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November 28th, 1943; Sunday (11:51 PM – Paris, France)

Every passing second brought on a feeling for Hans that was something of a cross between longing and uncertainty. His sidelong glances toward the rear entrance of the club had yet to be greeted with Krista's faultless form, but he looked at the hands on his wristwatch. He was close to ten minutes early. He still had time.

He drummed his fingers on the side of his leg, his eyes lazily dancing around the streetlamps at the mouth of the alley. Their glow against the ground was dim, but appeared warm in contrast to the bitter nip in the air. It was nothing though, compared to the warmth of Krista's affectionate body pressed into his. She was capable of turning even the darkest wartime night into one of hope and love, and there would never be another like her. There would never be another that was capable of melting away the day's mental and physical exhaustion quite like she could.

She was irreplaceable.

The clock's hands inched closer to midnight, and hour when secrets thrived. The first drops of a gentle rain began to fall, casting shimmering reflections on the cobblestone.

Logical thoughts had been lost in the rhythmic patter against the body of his car while Hans's mind was so easily dominated by recovered memories of his name falling from Krista's lips like a seductive purr.

Red's rear door swung open, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency at the fleeting glance of her. Her lithe form casted a long shadow on the ground, and he could already imagine his fingertips trailing from her neck to her waist with his lips not far behind.

The peppermint hard candy Krista had been twirling around inside her mouth for the past ten minutes had since turned into a thin saucer as it clinked against her teeth when she offered an affectionate smile. "You made it," she said, her hand finding the side of his face and drawing him closer.

"Of course I did."

Krista's dress, a sage colored a flowing number that dragged along the cobblestone with every step clung to her waist, accentuating her height. She clutched the hem of it in her left hand, revealing the sheer black stockings that clung to her calves. Leaning back to get a view of her lower half, he instantly pictured her legs snaked around his hips.

"What?" Krista asked with a hint of amusement in her voice, bringing Hans back to present.

"I'm just taking a peek at what's mine," he said just above a whisper. "How was work?" he asked, his hands finally coming to rest at her waist. His eyes trailed down the front of Krista's body, and considered how the buttons that ran from her collarbone to her feet could pose a problem for him.

Her fingers danced from his face down to his shoulder as she spoke, then to the medals on his chest. "I read your last letter again when I was putting my makeup on," she replied, her eyes flicking up to meet his.

"That one is my masterpiece," he conceded, allowing his right hand to cup the back of her head and tilt it back.

She eased the weight of her head into his hand, and caught her candy between her teeth for a moment. "It distracted me…" she said, recalling his words describing his lips' favorite path to travel along her skin. "And I forgot to point my toes during my last stage set."

He chuckled softly, the loose strands of her blonde hair sliding through his fingers. "Aw, Miss Perfect made a mistake," he teased provokingly.

It was clear that he was trying to spur her on, as he found her so much more fun when she was fired up. Krista rolled her eyes as she pressed her hips forward and dropped the hem of her dress from her hand. "Shut up," she said with a lighthearted laugh, her raindrop dotted arms circling around his neck loosely.

His eyes didn't waver from hers, his own burning with desire as he gave her hair a tug and exposing her throat to him. With a mischievous grin and a breathy laugh, his reply was simple. "Make me."

She said nothing.

Hans tilted his head to the side, still wearing his challenging smirk. "You'd love to, wouldn't you?"

'God, I'd love to,' she thought, bringing her candy between her pursed lips and holding it there as a lure.

He'd reached the end of his patience with her innocent taunting, and he took her bait. His left hand skated around to her lower back and brought her body against his, chest to chest. Finally, their mouths met, his tongue skillfully and easily drawing her peppermint from between her lips into his own. She managed a weak attempt to protest the theft of her candy with a whine, but she was stopped in her tracks.

Krista's halfhearted objection was met with a gentle tug of her hair as Hans tucked the peppermint into his cheek.

Every gentle press was followed by an equally gentle slide until that wasn't sufficient, and she hungered for more. Her tongue worked its way between his lips, tasting the peppermint as she sought his out again. If fired up was what he wanted, fired up was what he'd get. "Don't do that," he warned with a grin.

She wanted to, though. "Why?" All she could picture was him tiring of her tactics and bending her over his car. With her body temperature already gradually rising from the flicks of his tongue over her bottom lip, she wouldn't have it in her to argue. She hadn't felt his hands on her nude frame in so long, she felt like she needed them.

"What I want to do to you, I can't do here," he answered, catching her lip between his teeth momentarily.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and simply drank in the look of craving that glazed his eyes.

