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Rebekah's legs crossed atop each other, the hem of her skirt blowing slightly above her knees. Once cleared from view, he leaned across her to kiss her soft lips. "It does?" She asked, recalling the first emotions of passion she had felt when the two became an illegitimate couple.

With ease, his hand went to her backside, pulling her atop him. "Oh, you really think that, Auto? Shouldn't you be saying you're lucky just to have me in your life?" She teased him, her right hand shooting out to lay flatly on his chest.

Rolling back on to the seat, she watched as the thick grove of trees passed by them. The moonlight was barely peaking over the canopies, the pale light illuminating the shallow paths. The fireworks caught her attention, flailing so highly in the sky. "Aren't they beautiful?" She asked rhetorically, eyes glued to the dark sky.

There was an old barn, a structure she never knew existed. As he spoke to her, she turned her head toward him. Fingers grasped his chin. "Auto, young you are not, but you still have the power to change the world." She spoke sternly, obviously referring to his place in the war.
 
"I can not betray my country any more then you could give up you're faith" He helped her down from the wagon and walked her over to the barn. He pushed the door open and entered he could see a lantern and an empty milk bucket. He climbed a ladder up into a loft she had told him to leave the war and his family behind. "you know i think i can see the fireworks still" there was a skylight and fireworks bursting over head. As she arrived on the loft he rolled over on top of her feeling her beneath him. "Are you glad you came out" he smiled kissing over her neck and mouth feeling her body under her cloths. He could see she was looking as much at the exploding lights as she was at him.
 
She was wrong, she knew that as much when he replied as she did when she had made her snippy remark. "Wait." She reached for his hand, trying to stall him. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, but it seems wrong that we're both born in the same country yet I do now feel it my own. I suppose you can't understand that."

From that moment forth, her mood was just a little darker, a little more worrisome. She put on her best smile, though, determined not to let him know how much she was affected by everything. Ascending the ladder, she pulled herself up onto the surface of the loft. "Can you?" She asked, glancing up toward the clear pane in the barn. "They're so pretty."

Once again, she was pulled on top of him. "Yes, I'm glad I came out." She replied, canting her head as he kissed down the soft flesh of her neck. Her knees bent slightly, one of them rubbing lightly against his trousers. "Are you glad you brought your Jewish mistress out?"
 
When ever they came out they always fought over the war it was hard on him he did not like what he was doing any more then she did. "Fate is cruel think of Helena of Troy the world is not often fair or kind" he smiled kissing her lips he was not just in love with her body but her mind flesh was cheap beauty like a diamond could not be replaced. "Now i want you to enjoy the world even if you are a prisoner of circumstance" he could have said something far more cruel but he did not want to hurt her feelings.

"Now would you like to re-experience are first night" he wanted sex he went so long without it at home he had only a mistress, no dalliances with his servants no prostitutes. He smiled running his hand up her leg he could hear her heart beating. It was so hot in the small barn he could hear music playing even at this distance. "I am always happy to see you" he smiled her intelligence he beauty and kindness far out shinned his wife. He was a far different person then when he was at home.
 
He never directly responded to anything she ever asked him; sometimes she wondered if he was even listening at all. She felt like if he was standing in front of her and she announced she was pregnant, or any shocking thing at all, that he would just smile and nod. His head was in the clouds way too often, but she continued to be with him. Not because he offered her safety but because she had grown to love this married man.

She wanted to scream at him that how dare he, a soldier and possibly friend of Hitler's, tell her, the woman on the wrong side of the gene pool, how unfair life was. And, worst of all, he compared her to a Greek myth. He radiated German nobility at its very worst when he boldly told her she was a prisoner of circumstances. She was so angry she could cry, so livid she could have slapped him in the face.

He gave her a proposal, which she wasn't sure she wanted to accept or not. She knew well what kind of proposition he was offering; what he wanted from her body. "I don't know, Auto." She replied flatly, unsure of how he would react to that. But her lips said another thing as she leaned down to lightly kiss him. "Like you said, life is unfair. Seems unfair to me that a man gets what he wants after saying something like that, don't you think?" As serious as her words were, her tone was teasing and it was hard to tell if she meant it or not.
 
He was not a man quick to anger if he had been he would never have made it so far in such an authoritative state. "Maybe it woudl be good if i experienced some disappointment" he teased turning her head to kiss her. He smiled and thought about what she had said he was a selfish man and lover. Many people lived with far less then him but he had always gotten what he wanted from life. He smiled sitting back on the ground he would get her to come to him he knew how, he could be very charming when he wanted to.

