The Dawn Patrol
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oh darn, never saw that coming...
peering out side a see a rather attractive french girl wander around the house, then she starts towards the barn, i start to hobble as fast as i can towards the hay loft, but like in the dogfight i dont make it, she comes bustleing in. calling for, what i suppose is her family.
"I think they going out are" i say in my old, out of use english. then i tack on a "gutten Tag, Frauleuin" as an after thought.
i keep my pistol unaimed at her, but not holstered. im hopping she will take me for a swedish pilot, or some other foeginer. how much can she know about uniforms and firearms???
as i standing there, i do wince a bit, but hopefully not much. i dont want to end up in a hospital!
peering out side a see a rather attractive french girl wander around the house, then she starts towards the barn, i start to hobble as fast as i can towards the hay loft, but like in the dogfight i dont make it, she comes bustleing in. calling for, what i suppose is her family.
"I think they going out are" i say in my old, out of use english. then i tack on a "gutten Tag, Frauleuin" as an after thought.
i keep my pistol unaimed at her, but not holstered. im hopping she will take me for a swedish pilot, or some other foeginer. how much can she know about uniforms and firearms???
as i standing there, i do wince a bit, but hopefully not much. i dont want to end up in a hospital!
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Simone
There is a man in the barn, but it most certainly is not Papa.
I eyed his uniform warily ... it wasn't familiar to me ... but there were so many foreigners in the tavern the other night, and Nanette had told me that many of our fighting men came from far away to help our cause. I felt a small tremble start at my ankles and make it's way up to my knees.
He had a gun!!
I realized belatedly that my family must have rushed to town searching for me amidst the chaos of the attack. I saw the soldier wince, and looking down I noticed the dark stain of blood on his leg.
"You're hurt, monsieur. I ... I can help ... if ... if you throw away your gun."
So far he had not tried to hurt me, and I assumed he had at least a limited understanding of my words. I motioned towards the gun, and mimed throwing it away towards the back of the barn. If he is an enemy, he will refuse, this much I know. No German would ever be left without a weapon in this village, it would mean certain death. If he agrees, then I know he is simply a foreigner fighting for our cause, and in desperate need of food, clothes and medical attention.
I edge towards the barn door in case he should reveal himself as an enemy and await his response.
There is a man in the barn, but it most certainly is not Papa.
I eyed his uniform warily ... it wasn't familiar to me ... but there were so many foreigners in the tavern the other night, and Nanette had told me that many of our fighting men came from far away to help our cause. I felt a small tremble start at my ankles and make it's way up to my knees.
He had a gun!!
I realized belatedly that my family must have rushed to town searching for me amidst the chaos of the attack. I saw the soldier wince, and looking down I noticed the dark stain of blood on his leg.
"You're hurt, monsieur. I ... I can help ... if ... if you throw away your gun."
So far he had not tried to hurt me, and I assumed he had at least a limited understanding of my words. I motioned towards the gun, and mimed throwing it away towards the back of the barn. If he is an enemy, he will refuse, this much I know. No German would ever be left without a weapon in this village, it would mean certain death. If he agrees, then I know he is simply a foreigner fighting for our cause, and in desperate need of food, clothes and medical attention.
I edge towards the barn door in case he should reveal himself as an enemy and await his response.
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.....Simone rushed out of the tavern.....to find her family. She was like a doe, frightened, but very graceful. I watched her leave and the turned to Nanette....
"A dance Mademoiselle?" The war had suddenly caused me to pull out of my shell. The burdens of command fell away. This lovely young French woman was the here and now.
I did not wait for her reply, but gathered her into my arms and began to dance to an unheard waltz.....
.....Simone rushed out of the tavern.....to find her family. She was like a doe, frightened, but very graceful. I watched her leave and the turned to Nanette....
"A dance Mademoiselle?" The war had suddenly caused me to pull out of my shell. The burdens of command fell away. This lovely young French woman was the here and now.
I did not wait for her reply, but gathered her into my arms and began to dance to an unheard waltz.....
seeing the french lady point towards my mauser, i'm thrown into a conundrum, keep it, and it could get messy, throw it and I could be in trouble...
better the devil you know, as i once heard an american pilot say. i think i understand what he ment now..
"sorry please. many think German I." damn it, im making a hash of my english, but i can understand it better..
i hobble over to the barn wall, crouch down, and start emptying the gun. i look up at her, she seems ready to run.
"Ich nicht schissen Du..." she doesnt seem to understand, i Mime throwing a gun, then a gun going off. hopefuly she will understand that you should never throw a loaded gun around.
i finish unloading, as i stand i wince, and put the pistol in my holster, then unclip it from my belt, and do an under arm toss to her. the holster lands at her feet.
"Gut??"
" Ich bin Arvid." i say pointing to my self, then when i see her blank look"I David."
better the devil you know, as i once heard an american pilot say. i think i understand what he ment now..
