Prinzessin Mia: I loved your last comment ! It made my day! Well, I don't want to seem repetitive but...here's the 3rd chapter! Enjoy :)

Dick Winters was definitely the best friend he could've ever asked for. They were different, very different, but Nixon thought that their differences was the reason of their friendship: they needed each other to feel complete. He was his best friend.

When he had first figured out that his Captain was a woman, he was very pleased.. Months had passed by and he thought he knew her by heart. She was friendly, she told him everything about her life and so did he. The very first idea to make a try on her had disappeared since he had started to consider her a sort of big sister. It seemed like she knew everything, not only about her job. She opened him mind. Nixon knew he could trust her deeply, and so could she. Anyway, when Dick told him her boyfriend had broken up with her, Lewis felt to be put aside: why didn't she tell him? Why did she tell Dick instead? Sure as hell he was mainly concerned about her mood, but he couldn't help himself from feeling disappointed.

''Nixon, I have utter respect of your nonconformity policy but I'm sorry to tell you you should give the impression you do something here, at the least.''

''Sorry Bea, fairyland was calling.''

''And what did it say?'' she asked wryly. Nixon decided to take the chance.

''Why didn't your friend Bea tell you she broke up with her boyfriend?''

Ouch. '

''How do you know that?''

''This is the part I prefer the most: Dick told it to me! You told Dick and but you didn't think I would've liked to know!'' Nixon almost cried, his voice and words betrayed his first intentions to get to know how she was.

''Stop it, please!'' she stood up ''I didn't want anyone to know! I don't want anyone to think I'm one of those stupid girls who struggle over their motherfucking boyfriend! I'm not like that, Nix! I don't need your sympathy !''

''But you needed Dick's, didn't you?''

''No!'' she said ''I don't know how the hell he got to know it, Nix! I swear, I didn't tell him anything!''

Nixon figured out Dick hadn't glaringly told him she had. He had only spitted it out. Dick had told him he offered himself to bring her back to her billet that night, and she was drunken. Maybe, she had given it away although she didn't want to.

''How are you, anyway?''

''I'm fine!'' she answered, clearly upset by the question she didn't want to hear.

''Ok, sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you in such way. But…I was so annoyed you told Dick and not me. Just this.''

''I didn't, Nixon, trust me.''

''Oh…maybe you did. Dick told me that two weeks ago we got both drunk. He offered himself to bring you back to you billet. Maybe you told him but you can't remember it.''

''What…'' she hadn't thought about what could've happened that night. Surely, she remembered how she felt two weeks ago, when she received his boyfriend's letter, and that she decided to drink off her problems.

She sat down, trying to make her memories clear. She sees a strong harm wrapped around her waist. There is red hair on this undefined hand. Dick. A dark street. A masculine scent in his nose. White pale skin under her lips. And…Fuck.

''Damn it, Lewis'' she said, and Nixon turned to face her ''I nearly jerked off your best friend.''

''You did what?''

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She didn't want to, but she had to. She couldn't avoid Dick Winters. He wasn't only Nixon's best friend, he was a Lieutenant, and that meant they would've got to cooperate very soon. She had to clear up things or her job would've turned out to be hard to do.

She knew Dick would've been at his billet for 9 pm. There was not any night running on his program for that day so she decided to visit him.

When she finally reached his door she felt paralyzed. Her embarrassment was huge. Still, she had to do it. She knocked on his door.

''Captain! What an honor to have you here! Please, come in'', Harry told her.

''Thank you, Lieutenant Welsh.'' She smiled at him and got herself in. Their billet was way more tidier than hers. There was a musky scent all allover.

''So…what's the reason for your visit, Captain?''

''Well…I was looking for Lieutenant Winters, I need to talk to him. Is he here?''

''Uhm, yes, he's having a shower. But I think he's going to get out soon. Do you want to wait for him here?''

''Oh…yes, I think I'll take your offer.'' She sat on a bed, clearly embarrassed, trying to mentally repeat all the things she had to tell Dick.

When he got out of the bathroom, he had only a towel around his waist and looked way shocked at the sight of her.

''Captain! I mean…Bea, what are you doing here?'' she gasped for air. The sight she had took her breath away, she could've fainted on that bed right in that moment. She felt her fingers numb, her cheeks hot.

''Oh, well…Lieutenant…Dick…I…would like to talk about…your activity with Easy Company. I have hot stuff.''

''Do you? Ok, I'm all ears then.''

''Uhm…don't you wanna…you know…get some clothes on first?''

