I Spy - (Raivh & Loveme)

[Raivh]

Overhead the sky was bright crystal blue with just a few sporadic puffy white clouds. In the distance, maybe just two or three miles offshore, there were thick dark, foreboding clouds. As he sat there on the beach, looking out over the ocean, he could see curtains of rain streaking down to mix with the rolling ocean waves below. His chest rose as he inhaled deeply, breathing in the salty sea air and pulling with it the fresh coolness of the rain not far off. It sent chills down his spine and raised the hair on his arms and along the back of his neck.



He dug his fingers deeper into the sand, feeling the coarse granules glide over his skin. Turning his hand over, he pulled a handful of the sand up and held it out away from himself. Gradually, he let the particles filter between his fingers and fade away into the camouflage of the beach. As rough as sand could be, it felt soft and fine as it left his grasp.



To his left, two young children played happily along the shore, laughing and carrying as they chased a ball and the water lapped at their feet. Occasionally, the ball would drift away, but it never got far before one of the boys ran out to grab it.



He hadn't heard her approaching, but he felt her soft, smooth arms glide around his chest as she sank into the sand behind him. Her teeth caught his earlobe and gave it a gentle, playful tug, before she whispered into his ear, “What are you still doing out here, Alex? Your dinner is getting cold and soon your bath will be, too.”



With a smile, he closed his eyes and turned around to face her. That was when he woke with a start, his chest heaving. Each rapid breath appeared before him in random opaque shapes that vanished almost as soon as the next left his lips. He blinked a few times as he sat up in bed, staring at the light shining under the door.



A few seconds later, he heard a knock, followed by the low, cautious voice of another man on the other side. “Lieutenant, Sir?”



Swinging his feet off the side of the bed, Alex strode over to the door and flung it open. “What? Couldn't this wait until morning?”



The soldier standing outside was young and didn't seem quite certain how to address his superior in that moment. He stood there with his mouth and eyes wide open, gawking like a virgin seeing a man's erection for the first time.



The lack of a response only served to aggravate Alex further, and he reached for the man, grabbing a fistful of his uniform and pulling him closer. He smirked when he felt the man squirm, trying to get away. “Come on, it was urgent, wasn't it? Spit it out.”



“The General, Sir, he wishes to speak with you,” the young soldier blurted out. Alex released his grip on the man and threw him back. He stumbled and stopped only when he hit the wall on the other side of the hall. “He only told me that it was confidential and urgent and to wake you now. That's all I know, I swear.”



Alex stood in the doorway with a hand scratching the stubble along his jaw, head cocked to the left as he eyed the man. He took a step forward. “Very well, return and inform him that I'm on my way.”



“Yes, Sir, Lieutenant, Sir,” the soldier acknowledged, saluting his superior officer.

Alex waved the man off dismissively before returning to his room and drawing the door closed behind him. He glanced toward a window near the corner of the room. It was still dark outside. His eyes traveled to the clock. It was four hours before the bugle wound sound to wake up the rest of the camp. He already had some idea what the general was calling on him for so early in the morning. That didn't mean he was pleased to be woken out of such a dream, one he hadn't had in years.

 

[Loveme]

It was one of those things she didn't really want to do, but being a enemy spy was something she was rather good at. She had fought tooth and nail to remain just a regular soilder, but she was just too damn good at being a spy. Being a women, no one really ever suspected her of being a spy. She fit in perfectly, done what she was told by her superiors.

She also managed to become close friends with soldiers that were higher ranked then her. It was a perfect ploy that she needed for people to give her information. She much would of rathered snuck around the base, getting information that way. But becoming close to her enemy's was one of the best ways to do it. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

To understand them she had to become them. It worked out quite well so far. She had information on what their next target was, what their next move was. But the peice of information she couldn't find out was where their home base was. It was something she had been trying to find out for over a few weeks now. Sneaking around, asking random questions. She had hoped no one had caught on to her yet.

It was currently still early in the morning, sound asleep in her bunk bed that she shared with the others. She was sleeping quite well, dreaming of her home life. It was so much eaiser, she could be herself back home. Not here, if she dropped her cover she would be in a world of shit. 4 hours before the sound of the horn would sound and wake her up to another day of trying to figure out where home base was.

Rose knew she had to come up with a way to get the information. Maybe flirting with a lieutenant... that might would work in her favor. Being a spy had its downfalls. Some of the friendships she had come to make were really genuine. No motive behind them. The woman always told herself not to get close to people she had to work agaisnt, it would only end in heartache for both parties.

Something woke her earlier then she should have though. A feeling of regret, a bad pit in her stomach. The day she was supposed to check back in with her own base. Shaking her head, she rubbed her eyes and jumped down out of her top bunk. No one else was moving, they were all still dead asleep as she gathered her belongings. It was time to take her chance and escape back to her own base.

The feeling she was getting, was one that turned her stomach. Moving quitely out of the bunk room, she made her way closer to the exit. She needed to get away, she had been there too long, people would probably start to ask her questions, realize who she really was. Thankfully it was still a little dark, enough for her to make her way down the hallways un noticed. Thankfully, the guards were on switch duty, switching shifts. It was her chance to escape through the woods.

 

[Raivh]

Alex stalked across the room over to his uniform that hung limply over the back of a chair in front of a simple wooden desk. It didn't take him long to yank it on and cinch up his boots. In a matter of minutes, he was stepping back out the door and back into the hallway. He glanced left, then right, down the tiled white hallway. There wasn't another soul out wandering the hallway at this hour. All of the men were still dozing soundly in their bunks. Turning his attention back to the left, he strode down the hall with his chin up, shoulders back, and chest out. Despite his rank, he had no identifying badges or medals to make him stand out. It was how he preferred it, and it made him more difficult to spot when he needed to blend in the most.