"sorry please. many think German I." damn it, im making a hash of my english, but i can understand it better..
i hobble over to the barn wall, crouch down, and start emptying the gun. i look up at her, she seems ready to run.
"Ich nicht schissen Du..." she doesnt seem to understand, i Mime throwing a gun, then a gun going off. hopefuly she will understand that you should never throw a loaded gun around.
i finish unloading, as i stand i wince, and put the pistol in my holster, then unclip it from my belt, and do an under arm toss to her. the holster lands at her feet.
"Gut??"
" Ich bin Arvid." i say pointing to my self, then when i see her blank look"I David."
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Nanette
Before realizing what has happened, I am suddenly in Thor's arms, our bodies moving to unheard beat - but certainly not unwelcome.
As I feel his arms around me, I know I should resist, I know I should not allow this. And, yet, there is something very moving about this handsome American. Something that draws me to him. Looking up into his eyes, eyes piercing into my soul, I seem to notice nothing else.
As he lowers his head, lowers his lips to mine, I offer no resistance. I welcome the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my neck and shoulders, as I return the sweetness of his kiss.
Before realizing what has happened, I am suddenly in Thor's arms, our bodies moving to unheard beat - but certainly not unwelcome.
As I feel his arms around me, I know I should resist, I know I should not allow this. And, yet, there is something very moving about this handsome American. Something that draws me to him. Looking up into his eyes, eyes piercing into my soul, I seem to notice nothing else.
As he lowers his head, lowers his lips to mine, I offer no resistance. I welcome the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my neck and shoulders, as I return the sweetness of his kiss.
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"You were at the tavern yesterday, weren't you?"
At the young pilot's words, I suddenly remember why his face seems so familiar. Only yesterday morning, in the village tavern, he paid for my breakfast! I can feel the hot blood mounting to my cheeks.
"I never got to thank you," I murmur, looking up for the first time into his eyes. "You paid for my meal."
He has the sort of face that makes you want to trust him immediately. An open face, but not in any way weak. He might be young in years, but there is something about him that makes you instantly aware of the pride he takes in his work. He was the last in the line of wounded, and somehow I instinctively know it was by his own choice. He is the kind who would put others ahead of himself.
He is also physically fearless and not the kind to complain. It must hurt him terribly as I cut away the bits of his uniform that cling to his damaged leg, and begin, as gently as I can, to probe the wound.
"I asked about you...after you had gone," I say a little hesitantly. "I wanted to find out your name, to send you a proper thank you for the breakfast. But no one who came through here knew you. I'm sorry we had to formally meet this way, but glad to finally be able to thank you for your kindness to a stranger. "
My gratitude is clearly embarrassing him. Beneath his skin his own blood is rising. He looks very handsome when he blushes.
"My name is Mary," I say suddenly, and for no good reason. "Mary Montrose."
"You were at the tavern yesterday, weren't you?"
At the young pilot's words, I suddenly remember why his face seems so familiar. Only yesterday morning, in the village tavern, he paid for my breakfast! I can feel the hot blood mounting to my cheeks.
"I never got to thank you," I murmur, looking up for the first time into his eyes. "You paid for my meal."
He has the sort of face that makes you want to trust him immediately. An open face, but not in any way weak. He might be young in years, but there is something about him that makes you instantly aware of the pride he takes in his work. He was the last in the line of wounded, and somehow I instinctively know it was by his own choice. He is the kind who would put others ahead of himself.
He is also physically fearless and not the kind to complain. It must hurt him terribly as I cut away the bits of his uniform that cling to his damaged leg, and begin, as gently as I can, to probe the wound.
"I asked about you...after you had gone," I say a little hesitantly. "I wanted to find out your name, to send you a proper thank you for the breakfast. But no one who came through here knew you. I'm sorry we had to formally meet this way, but glad to finally be able to thank you for your kindness to a stranger. "
My gratitude is clearly embarrassing him. Beneath his skin his own blood is rising. He looks very handsome when he blushes.
"My name is Mary," I say suddenly, and for no good reason. "Mary Montrose."
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Colin MacPherson
"Lt. Colin MacPherson," I respond. "Um, never mind the Lt. part. It's nice to meet you Mary. When I saw you counting out your money, well I had to do something. My mother always told me to be a gentleman and help whenever I could. I know it wasn't much, but I hope it was something."
I can't help but flinch a little as she looks at my wound. "Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to do that. Guess it's a bit more sensitive than I thought."
She smiles and nods in understanding. I decide that she gets many men like me react the same way.
"Lt. Colin MacPherson," I respond. "Um, never mind the Lt. part. It's nice to meet you Mary. When I saw you counting out your money, well I had to do something. My mother always told me to be a gentleman and help whenever I could. I know it wasn't much, but I hope it was something."
I can't help but flinch a little as she looks at my wound. "Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to do that. Guess it's a bit more sensitive than I thought."
