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March 12, 1945
Sturzelberg, Germany
Easy and the rest of the 506th finally made their way into Germany. To their happy surprise, they entered without a fight.
The town accepted them graciously. Seeing that the American tanks had already come and gone, any new invader without them was a welcomed relief. Easy was to stay here and watch the distant line until further notice.
The days consisted much of the same. Speirs excused the medics from training so that they could set up an aid station, that thankfully hadn't been used yet. Once it was complete, Evelyn was bored. Really bored.
The other soldiers at least had patrol duty, but when she wasn't in the aid station for her eight hour shift, she found herself trying to pass the time with too many thoughts in her head.
After trying to stay with Roe after her latest round, he finally kicked her out. She was beginning to drive him crazy, organizing and reorganizing the same drawers again and again. With a huff, she left.
The tension in her muscles still hadn't abated. She was beginning to think it never would. Thinking back, she tried to remember how she would alleviate stress at home. It took her awhile to remember, but then it came to her - swimming.
At least a few days a week, she would swim laps either at the community pool, or when the weather was warm, in a nearby lake. It cleared her head more than any alcohol or aspirin. As a child, she loved swimming. From the moment it was warm enough to enter the lake nearest her city, she was in, staying the entire afternoon until her lips were blue. With a new mission in mind, she began to walk.
Evelyn sighed after an hour, making her way down another lane along the Rhine. She looked at the angry water with a pout. Her wonderful stress relief was just out of reach. She had yet to find anything that fit the bill. It looked like Sturzelberg wasn't going to suffice, at least not with raging rapids. Maybe at their next stop.
Looking up from her feet, Evelyn's eyes went wide. There, just off the shore of the river, was a large pond. Giggling, she jogged to the water's edge before squatting and splashing her fingers in.
Perfect.
She looked over her shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief that no one was in sight. This pond was going to be her safe place, a spot for her to clear her head and pass the time until Easy moved on again. Eager to get back for a towel, she walked to where she came from.
On her way back, she took a shortcut across a large field. Near a far edge sat a decrepit looking warehouse. Too curious for her own good, Evelyn started for it.
She slid open the heavy door and peered inside. She knew she was being stupid. Although the Americans easily took the town without any fight from the townspeople, anyone could have been inside. As usual, she didn't have a gun.
Sunlight streamed in from a single ceiling window, but for the most part, it was grim and grey. The floor was made of dirt, and it was clear that no one had been inside the building in quite some time.
"Thinkin' of renovating?"
Evelyn jumped at the sound of Liebgott's voice, crying out a curse. She turned to face him, a hand to her heart. "Christ, Joe. I've suspected it for some time, but now I know you're trying to kill me."
He grinned, lighting a cigarette and walking in to stand just at the entrance. "Nah, why would I kill ya? Where else would I find so much entertainment?"
She rolled her eyes and walked towards him until she stood a few feet away near the door. "I'm sure you'll scrounge something up. You always do."
He winked before gesturing around to the huge open space. "I was just takin' a walk and thought I'd see if there were any krauts hiding inside. What's your excuse, Cass?"
Her eyes wandered, trying to make sure she didn't give away anything. It took her hours to find that pond, and she wasn't about to share, but she didn't trust in her ability to lie, especially against the poker champ. "I was looking for a quiet place. You know, a spot to myself to escape the testosterone."
Liebgott gave her a look. "And an abandoned warehouse is your first choice?"
She huffed and crossed her arms. "It has…charm."
He smirked around his cigarette. "Charm."
Evelyn narrowed her eyes before stepping up to him and plucking the cigarette from his lips. He watched as she took a drag, breathing in the sweet smoke once before stubbing it on the ground with the toe of her boot. Her eyes met his. "You really shouldn't smoke. Dirty habit."
Liebgott studied her for a moment, and she could see something shift in his eyes. He stepped closer. Surprising her, his hand cupped her cheek, thumb grazing over the sharp planes. Evelyn felt the breath in her lungs hitch. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
Again to her surprise, Liebgott didn't smirk. Instead, he memorized the look in her eyes before raking his own across her face and landing finally on her lips. "I'm gonna kiss you," he replied, equally as quiet.
Her eyes widened. She wasn't sure she heard him quite right; her heart was suddenly thundering in her ears. "But why?"