Moving down the hall, he rounded a corner to the right when the straightaway ended and began his trek down another similar corridor. At the end was a door, the exit to the men's barracks. Pressing both hands against the cool metal plates, he shoved them open and out into the darkness of early morning. As chilly as it had been in his bunk, it was even colder outside. Squinting, he glanced up and watched as the white flakes filtered down slowly against the black sky and fell to the ground. There was already a thick white blanket of snow covering the ground. Alex scowled and lowered his gaze, gleaning over his surroundings. He hated the snow. Hated the cold. Hated the wet. Hated everything about it. Nonetheless, he traipsed through it to his right and headed in the direction of the general's quarters. He could see the young soldier's boot prints in the snow from when he'd come and when he'd returned to let the general know Alex would meet him soon.

Peering back over his shoulder, Alex stopped and stood still in his tracks. The only sound he heard and sight he saw was his own breathing, but there was something unsettling about the atmosphere. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, however, he decided to press onward to go see whatever it was the general wanted at this hour. When he reached the doors, he rapped once on them and the young man he'd encountered not long before pried open one of the doors.

"Welcome, Lieutenant," said the young man, greeting Alex as he pushed his way past the young soldier and stepped toward the general seated at his desk.

"You wanted to see me?" Alex's voice was flat, an air of arrogance whipping off his tongue. The two older men were well aware that Alex technically ranked higher than the general, because if Alex wanted his superior officer's position, he'd have it. He never bothered with too much pleasantry with the old man, only whenever he felt like it.

Staring down his nose and over the bridge of his glasses at a piece of scrawled on parchment, the general seemed to not hear Alex. Or at least he pretended not to. Not keen on being ignored, Alex lifted one heavy, booted foot, and plopped the wet tread in the middle of the general's desk. Behind him, he could feel the young soldier tense up. Alex glared at him over his shoulder. "Leave, boy."

With a hasty salute, the young man quickly made his exit. Once he was gone, Alex returned his attention to the general, who was now leaning back in his seat, hands folded over his belly, head cocked slightly to the right.

"It's good to see you, Lieutenant," he stated irritably.

 

[Loveme]

When Rose made it to the exit, she was soon met by snowflakes and cold. The snowflakes hitting against the warmth of her face and melting away. Soon her warmth was gone as she soon closed the door behind her. The snow was going to make it extremely hard to sneak out. She really needed a snow uniform, one that would blend into the snow as she moved across the grounds. What she had would have to do though. Looking left and then right, she made her way down the trail of already made foot prints. She couldn't help but wonder who was out there this early. Especially in this weather.

The woman was half way there, squinting her eyes as the snow fall began to fall thicker. Her footsteps were quite in the snow, thankfully. The snowflakes falling thick in front of her was causing her view to become rather hard. Barely able to see a foot or so in front of her.

It was going to be her downfall and she didn't know it. Not until she felt a hard body hit against her chest. She was done for now, unless she could manage her way out of the messy situation. The brick wall it felt like she had hit knocked her on her butt. Hurrying rather quickly to get back up, she was trying to think of something to say. Nothing was coming to her, she had expected it to be rather empty. She decided to do what she did best. Run.

When the solider noticed what was going on, he tried to grab her but she escaped his grasp just barely. She had took off into the woods. "Deserter!! Deserter!" He wasn't far from the generals headquarters and knew they would be able to hear him. When he heard them running out the door, he yelled over to them. "It was a young woman! She ran off into the woods before I could grab her. Black hair!"

Rose knew she was in deep trouble. She had to find away to hide and quick. She didn't have a good head start or the right equipment to be hiding. She really didn't have the right clothes on for the snow. She was very well undressed and knew she wouldn't be able to make it on a stake out. The snow was also hindering her even more as she managed to trip in a pile of snow that had been covering a huge hole. Rose knew she had to get up and rather quick.

 

[Raivh]

Looming over the general, grinning like a deviant child, Alex rested one elbow on his knee and leaned forward a bit. "What did you need to see me for at such an hour?"

Alex kept his eyes trained on the general, while the general lowered his gaze to the offending boot on his desk. Finding himself in a position of power and one that evidently irritated the older man, Alex lifted his toe and ground out the heel of his boot, smudging and even tearing the papers beneath it. After that, he slid his foot back and grated the bottom of it over the edge of the desk before letting it plop loudly back down on the ground. The general reached out, ignoring Alex's pleased and taunting expression, and slowly shoved the papers off the edge of the desk into a trash bin on the floor.

"No matter," the general started, settling back into his chair again, one arm on each rest. He quirked his brow quickly in a mock shrug off of the insult. "That's why you're here, anyway."

With a single nod of his head and raised brows, Alex sighed and wandered over to a nearby bookshelf. There, he toyed with a few photos, including one of the general's wife. He glanced over his shoulder and waved the photo at the general, an action he could tell prompted an increased degree of annoyance. With a smirk, he kissed the photo and set it back down.

"God bless her," he said, angling the photo back to exactly how it had been before he'd disturbed it. "Go on, then."

About to stalk back toward the general's desk, the two men jerked their heads in the direction of the door.

"Deserter! Deserter!" The shout met their ears, muffled, but with clarity. Casting a sideways glance at the general, Alex furrowed his brow.

The general smiled a half smile and lifted his hands in a dismissive gesture. "As I was saying, your target has infiltrated our camp. Better thank that boy."

Without so much as another word, Alex was stomping toward the doors and throwing them open. Lights were flicking on everywhere throughout the camp and men and women coming out of their bunks, sleepy, dazed, and confused. Rushing toward the young solider, Alex grabbed a fistful of his uniform with one hand. "Less running your mouth, more capturing the rat!"

