Lovers of War

Turning slowly towards him, she raised the rifle, and then lowered it. He had rolled over onto his back and looked like hell. The bandage around his leg was soaked with blood. His face was flushed and he was shivering. Mumbled words were coming from his lips.

She knew just looking at him that he had a fever. She turned back towards the door, determined to leave him to his fate when he moaned her name. She rested her head against the door torn.

"Emily..." He moaned thrashing his head back and forth. "Where are you? I'm sorry. I need your help. I'm sorry." He mumbled over and over.

Emily lowered her head as she set the gun by the door. He may be a German and a killer but he was still a human being and she couldn't let him die. She moved slowly towards him making sure he wasn't going to jump on her when she got close. When she was by the sofa, she dropped to her knees next to him, reaching out her hand.

His body was hot with fever, his eyes flew open at her touch but there was no recognition in them. He kept mumbling her name. She knew there was no way she could carry him back to the bed.

Sighing, she pulled the jacket closer around her body then moved to restart the fire. Once it was going, she put water on to heat then walked back into the bedroom. She grabbed two blankets and a pillow off the bed, carrying them back into the other room. Fritz was still writhing around.

She grabbed the gauze and disinfectant cream off the table along with the scissors then moving back to him, started to work.

His wound was gaping and red. The stitches she had put in it, had been pulled out. "Oh Fritz." She said looking at him.

She got a pot with cool water and cleaned the wound the best she could. Then she threaded the needle again and began to stitch him back up. He flinched as the needle pierced his skin but that was about it. She rewrapped his leg, and then with a cool cloth, cleaned his sweat soaked body. Holding his head, she managed to get some crushed aspirin into him, then laid his head on a pillow and covered him with the blankets.

Then she sat down at the end of the couch, watching the fire and waiting.

All day long, she nursed him. Feeding him aspirin the best she could, wishing she had something stronger, and cleaning his body with the cool cloth. She turned on the portable radio she had brought and listened to the newscaster tell about cities that had been attacked.

Near dusk, she made some soup, but barely ate any. Instead she sat in her father's old rocker, looking out at the snow falling against the window. Fritz's fever broke shortly after midnight and they both slept.

Fritz opened his eyes to a cool cloth being moved over his face. He looked up into Emily's tired eyes. "How are you feeling?" She asked dropping the cloth back in the bowl.

"Tired," He said through his dry mouth. She gave him a sip of water which he thanked her for with a smile. "Why are you still here?" he asked looking at her.

She rubbed his forehead with the cloth as she wrapped the blanket tighter around him. "I started to leave. I was going to look for help, but you started crying out to me and I knew I couldn't leave you to die." She brought her eyes to his. "We aren't enemies Fritz. We are just two people who got stuck on the wrong sides of this stupid war. I don't blame you for what you did. I did at first but then I realized that it wasn't your fault. You were just following orders."

Pulling his arm out from under the blanket, he touched her face. "I am sorry for what I did Emily. I am sorry about your family and friends."

She closed her eyes as she held his hand to her face. "It isn't fair." She said as tears filled her eyes.

He pulled her face to his chest, just holding her while she cried. "War isn't fair sweetheart." He said softly stroking her hair and back.

Emily lifted her tear stained eyes to his. She wasn't sure who actually moved first, all she knew was that Fritz's lips felt wonderful against hers. When his tongue touched her closed lips, she moaned as she parted hers willingly. He didn't dive into her mouth; instead he just caressed her tongue with his own.

Fritz wrapped his arms tightly around her as she moved against him. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were glazed with desire and his cock was making a tent in the blanket. "I wish I could make love to you." He said softly looking into her eyes.

She cupped his face with her hand. "Me to. But we will. It is just going to take time."

Fritz nodded; almost afraid to let her go for fear that she would leave him. When he saw the tenderness in her eyes, he knew that she would be here for him. Now, tomorrow, until the end of the war even. Maybe even longer.

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The days turned to weeks and then finally months with the war showing no sign of ending anytime soon. Emily made trips into the wrecked town about once a week to get supplies. She got some fresh clothes for her and Fritz from the burned out store. Most of the stuff was charcoal, but a lot of the stuff in the back was okay.

It was the middle of May when they heard the news report that the war had finally ended. Germany had backed out. Fritz and Emily were cuddled on the couch just holding each other when the report came in. "It's over." She said softly resting her head against his chest.

"Yup." He replied gruffly as he stroked her hair. They had made love this morning but he wanted her again. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He loved her body and he loved the way she accepted him. When her hand brushed down over his swollen cock, he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

"Mmmmm...What do we have here?" She asked with a smile as she opened his jean shorts.

Fritz groaned as she pulled his cock out in the open and caressed it with her fingers. "That's your play toy my love." He said as she slowly stroked him.

"Hm...Yes it is." She lifted her eyes to his for a minute then lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh baby." Fritz groaned as he felt her tongue move over him. "Yes. Suck my cock honey. Get me ready to slide it into you."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, moving her mouth slowly up and down over him as she nipped at his flesh with her teeth then moved her tongue over the areas she had bitten.

"I love it when you do that honey." He groaned reaching one hand around her to grab her breast.

Emily moved her mouth off of him long enough to sit up and pull her tank top off over her head. Fritz's eyes moved over her bare breasts. "Beautiful." He murmured huskily as he ran a finger over one of her nipples.