She saw a hint of the smirk just then. Somehow it calmed her. "Because I want to." He leaned in closer, placing his right hand on her other cheek before grazing it across her neck and into her hair. She shivered at the contact. Taking a step closer, effectively placing little room between the farm door behind her and his body, the smirk deepened. "Don't you?"
Evelyn stared at him for a moment, the longest moment she ever felt. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing. And then with the slightest nod from her, Liebgott's smirk disappeared once again and his mouth covered hers.
To say she had never been kissed like this would be a massive understatement. Liebgott took what he wanted, demanding her to respond as he deepened the kiss and brushed his tongue across her bottom lip. Gasping, she opened her mouth and he took more, teasing and caressing with his lips.
Again, he demanded more and she felt a wonderful tightening inside her at the feeling. At last, she responded, kissing him back with equal fervor and wrapping her arms around his neck. He took advantage of the position and pinned her against the door, his hands pulling her closer than she thought possible.
Evelyn pulled away, panting, in an effort to catch her breath. He didn't relent - his lips grazed at the opening of her shirt along her collarbone. "Joe," she gasped. She couldn't continue her thought because, in truth, her mind was blissfully blank for once.
Liebgott wrenched back and looked her hard in the eye. His fingers continued to play with the hem of her shirt at the small of her back, finally finding skin. "Do you want to stop?"
She felt a deep, physical longing start to beat hard in her belly. "No," she murmured.
He seared his lips against hers again, finally pulling her shirt from her trousers successfully. "Then don't think," he said against her mouth. She groaned when she felt his fingers tease under the waist of her pants. In the back of her mind, she heard him slide the door close before pressing her back into the wall.
Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt the same time he found hers. Together, they fumbled through enough of them until both their shirts and tshirts could be pulled up and off. And then they crushed their bodies back against each other, Evelyn curving her back in an effort to get closer.
A moment later, she pulled away again. "Shit," she muttered.
His lips continued to trail down her neck. "What's the problem now?"
Evelyn sighed and she could feel the blush creep up to her cheeks. "I don't have a condom on me."
Liebgott reared back and began chuckling. He shook his head in mock annoyance. "Would you look at that? Our own medic not following her own precautions." She grinned and swatted at him, but he pulled back laughing. Circling an arm around her waist, he ghosted his lips over hers. "Good thing I listened to you this time."
Then he pinned her body with his, their lips searing one another. His hands tangled in her hair until finally drifting down her bare back. Fingers danced across the soft skin there and she moaned softly at the feeling.
As his hands wandered, Liebgott felt something strange and pulled away. Evelyn opened her eyes, trying to catch her breath. She watched him furrow his brow and step back. "Jesus, Liebgott, I know you're the king of going hot and cold, but don't you think…"
He ignored her and walked to face her back, holding her shoulders in place when she tried to twist. His eyes fell on the ragged scars on her skin. What he had felt was damaged tissue. "Christ, Cass," he murmured. His heart clenched painfully.
Evelyn blushed in embarrassment, and stuttered, "They're pretty ugly, huh? The doctor said the color might fade somewhat, but the tissue…" She stopped abruptly when she felt his lips graze one of her old wounds. Her breath caught in her throat.
Liebgott continued to kiss each of her scars, slowly moving down to her hips, brushing his tongue every now and again. He made his way back up and couldn't help smirking when he noticed she was frozen in place. Taking his time, he moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Don't let me forget the ones on your thighs."
Despite herself, she shivered and she audibly cursed him for it. Chuckling, he hooked his thumb under the strap of her bra and pushed it away, trailing kisses behind it. Her breath became labored again as he mimicked the motion on the other side.
With his chest pressed into her back, he slid his hands up her stomach until he found the clasp of her bra. He paused. His warm breath tickled her ear. "Tell me to stop."
Evelyn was silent, antsy for him to continue. With a kiss on the side of her neck, he rid her of the undergarment until it fell to the ground. His hands continued until he cupped her breasts, rolling the skin stiff. She groaned, arching her back against him. "Now I know I'm not as…endowed as you prefer, but…"
"Cassidy?" he murmured against her skin, scraping his fingernails over her ribs. "Shut up or tell me to stop. One or the other, doll."
She surprised them both. "Stop." His hands froze and in another moment he stepped back. He had to shove his hands into his pockets; they ached to touch the curve of her back again.
