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

Vin Santo

"You do realize we've been in bed all day right?"

I chuckled as Donny pressed his lips to my clavicle. We'd been in bed the entire day. Outside the rain spattered the windowpane, and thunder rumbled loudly but I didn't give a damn, I was in heaven.

After Donny carried me up the stairs we had fallen back into the sheets, where we had spent the past six hours. My throat was already sore from the mixture of booze, cigarettes, and screaming but this was paradise. It really couldn't get any better.

"Sorry, but I've really been having a hard time getting off of you." Donny chuckled, kissing my jawline.

I sighed happily and closed my eyes, feeling his lips travel seperate parts of my body, making my skin tingle with each kiss.

"We're going to have to leave at some point." I sighed, not really wanting this day to be over.

"Yeah well...fuck that." Donny shrugged before running his index finger around one of my nipples.

"Mmmmm I moaned, crooking a leg around his waist."

He leaned in and kissed me, his soft pink lips pressing softly against mine. I was so completely lost in him that I didn't hear the door open, or Aldo walk inside.

"Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds but somethin' just came up." he closed the door behind him, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Donny swore before getting off of me, rolling over and pulling the covers up over himself. I rolled my eyes before reaching over and grabbing a cigarette, letting Aldo see exactly what he wasn't getting.

"What do you want?" Donny asked irritably, stretching out his arms and putting them behind his head.

"Got a job for the both of you."

"Do go on please." I took a drag from my Galouise.

"There's an Italian rat by the name of Berdelli. Word says he's been running back and forth between us and them, trading informations for immunity on both sides.

"So, what do you want us to do?"

"I need the both of yous to go get him, and bring him back here."

"Where will he be?"

"That's why I need you. Naturally he keeps himself well protected. Bodyguard personnell, that whole shabang."

"So...what's the plan here?"

"He likes to go to this skin joint. Best in Paris they say. I want you to go there and try out. I got no doubt they'll hire you. Once you get the job you'll lure him into one of the VIP rooms, then you and Donny grab him and get the hell out of here. You guys aren't back in three days, then we'll have an issue."

"Wouldn't it just be easier for us to grab him along the way to somewhere or something? I mean, why go through all the trouble of going undercover and applying for a job and all this other shit instead of just grabbing him on his way somewhere and bringing him back here?" I asked.

"That would be easier, sadly everyone is watching this guy. Anything we do has to be planned and sneaky."

"So let's go through this again. You want us to go to a strip club, have me try out, then get this guy away from his goons for a private lapdance then get him and drag him back here."

"Exactamundo."

"Hm." I looked down.

"Get packin'. You two leave in three hours."

He stood up and walked to the door before turning to me one last time.

"Nice rack you got there by the way."

And then he stepped out into the hall.

"Would you mind helping me out here?"

I looked at Annabelle and chuckled as she sat on her suitcase, trying in vain to close it. Figures. She packed so much shit it would be a miracle if she could carry it at all.

"Get up." I walked over before pushing it down forcefully and allowing the latches to clasp.

"You want me to carry this for you?" I asked.

"No I'm fine." she replied before grabbing the handle and pulling it off the bed.

There was a loud bang as it and her fell to the ground. She may have been strong, but she couldn't carry this.

"Damn." she muttered before standing up and putting her hands on her hips, turning back to look at me.

"I'll carry it." I insisted and went over to grab it before giving her a small smile. She hesitated, looking like she was about to say something before staring down at the ground and exiting the room. I looked after her. She did that sometimes it was weird. She'd get all silent and act like she was thinking sometihng she didn't want me to know.

What the hell was she afraid to hide form me?

I watched her walk in front of me, swinging her hips like she owned the place, her tight dress hugging that nice ass. I made a note that as soon as we got to our hotel I was going to destroy her.

Fucking all over Paris part deux.

I threw my suitcase on the bed before sighing and collapsing. We were staying in a motel approxamentally two miles away from the strip joint. Because we were on top of a hill, when we looked out of the window we could see it.

I turned around before opening the suitcase. On top were clothes, but on the bottom were several...actually more than that weapons from my personal arsenol. Guns, knives, hand grenades. I was ready for any and everything that would be thrown our way.

"Jesus. I thought you were auditioning to be a stripper, not taking out the whole building." Donny walked up behind me.

"Hey I just came prepared." I shrugged before grabbing the suitcase and pushing it under the bed. I sat down before crossing my legs. On the way down Donny had been strangly silent. Even now he was staring at me quietly, like a lion stalking its prey.

"What?" I smirked.

He walked over slowly, his hands in his pockets before extending a hand. I grabbed it, letting him pull me up into his arms and lips.

I inhaled sharply, breathing him, tasting him, feeling him. These were the moments where nothing else even mattered.

"Donny," I whispered in his ear.

"Hm?" he nibbled on my neck.

"I...I-"

I stopped myself just in time. The past few days the words had been creeping up on my tongue. I wanted nothing more than to say them, because I was sure they were true.

I was in love with him.

I always was a firm believer that love didn't exist until you were well into your thirties, ready to settle down and have children. The thought of being in love before I even became a legal adult made me laugh, but now....

I was completely infatuated with Donny. I had struggled not to say anything the past few days. I already knew how he would react. He'd be pushed away, he'd want nothing to do with me. I didn't want to lose him to something stupid like that.

"You what?" he looked down at me, his thick brows furrowed.

"Nothing." I played it off, feeling my face become red. I shrugged out of his arms before walking over to the bathroom, feeling his eyes on me.

I closed the door and collapsed up against it, slowly making my way to the ground before bringing my knees up to my chin. Why the hell did things always have to be so complicated?

"Ann, you alright?" he pounded on the door.

I smiled at his concern and the new nickname he had adopted for me. It was sweet.

"Yeah I'm fine, just taking a quick bath." I lied easily.

"Oh, okay well...I'm going to run out for a minute. I'll be back okay?"

"Okay."

I heard him hesitate for a moment in awkward silence before making his way to the door and leaving. I closed my eyes.

I loved him.

Damn.