"Gun, now!" Alex bellowed to a nearby guard. The man tossed his lieutenant a weapon on command. It felt light. Revolver, he assumed. It didn't matter. As long as it had bullets and he could use it to help immobilize her, that was all that mattered.

As quickly as he'd grabbed a hold of the man, he released him. The soldier's eyes were bugged in terror of his mistake, and he started to stutter an apology, but it was too late. Long, muscled legs carried Alex across the snow with ease. He was used to the cold, used to the terrain, and didn't need to see every crack, rock, dip, and slight hump to make his way quickly and easily toward the woods. His breathing was steady as he ran, glancing left and right, and then straight ahead of him. He squinted his eyes, believing them to have caught sight of a shadowy figure ahead just in time for it to disappear.

He scoffed under his breath and his legs pump faster, plowing through snow drifts in running, jumping sprints to reach the escaping woman. Once he reached her, he stood over her, staring down into the pit, legs spread out to help block an escape.

"Stop!" Alex commanded, aiming the barrel of the gun at the woman's snow-covered form. His attention shifted her for a split second and glided over various flashes of light heading in their direction. He moved around her in a circle, a wolf stalking his prey, only his teeth had fire in their bite. Slowly, he pulled the hammer back into half-cocked position, maintaining range of his focal point and target.

 

[Loveme]

Rose knew once she seen the snow that it was going to be over for her. She would freeze if she didn't have a fire, fire would create smoke, smoke would attract the people she was fleeing from in the first place. She was in the hole still, her hands slipping against the cool ice and snow around her. That hole had been her downfall, when she seen flashlights coming around her, a male voice hollering behind her, she knew. Dead end.

When the man stepped in front of her, gun barrel pointed at her body. Shaking her head, she lifted her hands up slowly. Dropping her bag as she showed him that she was weapon free. He moved around her in circles. Like a predator watching his prey before bouncing.

"I'm not armed. You can put the gun down." Why am I not armed.... she thought to herself as she shifted in the hole she had fell in. "I wont run anymore." Rose was honestly quite certain she had tweaked her ankle when she fell in the hole. Her body was cold and freezing and she couldn't really feel the pain if she had tweaked it bad.

The best spy around who had never been caught, was finally caught. She would have to write that down. First people to catch her? If the stupid hole hadn't of stopped her...... She was nervous as she heard the hammer clicking half way back. "Please, dont shoot."

The man looming over her had an extreme presence of control coming off of him. His ranking looked to be a lieutenant?

 

[Raivh]

In all of his days in the military, from the time he was a young foot soldier like the boy he'd scolded earlier, to now, he'd learned not to trust a single soul. Not a man. Not a woman. Especially not a woman like her. He knew full well the skills she had to have in order to make it to his hit list. Yet here she was, asking him not to shoot as he circled round her. His nostrils flared as a hot burst of air exploded from his lungs, and he scoffed when he heard her plead with him not to fire.

"You're right," he stated plainly, his tone flat but pronounced, loud enough for her to hear him well and clear, but not quite a shout. His thumb pried back on the hammer again, knocking it to the ready. Slowly, he lowered his aim from her head to her left calf. "You won't run anymore."

With a quick jerk of the trigger, he loosed a bullet, which flew hard and fast in the small space between them. Over the ring of the shot in his ears, he was barely able to hear it drive through flesh and muscle tissue before exiting out the other side and into the cold, hard earth. Almost instantly, he saw the snow change from pure white to tainted crimson. Without hesitating, he readied the second shot and held the tip of the revolver to her right knee as he lowered himself into a squat before her.

His eyes locked with hers, a piercing, fierce emerald green. His brow was pressed to a thin line between his eyes. There was a taunting smile toying at the corners of his lips. Behind him, he could hear his men nearing, having redirected at the sound of the gun shot.

"This is going to be fun, Love," he murmured to her, bearing his teeth now in a most amused grin.

 

[Loveme]

The sound echoed through out the cold dead night. The sound of the gunshot was enough to scare her, the ringing in her ears was deafing. The close proximity was enough to cause the bullet to fly straight through her left calf. A painful scream flying out of her lips as her hands went to the bullet hole. The snow around her was covered in red liquid almost instantly. Her hands covered the hole to try to stop bleeding. "You fucking shot me!" Rose screamed out as tears ran down her face.

Her eyes instantly moved to the revolver at her right knee. "No.... please..... I can't walk now.... don't make it worse...." her head shook back and forth as she continued to whimper in pain. In all her years she had never been shot.

She had messed with the wrong person, she could see it in his green eyes. A look of hate, his smile was tauntimg as it crossed his lips. His men were getting closer, the sound of footsteps became heavier the closer they got. "I told you I wouldn't run....." her breath was extremely heavy and rapid.

Adrenaline pumped through her blood at the moment. Sure, she was in pain but nothing like what it would be in a few hours.

 

[Raivh]

Like a sharp blade through thin paper, her scream sliced through the night around them. It was sweet to his ears and sent chills down his spine as the hairs along the nape of his neck rose on end. A dangerous, low chuckle started from deep in his gut and rolled up and past his lips as he watched her scramble to desperately prevent herself from losing anymore blood. The task would prove to be a difficult one, given it was spilling from two points in her calf. His laughter quieted, head tilting this way and that as his eyes tracked hers, watching as they fell to the revolver threatening to blow out one of her knees.

To him, blowing out her knee was assurance she wasn't going to run. It wouldn't do her much good to try to move with a couple of holes in her calf, let alone a shatter patella. Her earnest plea for him to show her mercy, followed by an agonized whimper, only stoked the fire burning within.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart," he cooed to her, revolver still aimed for her knee as he reached his free hand out. Gently, he brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek and back, sidling away a few unruly strands of hair that threatened to hide her desperate eyes from him. "I know you did."

