L'Allemand et l'alliée (Englisch, Reylo)

chapter 13

"Reyanna dear, I'm gone for a few hours," says Florille, while she puts on her jacket and wants to go out the door.
"Okay, is there something I should do in the meantime?" I ask, but she just shakes her head. "No, you can go back to Poe," she suggests and walks out without saying goodbye. I just nod after her and sigh.

I was clearly no longer sure if Poe would ever want to talk to me anymore. Now I was clearly a stranger in this village again. But if it were actually true that Poe is a Jew, when it comes out, that would mean a little more than just trouble with the Germans. I should burn this note at all costs. But I could still remember how angry I threw it at Ben, he had it now and God only knows where it is. Or maybe he had just passed it on to his captain in anger. But I wouldn't be sure if he would be able to, even if he has admitted that he enjoys killing.

I turn around and slowly walk up the stairs. I wasn't sure if he was still there or gone to work. But when I stood in front of his door, I knocked twice, out of politeness. I nervously knead my hands behind my back to hide the fact that this wasn't really what you want it to be. But for the sake of Poe, I should give him the letter so that he can decide what to do with it.

I looked up immediately when the door was opened and he eyed me sternly. His hatred now seemed to have found a way too. "Reyanna, can I do something for you?" He asked politely and I nod. "Yes, I would like the letter back," I say more quietly than I actually intended, which is why I clear my throat again. "What letter, I burned them all," he just says and smiles down at me maliciously. "I'm completely serious," I give only briefly, as a last warning. "Yes, me too. Absolutely," he adds, as if he were imitating me, but he didn't.

"I gave it to you, the letter about Poe," I explain quickly.
"Yes, right, the one you threw at me? I still have it," he grins again so disparagingly and I quietly wait for him to turn around to get it, but we only stood for another minute quiet there.

"Anything else?" He now interrupts the calm. "Yes, I would like the letter back", I say with an annoyed undertone. "Oh," he laughs, as if he had accidentally forgotten this and I now also smile politely. "No, not really. I think that's really funny, how would you call it?" He asks and I roll my eyes. "Threat? Bribery? Blackmail?" I give him a few examples, but he just nods.  Without another word, he bends down and looks deep into my eyes. In spite of it, I don't move a bit and just furiously pull my eyebrows together.

"But you can earn it," he whispers softly and now looks at my lips. "I can kick your balls too," I try to avoid his irresistible gaze. "For example," he smiles and comes closer and closer to me, but I slowly take further small steps backwards while my gaze wanders to his lips. "Stop it," I whisper when I feel the wall behind my back. "Why, because you might like it? You want it," he tells me. The tip of his nose was already touching mine and it was easy to tell from his breath how greedy he was.

"I hate you," I snarle and look up into his eyes again. "I know that won't change," he just says and gently puts his hand on my cheek and lets it wander to my neck. We just look at each other for a long moment and I'm waiting for him to finally kiss me. It would be more than wrong, especially because I hate him so much that I can't describe it, but I want this more than anything.

I run my hands slowly over his uniform and open one button after the other of his field blouse. He is watching me closely and his breathing is getting harder and harder. I slowly pull it off his shoulders and look up again. Stormy he presses his lips to mine and puts both hands on my cheeks. He slowly leads me to the nearest door and opens it. We enter hectically and let ourselves fall on the bed that seemed to be mine. He straightened up briefly to pull another shirt off his body before leaning back over to me.

I also quickly pull my top off my head and wrap my legs around his waist. Immediately he puts his warm hands on my sides and slowly lets them go down to my skirt. Slowly he begins to pull my garment down and I too timidly open his pants.

"This is something unique," I interrupt the eager kiss and he nods. "Yes, yes," he says before he penetrates me again with his tongue.

On the sides of my thighs he slowly pulls my panties down and didn't seem to know what to fixate on first.

Either the addicting kiss that we both can't have enough of or our incredibly breathtaking orgasm that is about to give us.