She smiles and nods in understanding. I decide that she gets many men like me react the same way.
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Simone
I held a strip of cloth against the ugly wound on the soldier's leg. Once he had emptied the gun and tossed it away from him, I was able to get my trembling under some semblance of control. I retrieved some cloth from Maman's laundry pile and some linament from the table by Papa's side of their pallet. It wasn't much, but it was all I had to offer.
Soothing the angry wound with the cool cloth, I tore the pants leg up a bit, cleansing dirt and blood as I went. The well muscled thigh that lay beneath had a strange effect on my pulse and I shook my head slightly, returning my concentration to the task at hand.
"I am called Si-mone," I told him, being careful to sound out my words. "Are you hurt anywhere else ... Da ... vid?" The name was foriegn to me and sat strangely on my tongue, but his eyes widened at the sound and I knew he recognized it. Running my hands softly over his arms and legs, I repeated my question.
"Hurt? Do you hurt anywhere else?"
I held a strip of cloth against the ugly wound on the soldier's leg. Once he had emptied the gun and tossed it away from him, I was able to get my trembling under some semblance of control. I retrieved some cloth from Maman's laundry pile and some linament from the table by Papa's side of their pallet. It wasn't much, but it was all I had to offer.
Soothing the angry wound with the cool cloth, I tore the pants leg up a bit, cleansing dirt and blood as I went. The well muscled thigh that lay beneath had a strange effect on my pulse and I shook my head slightly, returning my concentration to the task at hand.
"I am called Si-mone," I told him, being careful to sound out my words. "Are you hurt anywhere else ... Da ... vid?" The name was foriegn to me and sat strangely on my tongue, but his eyes widened at the sound and I knew he recognized it. Running my hands softly over his arms and legs, I repeated my question.
"Hurt? Do you hurt anywhere else?"
"YA, David"
was i hurt?? is that what she ment?
"Nein danke, Si-mone" to add emphsis i shook my head. then my englsh came up with another good line..
"just its scratch." it amazing how some of those old lessons come back to you when you need them.
if only the guys back at my Staffel could see me now, there would be some corse jokes, even Hanz would of joined in.............
shouldn't have thought about that....
EDIT: OOC: typo's, typos's, typos's....
was i hurt?? is that what she ment?
"Nein danke, Si-mone" to add emphsis i shook my head. then my englsh came up with another good line..
"just its scratch." it amazing how some of those old lessons come back to you when you need them.
if only the guys back at my Staffel could see me now, there would be some corse jokes, even Hanz would of joined in.............
shouldn't have thought about that....
EDIT: OOC: typo's, typos's, typos's....
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However many times I see a wave of pain wash over the face of a man, I never have been able to harden myself to it. Lt. MacPherson -- Colin -- is braver than most, and hardly moves at all as the methylated spirit burns holy hell into his ravaged flesh. There have been some who nearly fell off the table.
He's a man of few words and much courtesy, I learn as I swab and stitch and bandage. Even with knuckles whitening from pain as the needle slips in and out, he never forgets to call me "Ma'am".
"You'll be good as new in a week," I tell him finally. "But come back in daily for a dressing change. If the wound starts draining I'll have Sister to look at you."
There's no more I can say to prolong my time with him. I cannot say why, but the sound of his voice, those gentle cadences that remind me so much of the lads from home, has comforted me more than anything on this night of loss. It is nearly dawn and my shift is over. Matron has already been in once to tell me I can go. In half an hour's time I will be back in the town, and facing the heartbreak of Annie, grieving with her over Cyril and her shattered life. This young Lieutenant's resolve -- his tranquility in the face of pain -- have given me strength I badly need.
He stands (so much taller than myself) and turns to say his farewells. And once more I drink in these last moments with him, as I would drink in the morning air over the Fens.
However many times I see a wave of pain wash over the face of a man, I never have been able to harden myself to it. Lt. MacPherson -- Colin -- is braver than most, and hardly moves at all as the methylated spirit burns holy hell into his ravaged flesh. There have been some who nearly fell off the table.
He's a man of few words and much courtesy, I learn as I swab and stitch and bandage. Even with knuckles whitening from pain as the needle slips in and out, he never forgets to call me "Ma'am".
"You'll be good as new in a week," I tell him finally. "But come back in daily for a dressing change. If the wound starts draining I'll have Sister to look at you."
There's no more I can say to prolong my time with him. I cannot say why, but the sound of his voice, those gentle cadences that remind me so much of the lads from home, has comforted me more than anything on this night of loss. It is nearly dawn and my shift is over. Matron has already been in once to tell me I can go. In half an hour's time I will be back in the town, and facing the heartbreak of Annie, grieving with her over Cyril and her shattered life. This young Lieutenant's resolve -- his tranquility in the face of pain -- have given me strength I badly need.