The grin on his face feigned kindness, softness, as though he had even an ounce of empathy for her situation. It quickly vanished and was replaced with a wicked sneer, followed by a violent grimace as he whipped his hand holding the revolver up and fired a shot right beside her ear. Once the bullet was freed from its chamber and flying somewhere far off into the woods, he jerked his shoulder and slung his arm, snapping the full force of his wrist and the cold iron of the gun against the side of her head to render her unconscious, or at least he aimed for her to be shortly.

"Lieutenant!" He heard a man address him from behind as the footsteps behind them closed in and came to a halt.

Alex stood towering over the woman, sneering down at her and spitting off to his right. "Take her and lock her in an isolated room. No windows. One door. Post two guards outside. Come find me when she wakes up."

 

[Loveme]

The man standing before her laughed in her pain. Her hands and uniform was covered in blood, her hands weren't helping much to stop the bleeding, it still poured out of both sides of her calf. The pain was hurting her, whimpers escaping her lips. When he touched her face, she moved her head away. "Don't touch me!" She hissed towards him.

His expression changed, it looked like he cared for a split second that she was hurting. But then his expression changed, sadistic even now. Rose screamed as she heard the gun firing again, but no pain came. It zipped right past her ear and off into the woods.

Before she could react, she felt the power of his hit and the cold iron of the revolver pop against her head. Instantly Rose fell back, her hands falling off her wound and more red liquid poured from it. She was unconscious, and at his complete mercy.

Rose didn't know how long she had been out, but she slowly raised her hand to the side of her face some time later. The gun had left a decent size goose egg on the side of her head, even split the skin open. Rose could feel dry blood on her cheek from where it had ran down. She had a killer headache and her vision was blurry. The room she was in was dark, no windows and only one door.

She was laid on the floor, a pool of blood around her leg from the gun shot wound. It was covered in blood, and the amount of blood she had losthad her weak. Maybe that's why her vision was blurry.. The pain she felt was unbearable. "Ouch...." she spoke loud enough for the guards outside to hear her.

One of them heard her groans and walked off to get Alex. "Sir, she just woke up."

 

[Raivh]

Cold, snowy powder crunched beneath his boots as he turned after giving his men the orders to capture the woman and take her to an isolated room. He barely felt the chill seeping into his boots as he walked aback to camp, his breath an icy fog in front of him. There was a shit-eating grin spread from ear-to-ear on his face, like a boy that had just won first place in a race after tripping his competition when no one was watching. Alex had never been good at playing nice or fair. He preferred it this way. Dirty play made things more entertaining. Behind him, he could hear his second in command shouting orders at the other men. It was going to be an interesting day.

Back at camp, Alex made his way back to his room and removed his boots by the door. He left them there to thaw out, leaving a small puddle of water to collect on the floor beneath them. It didn't take him long to get out of his uniform. He left it lying over the back of the desk chair and then moseyed into his private bathroom. After a rather unexpected run through the cold, he needed a nice warm shower. Moreover, he wanted to look his best for her later. After all, she'd come all this way to see them, might as well make a good second impression. He wasn't so sure she'd so enjoyed their first encounter.

He stepped into the shower, the tiles cool at his feet, and turned on the water. It sputtered out in a broken spray before the stream steadied and warmed. Both hands pressed firmly against the wall in front of him, he stared down at the ground. The smirk had faded, but it returned when he thought of how shocked she'd looked after he'd shot her. Apparently, her research on him and this place hadn't been quite up to snuff, or she'd been misinformed. That was good. It meant this was all going to be a nice little surprise for her. Dropping one of his hands from the wall, he closed his eyes, trying to take himself back to the dream he'd been having before he'd been awoken this morning. It had been a good dream, and he'd been stopped just before one of his favorite parts.

A few hours later, Alex was seated at his desk, sifting through paperwork that had been brought to him earlier. He had reports to write, plenty of them since her arrival. When he heard the knock at his door, however, he grinned and got to his feet. Ordinarily, he hated it when the men came knocking at his door. This time, however, he opened it and embraced the soldier informing him that his captive had woken up. It was a quick hug with a pat on the back, but nonetheless, an embrace. He could tell when he stepped back that the soldier didn't know quite how to react.

"Ah, Sir, thank you, sir?" Alex laughed and stepped around the man, taking the key from him and ordering him to shut the door to his bunk and then go get some food.

Making his way down the hall, Alex exited the building and crossed through what was now about three feet of snow into another building, one where they performed a variety of interrogation and held prisoners temporarily for pickup. When he walked through the doors, the guards saluted him and he stopped in front of her door. He looked between the two posted outside.

"You can go," Alex stated plainly, watching them from the corner of his eye. Once they were gone, he slipped the key into the lock and gave it a harsh turn to the left. The click of the latch was one of the best sounds he'd heard all day. He stepped inside and left the door open behind him, unconcerned that she would attempt any escape in her current state. If she did, he'd shoot her other leg.

"Hello, my dear," he greeted, walking inside, both hands in his pocket. He ignored the pool of blood on the floor, unperturbed by it, and circled her slowly. "How are you feeling? I hope they let you rest well."

 

[Loveme]

Rose had tried to sit up, but she felt extremely week from the loss of blood. Most of it had dried up, some still slowly flowed through the rag that horribly covered it. She was glaring at the man as he circled her, just like his prey that he was about to devour. Rubbing her side of her head softly, she shook her head. "It's not like I had a choice in the matter." Rose pulled her right leg up and to her chest as she left her left leg straight, she didn't want to move it to much, fearing the wound would open back up some.

