Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Feeling the vibration of her soft sigh on his tongue as they kissed drew him deeper into her. Her arms vined up and around him as she brought herself closer showing him that her desire was as intense as his own. Fire fueled fire and his right hand slid up her back and neck to brace the back of her head as his tongue probed past hers, along her gums and palate. At the same time his left hand caressed downward from her collar and over her breast, surveying its full shape before cupping its softness into his palm.

Breaking off the kiss, he rested his forehead upon hers, their noses making gentle contact in the darkness. The intensity of her breathing was apparent in the palm that fondled her, and it made him aware of his own. He felt warm under his shirt. Gregorsz groped gently at her taut flesh trying to find her nipple through the cloth.

He kissed her again, this time softly on the corner of her mouth. Then he continued an affectionate path of kisses across her cheek and down her neck as his hand let go of her breast to tug gently at the string of her collar.

Young Elizabetta caressed along his shoulders, her fingers moving up his neck in a gentle caress, enjoying the feeling of his skin underneath her hand. He had such firm skin, a thick neck compared to her own. And she could feel the tense muscles under her arms as she pressed a bit closer with his own pressing. When he broke the kiss, the young woman bit her lower lip and nudged her nose against his, enjoying the closeness and intimacy.

Before she knew it, his hands were caressing over her back and then down to her breast. It was a shock to her when his hand made contact, but it felt nice to the young woman. Should she be letting him do that? She didn't even know him that well, but there was some kind of charge between them.

His fingers kneaded her breast, making her nipple harden with excitement. His lips traveled from her lips and down to her neck, freeing her mouth once more. "I don't know if I should do this..." She said, knowing he wouldn't understand her, or at least suspecting it. Even as she said it, she pressed herself against him, inviting his touch. "I've never...." Her head shook as her hands grasped at is top, pulling it to begin unclothing him.

She was becoming wrapped up. In the excitement. And in the pleasure of his hand on her breast and his lips on her neck.

Her words were lost to him in a foreign dialect but her body language was pure passion as she tugged at his shirt without thinking to unbutton it so he was certain t hat she was approving. The collar of her dress hung loose as he pulled the ribbon and he kissed his way down her neck and across her bare chest. The opening wasn't terribly wide and so he slipped the dress off of her shoulder. The strap of her underslip fell away in the same motion and he buried his lips into the soft flesh of the young girl's cleavage as he cupped her breast. The soldier had to stop a moment to adjust his seating position for the accommodation of his full arousal.

His fingers worked the fabric of her slip shirt aside, exposing her areola to the sweet night air. Gregorsz passed his knuckle over the taut nipple and gave it a gentle tug. Then he cupped under the heavenly curve again, lifting her flesh to his lips and took it in his mouth. Swabbing his tongue back and forth over her nipple several times, slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, he savored her pristine flesh. Then he took the little bud between his lips and suckled softly.

Elizabetta arched herself as the man moved his mouth against her chest, his hands removing the obstetrical that were her clothing. Her dress and slip were quickly pushed aside, exposing her nipple to the air so that his hands and mouth could find her breasts. This was new and so exciting to her, meeting in the dark with a man that she didn't know to share a passionate embrace.

She had touched herself before, but never had she given herself the pleasure that the man's fingers and mouth gave her. There was an excitement in not knowing what he was going to do until he did it. His tongue passed over her several times and each time she could feel her nipples getting harder with excitement.

When he began to suckle on her nipple the oyung woman gave a moan of pleasure and pressed herself closer to him, wanting to feel more of the touch. She did not want it to end, but she knew, deep down that this shouldn't be happening. Her hands moved over his back and to his shoulders, clutching at him for a few desperate minutes while she was torn between continuing to what would undoubtably become love making and stopping there. There was a chance he would turn from her if she stopped them. But, she couldn't continue for long.

She didn't stop him right away, though. She held him, pulling him closer to her so that she could feel his body that she knew would feel so good against her own.

Gregorsz' lips let go of her nipple and returned to her mouth and when she pulled him close, pressing her tits right up against him it sent the passion inside him off the scale. He braced the back of her head stiffly to burrow his tongue as deep and hard into her mouth as possible. When the attack of lust subsided they parted lips and he took a moment to calm his heavy breath. Resting his forehead against hers as his lungs panted, she felt delicate and terribly feminine in his arms, like the petals of a flower.