After she took a reluctant step back, Hans straightened his coat, smoothing his hands down the now rain dampened leather. Krista slid down into the seat once he opened the door for her, and haphazardly tossed her bag into the backseat.

Once they were in motion and heading east toward the city limits, Krista drew her knees to her chest. Hans's attention had been caught, and he cast a lingering glance in her direction. He watched her as she slid her hands beneath the skirt of her dress, and inched her panties down her legs.

She tossed them across the car, and they landed in his lap in a wad. Without diverting his eyes from the road, he let a grin pull his lips up on one side as he held them up in his hand. "You've just lost these." He stuffed them into his tunic's breast pocket, and turned to look at her as they neared a stop.

"I don't get them back?" she asked him with a grin that matched.

"Not tonight." The car jerked to a complete stop at an intersection, the engine falling to a dull idle. "Come sit in my lap."

"What?" she asked, a confused giggle escaping from between her bare lips.

He patted his thigh, and she shook her head with another giggle as she crawled across the seat to drape herself across his lap.

As he throttled the car forward steadily, his left hand wriggled its way between her and the door to close his fingers around the curve of the steering wheel.

They had reached cruising speed, and Hans's right hand was then free from the shifter. It was free then to hike up Krista's dress and tease her skin with delicate and inquisitive fingertips. It wasn't safe, but she trusted him; she trusted that he wouldn't drive them both into the side of a tall pine.

For a moment, she absorbed the feeling of warmth from his hand flat on her thigh, and shared his view of the road through the rain obscured windshield. She simply listened to the car, almost certain that she could hear each firing stroke alongside the muted snort of the supercharger urging them forward into the darkness.

Krista's own fingers eventually followed suit, finding their way across his chest to his shoulder, then to the side of his neck. Watching him squirm while trying to fight distraction was a delightful game for her. She moistened her lips and pressed them to his jaw, lingering there for a second before moving and placing another kiss to his pulse point.

Her playful teasing continued with the tip of her tongue tracing along the side of his neck and to his lips. His eyes remained on the road when her nails grazed his neck and her lips took his. "You're terrible, Krista," he breathed into her mouth before sucking her bottom lip in between his.

All she did was chuckle, yanking her lip from him.

The road had turned to the unpaved trail that she had become so familiar with, and another smirk formed on his lips at the sight of her breasts bouncing subtly with every bump in the trail. "Not wearing a bra tonight?" he asked, his voice colored with devilish amusement.

"If you could even consider it that, yes, I am," she said glancing down to her chest. Sheer black lace served as the barrier separating her skin from her clothing, and while it wasn't the most delicate lace, seeing his features alight in appreciation was worth her minimal suffering.

Finally outside his house, the rain began pattering down onto the car from the trees' runoff. Had Krista been asked to describe the differences between the repetitive metallic thrum of the rain and the initial burst of a firework, she wouldn't have been able to.

When the glow of the headlights extinguished, they were shrouded in smothering darkness. Their quiet breathing mingled in the cabin as the warmth from the poured from the vents slowly dissipated.

She let her eyes adjust to the absence of illumination, and blankly gazed out the windshield into the forest's vastness that surrounded them. Krista heard the dull crinkling of Hans's coat against the back of the seat as he relaxed, easing himself into it and stilling.

Krista let her form reduce into him, her face finding its way into the crook of his neck again. Lazy, slow kisses dotted their way along his neck like a series of evanescent love notes written with her needful lips.

Relishing in the soft hum that she drew from him, Krista walked her fingers across his chest and into his breast pocket. She hooked a finger into the material of her panties while she had Hans distracted, and tugged them free.

He finally turned his head to crush his lips against hers while he covered her hand with his, and snatched her panties from her grasp. "We've had a discussion about these," he cautioned breathlessly with a kinked smirk as he stuffed her panties back into his other breast pocket. "Don't change your mind on me now."

He held her against him while he shifted his position to press his back into the door. In nudging her head to the side, he dropped his lips to her neck while reaching for the hem of her skirt.

A subdued gasp crawled from her throat and she could feel his lips curl into a grin against her neck. He was pleased with her reaction, clearly.

Inside of the car grew colder by the minute, and his gooseflesh raising touch along the inside of her thigh was doing nothing to help. Shamelessly, she allowed him to part her legs while she glued her eyes on his wandering fingers that she could barely make out in the darkness.