He stands (so much taller than myself) and turns to say his farewells. And once more I drink in these last moments with him, as I would drink in the morning air over the Fens.
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Brenner tossed his heavy sheepskin coat to his mechanic and walked on unsteady legs away from the airstrip. The remaining DVs and Fokkers of his jasta were still landing when he threw himself into the lorry and ordered the driver to take him into town.
"Herr Hauptman I must wait for the rest of the squadron..."
He grabbed the man by the colar and spun him around.
"Listen you son of a bitch. You take me into town now or I'll break you in half."
The oil stained fist an inch from his nose was a convincing argument and Brenner was on his way to the bar and Colette.
He tried to relax...another kill. Yes that was good. Another wingman missing...there would be a replacement.
It was Thor. Major Thor...he was here. There was no doubt of it. It was his squadron that had jumped them on the way back. Out of ammunition, low on fuel the Jasta had been hit hard. Four aircraft, four men down in flames.
He'd circled wildly looking for the bastard the filthy schwein...but he wasn't there. He wasn't with them.
Brenner would have known. Known in an instant.
The one man who had bested him. The one man who
could have sent him to his death, instead let him go with a mocking wave...humiliation.
He pounded the dashboard with his fist. The driver blanched and leaned away.
Colette was in for it tonight.
"Herr Hauptman I must wait for the rest of the squadron..."
He grabbed the man by the colar and spun him around.
"Listen you son of a bitch. You take me into town now or I'll break you in half."
The oil stained fist an inch from his nose was a convincing argument and Brenner was on his way to the bar and Colette.
He tried to relax...another kill. Yes that was good. Another wingman missing...there would be a replacement.
It was Thor. Major Thor...he was here. There was no doubt of it. It was his squadron that had jumped them on the way back. Out of ammunition, low on fuel the Jasta had been hit hard. Four aircraft, four men down in flames.
He'd circled wildly looking for the bastard the filthy schwein...but he wasn't there. He wasn't with them.
Brenner would have known. Known in an instant.
The one man who had bested him. The one man who
could have sent him to his death, instead let him go with a mocking wave...humiliation.
He pounded the dashboard with his fist. The driver blanched and leaned away.
Colette was in for it tonight.
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Colette
While in the village she heard of the terrible air battle. Brenner no doubt distinguished himself again. At least it was to be hoped that he was triumphant. Otherwise...
The last night with him flashed through her mind....the things he had ordered her to do....
She could feel the heat building again...could feel her sex becoming wet and swollen...aching for a touch...
Deciding that she had best be prepared should Brenner pay her a visit. Colette fills her prized possession...a hip-bath. Stained and chipped as it was, it was a luxury that never failed to make her feel good. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she steps into the warm water.
Her hands caress her skin as she bathes….stroking over her full breasts, nipples hard and dark in the cool air of the room. Hands moving lower, across her stomach, finally cupping her sensitive mound. Laying her head back, she smiles as her fingers find the swollen bud of her clit. She rubs herself slowly, indulging in a few moments of quiet pleasure. The movement of her hands and fingers make her crave more contact. A soft sigh escapes as her fingers dip into her sex, plunging them in, fucking herself, just as Brenner commanded. Thinking of him, her movements become faster, more urgent…muscles tighten, a flush moves up her body, coloring the mound of her breasts, changing the pale ivory of her skin to a deep pink…her parted lips take in quick breaths, her eyes are closed, lashes thick against her cheeks....she rides the wave of sensation until the orgasm takes her…
Colettes’ eyes snap open as she hears the sound of an engine outside. A door slams, and she gets to her feet. She recognizes Brenners voice outside as she reaches for a towel…..
The door crashes against the wall as Brenner enters. Before him, is Colette….still standing in the now cold bath….wet towel clinging to her form, its transparent fabric doing more to enhance than conceal.
While in the village she heard of the terrible air battle. Brenner no doubt distinguished himself again. At least it was to be hoped that he was triumphant. Otherwise...
The last night with him flashed through her mind....the things he had ordered her to do....
She could feel the heat building again...could feel her sex becoming wet and swollen...aching for a touch...
Deciding that she had best be prepared should Brenner pay her a visit. Colette fills her prized possession...a hip-bath. Stained and chipped as it was, it was a luxury that never failed to make her feel good. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she steps into the warm water.
Her hands caress her skin as she bathes….stroking over her full breasts, nipples hard and dark in the cool air of the room. Hands moving lower, across her stomach, finally cupping her sensitive mound. Laying her head back, she smiles as her fingers find the swollen bud of her clit. She rubs herself slowly, indulging in a few moments of quiet pleasure. The movement of her hands and fingers make her crave more contact. A soft sigh escapes as her fingers dip into her sex, plunging them in, fucking herself, just as Brenner commanded. Thinking of him, her movements become faster, more urgent…muscles tighten, a flush moves up her body, coloring the mound of her breasts, changing the pale ivory of her skin to a deep pink…her parted lips take in quick breaths, her eyes are closed, lashes thick against her cheeks....she rides the wave of sensation until the orgasm takes her…
Colettes’ eyes snap open as she hears the sound of an engine outside. A door slams, and she gets to her feet. She recognizes Brenners voice outside as she reaches for a towel…..