"Just like you shooting me in the leg. That was uncalled for. I told you I wasn't running. Now I can't even move it without blood gushing out. Appreciate that a ton." Rose's voice was full of anger, her eyes full of hate towards the man standing before her. She knew she would have issues with her leg from here on out, if she got out. Shaking her head, she groaned deeply.

"How am I feeling? I have a headache, my leg hurts like hell. My adrenaline is gone, I'm very well rested though." She couldnt help but be a smart ass towards him. Her eyes followed him as he circled her body. "Do you shoot every woman you meet? You know good and well that you could of handled me without shooting me."

"What do you want with me? Rose shook her head and closed her eyes. "Can you at least get me something for my headache?"

Of course he probably wouldn't, he did shoot her in the leg after all. "I'd also love a hot shower too...." she was probably asking way to much. Especially since she had infiltrated their camp. "Some new clothes roo maybe?"

 

[Raivh]

The grin already spread wide from ear-to-ear widened still as he listened to her cheeky remarks. He came to a halt in front of her, tall and foreboding as the peak a craggy mountain with a storm brewing. His green eyes, devious and cunning, were locked on hers. He could see the anger swirling in her eyes, dark and threatening, a bit like a cornered dog. To him, she seemed to be a bit like a chihuahua. All bark and not enough bite.

"Oh, you're most welcome, Love," he cooed lowly to her, dropping to a squat before her so he could look at her face more fully. He rested his elbows on his knees and folded his hands together. How she was accosting him was most amusing. He chuckled at her and inhaled deeply as he edged closer to her, a slow waddle in his current position. When he was close enough, he lowered one knee to the ground and reached a hand out toward her.

"My dear, I only shoot the women I feel need shot," he murmured, gripping her chin tightly between his thumb and index finger, tight enough that he could feel her jawbone under the pressure. His other hand moved for her leg and grabbed a hold of the rag that had been used to crudely bind her wound. One gently tug was all it took to loosen it. He felt it release tension, likely knotted up in some clotted blood and heard it suck as it pulled away. His eyes, still fixated on hers, shifted and fell to the open wound, watching as blood oozed forth.

He grimaced, albeit a faux expression, and shook his head. "My, my, it is bad, isn't it?"

His calloused fingers prodded around the bullet hole, causing more blood to spill out before he slipped the pad of his thumb over the wound and pressed. A sadistic smirk flew across his features and his eyes sparked dangerously as he looked upon her face again. "Let me know if your head still bothers you in the morning."

As he got to his feet, a laugh reverberating in his chest, he wiped the blood over his pants and turned from her. "You can shower then," he said, casting a glance over his shoulder. "And you can tell me all about what you're here for as well."

 

[Loveme]

The expression in his eyes was the exact opposite of hers. He was excited, giddy like a little kid on Christmas. She couldn't help but try and scoot away from him, his cunning eyes staring right into hers as he scooted closer to her. His hand reaching out to grab her chin, his grip tight against her chin. She couldn't move her head any, instead he forced her to stare into his face.

When she felt him yank the rag away from her leg, she screamed out in pain. The skin had started to form a scab against the cloth. Now that was gone and blood was flowing freely from her wound again. "What the fuck! Yes it's bad! You fucking shot me at close quarters!" To make matters worse, his callused fingers explored the wound. As if digging for a buried treasure that was hidden in her tissue. Rose screamed out in agony, tears flowing down her cheeks as he prodded and played in the wound.

It was already inflamed from the initial wound, his fingers playing around made the wound even more inflamed and swollen. It wasn't just skin anymore, her flesh was inflammed, the tissue red and raw. The pain she felt was agonizingly painful. Her face was covered in tears, her hand immediately going to cover the bullet wound to try and stop from loosing more blood. She really didn't know how much blood loss she could have. She let an angry growl escape her lips as he spoke. "Get out! Leave me alone!" She was in pure pain, she could feel her stomach growling in emptiness too.

Rose knew she had to find something to wrap around her leg to keep it from bleeding. Managing to rip a tiny piece of fabric from her shirt, she wrapped it around her leg.

She really didn't know how long she had been out, but she also felt the blood loss starting to take over. Her body was very weak and she let her head slowly fall against the floor. Her body giving out on her completely. She was passed out moments later, hoping to sleep the night away and that's exactly what she did.

Her hands still covered in her own blood, her clothes soaked and ripped.

 

[Raivh]

He chortled, finding her agonizing, desperate expression far too entertaining as she snarled at him to leave her be. Arching his brow, he gave a courteous nodding bow and stepped out of the room, drawing the door closed behind him. He jammed the key into the lock, spun it right, heard the click, and then turned to leave. There was a satisfied, cocky smirk turning up one corner of his mouth. He breathed deeply, his broad chest expanding with his pride, and walked away from her cell.

"Stay with her until morning," he commanded two men as he exited the building. "I'll come for her in the morning."

All day, Alex was in a particularly cheery mood, even as he barked orders at his men during a routine training. When nightfall came, he could hardly wait for his alarm to sound to go and greet her again. So when it did, the sound blaring through the darkness in the wee hours before dawn, he shot up in bed. Last night, he hadn't dreamed about her as he had the night before, but his dreams had still been incredibly pleasant. Glancing down his chest to his waist, he smirked. He'd promised her a shower, but he was sure it wasn't going to be as relaxing and relieving as he hoped she was hoping it would be.

He quickly jerked his uniform on and headed for her cell, traipsing through a now thick blanket of snow. It had snowed from before he'd risen yesterday morning until after he'd gone to sleep last night. The men had clearly been hard at work shoveling all night, otherwise it would have been just above his waist. Even with the path, it came up to the ankle of his boots.

When he arrived at her cell, he found the guards sleeping against the wall. He cleared his throat, which roused them slightly, before shouting, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

The two men snapped to attention, confused and dazed, as they brought their hands up in salute. "Sir, sorry, sir!"