Emily closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure when he lowered his mouth to her breast. His tongue moved in a caress over her nipple. "Oh Fritz." She moaned holding his head tight against her. Her other hand moved back to his cock, stroking it slowly.

Fritz ran his tongue over her breast while he caressed the other one with his fingers. His hips were pushing up against her hand. "I need you baby." He groaned pulling away from her and pushing her lightly to her back on the floor. "I need you now."

Emily didn't protest when he pulled open her jean shorts, or slid them down her body. When she was naked, she spread her legs open for him. "Make love to me." She purred.

Fritz lowered his body down over hers, careful of the small bulge in her belly. They had discovered almost two months ago that she was pregnant and that it was his child. His lips captured hers in a deep kiss even as he moved his cock to her entrance.

He slid easily into her, both of them moaning against each others mouths as he filled her with his heat. "Oh honey, you feel so good." He moaned pulling his mouth from hers as he fucked her slowly. His strokes long but steady.

"I feel you so deep inside me." She cried wrapping her legs tightly around him as he pushed into her. "Love me Fritz. Love me."

Even as he thrust slowly into her, he locked his eyes on hers. "I do baby. I love you more then life itself."

Emily knew this; Fritz had admitted that he was in love with her almost 4 months ago. The same night he had made love to her for the first time.

Now as their bodies rocked together in the ancient dance, each held tightly to the other. Emily loved him as much as he loved her. "Oh Fritz...Baby...Please..." she panted as she felt her orgasm starting to rise.

Fritz knew what she wanted; he was hot to and knew that the moment for tenderness was over. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his arms as he started slamming hard and fast into her. "Fritz...Yes...Fuck me..." Emily cried as she slammed her body hard against his. "Fuck me."

"Emily...My Emily." He cried kissing her desperately even as he impaled her body repeatedly with his hard cock. "Cum for me baby. Please...I need to feel you cum for me." He begged as he rammed hard into her. His own orgasm was rising quickly from her body milking at him.

"Oh Fritz, so close." She cried thrusting her body violently against his. "I'm so close." She ran her hand down her body until she found her clit. Even as she pushed against him, she pulled at her clit, looking for her own release. "Yesss...Oh yesss..." She screamed as she suddenly went over the edge.

Feeling her body tighten around him, Fritz screamed. "Take it baby. Take my hot jizz deep inside you." He thrust a couple more times into her, spilling his seed before he pulled out and collapsed on his back beside her. Since they found out she was pregnant, he was leery about putting his whole weight on her.

Emily snuggled up against his chest with her head resting on his shoulder. Just then there was a knock at the door. Emily tensed then sat up. Fritz looked at her with worry in his eyes. "Don't say anything." She said quickly pulling on her clothes. "Just a minute." She called to whoever was outside.

Emily walked over to the door then looked back to see Fritz pulling on his jeans. They had worked out what they were going to say if they were discovered, but now that the day was here. They were both terrified.

Once he was dressed, Emily pulled open the door. There was a man standing there in an army uniform. "Are you guys okay?" he asked looking into the cabin.

"Yes...Thank you for finding us." Emily said politely moving back so the man could step into the cabin. "My husband and I have been stuck here since the town was bombed.

The soldier looked over at Fritz with narrowed eyes. "What's your name sir?"

Emily stepped in front of the soldier. "His name is Frank Nelson. He doesn't speak. He hasn't since he was a child.

The soldier looked back to Emily. "And you would be Mrs. Nelson?"

"Yes." Emily saw no reason not to use her real last name since her whole family was dead and no one could dispute that it was her maiden name and not her married name. "Our marriage certificate as well as everything we owned was lost in the explosion."

The man looked at Emily and Fritz as if he wasn't sure if he should believe them or not. "Well from what we can tell, whoever bombed the town escaped from the crash. We haven't found them yet."

Fritz tensed a minute but Emily just moved over to him, taking his hand in hers. "Like I said. We have been here since then."

The man looked at Fritz again then nodded. "Well we have been scouting the area looking for survivors. You two seem to be the only ones left of this town. We'll take you to safety."

Emily smiled. "Thank you that would be wonderful. Is there a doctor there?" She put her hand on her stomach. "You see, we are expecting our first child."

The soldier looked at her stomach and nodded. "Congratulations. Yes, we have doctors."

Fritz nodded then him and Emily packed a small bag with some clothes before following the soldier to an army truck.

As the truck moved away from the only home Emily knew, Fritz squeezed her hand gently with his own. Looking into his eyes, she knew that she had lost one life and was starting another one.



Epilogue: the End...Or the beginning?

One year later

"Mr. and Mrs. Frank Nelson renewed their wedding vows today in front of friends. The ceremony was held at the 1st Christian church in Portland, OR."

Emily held their daughter in her arms as Fritz read the announcement of their marriage in the paper. "Well, as far as they know we renewed our vows." He said taking his sleeping daughter from his wife's arms.

To the outside world, Fritz was Frank Nelson. He owned a small portrait studio, which he worked in with his wonderful wife Emily. Thanks to some friends, they had managed to get him a fake birth certificate and social security card.

"I would like to actually become an American citizen someday." Fritz said looking at Emily as he put their daughter down for her nap.

When he was free of holding their child, Emily wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly then smiled. "To the outside world, you may be Frank Nelson. But to me, you will always be Fritz Rasminov. The German soldier, who stole my family, my friends..." She kissed him again. "And my heart."

The End