The door crashes against the wall as Brenner enters. Before him, is Colette….still standing in the now cold bath….wet towel clinging to her form, its transparent fabric doing more to enhance than conceal.
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His face is flushed with anger. He walks right by her to the cabinet where she keeps the liquor. She knows what he'll go for and watches him fill a glass with greenish absinthe. His back is to her, but he can see her flickering behind him in the mirror. The candle light paints the room in a warm hellish light.
He turns around...Mephistopheles.
Get out of the tub.
Colette steps out. She is wary. What will it be now?
Brenner takes a long drink and then strips off his oily flight clothes.
She has had a thousand lovers but none with the iron and steel body of this man. She had asked him once, a long time ago when they pretended to talk to each other, what he had done before thewar.
He'd laughed bitterly and told her that he'd broken rocks in half.
She believed him...broken them with his bare hands.
He walks by her, his massive cock thick against his leg. He steps into the tub.
It's cold!...
I can heat more water.
She says turning to the wood stove.
No come here Colette. Come here little whore.
Take off your towel I want to see your body.
She drops it to the floor.
He looks at her, nods and shuts his eyes slipping down into the tepid water.
Wash me Colette. Scrub me hard. I have a stench about me that I have to get rid off...
NOW!
He turns around...Mephistopheles.
Get out of the tub.
Colette steps out. She is wary. What will it be now?
Brenner takes a long drink and then strips off his oily flight clothes.
She has had a thousand lovers but none with the iron and steel body of this man. She had asked him once, a long time ago when they pretended to talk to each other, what he had done before thewar.
He'd laughed bitterly and told her that he'd broken rocks in half.
She believed him...broken them with his bare hands.
He walks by her, his massive cock thick against his leg. He steps into the tub.
It's cold!...
I can heat more water.
She says turning to the wood stove.
No come here Colette. Come here little whore.
Take off your towel I want to see your body.
She drops it to the floor.
He looks at her, nods and shuts his eyes slipping down into the tepid water.
Wash me Colette. Scrub me hard. I have a stench about me that I have to get rid off...
NOW!
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Almost unbidden, my lips touched hers as we danced to the music that was playing only in our minds. The sensation was electric....I opened my mouth, my hunger just barely below the surface. What had started as a playful game had suddenly become something more......
Almost unbidden, my lips touched hers as we danced to the music that was playing only in our minds. The sensation was electric....I opened my mouth, my hunger just barely below the surface. What had started as a playful game had suddenly become something more......
Colin MacPherson
I turn back as I reach the door, not yet ready to go. "Mary, ma'am, I'd like to thank you for all you've done for me. And...." I hesitate. Really I should be leaving. I'm already patched up and Mary's already dismissed me. They don't need me hanging around. But Captain Rosethall was a good friend. He'd provided me with advanced training on the Camel before I'd left England to join the squadron. In fact, he'd transfered into the squadron with me. I just can't leave him right now. "Ma'am, would it be okay if I stayed a little longer. At least until Captain Rosethall gets out of surgery. He's a good friend, and I'd like to be here when he gets out."
I turn back as I reach the door, not yet ready to go. "Mary, ma'am, I'd like to thank you for all you've done for me. And...." I hesitate. Really I should be leaving. I'm already patched up and Mary's already dismissed me. They don't need me hanging around. But Captain Rosethall was a good friend. He'd provided me with advanced training on the Camel before I'd left England to join the squadron. In fact, he'd transfered into the squadron with me. I just can't leave him right now. "Ma'am, would it be okay if I stayed a little longer. At least until Captain Rosethall gets out of surgery. He's a good friend, and I'd like to be here when he gets out."
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Simone
Simone mimed bringing food to her mouth.
"Are you hungry Da-vid? Thirsty perhaps?" When he nodded to the affirmative, Simone placed a dainty shoulder beneath his much larger one and helped him stand. They made their way to the barn doors, Simone intent on helping him to the house. When he stopped at the door and peered anxiously through the crack, she stopped beside him and looked at him curiously. What was he looking for?
Simone mimed bringing food to her mouth.
"Are you hungry Da-vid? Thirsty perhaps?" When he nodded to the affirmative, Simone placed a dainty shoulder beneath his much larger one and helped him stand. They made their way to the barn doors, Simone intent on helping him to the house. When he stopped at the door and peered anxiously through the crack, she stopped beside him and looked at him curiously. What was he looking for?
Nanette
As Thor's lips touched mine, my body quivered and shook with sudden desire. Wrapping my arms about his neck, I pulled my body close to his, feeling the length of him against my own.