Finally, she thought. She'd been patiently waiting for a moment like this; waiting for a moment where they were completely and utterly alone. She'd been patiently waiting to let herself melt into him and feel the gentle weight of his hands exploring her curves like it was his first time.

Krista's eyes fluttered shut at the initial brush of his chilled fingertip against her clit. Spreading her legs further, she dropped her head back onto his shoulder and let a pleased grin tug at her lips. She was getting exactly what she wanted and she refused to feel selfish about it.

Hans caught a bit of her delicate skin between his teeth, drinking in her giggly yelp as he traced a finger through the arousal he found between her legs. "I still can't believe that this is what I do to you," he breathed into her ear. Bringing his finger to his lips, he drew it into her mouth, sucking it clean and replacing it between her legs.

Lapping gently at the bite mark he'd left behind on her neck, he began to massage her clit with the most featherlight and leisurely circles he'd ever used.

He nudged her head more to the side, and let his mouth fall to the patch of skin that between her neck and her shoulder. Beginning with tracing a slow circle with his tongue, he drew his left arm across her breasts, grinning into her neck again when her fingers found their way between his.

An attempt to reposition her hips for added friction was made, but he simply held her tighter to him, squeezing her fingers. "Sit still," he whispered before sucking her skin into his mouth, undoubtedly leaving another mark behind.

How exactly he expected her to keep herself still when she'd been fantasizing about this sort of contact, she had no idea; she couldn't help herself.

His hand adjusted slightly, and he began to rub over her clit laterally while his lips found the shell of her ear. "Where do you want me?"

Hans's voice was breathy and wanting as it spilled into her ear and her back arched deeply into him. Her reply came out as a needy murmur, but she didn't have it in her to care. "Right where you are…"

Adhering to her wishes, he continued what he was doing without stopping. "Just like that?"

She could feel the heat of his breath all but dripping down her neck, and she opened her eyes for a moment to peer out into the darkness. Krista strained her neck and turned her face to be in line with his. Their noses brushed against one another and their lips barely touched as their breath mingled.

"Please don't stop," she finally mumbled, digging her nails into his hand.

Krista's breathing filled the car alongside Hans's encouraging hums as dense condensation began to form on the windows. Her tongue plunged in between his lips to tangle and twist with his, when suddenly, she felt an absence of his touch.

He ignored her frustrated whine and brought his finger into his mouth once again. "Come on," she pleaded, catching his eyes.

"Do you really want to do this here?" he asked, moving his hand to straighten the skirt of her dress.

"I guess not," she said with an eye roll although she was smiling.

Crawling back across the seat after finally releasing her grip on his fingers, she was hyper aware of the fact that his eyes were drilling into her in an animalistic sort of way. They swept over her hungrily even though she knew his view of her was obscured by the darkness.

They both pulled themselves out of the car, and he took her fingers between hers to lead her into the house. The excitement had simmered for the moment, but when he tailed close behind her to shower, she didn't think that the down time would last long.

Water streamed down her back while Hans pressed his chest into her back and let his hands roam over the front of her body. As much as liked to give, Krista knew he liked to receive just the same. She shifted her weight to the side, and slipped a hand between them to curl her fingers around his cock.

He palmed at her breasts as she began to lazily stroke him, his lips falling to her shoulder. Abruptly, she turned in his arms, and eased him into the cool tile wall behind them. She continued to stroke him when their eyes met, and the desperate moan she pulled from him made her grin in triumph.

The kisses that she littered his lips with were slow and deliberate until she felt the tip of his tongue tease the roof of her mouth. It tickled, but she liked it. "I thought the idea was to shower," he pointed out, although he made no attempt to remove himself from her grasp.

"It is," she said, turning her back to him and scooping up the soap to actually do what she got in the shower to do in the first place.

Once their ordeal was finished, she found herself wrapped up in one of his shirts and perched on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed. She watched him walk in with a towel low around his hips and beads of water still dotting his chest, and she realized that she was staring at him like he was a piece of meat. But the way his messy and still very wet hair fell into his eyes, she couldn't help but imagine how it would feel twisted around her fingers.

"What?" he asked with a lopsided grin when he realized he was the center of attention.

"Nothing," she said softly, her eyes unabashedly raking from head to toe and back up.

"What?" he asked again, slowly approaching her and shaking the water out of his hair with his fingers. That only thing that accomplished was making it appear more pullable to her.

"Nothing!" she repeated with an underlying laugh, keeping her eyes on his as he nudged her legs apart and settled between them.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, arching a brow and tilting her head up to force her eyes to stay with his.

"Because you're sexy, and I can't help it," she admitted, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger.

