Loving the Enemy: A Reylo WWII Story

Le Petit Déjeuner

Authors Notes: First of all, thank you for reading this! Secondly, I tried to put in a few French colloquialisms, phrases, and terms of endearment to make sure the story had a french flair. By the way, "Ma chere" means my darling in french- I use it a lot in this story. This is a slow burning romance, and I didn't feel as though I would be doing the story any justice to rush it as it didn't feel very natural for two enemies to fall into bed together immediately. Please stay with this story, I promise there will be some SMUT, but as all writers say, the longer you wait for something, the more you will appreciate it! I will try to update with a few chapters every weekend. Please comment below if you want to see this series continue, if you do, I will try to keep posting as consistently as possible! Thanks!

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Ren awoke from a deep sleep, marveling at the gentle light shining through his windows, brightening the room. No gun smoke, no artillery shells, and no fear of death on his mind. Just peace and quiet. He thought of Rey, asleep in her bed only a couple of meters away from him.

Rey was not asleep. In fact, she didn't sleep at all that night. She spent the majority of the night debating over what to do about Ren. It felt wrong how he made her feel good. She had betrayed her country, she had betrayed her husband, she had portrayed her beliefs, yet she could not convince herself that she had betrayed her heart. She had never been kissed like that before. Well she had been kissed before, but by a boy, Ren was a man. When she was younger, the bakers son had a crush on her and kissed her in the back alley after her best friend Claudette's birthday party. That was a sloppy kiss, a kiss of inexperience. Nothing ever came from that kiss. And anyways, the baker's son is dead now. He received a bullet to the skull in Alsace-Lorianne on the battle field. After all, almost everyone she grew up was dead by now. Shoving aside her thoughts, Rey set aside to put herself in order. She brushed out her hair, crimped it with a hot iron, pinned it back, put on a dash of perfume, a swipe of lipstick, and a light lavender dress with nude pump heels. There was nothing she could do though, to erase the circles under her eyes. Rey walked downstairs, careful to not clomp too loudly in the heels as to wake general Ren. 

Rey's eyes widened as she walked down the stairs to find a spread of some pain au chocolat, fresh fruit, warm honey cakes, and warm baguettes on the dining room table. Sugar, chocolate, and fresh bread had almost been rationed for almost a year. Even before the war, she had never seen a spread this decadent before, at least not accessible to her. Her hands traced the fine linen, marveling at the fine silverware. Her mother in law owned fine things too, but they were never wasted on Rey. 

"You are more than welcome to help yourself, mademoiselle." Rey jumped in surprise. Ren stood behind her, in a freshly ironed suit. His cap was in his hand, making him appear younger and less rigid. 

"I didn't mean to interrupt, Monsieur. All this... it just surprised me that's all." Rey responded, making as little eye contact as possible. 

"No you didn't interrupt. You can sit down". It came out as more of an order than a request. Yet, Rey remained standing, not wanting to break bread with an enemy. She had already crossed too many lines in the last 24 hours.

"Thank you for the offer, commander, but I need to check in on my mother in law." Rey slowly backed away from him and towards the door; not trusting herself to be in the same room as him.

"That was not an offer, Mademoiselle Rey. It was a command. I'm sure your mother in law is fine, she went to visit her friend, Madam Bernadette, she left a note on the kitchen table saying that she shouldn't be back for hours". Ren's eyes had turned to steel, any patience and kindness he had showed had now disappeared. Rey complied and started moving to the seat, not wanting to push back anymore. He seemed like he wouldn't respond well to another rejection. As she neared the table, Ren quickly speed walked behind her. Almost like a carnivore stalking his prey. Rey was aware at how quickly he was approaching her, but her mind froze, undecided in how to respond. Quickly, he reached out his hands, grabbed onto her hips, spun her around and locked his lips on hers. He lifted her by her behind and set her upon the table, nesting his body between her legs. Her breath quickened in such an intimate position. His hands traveled up the sides of her legs. Once the shock of his swift actions passed, Rey slightly kissed back, wrapping her legs around his behind, unable to control her desires. Rey was so enraptured by the embrace she didn't notice the back door open.

"Rey! Qu'est que tu fais? (what are you doing?)" yelled Finn's mother, shocked to see her married daughter in law locking lips and grinding with the man who killed may have killed her son. As Rey's eyes opened to see who uttered those words, she saw Finn's mother spin on the ball of her food and go running. Rey went rigid, attempting to pry Ren off of her, yet he refused to budge. 

"It is fine ma chere, she won't say anything" responded Ren, moving down to plant his kisses on Rey's soft neck. Ren's aggressive lips went back up to claim Rey's stiff and unmoving lips. Suddenly, with force of power and anger unknown to Rey, she pushed his chest, throwing him off his balance and stumbling back a few meters. She tumbled from the table, and slapped him square across the face.

"How dare you! You have destroyed my reputation. I will be lucky if my mother in law ever looks at me again, if not abandons me on the streets. I am married and you have disgraced, ruined, and humiliated me. Was it not enough to kill my husband so now you need to defile his wife too?" Rey shrieked, tears pouring out of her eyes. After a moment, the heaving sobs stopped but the tears didn't. Drawing a small breath, Rey spoke quietly, in a way that set Ren's nerves on edge, "You promised me that you wouldn't touch me without my approval. Yet you broke that promise. Twice. Somehow, I believed that you were better than all those german scum. But I was wrong, you are by far worse than them. At least with them you get what you expect, but you trick people into thinking you care about them, or that you will at least treat them like a human being, when all you are is a selfish manipulative monster!"Rey ran from the room, leaving her reputation, emotions, and heart in shreds.