Alex chuckled, finding the entire display amusing. He shrugged and reached up to place a hand on each man's shoulder. "No harm done. She wasn't going anywhere anyway, boys. You're dismissed. Go get some sleep. I'll take over from here."

The two men cast each other a pensive glance, and Alex narrowed his eyes as he looked between them. "Move! Before I change my mind!" With that, the two men desperately scrambled to get away and move in a rush up the hall. Once Alex heard the door close, he produced the key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"Oh, dear," he said, cocking his eyebrows high on his forehead, a cheeky grin spread wide across his lips. His tongue snaked out, licking over them as he approached her. Hungry eyes browsed over what flesh was bare as he lowered himself to a squat beside her. His hand outstretched, he brushed his fingertips over her bare flesh. "You are so soft, Love." He shuddered as his fingers found purchase in her hair and coiled among her long tresses. As he rose, his grip tightened, bringing her to a standing position before him as he righted himself on his feet.

"So tell me," he cooed at her, finger still intertwined in her locks, and reached his free hand out to trace the outline of her body. He started at her waist and worked his way up, stopping at the side of her breast and stroking his thumb against the soft tissue. "How did you sleep?"

 

[Loveme]

Rose had stirred awake at the sound of yelling outside the room. It was him again, yelling at the guards who had fallen asleep outside her room. Hearing the chuckle come from him, she shivered slightly. The man far to much enjoyed making people's lives a living hell and she was about to find out first hand how much of a living hell he could make hers. She was still lying on the floor, she didn't have the energy to worry about trying to sit up when he entered. She was laying on her left side, her legs straight and barely bent at the knee. Rose had found out if she didn't move her leg too much, it wasn't as painful.

How did she sleep? Perfectly fine until she woke up with a horrible pain shooting up her leg. She was sure it had become infected, the dirt from the floor that she was currently laying in, his fingers from the previous night irritating it more.

Her shirt was slightly raised above her belly button from the position she was laying in, her hands above her head slightly and her eyes locked on his. The woman whimpered as his fingertips touched her skin. The warmth that connected to her skin from his was short lived and she yearned for more warmth. Feeling his fingers coiling into her lockes, she adjusted her head ever so lightly.

When his grip tightened in her hair and pulled her up from her laying postion, she screamed in pain. Tears slowly dripping from her eyes. He had forced her to use both legs to stand up with, currently having to barely stand on her injured leg. Her right hand moved up to wrap around the hand that controlled her head.

The way he traced his touch up her waist, stopping at her breast to slowly caress the skin was enough for her to whimper. "How did I sleep?" Groaning deeply through gritted teeth she swatted his hand away from her skin. "Fucking horrible. Don't touch me." Her words cut through the cold air like a whip, her body on fire. "You know you could of asked me how I slept with me laying on the floor. I didn't have to stand up for that."

 

[Raivh]

Her tortured cries were sweet music to his ears and got his adrenaline pumping, coursing through his veins with his growing excitement. This was the most entertained he'd been in a long while. The beads of hot salt water that bled from her eyes and flowed in channels down her cheeks was a pleasing sight. She was tormented, in a great deal of pain, and it brought him such joy.

Hearing her soft whimper and sharp quipped reply to his question caused him to chuckle. She was cute, swatting at him like an irritated, feisty kitten. Hissing like she was only egged him on. Sneering, he shrugged. "Okay, I thought maybe you were tired of being down there on the floor." He let go of his hold on her. When he heard the slap of her body against the cold, hard cement, he erupted into laughter. He wasn't oblivious to the fact she couldn't stand on her own. It simply didn't matter to him whether or not she was in pain, whether or not she'd found her stay enjoyable, or if she'd slept well.

Suddenly, his face got very serious, and he reached down, once more pulling her to her feet. "I promised you a shower, and that's what you'll have!" he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. With his free hand, he grabbed the collar of her shirt and tugged. Hard. The fabric loosened, and he tugged again, listening to it shred until her torso was mostly visible. Then, he proceeded to force her from the room, pushing her as they went and maintaining his grip on her hair to keep her upright.

Out in the hall, a couple of men moved about, eyeing the girl and the Lieutenant as he marched her toward the exit. "Open the doors!" he ordered them. "And keep your eyes down! She's not here for you!"

The men did as their commanding officer bid, and quickly rushed to push the doors open so that Alex and his captive could exit. They were met with a blistering cold gust of wind and a spray of frigid snow. Rather than take the beaten path, Alex chose to tread through the deeper snow.

"Perhaps the cold will help ease your pain!" he shouted over the blustering wind.

 

[Loveme]

She was tired of being on the floor, but a chair would have been nice. Something else to sit on beside the cold floor. When she felt his grip release from her hair, she had no chance of standing on her own. Her body hit the floor with a heavy smack and groans filled the room. "Fuck!" Her voice was full of pain as she winced. Before she could even move his grip was back in her hair pulling her up. His hands ripped the shirt from her body. The torn fabric hung from her body as her torso shown. Her hands moving to hide her naked skin.

"What the hell!" The only way she stood up right was because of his help. Her feet trying to catch up from dragging. When she noticed they were headed towards the exit door, she started shaking her head. "No! Please no! There is like 4ft of snow out there!" Rose shook her head more trying to escape his grasp as she felt the cold bitter snow hit against her naked torso.

Her hands immediately covered her chest, the frigid cold was enough to give someone hyperthermia. "Your fucking cruel!" She shouted at him as he dragged her through the non shoveled path way. Her lips and body were shivering, lips turning vlue and nipples hard as ice.