Gentle was the right way, and his lips found hers again, softly this time. While they kissed his left hand reached under her knees and lifted her thighs across his lap. Then gathering up the length of her dress, he caressed her knee and slowly slid his fingers up her thigh. Everything about her was soft and smooth. When his fingertips reached her undergarment he dipped them down and slipped his hand within towards the heat of her sex, wriggling gently between her closed thighs. At the same time he kissed his way down her chest to bury his face softly into her heavenly cleavage.

Elizabetta found true pleasure in his mouth on her own while he held her tight. She was so small against his hard body that she felt more feminine than usual. He made her feel small and somehow protected. That was strange,given that she'd just met him and they didn't even speak the same language.

The next, soft kiss made the young woman smile and run her fingers slowly through his hair. He positioned her legs over his lap as his mouth traveled. She knew that this was wrong, but it felt good as his hand caressed her leg. It was going higher up, and making her heart beat faster. When his hand found it's spot under her bloomers, fingers touching while his mouth moved to her breasts again she knew it couldn't go any further.

The sudden pleasure, a jolt of feeling moved from between her legs up her whole body made her jump. There was only a small voice in side of her saying to stop, but she knew it was time to listen to it.Her hand landed on his chest and she gave a gentle push.

"No. We must stop." She told him, breathing heavily even as her body arched to feel more of his touch.

His fingers between her legs hadn't quite reached their destination when she spoke. He had no idea what she was saying but the passion in her body urged him on. His right hand with fingers spread wide spanned the middle of her back, bracing her, but she was already pushing her chest into his face on her own. He nuzzled deeper into her bosom, his lips searching for her sweet nipple once again, but as his hand continued to burrow towards the warmth of her groin he thought he felt her thighs tighten.

Gregorsz wrapped his lips around her areola and suckled once more. She was irresistible. His fingers crept deeper until the tip of his middle finger found her damp bush, but he felt her legs tighten again upon contact.

No, she couldn't be stopping now, when she seemed so ready to be loved and he was so ready to love her. He had to remind himself that she was still young and likely had never gone this far before. He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, relaxed his embrace
and left her wet nipple to the cool night air to rest his cheek upon her soft chest. He could feel her heart pulsing like the gait of a galloping horse.

"What's the matter, dearest?" he asked totally aware that she probably didn't understand a single word. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

He knew that he couldn't make that promise. Certainly he would not hurt her physically, but he had no control over the marching orders of the army and no clue as to when they may be given. he could promise to love her but he could not promise not to leave her, and he was aware that that could hurt her the most.

Elizabetta got the impression that he wasn't about to stop. This was where their language barrier would hurt her. Suddenly, she was afraid. There was no malicious intentions in Gregorsz, but if he didn't know what she wanted, he couldn't give it to her. His fingers touched, teasing her body, making her hot with need. But, she knew that they couldn't, not right then.

He finally realized that she wasn't urging him on and he stopped. Her breast felt abandoned when he lifted his mouth and the cool air made her nipple harden. Her body certainly wanted to keep going, but her mind was more controlled.

He was telling her something that she didn't understand, but it sounded understanding. She searched her mind for some words she'd had to learn. When the armies had started coming in they had to learn certain words so that they could get around. Finally, she figured the one that might help. "Home." She told him in his language, pushing straight and pressing a hand against his chest.

She hoped that he wouldn't hate her. She wanted to do this again, to meet with him and get to know him while his army was there. After a second of worry, she pulled herself from his arms, pulled her legs off his and sighed. "Home." She said again as she started to put her dress in order, covering herself once more.

"Dom," she said. She had stopped him and his heart vacated to an empty disappointment. What was 'dom'? Was it Russian? In Polish it meant home. Was she trying to say 'home'? Was she trying to tell him that she was suddenly going back home? She pulled herself away and he let her go.

"Home," she said again as she stood. It was clear, she was going home. Gregorsz could see her silvery outline as she put herself back together, a young lady being ladylike. He adored her.

"Now?" he whispered into the dark and stood. If she was going to leave so abruptly he needed one last bit of contact, so he stepped forward and embraced her sweetly in his arms.

"Tomorrow?" he asked, hoping that she would change her mind and just stay with him now.