I felt his hands caress my back, his strong thighs against my body. I knew anyone could walk through the tavern door, but didn't care. Nothing mattered except for the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, the scent of him filling my senses.
As Thor's lips touched mine, my body quivered and shook with sudden desire. Wrapping my arms about his neck, I pulled my body close to his, feeling the length of him against my own.
I felt his hands caress my back, his strong thighs against my body. I knew anyone could walk through the tavern door, but didn't care. Nothing mattered except for the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, the scent of him filling my senses.
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...my tongue became insistent.....pressing against her closed lips. The passion of her kiss almost took my breath away. I slipped my hands from her back to the firm curve of her ass. My hands gripped...and then pressed her pelvis against mine. For the first time in months, I felt completely alive.
I broke the kiss with an almost superhuman effort. Breathing heavily, my hips still pressing - insistently - against her, I spoke....."Someone will come in at any moment....is there somewhere we can be alone?" As I spoke I let my hands drift up her body...the curve of her hips, the sides of her body.....
...my tongue became insistent.....pressing against her closed lips. The passion of her kiss almost took my breath away. I slipped my hands from her back to the firm curve of her ass. My hands gripped...and then pressed her pelvis against mine. For the first time in months, I felt completely alive.
I broke the kiss with an almost superhuman effort. Breathing heavily, my hips still pressing - insistently - against her, I spoke....."Someone will come in at any moment....is there somewhere we can be alone?" As I spoke I let my hands drift up her body...the curve of her hips, the sides of her body.....
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Mary Montrose
"Of course, Lieutenant. Wait just a moment please, while I find out where the Captain is."
Colin waits and I walk briskly down the corridor to the makeshift ward we have set up in what once was the nun's refectory. Beneath a high vaulted ceiling painted with angels the cots of the wounded are laid out in rows. Most of them are sleeping, but a few toss and moan. It takes me a minute to locate Captain Rosethall. He is bandaged and seems sunk into a half-sleep, whimpering softly. From the ashen pallour of his skin I can see he has lost a lot of blood. Claire Norris, another of the Voluntaries, is nearby, sitting beside a shaded lamp. I bend close to her and whisper, "Captain Rosethall there. Is he out of danger?"
She looks up and shrugs. "For now, I think, Mary. They've stitched him up, but he's gone into shock. All we can do is wait. Why do you ask? Is he one of your beaux?"
I know she is only teasing me. My lack of interest in the usual war-time romances is legendary amongst the detachment. But they know why, too. Every single one of them knows about Paul. Though it has seemed to me lately that the girls feel I ought to put it behind me somehow.
"No, I've never met him actually. But one of his men is outside in the hall. He wants to wait here in case the Captain wakes up."
"Nice lad. Well, I don't see any problems with it. Of course you never know about Sister." Claire rolls her eyes.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. You'll like Lieutenant Mac Pherson by the way, Claire. He's very handsome. And polite."
"You ought to keep him with you then, Mary. Where are you off to?"
"Just walking home. I'm off duty."
"Have him walk with you then. Tell him you're afraid of the big dark woods." She winks.
"You're a terrible tease, Claire. But thanks for letting him stay a bit and watch over his friend." I bend down and whisper into her ear, "His name is Colin. Make him a cup of tea when he comes?"
She nods and smiles, and I return to the corridor, exhaustion suddenly washing over me. All I have ahead of me now is the long walk through the forest and then the sight of poor Annie's ravaged face. I won't be resting any time soon. Girls like Annie, who always see the best in everything, are often the ones whose devastation is the most complete when the final blow comes. She loved Cyril in a way that was very different from my way of loving Paul. For her, his presence in France meant that the war was not real. It could not touch her. She could endure every privation because his presence shielded her from feeling it. Now though....
"Just straight down that corridor, Lieutenant MacPherson. I've told the girl on duty that you'll be coming through. She'll find you a chair and maybe make you a cup of tea."
I smile at him. I can't not smile somehow, when I look into his face. Somewhere, I imagine, there is a girl for whom he is everything, as Cyril was everything to Annie. I'm glad his wound was small and that she can live on hope another day.
We walk together to the end of the corridor, and I show him the way he has to go in order to find the ward.
"Montrose, go home and sleep, or you'll be useless to us tonight," Matron admonishes from an open doorway.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Of course, Lieutenant. Wait just a moment please, while I find out where the Captain is."
Colin waits and I walk briskly down the corridor to the makeshift ward we have set up in what once was the nun's refectory. Beneath a high vaulted ceiling painted with angels the cots of the wounded are laid out in rows. Most of them are sleeping, but a few toss and moan. It takes me a minute to locate Captain Rosethall. He is bandaged and seems sunk into a half-sleep, whimpering softly. From the ashen pallour of his skin I can see he has lost a lot of blood. Claire Norris, another of the Voluntaries, is nearby, sitting beside a shaded lamp. I bend close to her and whisper, "Captain Rosethall there. Is he out of danger?"