With a deep breath, Evelyn turned to face him, a defiant look in her eye. Liebgott couldn't help it; he drank in the sight of her naked upper body.
Taking advantage of his stunned silence, with a grin, she grabbed him by the dog tags, causing him to lunge forward and catch her body hard against his. She inched up his hips, wrapping her legs around him before scorching his lips with her own. Turning them, he pressed her into the wall once more.
When she needed to breathe, she broke apart, but he continued on his way down her neck and chest, hitching her body higher to allow better access. "Quit telling me to shut up, Liebgott," she gasped. Her fingers twisted his hair, urging him to get closer.
"Alright," he drawled a moment before his lips found what he was looking for. Lavishing his tongue around her, he took a moment to look up at her face, watching the words in her throat catch. "Guess I'll just have to shut you up myself." She had enough of her sense left to curse him then, but her legs tightened around him in response. She felt his hands graze over her ass and the back of her thighs, squeezing softly, making something deep inside to beat harder.
"Joe," she panted. Her fingernails began to scrape at his shoulders. And again he shut her up by crushing his lips against her, putting his body flush against hers once more. He ground into her and she could feel how affected he was as well.
Her patience snapped; she had enough of his torture. Jumping down to her feet, she caught his grin as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Grabbing him by the waist of his pants, his smile turned wicked as she undid his belt. He held up his hands innocently. "What the hell you doin' here, Cassidy?" His usual snarky question held a purr.
She had the pleasure of watching him shut up and gasp as her hand slipped underneath his clothing. With a grin of her own, she stepped closer, hand continuing her own form of torture, and whispered, "Same as you, Liebgott."
If the 101st Airborne kept track of speed in which two soldiers rid themselves of their clothing, Evelyn and Liebgott would easily win hands down. It felt as if she blinked and their boots disappeared. Another blink and then their trousers. Another blink and her bare legs were back around his hips as he pressed her against the wall again.
Liebgott wrenched his lips from hers, both of them breathing heavily. With a surprisingly tender touch, he brushed her hair back from her face. He kissed her slow and sweet before looking back to her eyes. "Tell me to stop."
She answered by reaching between them a moment before she connected their bodies. He hissed in response, allowing her to have a moment to adjust, wiggling her hips side to side. Both sets of eyes were closed in concentration. And then she began to move.
They were alone. She knew this, but she tried to muffle her moans anyhow, convinced someone was going to come through that door. She leaned her head back against the wall, allowing him more access to her neck. Her fingers clawed into his chest, trying to quiet herself.
As if he could read her mind, Liebgott grabbed her hips and took charge, changing the angle and quickening the pace. He had the pleasure of watching her gasp and groan. "That's it, Cass. Don't hold back," he hissed in her ear.
Evelyn's arms made their way around his neck, pressing his cheek into her chest. His teeth scraped along her collarbone. Her entire body was on fire. "Christ, Joe. Fuck."
Before tonight, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in the arms of a man, losing control like she was doing now. And even then, it wasn't like this. Before it was sweet and slow. This was anything but.
Her legs involuntarily tightened around his hips when she felt a familiar clenching inside. Her ragged breathing quickened even more and she needed to do something to suppress the wave that was coming. She bent her head and found his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth, causing him to cry out in surprise. When she heard it, that was all she needed. Her body shuddered against him and her teeth released him to moan softly.
Her legs didn't have any strength left to hold her up, but she didn't need to anymore. She felt Liebgott hold her closer before he lowered her to the ground. In the next moment, he continued his fast pace, his arms trembling to keep himself upright.
As she came out of her fog, her muscles jelly, she pressed her knees to his sides and lifted her hips. The new angle caused him to groan and press his body against hers again, unable to remain on his hands any longer. "Stick with me, Cass," he groaned in her ear. "Come on, girl. Hold out for me."
Evelyn's hands traveled lower and pressed into his hips, encouraging him to get even closer. She hissed at the friction their bodies created, and she felt him tense, knowing it was affecting him too.
And then their lips connected once again, starting off as passionate and hot, but as they both went over the edge, slowly turned to soft caresses and brushes of their mouths. Liebgott let out a huge lungful of air into the curve of her neck. "Christ, Cassidy."
Evelyn petted the damp hair at the nape of his neck and nodded as if drugged. "Agreed," she murmured. And then they just laid there, a moment together to recover.