He laughed at that, and spread her legs further before dropping down to his knees between them. "I could say the same."

Hans pushed the hem of the shirt she was wearing up to her hips, and let a trail of wet kisses fall to the inside of her left thigh beginning at her knee.

Letting her hands fall to behind her, her eyes met his as the desirous fire within her was stoked once more. Every brush of his tongue against her still damp skin made her heart beat faster and faster out of excitement. However, as much as she enjoyed the slow path of his mouth, she was growing impatient.

Her fingers slipped into his hair and pulled, her nails grazing his scalp as his tongue worked its way to her clit. In her defense, it was no fault of her own that she reflexively gave his hair a gentle tug, her body was acting without her brain's input.

The way his genuine moan of pleasure vibrated the most sensitive part of her body made her realize just how much she loved to hear the effect that she had on him. It was also apparent to her that he enjoyed what he was doing.

Once she started, she couldn't be stopped. Her grip tightened on the bedding, her knuckles straining as he split her with his tongue.

Krista's soft moans and gasps were his favorite form of encouragement. He loved to hear his name the most, but she wasn't desperate enough for that yet.

She gave his hair another pull, drawing his eyes to hers. It was easy for her to understand then why he always craved eye contact while she was going down on him. She assumed that he felt the same flame within that she was feeling then.

"You've got me right where you want me, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin.

She giggled at the tickling flick of his tongue over her clit and barely resisted the urge to grind herself against his tongue. "You know it, baby…" she breathed, keeping her eyes glued to his as he sucked her sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth.

Every pleasurable contortion of her face made his smirk widen, and his moans intensify. "I wish you hadn't insisted on showering," he started, flattening his tongue against her.

"I'm sorry," she cooed, finally releasing her grip on his hair as he stood up. She watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair with one hand, and clutched his towel with the other. His erection was ever present beneath the towel, and she wondered just how much self-restraint it took to keep him from swiftly bending her over the bed.

His fingers wrapped around to the insides of her knees and he pulled her forward, her hips nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. She'd flopped down own her back in the process, but she brought herself up to seated, and pulled her legs from his grasp.

Her fingers trailed across his abdomen before wriggled them between his skin and the towel, and eased him back to allow her space to stand up. Keeping her fingers dipped into the towel, she let her other hand wander across his ribs and to his back before finally landing at his shoulder. Her kiss then was more aggressive; needier. Her lips moved against his with fervor, their tongues battling one another for dominance while their teeth clashed together.

Krista turned him around, her nails dragging down his back roughly. He groaned against her lips, but let her do what she wanted. Guiding him to the bed, she finally released her hold on his towel, and waited for him take a place on the edge. She shrugged off the uniform shirt she'd been wearing, balled it up, and tossed it at him. The projectile-like article of clothing landed square in his chest, and he caught it before it hit the floor.

If he blinked, he felt that he would miss something. His eyes remained glued to her as he spoke, but they wandered over her nude form in amazement. She was his Aphrodite. "This looks better on you than me," he said, tossing the wadded up shirt back to her.

"I told you that I'd let you take a picture," she began, peeling away the towel from his lower half. "But. You have to swear to me that it's only meant for you."

He laughed. She was insane to think that such a photo would be displayed out in the open. "You in my uniform is meant for my eyes only." Hans took his cock into his hand and lazily stroked himself, his voice lowering as a wicked smile formed on his lips. "What I want, Krista, is a photograph of you naked in my bed."

His words sent an excited chill down her spine, but somehow she wasn't all that surprised that a nude was what he wanted. "I could make that happen," she purred in reply.

She then swayed her way over to his side to throw a leg over his lap and sink down into a deep straddle. Finally, he had her precisely where he wanted her. His arms both wrapped securely around her back, and he took in another of her lilted giggles as he rolled her over. He placed a knee to her side, and pressed the underside of his cock to her clit before slowly thrusting forward and back.

He wanted to take her so badly, and she was beyond ready for him, but he wasn't sure that he was quite prepared to throw in the towel with their back and forth of control. It was like a game; he never knew when he'd find himself being the prey rather than the predator. It was entertaining to him, but he wanted her to be their game's victor.

When she wriggled her hips beneath him he considered for a moment pinning them down into the bed to limit her movement, but he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. He was wrong about wanting to continue their game; he'd had enough. He slipped the head of his cock into her, and lowered himself over her.

She glanced over to her side to see the dips and curves of the muscles in his arm as he braced himself, then to his lips. She just… wanted to kiss him again. She'd never grow bored of it.