The young woman didn't want to just leave him, but she wasn't going to become a wanton woman in just one night. She wanted to lie with him, the kissing had made her heat up, brought out the woman in her. But, she was not a stupid woman by any means. If she fell from grace already, she could very well end up being passed around by the army around them. She needed to know about the man that she was so attracted to.

He grabbed her and held her in his arms. She nearly melted against him. Just the feeling of him holding her made her want to put herself intimately against him. She pressed her lips softly against his jaw and wrapped her arms around his middle. She heard another word that she knew well, 'tomorrow'. He wanted to meet again the next night.

"Da." She agreed, nodding as she stepped back. "Zavtra" She told him, 'Tomorrow'. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his jaw softly. "Dobroy nochi." Goodnight to him. Then, she stepped back and started to walk from the forest. She was back in order and she needed to leave before temptation got the better of her.

The fabric of her dress trailed from his fingers as she backed away and turned and her shadowy shape grew smaller as it walked on down the path. Soon the shape was gone, leaving only a movement in the darkness. A moment later even the movement was gone. She was gone. He still didn't know her name.

The scent of her flesh was still on him and his desire for her had not waned in the slightest and a slow stroll in the opposite direction failed to suppress his arousal. Stopping, he stepped off the path and into the blackness of the wheat, feeling the tall crop brushing at his waist. Gregorsz undid his pants, gripped his member and slowly stroked. The smell of her and the memory of her touch on his skin, her breast in his mouth fueled his fantasy. At his climax he tossed his seed randomly into the field. It wasn't fulfulling - she wasn't there - but at least he had relieved himself of the discomfort of his incessantly unsatisfied hardon.

Camp was still off limits. He couldn't afford to arrive back in the yard close to the time that she would. A separation of time was necessary so he extended his stroll for what he supposed was ten minutes. At some point he would have to turn back. Technically he was in the heart of the Russian steppe - enemy territory. An invading soldier alone in the dark could find trouble quite easily at the hands of even one angry local. Enough time had passed. He returned to camp.

Everything had gone quiet. Most were asleep in their tents.

"Who goes?" asked the watch. It was Witten.

"Wiecorek."

"Proceed," said Witten.

Altmann wasn't at the tent. Gregorsz removed his boots and jacket and crawled under his blanket. He couldn't sleep. His day was not complete. His life was not complete. There was one pressing task not done - her. By the time that he dozed it was almost dawn.

"Where were you last night?" asked Altmann in the morning.

"I could ask the same about you."

"In the village," he grinned as he rubbed his sore head. "Cards and drink and women at the inn."

Breakfast was porridge but apples had been picked from the neighboring orchard and every man was rationed one. Gregorsz cut his up with a knife and dropped the slices in his meal. As he ate he thought of her. After morning mess he was sent to the garden to dig up potatoes, clean and peel them. They were put into the previous day's leftovers to make a soup for lunch. He looked up now and again as he worked to see if she was around, but could not find her. When lunch was done he returned to the tent. Altmann was there with Letowski and Wulff. They sat on the ground and Timo had a deck of cards.

"Gregorsz, come sit," he called. "We'll deal you in."

"All right," he answered and took a spot next to the others, sitting at an angle with a view of the house. Cards would be a good way to kill time until nightfall.

The young woman coughed and wheezed as she descended the ladder from her loft. She'd managed to slip into the house unnoticed that night and had spent the night dreaming about the foreign soldier. Had she really spent the evening locked in his arms? Was she really planning to go back? Of course she was.

"Elizabetta!" Her mother barked, snapping a towel in her direction. "Stiff upper-lip. You cannot allow yourself to appear weak around these men. They will use it to their advantage." Elizabetta nodded her head and took a slow breath in an attempt to get herself in order.

Always a bit on the sickly side, she was used to gathering her strength to appear good. "More cleaning for the day, and do try to stay away from those men."

The warning remained in the young woman's mind as she cleaned and cooked and continued to work as she would every day. Night came and the lowering sun allowed her enough cover to sneak into the woods where she knew she could meet that soldier.

"That was a good time at the inn last night," grinned Letowski as Wulff chuckled gruffly in agreement.

"I bet that Irina girl can do more than pour vodka and sing," said Altmann.

"The balalaika player was good too," offered Wulff.

"That must have been her grandfather," Altmann glared at him awkwardly.