And just a quickly as it had appeared, they were back to what they were before he kissed her. Evelyn stared up at the cracked ceiling as he pulled off her, her eyes trying to go anywhere but his. With a smirk, he held out a hand to help her up.
She narrowed her eyes at it a moment before taking it, not sure if they were past the time of allowing the other to fall on their ass. He pulled her to her feet.
With a deep blush, she was suddenly aware of her nakedness. She quickly pulled on her underwear and pants, before searching for her bra.
"Looking for this?" She turned to see him smirking and holding it up with one finger. Snatching it, she turned her back to him before putting it on and then shrugged on her shirts.
Evelyn turned back to face him, her finger pointing into his chest. He stood unabashedly naked in front of her, which stopped her for a moment before she was able to focus once more. "You tell anyone about this, Liebgott, and I swear to God, I will find you in your sleep, drug you only enough to inhibit movement, and make you watch as I sever off each of your extremities. All of them," she growled.
Liebgott grinned, undeterred. "Imagined that before, have you? Don't worry, Cassidy. As if I want anyone to know about this."
"You better hope they don't."
She began to walk towards the door but stopped when she heard his voice again. "So same time tomorrow?"
Evelyn threw him a rude gesture before sliding open the heavy barrier. "Fuck off, Liebgott. It's never happening again."
To say that was a lie was the understatement of the year and would likely remain so - and it was only March. It may have not been the next day, but after two weeks of nothing but memories of that evening and constant boredom, Evelyn found herself back in that abandoned warehouse with Liebgott again. And this time he remembered to kiss the scars on the back of her thighs.
Thankfully for Evelyn's sanity, Easy was being called on again. They were headed into the Alps, deep into the German countryside. Although the majority of soldiers were sad to go back out again, they were also eager to end this war at last. Taking more of Germany was the only thing left to do.
Evelyn climbed into the truck and sat across from Liebgott and Webster, but next to Luz and Roe. She was pleasantly surprised to find her tumultuous relationship with Liebgott fell right back as it was before that warehouse - maybe with just less turmoil. Their relentless torture they exchanged for one another remained unchanged, but, this time, Evelyn was actually enjoying it.
The ride was long. They had already stopped for one night in a random village, and now they were back in the trucks, moving further into the country. Pretty soon, conversations turned to what each soldier was going to do when they got home.
"What are your plans, Evie?" asked Roe.
Evelyn shrugged. "Probably go back to nursing school. I can't really imagine doing anything different. Maybe this time, I'll graduate."
"Hmm, that sounds fun, Cassidy," said Liebgott with a smirk. "Me? I'm gonna find me a nice Jewish girl, with great soft titties." He turned to Webster on his side. "I'll marry her, and buy a huge house to fit all the baby Liebgotts we're gonna make." He leaned in towards him and hissed, very loudly. "Great, soft titties."
Webster glanced at Liebgott, trying and failing to find a way to make the man shut up. He tried responding, hoping that would work. Maybe only a little support was needed. "That sounds nice, Lieb." He needed to shout over the roar of the truck.
Liebgott's eyebrows raised and he held his hands out in front of his at a far distance. "Nice? Nah, they won't be just nice, Web. They're going to be fuckin' amazing." His fingers curled and he shook his hands to emphasize what he was trying to explain. "Enormous and soft. I'm gonna sleep on them every night."
Webster sighed, giving up before turning to Evelyn across from him. They exchanged a look; the girl also wasn't impressed. You only encouraged him, you idiot, she thought.
Liebgott saw the transaction and turned to her. "You know, Cassidy. The spongy way a nice, large breast can just hug your… wait." His smile turned vicious. "Ahh, ya don't know, do ya?"
Evelyn only raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "No, I don't know, Joe. Just like you will never know the feel of my breasts - albeit small - on your cheek." Her eyes danced with mischief.
Webster snickered. "Well done, sarge."
Evelyn gave Liebgott a smirk when she saw his eyes narrow. "Too bad for you, Liebgott. Like I told you back in Toccoa - you don't know what you're missing."
The lie tasted sweet on her tongue, and as they stared one another down, the electricity between them was palpable. After a few more snarky comments, she had to look away first, cursing herself for allowing him to win again.
The rest of the ride into the next town was mostly silent, except for the odd comment from Janovec, regarding an article he was reading. Neither Liebgott nor Evelyn noticed Luz's wide eyes flicking between them.