She looks up and shrugs. "For now, I think, Mary. They've stitched him up, but he's gone into shock. All we can do is wait. Why do you ask? Is he one of your beaux?"
I know she is only teasing me. My lack of interest in the usual war-time romances is legendary amongst the detachment. But they know why, too. Every single one of them knows about Paul. Though it has seemed to me lately that the girls feel I ought to put it behind me somehow.
"No, I've never met him actually. But one of his men is outside in the hall. He wants to wait here in case the Captain wakes up."
"Nice lad. Well, I don't see any problems with it. Of course you never know about Sister." Claire rolls her eyes.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. You'll like Lieutenant Mac Pherson by the way, Claire. He's very handsome. And polite."
"You ought to keep him with you then, Mary. Where are you off to?"
"Just walking home. I'm off duty."
"Have him walk with you then. Tell him you're afraid of the big dark woods." She winks.
"You're a terrible tease, Claire. But thanks for letting him stay a bit and watch over his friend." I bend down and whisper into her ear, "His name is Colin. Make him a cup of tea when he comes?"
She nods and smiles, and I return to the corridor, exhaustion suddenly washing over me. All I have ahead of me now is the long walk through the forest and then the sight of poor Annie's ravaged face. I won't be resting any time soon. Girls like Annie, who always see the best in everything, are often the ones whose devastation is the most complete when the final blow comes. She loved Cyril in a way that was very different from my way of loving Paul. For her, his presence in France meant that the war was not real. It could not touch her. She could endure every privation because his presence shielded her from feeling it. Now though....
"Just straight down that corridor, Lieutenant MacPherson. I've told the girl on duty that you'll be coming through. She'll find you a chair and maybe make you a cup of tea."
I smile at him. I can't not smile somehow, when I look into his face. Somewhere, I imagine, there is a girl for whom he is everything, as Cyril was everything to Annie. I'm glad his wound was small and that she can live on hope another day.
We walk together to the end of the corridor, and I show him the way he has to go in order to find the ward.
"Montrose, go home and sleep, or you'll be useless to us tonight," Matron admonishes from an open doorway.
"Yes, Ma'am."
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Brenner
He was going down.
It had not been Thor, nor even an Ami fighter that got him. It was a clogged fuel line. He'd been thinking about Colette again, retracing every move last night...he was in the tub and she was taking him into her mouth, when the engine coughed and died.
The Fokker was no plane to glide and Gerd had to make a decision fast. He could not make it back to his own lines, but here in the bend of the saliant at least he'd be close...A clearing, big enough?....maybe.
Back on the stick, keep the nose up as long as possible, lower...lower...
He glimpsed some buildings hidden in the trees, a large red cross flashed by...SHIT!
A hospital!...The undercarriage sliced off a tree top, the plane staggered...At least he'd be close to medical...
The wing tip dipped, caught another tree and suddenly Brenner was smashing through the pines with the clearing dead ahead!
The wheels touched down and he bounced...bounced again...the trees on the far edge were rushing at him, he threw up his hands and raged at fate!
OOC...Lady Kit, I need for the next few posts to deal with our liaison in flashbacks...I have been asked to crash Gerd behind allied lines to enable the flow of action needed by one of our players...have patience, I will return to that tub!
He was going down.
It had not been Thor, nor even an Ami fighter that got him. It was a clogged fuel line. He'd been thinking about Colette again, retracing every move last night...he was in the tub and she was taking him into her mouth, when the engine coughed and died.
The Fokker was no plane to glide and Gerd had to make a decision fast. He could not make it back to his own lines, but here in the bend of the saliant at least he'd be close...A clearing, big enough?....maybe.
Back on the stick, keep the nose up as long as possible, lower...lower...
He glimpsed some buildings hidden in the trees, a large red cross flashed by...SHIT!
A hospital!...The undercarriage sliced off a tree top, the plane staggered...At least he'd be close to medical...
The wing tip dipped, caught another tree and suddenly Brenner was smashing through the pines with the clearing dead ahead!
The wheels touched down and he bounced...bounced again...the trees on the far edge were rushing at him, he threw up his hands and raged at fate!
OOC...Lady Kit, I need for the next few posts to deal with our liaison in flashbacks...I have been asked to crash Gerd behind allied lines to enable the flow of action needed by one of our players...have patience, I will return to that tub!
ok im back, sorry for the break!
"Essen?? ya bitte..." again she didnt understand me, so i just nodded to her sign language. she helped me up and supported my injured side on her sholders. as we crossed the the courtyard, i could have sworn i saw someone move in the window.
as we got closser, that shadow begain to look more and more like it was a human. if it was family why hadnt they come out to find her?
as we got near the door i saw the person hiding behind the door hoping to get the jump on us, but i had a few ther ideas. as we reached the door, i pushed away from Simone, and shoved hard at the door.
it slammed inwards clouting the person, who ever he was ( a theif i was thinking). i hobbled round the door as fast as i could, supporting my weight on the door. lieing on the ground in a heap was a man.