"Where were you Gregorsz?" asked Letowski. "Why didn't you join us?"

"He went to bed early," Altmann winked. "He's a good boy." The comment was a joke but the look in Timo's eye said more, as if he knew some sort of secret. Gregorsz said nothing, stifling his insistence to know what he knew with a gripping fear of letting on. A new sweat came over him, in addition to the summer heat. Timo played a card and adjusted the pebbles in the dirt that he had arranged as an abacus to keep score.

"I wonder if Irina's bush is as red as her head?" Letowski contemplated with his continuing grin.

"I like the little blonde that wanders around here," remaked Wulff. It was all that Gregorsz could do to keep from flinching.

"Yes, she is a beauty," Altmann agreed. "And young too. A virgin. That Irina has been around I'm sure." Timo adjusted the scoring pebbles as Letowski played a jack. "But we wouldn't touch her now, would we?" Altmann continued as Wulff played his scoreless card seemingly oblivious to the guile wrapped in the comment. "Dodak would have us shot." Timo looked at Gregorsz and Gregorsz looked back at Timo in silence. Nothing more was said about the matter.

After the game there was mess of more chicken borscht. The word going around was that one of the farmers down the road got into a blaze with one of the French colonels over raiding his henhouse and had to be restrained. As the shadows grew long the men were assigned to cleanup, which for Gregorsz meant dish detail. He couldn't wait for inspection to let out and the sun to set so he could be free again to find her soothing embrace. He still dreamed of her name. Perusing the list in his mind, he scratched 'Irina' from it. Polina ... Karina ... Katya ... Natasha ... Yevgenya ...

"Gun team 5, take watch!" ordered Dodak. "Team 6, relieve them at midnight!"

It couldn't be. It should have been teams 3 and 4 to watch. Dodak had mixed the sequence! He would not be able to see her that night. He could try again the next, but if he couldn't keep this date would she bother to show for another? His heart wrenched in anxiety. He cursed the army and cursed the war, but then realized that the army and the war brought him to her. Altmann and Letowski had a nap before their shift but there was no way that Gregorsz would be able to get any shuteye. He was far too tense. He cleaned his musket to pass the time. The campfire glowed orange in the smooth sheen of his bayonet.

Nothing could have been more uneventful than watch. He was assigned a furlong staked out at the side of the road along past the house garden. When he reached the stake he met up with Wulff, reported all clear, turned and strolled back to the other stake where he did the same with Letowski. Looking up at the starry sky - the same sky that he had shared with her the night before - made his heart ache. Now and then he would stop for a sip of water from his canteen. Wulff liked to smoke. He would offer a puff and about once an hour or so Gregorsz would accept. The northeast horizon carved a black edge into the orange glow of dawn. Soon there would be daylight.

"Smoke?" asked Wulff.

"Na," Gregorsz declined.

There was a commotion down the road, a muffled shout. The two soldiers pricked their ears up for more information. There was another shout, then a wail.

"Was that a woman?" Gregorsz contemplated aloud.

"Altmann!" Wulff called out down the road and waited for the reply. There was none. "Timo!" he called again. The next sound was definitely a woman's cry.

"Something's going on," said Gregorsz.

"Come let's check it out," urged Wulff.

"I can't leave my watch. You have to go meet Altmann."

"Timo's not answering, then I shouldn't go alone. He could be in trouble," Wulff argued. Gregorsz teetered in indecision a moment.

"All right," Gregorsz relented and the two of the hurried along the road into the village.

Dawn was just breaking and the buildings cast long shadows upon one another across the intersecting roads. Right in the middle was a heap. As they approached they made out the form of a body cast fetal in the dirt with its back to them. Her legs were bare and one of her slippers was missing. Her dress was tangled about her hips and her arms were folded across her naked breasts. Her skin was smeared with dirt and her disheveled dark waves of hair covered her face. As Gregorsz knelt over her in the dim daylight he saw that it was the color of rusted iron. He thought she might be dead but then was relieved to notice the tremble in her arm as she sniffled.

"It's Irina from the inn," Wulff identified her as he peered over Gregorsz' shoulder.

"Go get an officer," Gregorsz told him as he removed his own coat to cover the girl. There were voices down the road. They looked back and saw the shadows approaching in the dust.

"I think someone already did."