He pulled out a cigarette he had never gotten into pipes or cigars to phallic for his taste he did not lit up but mimicked the actions. "You know i think its all a game of chance you roll the dice sometimes you win sometimes you loose" he pretended to snuff out the cigarette on his hand something he did as a youth. He had always smoked since he was ten he had been smoking and it showed. "You know that shit people are shit no matter where you look, if you're in power you shit on other people"

Ha placed his hand on hers he was not a dumb man he could see that Germany would loose even if it won Europe would be a wasteland. "I wont try to kill him if i do another will take his place you have to change the system" the well educated young always led the way he was far too old and set in his way to be a revolutionary. He pulled her close just holding her to his body for warmth. He knew the end was coming even if others could not see it the German people the world had to change.
 
"Everyone experiences disappointment every once in a while, Auto. Even the ones not accustomed to it." She was a quick-witted woman, which was dangerous for her, especially during the current times. It was easy for her to keep her tone soft and saccharine, even if her words were somewhat foul. She let him pull away from her, though her hand lingered in the air, outstretched toward him.

She watched him pull the rolled paper up to his lips, his antics odd. "Yes, Auto, life is all a game of chance. I roll my dice every single day and for the most part, I've had good luck." She sank down into his lap, her shoulders pressing into his chest. Hands captured his face, forcing him to look at her. "What happens when my luck runs out?" But, she knew he wouldn't answer her. He never did.

He pulled her into him, holding her against his body. For the moment, she was done talking about the war. At least, until the next time it was brought up. Fingers lifted to his shirt, idly toying with a button. Her lips found his, soft and wanting. "Thank you." She whispered, expressing her gratitude for his shelter, his protection, and the life had given up for her.
 
In many ways he respected and admired her other times he would like it if she would just sit back and relax. He smiled placing his arm over his shoulders the festivities were winding down many people were already going home. "You know i miss home not the place a live but the place i grew up" he had lived on a big estate with animals. It had once been a farm but no one sold the goods only used them for the house.

"Now i am going to kiss you and i hope you will like it, maybe we can do more latter" he kissed her lips feeling them pressed to his own. He knew next time he woudl be going to Egypt thats were the real fighting was. His comfy post on the great wall was coming to an end at least he was not to be sent east. He placed his hands on her beck feeling the warmth of her skin under the fabric of her dress.

He smiled pushing her back against the wall he wanted to have sex with her but he wanted her to want it back. "I was thinking we could have a nice night and then tomorrow who knows" it was not like he could take her to the opera. He was clever and all but there would be real soldiers there men with there wives. "Now are you enjoying yourself" he asked kissing her again softly.
 
She listened to him speak of the place where he grew up, obviously fond memories for him. He easily led the memoir into a desire for kissing her, speaking his actions before she felt the warmth of his lips mold to her own. His hands pressed to her back, the fingertips creating ten separate places of warmth against her skin. As always, he tacked on that he wanted more "later", ruining the element of surprise. It was like he didn't trust her to act on her own, but to follow the rules he laid out.

Somehow, they were standing again and she was being forced against the wall. "We are having a nice night." She whispered, reaching up to weave her hands through his hair. Tomorrow would be a new day, though. Perhaps a day in which she was forced back into the shadows. So long as she was in Germany, she would never experience what other women did. This was the most public their relationship would ever get. She'd never experience marriage, raise children, or even so much as go to the picture shows on Saturday nights.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked back, refusing to answer his question. Her lips were attached to his again, her fingers reaching down to unbutton the small fastener she had been playing with earlier.
 
He lived his life the way he chose like a wild colt spreading his seed across the meadows and fields yet it was not enough. He could tell she was acting playing the part of the devote mistresses she wanted more and less. It was cruel of him yet he had to do a lifetime of living in only a few days. “You know I care for you” and he did yet his family was not one that wrote poetry but fought wars. He held her more gently quenching but not extinguishing the fire that burned for her.

He smiled tasting her feeling her yielding soft flesh dominated by his strong hands even as he fought the urge to ravish her. He wanted to say so much the sounds around them could not quiet the beating of his own heart. He did not think about his life planned form birth with so many expectations. He was a soldier not an artist not a politician he fought for Germany treaties, laws were all so much paper.

“I am and so should you be” he whispered wondering if it was all wishful thinking to a man who lived his life through the eyes of his family. She was here alive real she was something that was only his, only his dream his desire. More then anything he wanted to cry he wanted to run he wanted to escape a war he knew would lead only to sorrow no matter how it ended. But he was a man a soldier and a father and he would never cry in front of anyone.
 
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