly.

"You like that?" he muttered, biting my neck as his hands ran over both of my breasts, playing with them.

"God yes." I groaned, tilting my head back on his shoulder. He grabbed the bottom of the dress, pulling it up before dipping a hand into my panties, rubbing me vigorously.

I put my hand atop his, shoving one of his fingers inside of me. He pulled it out, sticking it in my mouth. I sucked eagerly, my eyes meeting his before he grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulling them down roughly before grabbing my hips.

I don't know when or how it happened but I suddenly found his hardened member, rubbing up against me.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Beg."

"Please."

"Shhh." he breathed in my ear before bending me over slightly and entering me. I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my waist before he began moving inside of me, in quick thrusts.

I whimpered softly and he slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to keep me quiet. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I was in heaven.

"When I'm done you won't even be able to walk." Donny said into my ear. I felt my face flush in excitement and I moaned loudly, which was muffled by his hand.

"Harder, please." I gasped, counter-thrusting.

He quickened his pace, digging his nails into my hips.

Donny put a hand on the wall in front of me, crushing my body up against the wall and causing me to bite his hand to keep from screaming loudly.

He groaned, panting as he moved in and out, trying to finish off as quickly as possible.

Stars danced behind my eyelids. My muscles tensed and dripped with sweat. Everything was over.

So far we were only three hours into our day and I was sure I wouldn't make it another few before I ended up passing out.

"You're going to give me heart failure." I turned to Donny before closing my eyes and resting my head on the mirror. He chuckled behind me before pulling out and leaning against the wall, resting for a second. Bliss.

"You know, I'm really thinking about staying here now." I muttered as we laid on the hood of the car, looking at the Paris skyline.

"Maybe we could come back after all of this is over." she turned to me, grabbing one of my hands.

"Maybe..." I tried to smile, feeling her hand in mine.

It was really bothering me now. We spent a majority of the time fucking, but I was sure that I really liked her. The moments like this where we actually sat around and talked. She really was a smart kid. And good in the sack that was a plus.

"Can I ask you something personal?" I turned to her.

"Of course." her eyes softened as she looked back at me, her hair spread around her head like a halo.

"What made you become a hooker?"

She giggled then sighed, blinking slowly.

"Well, when I came over to Germany it was really the only thing I could think of that a girl my age could do without looking suspicious. Then after that I realized that it really was one of the best ways to access some of the men. You'd be surprised who you see walking into a brothel, and extracting information is pretty easy after a good orgasm."

I nodded, feeling her smooth skin underneath my hand.

"What about you? I highly doubt that as a little boy you wanted to be a Nazi-killer."

"I wanted to be a baseball player." I shrugged.

She looked at me. Really looked at me, like I'd never seen anyone do before. I had always been a good batter, but when it came to getting out there in the field I was complete shit. It was obvious that I'd never become a major leaguer. I knew that since I was around seven, but when you're a little tyke you still have hopes. Every dame I knew looked at me sideways when I told them what I wanted to become, along with half the people I knew. But Annabelle was staring at me like she could see into my soul or something. It was weird and exhilarating at the same time.

"I've always wanted to become a lawyer." she smiled, looking back up at the sky.

"A lawyer? Jesus. I don't think there's ever been a woman one of those before."

"I want to be the first."

I nodded before rolling over and kissing her, running my fingers through her hair. Her smell. The taste of her mouth. Everything was just so...I couldn't explain it.

"Annabelle..." I moaned into her mouth.

"Hmm?" she breathed, putting her hands in my hair and attacking me with ferocity.

"I think I'm in lo-"

She reached a hand down and squeezed my package, distracting me from the death sentence I had almost said. I had almost told her I was in love with her.

What the fuck was this? Me? In love? With a broad who was seventeen? And a hooker? Jesus fucking Christ I was really going off the deep end. It was just my cock talking.

"You okay?" she broke away, looking at me with concern.

"Yeah. Maybe we should just uh...head back."

She tilted her head in confusion before nodding and sliding off the hood of the car and opening the door.

I remained there for a moment before following suit. I needed some time alone to think.