Simone peeked round the corner of the door, wondering what was going on.
"Essen?? ya bitte..." again she didnt understand me, so i just nodded to her sign language. she helped me up and supported my injured side on her sholders. as we crossed the the courtyard, i could have sworn i saw someone move in the window.
as we got closser, that shadow begain to look more and more like it was a human. if it was family why hadnt they come out to find her?
as we got near the door i saw the person hiding behind the door hoping to get the jump on us, but i had a few ther ideas. as we reached the door, i pushed away from Simone, and shoved hard at the door.
it slammed inwards clouting the person, who ever he was ( a theif i was thinking). i hobbled round the door as fast as i could, supporting my weight on the door. lieing on the ground in a heap was a man.
Simone peeked round the corner of the door, wondering what was going on.
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Mary Montrose
The sun has yet to peep over the tops of the wood by the time I finally step outside the Abbey. Lieutenant MacPherson is safely ensconced at the side of his Captain, and no doubt being regaled by with a cup of morning tea. (I think Claire quite fancies him.) It smells sweet and new outside. The larks are just singing their dawn chorus, and for these few moments the world seems peaceful and safe.
At the entrance to the woods I pick up my pace. No matter how many times I traverse the half mile or so of dense woodland, I never lose an instinctive fear of the place.
Before I left the Hospital, it seemed to all of us that we had heard some kind of impact in the valley just over the ridge. I had wanted to stay, in case of incoming wounded, but Matron had told me to be off as planned.
"You'll be dead on your feet, Montrose, and no good to us at all. The day staff has already reported for duty and we can handle whatever comes." (I really wonder sometimes if Matron ever sleeps.)
I am glad she let me go. Not because I expect I will be able to sleep, but because of Annie.
And so I duck into the shadowy trees with a half-childish prayer to reach the other side of the woods safely.
"I love you, Paul," I think, and carry the warmth of his memory with me, a talisman against the dark.
The sun has yet to peep over the tops of the wood by the time I finally step outside the Abbey. Lieutenant MacPherson is safely ensconced at the side of his Captain, and no doubt being regaled by with a cup of morning tea. (I think Claire quite fancies him.) It smells sweet and new outside. The larks are just singing their dawn chorus, and for these few moments the world seems peaceful and safe.
At the entrance to the woods I pick up my pace. No matter how many times I traverse the half mile or so of dense woodland, I never lose an instinctive fear of the place.
Before I left the Hospital, it seemed to all of us that we had heard some kind of impact in the valley just over the ridge. I had wanted to stay, in case of incoming wounded, but Matron had told me to be off as planned.
"You'll be dead on your feet, Montrose, and no good to us at all. The day staff has already reported for duty and we can handle whatever comes." (I really wonder sometimes if Matron ever sleeps.)
I am glad she let me go. Not because I expect I will be able to sleep, but because of Annie.
And so I duck into the shadowy trees with a half-childish prayer to reach the other side of the woods safely.
"I love you, Paul," I think, and carry the warmth of his memory with me, a talisman against the dark.
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Nanette
At his words, I glanced at the door. He was right. Anyone could come in at any moment. Looking up into his startling blue eyes, I was mesmorized.
Glancing at the kitchen, I whispered into his ear, "Yes, we can be alone. My room is at the far end of the tavern, we will be undisturbed there."
My suggestion was met with a kiss, insistent, firm, yet with tenderness.
Walking to the stairs, I call out to Pierre that I need to lie down for a while and I will be back shortly. I hear him mumble a response, and know that he has once more gotten into his wine again.
Smiling up at Thor, we climb the steep stairs and follow the narrow hallway to the very end. I open the door to my small room, and turn to look at Thor. He quietly closes the door behind him, and then his arms are once more around me, his lips on mine. I feel the edge of the bed behind me as I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him.
At his words, I glanced at the door. He was right. Anyone could come in at any moment. Looking up into his startling blue eyes, I was mesmorized.
Glancing at the kitchen, I whispered into his ear, "Yes, we can be alone. My room is at the far end of the tavern, we will be undisturbed there."
My suggestion was met with a kiss, insistent, firm, yet with tenderness.
Walking to the stairs, I call out to Pierre that I need to lie down for a while and I will be back shortly. I hear him mumble a response, and know that he has once more gotten into his wine again.
Smiling up at Thor, we climb the steep stairs and follow the narrow hallway to the very end. I open the door to my small room, and turn to look at Thor. He quietly closes the door behind him, and then his arms are once more around me, his lips on mine. I feel the edge of the bed behind me as I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him.