"Please... please..." He could have left her clothes on, the only fabric was what covered her legs. The more he drug her through the dnow the more you could see a trail of blood following them. "It's freezing out here!"

 

[Raivh]

Her desperate plea for him to reconsider were disregarded. He plodded on, plunging her into the snow with a jovial sneer. The involuntary tremors he felt emanating from her body only brought him further amusement. Had it not been for this little spectacle, he probably would have felt the cold seeping below his uniform, but he was too focused to notice. Tossing a glance over his shoulder when she hurled another jab at him, telling him he was cruel, he laughed.

"Oh, I know it's cold!" he exclaimed, pausing to turn and face her. His eyes worked up and down her body, and with his free hand he reached out and tweaked one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "But you seem so excited!" He pinched it again, this time much harder, and twisted to the right in a quick, jerking motion in hopes he'd elicit a squeal of pain. When he released his hold, he moved behind her, taking hold of both arms just above the elbow and wrenched them up to keep her upright.

"Keep moving," he growled into her ear, pushing her forward before letting go. "You should be numb enough to walk on your own now!"

Smirking at her, he folded his arms across his chest. "Come on, let's go! The faster you move, the faster you're out of the snow and into a nice hot shower!"

 

[Loveme]

The woman really didn't know how he wasn't freezing. Maybe it was because he had clothes on and the clothes she had were barely hanging on. When he paused and turned her to face him, watching as his eyes roamed up and down her body. If she wasnt shivering from the freezing cold, she would of shivered at the way he looked at her. When he pinched her nipple in between his fingers, she groaned out rather deeply.

She wasn't excited, the cold had pushed her nipples to become erect and hard. When he twisted and jerked to the right, she let a squeal of pain out against the cold air. "Fuck!"

His grip against her elbows pulled back behind her back, made her chest lurch forward. It kept her up right enough for her to get her footing. His next statement was true, her body was numb enough to put pressure onto her leg.

Pushing forward through the snow, she crossed her arms trying to protect her body. She moved as fast as she could through the snow. Tracking through the deepness, her whole body was covered in snow, lips blue agaisnt her rosy cheeks.

"I'm so cold...." She shook her head, her body shivering more then it was before. Stopping at the barracks, she turned to watch him.

 

[Raivh]

Alex traipsed on behind her, wading through the thick blanket of snow. After years out here, he was so used to the cold it hardly phased him, and he was too focused to pay heed to the temperature. When she stopped at the barracks and turned to look at him, he scoffed.

"No one cares if you're fucking cold," he said, kicking snow in her direction and laughing joyously as it rained down over her. Drawing closer to her, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and wrenched her forward so hard that another amused chuckle parted his lips when he heard her smack against the cold steel door. "If you knew how to open the damn thing, you wouldn't be running into them!"

He jerked her back, and with his free hand, he flung open the door. There was a whirlwind of heat that melted the snow as it rushed inside. He pulled her into the building behind him. Inside, he didn't let go of his hold on her. His fingers dug so deep they were practically boring holes behind her elbow and into the tender flesh inside the joint of it. His boots thundered over the hard floor as he marched on toward his room. He didn't stop until he turned the corner. Two men were standing outside his room.

"Lieutenant," said one man, although it was evident he was nervous. He cleared his throat quietly. "The, uh, general has requested your presence." The soldier's eyes drifted from Alex to the captive he still clung to.

"What for?" Alex barked, throwing the woman forward and into the soldier's arms. The younger man scrambled to catch the woman, flushing when he grabbed a fistful of soft flesh at her chest. He looked down his nose at the breast against his palm. His other arm was bent, hand gripping her upper arm in a steadying motion. Alex sneered as he approached the soldier and the woman. "She's a prize, isn't she?"

He ran one long finger up her spine and stopped when he reached the nape of her neck. Leaning forward, he caught the corner of her eye for a fleeting moment before fixing his attention back on his subordinate. "Take her into my quarters. Help her undress and into the shower. Do not touch her beyond that, but stand post. You can watch as you please."

Shifting his focus to the other soldier busy ogling the half-naked woman, Alex snarled. "You, get your ass out of my sight."

The other soldier snapped to attention and stalked off past them. Alex buried his nose against the side of the woman's neck, then he spoke once more. "If he touches you, I'll have his balls removed." Dangerous eyes moved to the soldier again, who quickly changed his position up so he was more appropriately holding onto the woman, both hands now on her arms. Without another word, Alex turned on his heel and stormed off to find the general.

 

[Loveme]

Alex was a complete ass as he grabbed her and shoved her into the door. Her face planting into the cold metal door. Her hands had tried to stop the motion, but weren't quick enough against his actions. With his fingers still gripping her elbow tightly, he slung the door open and pushed her inside. Her body welcomed the warmness that engulfed her. Melting the snow that remained on her body from him kicking a pile of it at her.

When he led her to his room, she could feel his fingertips digging deep inside of her as he pulled and moved her along. When he stopped outside of his room, he pushed her forward and into the arms of a guard posted outside his room. Rose whimpered as she lost balance and fell right into the guards arms. His hand getting a full grip of her chest, she blushed and steadied herself with the help of his other hand.

When she felt Alex run his fingertip up her spine, she shivered slightly. His next words was enough to even scare her. It was nice to know that no one else was allowed to touch her. When the soilder heard Alex, his hands moved to grip her upper arms. Watching Alex leave, Rose couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness.

The guard opened the door to the room and escorted her inside and to the bathroom. Rose didnt speak much, didn't care even if he watched. She wanted a hot shower and to be able to clean herself of the blood.

Turning the shower to hot, Rose allowed the guard to help her undress and step into the shower. The warmth of the water agaisnt her skin felt amazing and she couldn't help but let it run agaisnt her skin.