Dick looked down at himself. Harry was unavoidably uncomfortable, feeling the tension between the two who knew he had found the right excuse to get away from their billet. Now they were alone.

''For sure…well, turn over so I can get dressed.'' She did as he had asked.

''So…Dick…truth is I'm not here to discuss your job with Easy.'' Dick turned to face her, even if he knew she was not looking at him.

''So…why did you come over?''

''Nixon wanted to know what had happened with my boyfriend. He told me you had warned him…well, thank you. I don't even remember telling it to you'' she felt her voice trembling over her last few words ''and…thank you for bringing me to my billet, that night. Did I say something more than this?''

That's it, Dick thought. No, he couldn't tell her what happened. How could he? Anyway, she was there. She wanted to know since she couldn't remember. Dick thought maybe she had the right to know.

''Oh well…you called me ''little man'', said I would never get to be an ''Overman'', or something, because I don't give my Dionysian side a role in my life…or something like that.''

''Well, this sounds typically me'' she chuckled, and Dick with her although she couldn't know ''and…something else?''

''You can turn over, now'' he said. Bea figured that Dick hadn't put on a lot, boxer had replaced the towel but he had no shirt on him. Was he provoking her? No, he would've never done it.

''So…Dick...'' she took a deep breath and decided she had to be sincere ''I think I made something I shouldn't have done. I'm so sorry, Dick. I offended you. I don't know what took over me, I…''

''It's ok'' Dick interrupted her ''It's ok, don't worry. You were wasted, and you had had a bad day. I understand.''

She sweetly smiled at him, a smile he returned. Silence invaded the room, but it didn't feel weird. She sat down on the bed and runt both her hands over her face. She had finally removed the stone from her shoe, and she felt good. Dick reached her sitting right by her side.

''Is it alright?'' he kindly asked.

''Yes…I mean, you have no idea how much it cost to me to come here tonight, to make everything clear…''

''I told you it's doesn't matter. I understand.'' The smile he was sharing with her made Beatrice melt and she felt understood for the first in a while. Dick was a great soldier, but above all, he was a great man; everyone else, in his position, would've taken advantage of that situation. But not Dick. She still thought he needed some fun, anyway, but she was sure he could manage himself to loosen up without compromising himself, which was exactly what she had done. She had utterly lost her control, that night. She was so ashamed of herself. Anyway, she had to admit she had caught herself imagining what would've been like having his calloused hands allover her body, sometimes. She had even tried to guess how a groan escaped from his lips would've sounded like. His innocence had always looked way too appealing to her and she had always wondered how it would've been like to see his animal side, so she had explained to herself the events occurred that night through the typical Freudian slip.

He laid down his bed, staring into space and took a loud breath before talking again.

''You know…something you had told me was right, in a certain sense. I mean, I don't think we could do whatever we want whenever we want, or we would live in a total mess. Anyway, you were right: I've got to loosen up, a bit, do whatever I've never done because we all know our days may be numbered and, honestly, my company is not going to make it under our Captain's control. I know I'm already dead'' she looked at him confused.

''You're apocalyptic, Dick. You don't know what the future will hold for you. Just…try to not think about it, ok?''

''But the possibility I could not make is true, it still exists. And I don't want to have regrets.''

''I think it is justifiable, Dick'' she chuckled at him.

He leant himself forward her. They were so close that Bea could feel his warm breath on her and she saw him sticking out his chest. He was gasping for air. His muscles were tensed. She realized what he was going to do. He roughly leant on her lips, pulling her close to him. There was a war in their mouths: his tongue was touching and teasing hers. She was sure she heard a chocked groan coming from his throat. Anyway, his hands were still where they were meant to be. He broke up from her lips, starting to kiss her nose instead. It felt passionate and tender in the same time. She realized Dick was that kind of man that would've given everything under the sheet. Anyway, he didn't seem to be eager to find out how sleeping in two in his bed would've been like, since he stopped kissing her and looked deeply into her dark eyes.

''Bea, I…'' and the door was opened. Harry, damn it!

''I'm sorry to interrupt you but… it's almost midnight, I'd like to get some sleep'' he sheepishly said.

''For sure, Lieutenant Welsh! I'm leaving'' she got up from Dick's bed and looked at him as nothing had never happened ''so, this is all, Lieutenant Winters. I hope you'll take my advice.''

''I'll think about it, Captain'' he winkled at her and saw her out.

He sighted and headed back to his bed with a pleased look on his face that Harry had noticed. Anyway, he was too tired to ask something, so he decided to cut Dick some slack.