His right hand cupped the side of her head, his thumb resting on her cheek. "Look at me," he breathed with a husky undertone.

Immediately, her eyes flicked to his as he brought his face nearly flush with hers as he brushed the tip of his nose against hers. Their eyes were impenetrably locked and her heart raced, thudding rapidly against her ribcage. She couldn't describe the feeling even if she tried, but the intensity of his eyes focused on solely hers set her aflame. It was like he was staring directly into her exposed soul.

His lips curved into a grin against hers as he gently pressed his hips forward in excruciating slowness. One of her hands met his forearm, her fingertips pressing into it as she felt him flex beneath them. The fingers of her other hand made their way to the side of her face where his own hand was, and closed them around his wrist.

Their simultaneous gasps when he filled her fully shifted to moans into each other's mouths. His thrusting was slow as he gazed down into her eyes, their heavy breaths mixing between them. "Let me get on top," she finally said. It wasn't a request, it was more a gentle order.

He chuckled against her lips before capturing them and lingering. "You're awfully demanding, don't you think?" He brought her bottom lip between her teeth and stilled inside of her. "I'm not going to last if you get on top." It came out as more of an embarrassing confession than he would have liked, but he didn't care.

"Good… That's what I'm after."

He moved to lie down on the bed and she straddled him again with one hand between them and one planted on his chest. She caught his eyes when she began to stroke him before pushing herself down onto the head of his cock. Krista couldn't help but smirk at the groan that he mustered in response and started to slowly roll her hips into his.

Dropping her hands down to his abdomen for support, her breasts became squeezed between her biceps as she began to raise and lower her hips deliberately. Already, his breathing was growing more strained and ragged, and she found herself in agreement with him; He wasn't going to last.

The tips of his fingers pushed into her hips, holding her down to give her added friction on her clit.

She was already close to whimpering when one of her hands made its way to his throat. She didn't apply pressure but just rested it there, her thumb grazing his jaw.

When she sat back up she traced her hands up the front of her body, stopping at her breasts. She tugged at her nipples as she bounced atop him, a wide smile plastered on her face.

He watched her, thoroughly enjoying herself and the sensations that consumed her body.

Suddenly, his arms looped around her again, and he all but tossed her on her back. Rising up to hover over her, he snuck his hand between their sweat slickened bodies and found her clit.

Her exclamation of 'oh my God' was like music to his ears. His name wasn't far behind. "That's me, Krista," he said, his voice low and seemingly crossed with a growl. "That's not God."

"Hans!" she cried her body arching off the bed as her legs began to quiver. It was sensory overload. She clenched around him as her body writhed against the bed, her face warping into an expression of sheer ecstasy.

He buried his face into her neck, his lips attacking her skin again as her trembling arms wrapped weakly around his shoulders. He slammed into her, his breaths now more desperate moans than breaths. Hans moved back to her lips, and he groaned gutturally as he finally released into her.

Slowing for a moment, he tried to catch his breath, but he continued to thrust. "I can't stop," he breathed into her mouth, their lips barely making contact.

She wasn't sure that she wanted him to stop. It felt… amazing to her. "Then don't," she whispered.

When he finally gave in and rolled onto his back, his chest was heaving, and he was drenched in sweat. "This is why I told you that you shouldn't have insisted on showering. Now we need one."

She supposed he was right, but she was still drifting high in the sky on a cloud of pleasure. She wanted to do nothing but stick herself to his side until sleep threatened to overtake her. "Too late," she said with a shrug as she pulled a blanket over top of them.

"In the morning," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek once she settled in beside him.

"By the way." She let her fingers dance along his chest as his lips fell to her forehead, and she sighed sadly. "I hope when you go back to Berlin… and you find someone else… I hope you say my name in bed."

"I don't have any desire to commit myself to anyone but you. I can't love another woman again. You've ruined me." She angled her head to let her lips loving fall to his.

The truth was, he had fallen so hard in love with her that he couldn't even picture himself in the arms of another. She had ruined him; no other woman could come close to her caliber. Krista's love for him was the epitome of unconditional, and for that he could never be more grateful.

Lying there with his other half formed into his side, he thought about just how ridiculous his plan to flee without her was. He longed for her to be completely safe, but at the same time, he considered that maybe she really was safer with him. How he had initially thought that he could survive being separated from her, he didn't know.

Krista was like an angel and he didn't always feel that he deserved her, but he couldn't live the rest of his life without her.

He wasn't going to leave Europe without her. How could he?