Using some of his soap, she lathered her hands init and started to wash her hair and her skin. Being careful around her gunshot wound, she winced as she hit it accidentally. "Fuck...." Rose left whatever was covering her wound. She really didn't want to start bleeding out again.

Glancing up at the soilder, she blushed and turned her face. Washing the soap out of her hair and skin, she let the heat of the water warm her body up. Staying right where she was until it got cold. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her and started to dry off.

 

[Raivh]

"What?" Alex growled as the door to the general's quarters slammed behind him. His eyes were ravenous and irritated, hungry for the woman he'd left behind just now and angry at the man seated before him. The smug look on the general's face told him the old fuck knew what he was doing. Knew what Alex was doing. Alex gritted his teeth and shifted his weight where he stood, quiet for a moment, before stomping forward and pulling out the chair in front of the general's desk. Its wooden legs grated harshly across the floor and creaked under his weight when he flopped into it.

"I appreciate men in your line of work, Lieutenant," the general said with a slight nod of his head as he leaned back in his chair. "It takes a certain man to punish women like you do."

"She's a spy," Alex snapped back, quickly leaning forward and slamming his fist on the general's desk. "Not some doe-eyed baker's girl wandering the streets. You have to teach her some manners or she won't obey."

The general scoffed and leaned in so that his face was but inches from Alex's. "Perhaps, but you'd do well enough along to keep her alive if we want to know what intel she might have." Alex shot up from the desk and loomed over the general, but the man just sat back with a grin on his face. "And remember, Alex, a good dog obeys or he gets kicked outside to the dog house. Or worse. Put down. Now, go." Pointing one single finger toward the door, the general exhaled and settled back in with some paperwork.

Silently, Alex stood there for a moment watching the general scribble down a report. "You know, Sir, it's not uncommon old dogs are put down as well." The general's hand stopped moving and his eyes shifted up toward Alex. "Bow-wow." Quirking his brows, he smirked and turned to take his leave. "I'll make sure she stays alive."

The trek back through the snow didn't feel as cold as when he'd left the woman to play subject to his least favorite annoyance. Back inside the barracks, he moved with measured purpose, stalking the halls to his quarters. When he reached the door, he entered without hesitation and made his way toward the bathroom. The minute he stepped inside, he turned his head slowly toward the soldier he'd left to guard the woman. He was preoccupied and entirely too focused on the naked woman toweling herself off before him.

"I said watch, not ogle!" Alex barked. The soldier quickly scrambled to attention, sputtering an apology. "Get out!" Little more command was needed before the man was hustling to shuffle past his superior officer. On his way out, Alex stuck his foot in front of the solider, who tripped and fell to the ground. In one swift, smooth movement, Alex's boot met the man's rear with a solid thud, followed by the crack of his forehead against the floor. "I said out!"

"Yes, sir!" the man shouted, hastily getting back to his feet as he ran for the door.

Alone with her, Alex stood in the doorway, staring out after the other man for a long moment. The air was muggy and hot, sticky from the woman's shower. Alex turned his face slightly toward her, catching sight of her from the corner of his eyes. "Feeling better?"

 

[Loveme]

It was something she couldn't help see unfold in front of her. The soilder had been ogling over her ever since she had stepped foot into the shower. Now she was out and toweling herself off and his eyes never seemed to leave her body. Gazing over her chest, down her body and back up over and over again. When Alex walked inside and seen the soilder staring at her, it was as if he was eyeing a gold bar that had been in front of him.

Alex was screaming at the man to get out and on his way the solider tripped over the foot that Alex had stuck out for him to trip over. Watching the man fall to his face on the floor, then watching as Alex kicked him in the ass to further his embarrassment.

Rose grimaced as she watched the whole ordeal, glad that it wasn't her that was under his intense mood at that moment. Rose left the towel around her body as she leaned against the shower door. Keeping the pressure off of her leg, she nodded towards Alex and spoke.

"Yes... much better. Thank you for letting me take a warm shower. I appreciate it." In that moment, she was completely being nice and thankful for the kindess he had had shown her in allowing her to get a shower. "Thank you for not letting them touch to I'm pretty sure that one has never seen a woman naked before." She pointed to the door that the solider had just ran out of.

"I remained unclothed... I didn't know what to do.... you weren't specific on that matter."

The woman watched him carefully, trying to figure out what his next move would be towards her. The last few times he had been with her had been very painful to her.

 

[Raivh]

Shifting his weight as he listened to her, her gratitude making him slightly uncomfortable, sending his skin to crawl and itch, he drank her in. When she pointed in his direction, his focus was broken. She was speaking of the foot soldier he'd just forcefully encouraged to leave. A crooked grin broke across his face, his devious nature shining through.

"Most of these men haven't seen a woman naked in a long time," Alex murmured, his boots thumping dully over the floor as he closed some of the distance between them. He stopped when there was about a foot and a half of space left, enough to still allow his eyes to wash over her. Despite a shower, and not less than he imagined, the wound at her thigh was still quite pronounced and her flesh was still pale and milky from the loss of blood. "I'll take you to the infirmary."

His jaw was set in a smooth line, strong and pronounced. He reached out a hand, a few fingers outstretched to brush a tendril or two of wet hair away from her cheek. "And then I'll show you my favorite place in this camp." The half-smile grew full, though it was still very cold and hostile. "Drop your towel."

Sidling just ever so slightly closer, he let his fingers fall to the top of the towel at the crease near the top of her bust. Sliding the tip of his forefinger in, he formed a hook with it and gave a gentle tug to loosen it. "Now," he snarled, his eyes as fierce as his words. Another measured tug and the towel fell away and to the floor where it landed in a heap at their feet. "That's better." Turning his body at an angle away from her, he gestured for her to walk. "Now, out."